Author: Stephanie March

  • Mom

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    There’s nothing culinary about cold, smeared toast and rubbery scrambled eggs thrust towards my sleeping head. But that kind of meal isn’t for filling the stomach, it’s for filling the heart.

    On Mother’s Day, I think less about what I deserve to get and more about what I still hope to give. There’s so much more to show, so much more to taste and discuss and cry about and laugh with…

    Will my beautiful and ungraceful daughter be adventurous enough to find and appreciate an off-the-path cafe during her first trip to Spain? Will she ever embrace fish? Will she understand the power of a woman who grabs the list and confidently orders the wine? Coming home from work, smelling like pizza, she’s beginning to love the industry she ignored for so long …

    Will my logical and mathematical son ever learn to ignore the recipe and work from his gut? Will he move beyond the simple rolls in his sushi journey? Can he learn to stop fearing every bit of mold on a piece of cheese? Paradoxically, this one will always try something unfamiliar from the menu…

    Will the awkward athlete finally understand that I am not trying to poison him with whole grains? Will he ever grasp the idea that what you eat can either build you up or tear you down? In his future life, will he rebel against me and go kookoo for Cocoa Puffs or subconciously balance his meals with a zucchini here and there? My biggest mission is to open his eyes to see that all cheese is not alike….

    What will my fat and sassy young one remember? Will he remember the days we had to ourselves, the others trapped in school, and our lunch dates? Will he remember his four-year-old Fridays as fries-day, the day we always seek out the best spuds our towns can offer? Will he remember it like I remember Coney Island Thursdays at our local A&W with my own Mom? Sitting in the car, with our huge frosty mugs of root beer on the tray perched precariously on the window of her light blue VW Bug, I would scrape most of the onions off before I excitedly bit into my hot dog. I looked forward to that day all week, that special day when I got my Mom all to myself … a day when sharing a hot dog meant so much more than just lunch.

  • Top Chefs

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    Sooooooo. Mr. Top Chef #1 has finally made his claim on the NY eating scene. Yes, I was a Tiffani fan to the end, but I did heart Harold like the rest of you. I think it’s fantastic that he opened a small space with a friend instead of trying to bank on his TV-fabulocity and rack up investors for something glammy. I think he’s a real cook, and that’s a high compliment. Looking forward to the reviews….

    But here we go again, the next season starts in a little less than a month. And once again, I KNOW one of the contestants! (clearly I am such a special, special little sycophant)

    Chef Brian is the Exec Chef of the San Diego outpost of our own Oceanaire Seafood Room. He absolutely rocks. He disappeared in March, all hush-hush like, and soon enough the news leaked out.

    The cast seems stacked with serious pros this year, but I’m here to tell you, he’s got a shot. He’s totally charismatic, a reeeally good cook (I can still picture one of his angry lobster dishes that killed me: the bug looked like it was going to reach up and hug you), and he’s easy on the eyes. I just hope the edit guys don’t kill his fun and crazy personality. I guess we’ll stay tuned….

  • Shroomin'

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    Every year I get the fever to forage. The thought of walking around a park for a couple of hours and coming out with an armload of wild edibles is like winning the lottery to me. Pirate like, even.

    Today I am especially craving mushrooms, morels. Maybe it was the overdose of cheap and tawdry guacamole over the weekend that has me dwelling on dusky, earthy flavors. I want rich and buttery soft.

    I missed the mushroom class at Whitewater State Park this weekend, but it remains one of the best places to hunt morels. It may seem odd, but as mushroom hunting is a secretive sport (to the lone hunter go the spoils) there are few public gatherings and events. The Minnesota Mycological Society is a great resource, but you need to join up to go on their forays. Understandable.

    Personally, I’d rather go out on my own, on a soggy Monday when others are at work, and trust in fortune.

  • Wednesdayliscious

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    like a kitchen mixer …

    There’s just a bunch of stuff swirling around my brain today…

    Doug Flicker’s new menu at Mission started on Monday. I slinked in for lunch and had a nice egg sandwich, but our server had to read from his pack of notes to answer quetions, and a different egg dish was quite short on the cheese it promised. I’d give them a little more time to get things balanced.

    I saw that Shelley’s Woodroast in Golden Valley closed. I wonder what that place should become? Also out that way, the old Louie’s Habit (which I truly mourn for their amazingly-fall-apart pastrami, sigh) has a sign in the window proclaiming the coming of Wayzata Eatery & Wine Bar. Wonder who is behind that one (could have come up with a better name…)? Must dig.

    I guess I’m having people over for Cinco de Mayo this weekend, but I still plan to make it to St. Paul for part of the day. But now I have to formulate a guac plan and locate my best pitcher for margaritas.

    Thursday I’m hanging with some of The Girls at a garage sale. That means sucking down loads of coffee and snacking on baked goods. Obviously, I like to bring something a little out of the comfort zone: dark chocolate zucchini muffins, sweet olive oil bread, Grand Marnier brownies.

    Am I too excited about this Ratatouille movie? I think most foodies have the heart of a kid (check yourself: do you clap when receiving a hot bowl of truffled soup? do you ferociously rip open a parcel you know to contain your cheese-of-the-month? do you hum a little ditty as you watch your dough rise into the perfect boule?) … so I think those who breed and those who don’t will both find enjoyment in the new Disney flick about a Parisien rat who wants to be a chef.

    Watch 9 whole minutes of teaser and cheer like you’ve mastered the perfect roux.

  • Broders 25

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    Mondays tend to be planning days, right? Well I just want y’all to get this one on your radar…Next week marks Broders’ 25th Anniversary, and they’re doing it up.

