“People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don’t you write about the struggle for power and security, about love, the way others do? The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it. There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.”
— M.F.K. Fisher
I love that: “So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it.”
My favorite thing: cooking with a friend, curating the music while things finish on the stove, drinking champagne, eating it all later. With more champagne.
Currently sleepless, and not to dog on your hot dog, man, but I still can’t believe the incredible people that surround me in this life.
Our neighbors were grilling their frozen grey-hued meat patties and hot dogs while asking him, “Are you a chef?!” He grinned, looked at what they were “cooking,” and lied. “Well, of course I am.”
Meanwhile, I clamber atop countertops to document.
– fresh grilled squid
– duck hearts
– avocado drizzled in olive oil
– grilled zucchini
– red cabbage
– homemade pico de gallo
– Cholula and Tajin (what’s up, Mexico!)
– grilled onions
– mango salsa
– grilled Romaine hearts with ricotta, peas, and mint
– esquites/elote (corn on the cob with mayo, cotija, Tajin, and whatever other spicy shit I had in reach)
– copious amounts of great wine
– the sunset, baby. the skyline. and you.
i suppose it’s only appropriate after inviting insomnia to a raging morning cooking session.
i had a little bacon left over from the mochi sessions, and it’s a good thing bacon is amazing in literally anything.
i kind of feel like i never know what i’m doing when i cook (actually, when i do almost anything), but here’s my rendition. in my sleepy state, i added everything too quickly and in retrospect i was probably supposed to cook the protein for longer by itself first.
still, as luck would have it, it turned out to be pretty delicious. good to remember that life often does, even when you don’t follow instructions.
insomniac’s bacon fried cauliflower rice
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 5-7 slices bacon, chopped (optional: other proteins such as chicken/beef/tofu)
- 1 head cauliflower, “riced” in blender or food processor
- 1-3 cups mixed veggies – i used peas and carrots (can be frozen)
- 2-3 medium eggs
- possible seasonings: soy sauce, chili oil, sriracha, fish sauce, white pepper, garlic powder
1. In a wok or large pan over medium heat, heat oil and then add bacon.
2. Cook bacon until almost crispy. You can add other protein at this point. Cook the protein to about halfway done.
3. Add the riced cauliflower and stir fry on high heat for 1-2 minutes. Add mixed vegetables, stir well.
4. Add seasonings. I used soy sauce, hot chili oil, fish sauce, garlic powder, and black pepper to taste.
5. Make little pockets for the eggs. Stir in the eggs.
6. Cook until all protein is done.
notes from the non-cook:
- based on other recipes, you can probably cover it and have it cook faster. i just gauged done-ness by checking the status of the chicken and bacon
- tastes delicious with sriracha on top
- also, you can put an egg on it. this is my usual go-to for everything
- this can be made totally paleo and gluten-free (careful what soy sauce you use- i used gluten-free tamari as a sub)
happy almost-may, hooray!
P.S. – coral is still the color of summer, apparently!
five dishes before 9am. hello, insomnia.
black pudding pork scratchings (in fact, pork- four ways), our inability to stop eating Doritos because it reminded us of our childhood, cartwheels in fake grass (but green nonetheless), tennesee honey whiskey, crack pie, wine i can’t pronouce, homemade bone marrow butter (yeah, you heard me), blue skies, sunlight (thank goodness), sunglasses (finally), and just really really good meat. “it’s small, but just what i needed.”
“every time i ride the subway, I ask a stranger to write a poem”