Friday, May 21, 2010

Things We Like: Ceviche!


I tried ceviche for the first time, relatively late in life. We were living in Norristown at the time—right in the heart of the hood on West Main Street. Our best friend in the neighborhood lived two doors down—Guatemalan Gus. Gus had a heart of gold, a certain joy that radiated and infected others. If Norristown had an unofficial mayor, it was Gus; he called the shots—maybe because of his happy demeanor, or maybe because he always looked a little crazed, with his long, thick, black mane flowing, and his omnipresent sunglasses, which sat on his nose even in the dead of night.

One night, Gus came to the door and asked if we’d already had dinner. We hadn’t, and were instantly grateful, for when Gus cooked, we were well fed. We told him we hadn’t, and welcomed him into our dark, dated kitchen, where he produced some limes, cilantro and hot peppers from his pockets, and pulled a not-long-dead squid from a soggy paper bag. He made quick work, dicing and chopping and mixing.

When the ceviche was all assembled and colorful in the bowl, he declared, “And now we have a beer!” Which we did—or maybe it was three—and by the time our thirst was quenched, the squid had stewed perfectly in the lime juice. It was tender and tart and spicy, and “so easy to make,” we marveled. And it is. Any garden variety shellfish or seafood will do—the rest of the staple ingredients easy and cheap to procure.

Gus’ ceviche was excellent, but the best I’ve ever had comes from Los Sarapes in Horsham, PA. It’s consistently divine.
http://www.lossarapeshorsham.com/

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

MG went to Central America


A Costa Rica sunset. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Boat trip. Flores, Guatemala. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.



Tamarindo, Costa Rica. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Billy takes on Clearwater Beach


Umbrellas, ellas, ellas, ey. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Sugar Sands. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Palm trees. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

In the Kitchen with Mom


I think my mother would be the first to admit she’s a good cook, but not necessarily a great one. She spent all her life doing the best she could in the kitchen, while juggling a pretty demanding career. I myself only began to really cook when I started working from home a decade ago. It’s a luxury when you can forego a white-knuckled commute for an extra hour in the kitchen, preparing a meal you hope your family will savor.

So my mother never really had a lot of that luxurious time in the kitchen when I was growing up. And often she’d resort to quick-and-easy, simple meals—things easily brought to a boil on the stove or heated in the microwave.

Often, we’d eat according to some new fad she’d discovered. Fondues and La Choy (not at all) Chinese from cans marked the 70s. When she discovered Latin flavors in the 80s, there was a span of time when all our meals were muy caliente. She had a heavy hand with jalepenos.

Unlike my husband, who grew up in a home with imposing structure and scheduling and order (they had certain meals, certain nights of the week—most of it pretty good, he recalls), to my mother’s credit, she always kept it interesting and wasn’t afraid to try new things.

There were a few dishes my mother made really well. Mashed potatoes, for example—not too thin, just this side of chunky. And party food! She was very good at that; she loves to entertain. In particular, I covet her cocktail meatballs and these little ice-cream cream puffs she makes with warm raspberry sauce. I’m sure both recipes came from a cookbook at some point, but I’d rather credit her with these concoctions.

And just recently, during a lovely visit with my folks, she made one heck of a meatloaf—so good and comforting and saucy that I had the leftovers for breakfast the next morning (in lieu of pastry, much to my Dad’s amusement), with just a touch of ketchup, on a tiny roll.

Thanks, Mom, for everything—even the La Choy. Happy Mother’s Day!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Bob's in Paris, working on a book!


Patisserie/Boulangerie. Photo by Bob Adams. 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Paris: Pastry Heaven. Photo by Bob Adams. 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Statue atop the Grand Palais. Photo by Bob Adams. 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Skyscraper. Photo by Bob Adams. 2010, All Rights Reserved.




Arc de Triomphe, near Place de La Concorde. Photo by Bob Adams. 2010, All Rights Reserved.





Monday, May 3, 2010

Hot, wet and steamy ... like a South American rainy season.


So hot, wet and steamy today in Philadelphia. Reminds me of South America during the rainy season.

Great article in the NY Times here, tying together two of my loves--literature (Gabriel Garcia Marquez) and travel (Cartagena, Colombia):


Saturday, May 1, 2010

HP, GrillMaster: Tip 'o the mornin'


If you’re fortunate to live in a part of the world that’s getting the glorious sunshine and warm temps we’re getting in Philly today, you’re probably thinking about the sweet aroma of your favorite food cooked over an open flame. So, it’s time for a tip from our resident GrillMaster!

This week, our Titan of Tenderloin shares a tip on seasoning your grill, and extending its life:

“This is what I call ‘a before-and-after’ tip. After you’ve used your grill and the coals are mostly burned out, scrape any residue off of the grates. I use a jumbo brush—a Christmas present.

Then, take a large onion; cut it in half, and soak it for a few seconds in vegetable oil. Use the oiled onion halves to run across the grill grates, applying a thin layer of oil to the surface. This ‘seasons’ the grates, makes them more ‘non-stick,’ and extends the life of your grill.

When you’re ready to grill the next time, repeat the onion/veggie oil rub.”

Talk Derby to me.


Thanks, Billy W, for the title today! I stole it from him, y'all.

It's KY Derby day! True confession? I won't be watching (the Flyers have Game 1/Round 2 against the Boston Bruins today, so that will hold my attention for most of the afternoon). But if you're going to don a big hat, clip off the ends of cigars, place your bets, and watch the horsies run, then you're going to need a batch of mint juleps: