Category: recipes

insomniac’s bacon fried cauliflower rice

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

ingredients

  • 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

cooking instructions

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)

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happy almost-may, hooray!

P.S. – coral is still the color of summer, apparently!

 

bacon-wrapped mochi

I mentioned a while ago that a friend and I tried a bacon-wrapped mochi appetizer dish for the first time at Soba Totto. Of course, it was exceedingly delicious so we ordered another plate at the end as our dessert. Yes, bacon totally counts as dessert.

I bought uncooked blocks of mochi weeks ago, and finally got around to getting some bacon. As someone who isn’t very well-versed in cooking meat, I procrastinated a while before settling on some dry-rubbed uncured bacon.

This morning I woke in a daze and went outside to chase the sunlight. I walked around the city until it got chilly, then went home to try my hand at making this bacon dish. A few modifications, as I was unable to procure some yakitori skewers. Also, I used a cast iron skillet rather than grill, but you can do it either way. Otherwise, pretty delicious and easy.

Happy sun daze.

(you can see that I was kind of hungry already and snacking on some almonds on the side…)

  

Ingredients

    • 16 mochi blocks (rice cakes) – (got mine at the amazing Sunrise Mart in SoHo)
    • 8 bacon slices, cut into halves – (got mine at Trader Joe’s)
    • Soy sauce and mirin mixed together, about 2 tablespoons each

Cooking Instruction

1. In a small pot, bring water to a tumbling boil on high heat. Carefully drop in all of the mochi blocks and cook for a few minutes until the mochi is floating on top. It will be very sticky! I confess that I kind of had to resist playing with the mochi like play-doh. I used tongs to scoop them out of the boiling water and place them on a place. Make sure that there is space between each mochi so they don’t stick together. Don’t worry if they are slightly touching, it’s kind of fun to unstick them.

2. Wrap each cooked mochi block in a bacon slice to create a little bacon burrito. If you have skewers, you can slide a few onto a stick. I just put them directly onto my skillet. Mix together soy sauce and mirin in a bowl.

3. Heat a non-stick (I used cast iron) skillet over medium high heat. Place the bacon-wrapped mochi on the skillet (either with or without skewers) and cook for 2-3 minutes on each side until the bacon is crispy. I used a pastry brush to drizzle some soy sauce/mirin combo on each one. Place skewers on a serving plate. Drizzle each bacon-wrapped mochi with more soy sauce/mirin mixture if you prefer.

Don’t worry, it’s not really that pretty of a concoction in the end unless you’re really really careful about the bacon wrapping – taste is what matters. The sticky, chubby mochi is unbearably cute though.

butternut squash and green chile enchiladas recipe (gluten-free and vegan)

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some random experimentation that night. i brought the food, and watched him try to be mr. bartender. the real test was having someone extremely carnivorous try a vegan dish.

i’ve been trying to make more things and cook more things, and all i’m missing is a really good chef’s knife.

it’s messy, but it’s about damn time. homemade food and homemade cocktails, it’s really too cold not to.

butternut squash and green chile enchiladas (gluten-free and vegan)

filling

  • 1 large butternut squash
  • 2 tsp coconut oil
  • 1 tsp chili powder (i was liberal with this)
  • ½ tsp smoked paprika
  • ½ tsp sea salt
  • water or broth as needed to thin
  • 1 ½ cups/ 15 oz. can cooked black beans, drained and rinsed
  • ½ cup/ 4oz. can mild, fire roasted green chiles
  • ½ cup jalapeño peppers diced, fresh or pickled
  • 8 corn tortillas
  • 12 oz. salsa verde
  • cilantro and lime, for topping

cilantro cream topping (optional)

  • ½ cup raw cashews, soaked overnight (4 hours minimum)
  • 1 Tbsp freshly-squeezed lime juice
  • 1 cup cilantro (leaves only, loosely packed)
  • ½ cup water
  • 1 Tbsp raw honey (or agave)
  • 1 tsp sea salt
  • pinch cayenne, if desired
  • ½ small clove garlic, if desired

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Peel, seed and cube the squash. Line a baking tray with parchment. On the baking tray, toss the squash with the oil, chili powder, smoked paprika and salt to coat. Spread in a single layer and roast on the middle rack for 30-40 minutes or until nice and soft. Turn the oven down to 350′.

