Yea, StL won(one of 2011’s highlights for me)!:
Warning:there is a distinct lack of food and recipes in this entry. Instead you must read my self-indulgent banter about me, me, where I’m from, and what makes me happy about where I’m from.
Although you don’t have to.
You could stop reading right now.
But you shouldn’t.
Two things to discuss today:
1)I got to visit St. Louis and MUST tell you a couple of awesome things I cannot miss in my fair hometown, home of world champions the Cardinals, also home of the most awesome 20th century architectural achievement aka the Arch(check out the Monument to the Dream documentary sometime) and home of the best coffeehouse in the history of history. I’ll get to that shortly.
2) I have New Years resolutions. To gain a couple pounds and take the risk of asking for what I need more.
Career-wise and life-wise.
Stop thinking you’re not worth it, Clifford!
To take risks in general. Nothing to fear but fear itself.
Well, that and brain injury.
But I can handle that.
As for the weight gain, I lost a few this year half due to a springtime depression and then to an ultra-busy fall. As someone who has struggled with anorexia I know when I’m too low, and am determined not to stay there. Cause anorexic Ellen is no fun for anyone including her. Ok, time to stop creepily talking in third person and get back to the Lou.
The place I’ve gone since I was 13. My favorite coffee on earth. Do yourself a favor and go there.
It’s rich. It’s strong. It’s delicious. No drip coffee. They handmake each cup like an americano. Expect to get wired. And addicted.
Across the street from Meshuggah in the famous University City Loop. I was raised in the U. City loop. Me and Nelly. From the Lou and we’re proud.
St. Louis winter tap water:
I jest not. St. Louis tap is the best. Ice cold and eau so delectable.
Other places I adore include Sasha’s Wine Bar, Forest Park(which includes the zoo, the art museum, the Science Center, the Boathouse), The Chocolate Bar, Pi, The St. Louis Bread Company, The City Museum(craziest place on earth, possibly), the Botanical Gardens, performances by the group I used to drum with
Yes, I am showing off. I kicked taiko arse, back in the day…
There is too much St. Louis awesome-ness to write up in one post on a cooking blog.
But if you do one thing in St. Louis, check out the Loop. Drink some coffee. Chase with some tap water. Hard core St. Louis, baby.
Ah, family tradition. There is neither rhyme nor reason to many of my family traditions. Such as my father and I needing to make chocolate chip cookies together when I visit home, no matter how many other sweets there are. Come to think of it, most of our family traditions revolve around cookies. Much like these Greek Kourabiedies I wrote about last year, these Italian Sprinkle Cookies have no business being in my British/Irish/Scottish/German family’s repertoire. I think my Mom clipped the recipe from a magazine. I made them one year and they were so unbelievably awesome they made repeat performances. Then I moved from home and was making a gajillion batches of cookies AND transporting them to our family Christmas out of town and stopped making them because I was busy and they are a bit more involved and messy than a lot of the other stuff I made.
I made enough other cookies that people were distracted from the missing Sprinkle Cookies.
Then a couple years ago I sucked it up and made them and of course everyone declared that of the 10 different types of cookies we had, these were THE BEST and I HAD to make them again.
It’s true. They are, if not the best, in my top 3 favorite Christmas cookies. Though really they could be made any time of year with sprinkle colors to correspond with the holiday of your choice.
Got any interesting family Christmas traditions? Food or otherwise? Inquiring minds want to know.
Italian Sprinkle Cookies
5 c. Flour
2 c. Powdered sugar
2Tbsp + 1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1 c. Shortening, melted
1 Tbsp. almond extract
1 1/2 tsp. lemon extract
1/2 C. Warm milk
1 Tsp. almond extract
1 tsp. vanilla extract
4 c. Powdered sugar
Sprinkles or colored sugar
Beat eggs on high until light and foamy, a few minutes. In another bowl,stir flour, sugar and baking powder. Gradually add melted shortening and extracts and beat until a bead-like texture is formed. Gradually add eggs. This dough is quite stiff. Roll into one-inch balls and bake at 350 degrees on an ungreased cookie sheet for about 12 minutes. The cookies should not get brown, though the bottoms should brown a little.
While cookies are baking mix the milk and extracts for the glaze then whisk in sugar until no lumps remain. Set some cooling racks over wax paperor old newspaper(unless you feel like scraping icing off your countertops). As soon as cookies come out of the oven immerse them a few at a time in glaze until coated, then place on rack and add sprinkles while the glaze is wet. Let these suckers sit out for at least 12 hours for glaze to set. But feel free to test your product out in the meantime.
Ever had a Black Russian? If you are a new vegan who misses White Russians, this one is for you seeing as Barnivore says Kahlua and certain brands of vodka are totally vegan.
On to important things, like me and my mood moody mood moods these days.
I should not complain. Really. In general I’m a spoiled rotten girl living the dream in sunny LA.
But for various reasons I’ve been particularly down this week.
What to do when one’s soul is dark?
Besides blasting Nine Inch Nails?
That’s a given.
And besides glaring while pouting like I’m doing for this pic:
I call this Glouting. It’s the goth cousin of smize-ing.
You make an equally dark adult beverage, that’s what.
And if the Joy the Baker Podcast is to be believed we should drink said cocktail in the shower.
Hopefully not at the same time as using baking soda to wash one’s hair. That could get dicey.
Extra credit from the dark underlords of gothness for using skull and crossbone ice cubes.
What do you eat or drink when bummed out?
Black Russian(from The Bar Book by Mittie Hellmich)
1 1/2 oz. vodka
3/4 oz. Kahlua
Shake ingredients vigorously with ice. Strain into ice filled glass. Twist lemon peel over the top and drop in.
Pump up the NIN and relish the gloom.
First off, eat at Jar. Even if you are a vegetarian, perhaps even vegan. The vegetable sides are brilliant.
Second(on? off?), be adventurous. I do not like sweet potatoes. I saw purple Okinawan sweet potatoes on the Jar menu and decided to throw caution to the wind in the name of purple. I like purple though I do not know that I will wear it when I am old. I’ll probably still be in black. These do not taste like potatoes or sweet potatoes. They taste fantastic.
Thirdly, frequent a Korean market in Koreatown in the fall/winter and find yourself some of these. The California Market is the only place I’ve found these gems. Do not be afraid. Koreatown will not bite. And I need some visitors over here on the more easterly side of LA, I’ve been trekking west far too much these days.
I’ll stop whining.
Lastly but hardly leastly, nor yeasty, bake these up and serve with a sprinkling of fleur de sel. Don’t attempt the mustard aoli dip you see in the background-it was a bit of a fail.
I imagine some Bearnaise would be smashing, though.
Do you like foods better when they come in a cool color?
Exercising restraint is so last month.
Papas=potatoes in Spanish. Chorreadas is…well according to my translator app it means chorreadas. Great. Anyone want to help me out here?
Well, either way. This dish had addictive qualities. And it’s easy to make. So you should.
It is from one of my first cookbooks, Laurel’s Kitchen. Laurel is old-school.
I ate half of this, went to bed, then got up in the middle of the night and ate the rest. Growing girl here. Been dancing like a mad-woman.