Put squash in mixing bowl. Make sure it’s a large bowl! I added a bit of veggie stock and water to make it slightly thinner, but I kind of liked it chunky.

Mix the black beans, jalapeños, and green chiles together. Char the tortillas over the stove (good time to use chopsticks or tongs to turn them over, don’t burn yourself). Gather an assembly line with the tortillas, beans, and squash mash. In a baking dish (I used a Pyrex one), spread 1/3 cup of the salsa verde sauce to cover the bottom. Into the tortillas, spread about a heaping 1/4 cup of the squash mash and a few spoonfuls of the beans on top. Roll the tortilla and put it in your dish, seam side down. Continue with remaining tortillas for as many will fit in your dish. Spread remaining sauce on top.

Lightly cover with foil and bake at 350′ for 20 minutes to warm through. Take off the foil and broil another 5 minutes to char the tops.

While they bake, make your topping! Put all ingredients in a blender and blend on high until completely smooth. Season to taste.

When the enchiladas are done, pour more salsa verde on the top if desired and drizzle with the cilantro cream. I topped mine with fresh sprigs of cilantro and squeezed some lime on it.

(recipe adapted from the amazing sprouted kitchen)

swedish birthday cake (Jordgubbstårta)

i don’t admit often on this blog how incredibly non-domestic i am. last year i made an awful attempt at a vegan cooking and food blog that died shortly after its birth. in college, my roommate and i attempted a blog about food that eventually only contained entries by me. no one really knew about either of these blogs.

i still attempt every now and then to putter around the kitchen:

the thing about how i blog about food and cooking is, well, i just like the realness of it. no, i am not going to use my fancy Canon DSLR and special lighting tools to shoot staged photos of everything perfectly placed on a rustic kitchen table. am i a fan of it? of course! i have amazing friends (like Joy) who do a fantastic job and are experts at it. but this? this is everyday sh$t, y’all.

this week i made an attempt at a Swedish Birthday Cake, which is fluffy, white, messy, and very very strawberry. and very not dairy-free. it’s freezing, dreary, and sad outside, so i thought a post about a fluffy and hilarious attempt at baking would lighten the mood so to speak. i will even use somewhat correct capitalization in the recipe, which i always think i should do, but i always forget in my blogging haste.

some people think that because i dance occasionally, i should be graceful. but i’m very, very clumsy.
in a similar fashion, i somehow miraculously can fool some people into thinking that i am organized and very prepared, but often i like to be spontaneous and i think of crazy ideas like making a rather elaborate layer cake from a country i’ve never visited when i don’t even have any mixing bowls in my apartment (more on this later). in this particular example, i ran around Manhattan for several days trying to collect various items i needed.

i have to admit at this point that i only did all this after doing a thorough Google search to see if any Scandinavian bakeries make this kind of cake, so that i could pay money for one of these stupid cakes instead of doing all this. rest assured, none exist in New York City at this time.

this recipe is loosely (ok maybe shamelessly adapted) from polkabecky’s no-longer-updated blog. her recipe post won out against everyone else’s because 1) it was not in Swedish, which is one of the few languages i don’t speak or understand (har har, that was sarcasm), and 2) because i fell in love with her line about “throw[ing] back a few shots of Aquavit and sing a rousing chorus of Helan går” while the cake cools.

it’s super unfortunate that i found out that she is a Texas Aggie, but i forgive her because she is apparently also an awesome female Linux hacker.

so i admit i didn’t drink Aquavit in the process, but i did do some very rousing karaoke sing-alongs to my Spotify playlist. most notably, Avicii songs, so that totally counts as Swedish, right?

i also made the yellow cake from scratch, which she didn’t. yes, yes i did. hook’em.

the yellow cake part is from one of my many cooking secret crushes (and yours, i’m sure), smitten kitten. also, if you are less of an idiot masochist than i am, you can totally use some Duncan Hines boxed cake mix, i won’t tell the Swedish grandmothers.

Swedish Birthday Cake Recipe (Jordgubbstårta)

YELLOW CAKE

4 cups plus 2 tablespoons cake flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon table salt
2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
4 large eggs, at room temperature
2 cups buttermilk – shake well, y’all.

Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter two 9-inch round cake pans. (I totally made a second trip for butter and another cake pan, which I forgot to get the first time. You don’t want to know about the third and fourth trips). It’s totally OK to only have one cake pan, it will just take much longer to bake and have both layers cool thoroughly. Also, my roommate asked why I didn’t do just one layer. You’ll see why when we get to the frosting part.

Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl. In a large mixing bowl, beat butter and sugar in a large bowl with an electric mixer at medium speed until pale and fluffy, then beat in vanilla. Add eggs 1 at a time, beating well and scraping down the bowl after each addition. At low speed, beat in buttermilk until just combined (mixture will look curdled). Add flour mixture in three batches, mixing until each addition is just incorporated. (I was insanely nervous during this process).

Spread batter evenly in cake pans. (I don’t measure much, so I just aimed for it to look rather equal). They always warn you not to eat raw batter. So of course I licked all the batter off of everything. All clean. Put it in the oven.

Here was my favorite line:
While the cake bakes, throw back a few shots of Aquavit and sing a rousing chorus of Helan går. If you skip this step, it’s not really Swedish cake.

Bake until golden or a wooden pick inserted in center of cake comes out clean (I totally used disposable bamboo chopsticks here- you can probably see the gaping hole in the center of my cakes), 35 to 40 minutes. Cool for 45 minutes to an hour.

FROSTING AND STUFF

1.5 lb fresh strawberries, hulled and rinsed. It’s OK if they’re slightly damp.
5-6 nice-looking strawberries, sliced in half top to bottom (these are decoration for the top of the cake)
2 1/3 cups heavy whipping cream
1 tablespoon powdered sugar (AKA confectioner’s sugar – do not use granulated sugar)

While the cake is cooling, put your mixer bowl in the freezer. Make sure this is safe to do with your bowl! Mine is stainless so it’s fine – if you are worried about this then put your bowl in the refrigerator. Leave it in there until you’re ready to make the whipped cream. Also keep the heavy cream in the refrigerator until you’re ready to whip.

Put the strawberries into a blender and pulse. Not too much. You can also use a fork if you don’t have a blender or a food processor, or if you just want more arm exercise. My smashed strawberries looked like this:

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Remove the empty bowl from the freezer, add 2 1/3 cups of cream and 1 tablespoon of powdered sugar, and beat for 2-3 minutes until soft peaks form. Feel free to dip and eat some strawberries in powdered sugar if any falls on the counter (don’t worry, I Clorox my counter semi-often). I was also insanely nervous at this point. I was using a hand mixer, and I don’t do dairy, so what the hell are soft peaks? According to polkabecky: “Depending on a number of factors, the amount of time this takes will vary. Do not walk away at this point. Stand there and stare maniacally at the mixer, and stop it the minute soft peaks start to form. It only takes moments to go from lovely whipped cream to something chunky and buttery.”

Mine looked like this:
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Fold 1/3 cup of the whipped cream into the strawberries and stir just enough to mix, then put both the strawberry/cream mixture and the remaining whipped cream in the refrigerator.

Once the cake has cooled, put the bottom layer on a cake plate (flat side down) and spread as much of the strawberry/whipped cream mixture on top as you can reasonably get to stay put. I made a tiny mistake here. I tried to put strawberry mixture ALL OVER the bottom layer, and it oozed out over the sides in a sloppy mess.

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So this is what it looked like when I put the second layer on it (flat side down):

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I swear to you that is what a strawberry shortcake burger would look like. I mean, but I bet it made it taste twice as good. The strawberry layer is super crucial to a good Swedish Birthday cake! This is why you can’t really cut corners and make it only one layer, even if you REALLY want to.

I proceeded to frost the rest of the cake with the regular whipped cream. I put lots and lots of whipped cream to cover my mistake, and it kind of worked. The recipe actually yields a LOT more frosting than you need, but it’s kind of fun to offer your friends and roommates fresh whipped cream and strawberries later so no harm done. I even considered making more cake but… that didn’t happen.

If you’ll notice, I didn’t actually have a cake pan. oops. My cake is actually sitting on a piece of wax paper that is sitting on top of a large tupperware lid. You can thank my mother for my resourcefulness.

I proceeded to decorate the top of the cake with strawberry halves. Push down on the strawberries because yes, that whipped cream is like a slip ‘n’ slide. Many of mine slid off before I learned my lesson. Put it in the refrigerator and let it sit overnight because then it soaks up the strawberry juice and gets more delicious. According to polkabecky: “A word of warning: whipped cream will pick up any smells in your refrigerator. If you’ve got garlic beef in there, your cake will taste like garlic, no matter how well you cover it. So make sure your refrigerator isn’t going to impart stink to your cake, and make sure the cake is covered while it’s in the refrigerator.”

On frosting it- I am a strange mixed breed of perfectionist and “oh, what the hell, who cares?” So, as Becky wisely says: “You can spend a bunch of time trying to make the whipped cream look perfect, but the cake will be devoured in moments, so I don’t bother (ok, and I don’t have a single artistic bone in my hard cold scientific body). Also, the whipped cream should be really soft at this point, and will want to ooze about. It will set up a bit once it’s been refrigerated overnight.”

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so, i finished the cake. my roommates came home to me fretting over how to transport it in New York City. this, my friends, is a daunting task when you are a Texan who suddenly has no car to rely on. my roommates also commented that they had never baked ANYTHING in their lives, not even anything that came out of a Betty Crocker box. (hence the lack of mixing bowls and cookware in my home). so at the very least, i beat two girls on this world at baking!

i spent a good part of the evening feeling kind of anxious that the cake did not actually fit in the “cake carrier” i bought (ok, that was the fourth trip).

i will not impart my secret on how i ended up hijacking a solution to this issue, but rest assured, if you knew, you’d thank my mother a second time for my resourcefulness.

Skål, my friends. stay warm in this frigid January weather, and if you want to eat homemade whipped cream and strawberries, i have lots of leftover frosting in my fridge.

p.s. after all that, i didn’t taste my cake because there was enough butter and cream to kill a lactose intolerant Asian or two. however, the Swede said that it tasted and looked *just* like home. and proceeded to eat 3 slices of it in one sitting, i’m not even exaggerating. i fell in a relieved heap of gratitude for this. there was a feeble attempt to teach me how to say “Jordgubbstårta” but i will continue calling it Swedish Birthday Cake. thank you.

today’s lunch.

 honey marinated salmon.

4 salmon filets (about 6oz each)
1 tablespoon honey
2 teaspoons tamari or soy sauce
1 teaspoon olive oil
1/4 teaspoon black pepper (i was liberal with this)

i always have trouble with honey and coconut oil. i clumsily melt it into the mixture.

anyway. i mixed the last four ingredients in a quart-sized ziploc bag.
marinated salmon inside for about 15-20 minutes.

i cheated and made a bit more marinade with the honey i had left.

i let the saucepan heat up on medium up. sprayed it down pretty well with some olive oil.

placed the filets on the skin side. i drizzled the extra marinade on top.
cooked 5 minutes. pressed down on the tops with a spatula so that the edges browned evenly. sort of.
repeated on the other side. kind of winged it, since there was a smaller filet, i let that cook for a short period of time.

i committed the cook’s crime of eating while standing up.

i read some Shantaram.

i found this great spice store in the east village. i could have stayed there forever.
there were bags of cardamom, coriander, cumin, teas of all kinds,

the guy at the checkout register was this young-looking indian guy with long hair. he said hi to me as i was finishing, and chatted with me (in his distinctly American accent). this older indian guy came into the store and started mumbling something in another language, and i smiled patiently as the checkout guy seemed to respond.
checkout guy looked and me and shrugged, “Don’t worry. I don’t understand a thing he’s saying either.” And grinned.
i think he was joking. but i couldn’t really be sure.
i laughed and said that i feel like i never understand what people are saying, no matter what language they are speaking.
we talked a bit more about language.


two weeks ago when we were in new orleans for french quarter festival, i rediscovered the virtue of apples.
i’m kind of a banana girl, and my mom says it’s because i’m lazy. i don’t like to wash fruit.
every morning, our hotel would have green apples sitting in a basket in the lobby. the apples basically kept me from going insane from hunger while we “looked” for places to eat (which usually means wandering around for 2 hours).

my refrigerator probably now contains a lot of curb-rose’s-hunger fruit. including about 2 dozen apples. i think it’s working out well.