    Sunday kicks it off with a multi-course wine dinner. Sign up NOW as the dinner benefits the Slow Food MN Educational Fund and space will surely fill up.

    And then it’s a week full of love from Tom and Molly Broder at the Cucina Italiana and the Pasta Bar. On special days you’ll find 25% off salumi, fresh pastas, olive oils, Tuscan chickens, and their stunning array of imported cheeses. Enter to win great prizes, like a grocery bar full of cheese and crackers, or take in a cooking class, like one in which you learn to create a fresh pasta rotolo.

    On Saturday the 12th, their actual Anniversario D’Argento, stop in for some free cake and a generous public tasting: From 10am-2pm the pasta bar will be open for you to sample comparative tastes of wines, cheese, olive oils, salumi, you name it.

    This is an amazing gift from the Broders who have been advocates of freshness and high-quality food for longer than most people have been expecting it. A quarter of a century is a HUGE life span for any restuarant and they show no signs of slowing down … that is something to celebrate. Any of you young culinarians who have yet to sample the Broders’ wares, you’re missing a measurable piece of local food history. Get there.

  • Plains Tasty

    It’s dusk, and there’s an unmistakable whiff of charcoal in the air. It’s the sign of the outdoor cooking season, and is as eagerly awaited as the return of the red-winged blackbirds to the tree by my driveway. I look at my own shining, gray monster on the deck and I start thinking of the burgers and the steaks to come. Ah, the possibilities of a burger: the pile of avocado, the hint of blue cheese, the accent of arugula. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking less about what’s going on my burger than what’s going in it.

    Of late, there’s been much talk about what your meat eats. Has it spent its life roaming hills of grassy green, or has it been crowded into a pen munching on corn? How does that simple distinction affect nutritive value; how does it affect the world at large? And, most important, how does it affect the taste? After all, soybeans may be healthy, but you won’t see any McSoy Huts popping up anytime soon.

    Used to be, most cattle were raised and fed on the pasture grasses that covered the better part of the United States. As the population grew, so did the demand for beef. Certain efficiencies became necessary. Beef cattle were taken off the grassy hills and relegated to feedlots, where they were penned and fed a diet of corn and other grains. This allowed them to gain weight rapidly and be ready for slaughter sooner. Today, the majority of beef comes from these lots.

    But because of increasing interest in organic and traditional agriculture, grass-fed beef is making a comeback. The guiding principle behind the grass-fed movement is rather simple: Cattle are designed to eat grass. Cows, like sheep and other cloven-hoofed herbivores, are called “ruminants” because their bodies possess a rumen, a tank in which grasses are converted to proteins and fats. When the animals are fed corn and other grains, their bodies react with rapid growth and increased fat production, but only with the aid of supplements, antibiotics, and growth hormones. Without the supplements, it’s likely that the cattle wouldn’t be able to live on corn. Moreover, grain-fed cattle have a higher intestinal acidity, which provides a great breeding environment for the pathogenic E. coli bacteria. And that’s not good for people who love rare burgers.

    Grass-fed fans will quickly point out that their beef is not only less likely to make you ill, but it might just make you feel better. Many a doctor has extolled the virtues of grass-fed beef. It is lower in cholesterol and that nasty saturated fat. Meat from grass-fed beef is higher in omega-3 fats, the necessary fats that are also found in nuts, fish, and soybeans. Then there’s the fact that it’s four times higher in vitamin E than grain-fed beef, and considerably higher in conjugated linoleic acid (CLA), which is associated with lower cancer risk. And of course, grass-fed cattle, which never eat genetically produced or flesh-based feed, are far less likely to become “mad cows.”
    There are many environmental arguments that can be made for pasture-raised beef. The energy it takes to feed corn to a cow is considerable, especially when compared with an animal that forages off natural growth. While a wandering animal drops waste as it goes, providing natural fertilizer for the next season’s grasses, a feedlot cow’s waste heaps about her, creating polluted air and water.

    Locally, the standard for grass-fed beef has become the farmers who make up Thousand Hills Cattle Company out of Cannon Falls. Inspired by Michael Pollan’s New York Times account of the horrific life of feedlot animals, Todd Churchill decided to do what he could to bring pasture-raised beef to everyone’s attention. Their pastures are all-natural, never sprayed with synthetic pesticides or herbicides, and their livestock are never fed any corn, grain, or animal byproducts. Currently the chef’s favorite, you can find Thousand Hills products at many city co-ops, Kowalski’s, and Simon Delivers.

    Finally, to the meat of the issue: Grass-fed beef does have a different taste than the meat you may be used to. Because of many factors, such as the higher concentration of omega-3 fats, the natural variability of grasses ingested, and the different breeds of cows being raised, the beef tends to have a stronger flavor that some may not recognize. What’s remarkable is that, even without the usually high-fat marbling seen in other beef, properly cooked pasture-raised beef remains tender, juicy, and flavorful.

    Some chefs believe that the best way to treat the beef is to cook it slowly. Cafe Brenda, which has been the natural-food standard of the Twin Cities for twenty years, recently added grass-fed beef to the menu. On the night I was there, it arrived in the form of a richly turned pot roast. The flavor of the beef was softened by the long cooking process but was teased out beautifully with the red wine sauce.

    Scott Pampuch of Corner Table prefers braising. You’d agree if you ate his braised short ribs with earthy barley in a porcini broth.

    Grass-fed beef can be treated simply or elegantly. At Café Minnesota at the Minnesota History Center, a roast beef sandwich with local blue cheese has the perfect salty bite that rings with tanginess. Chef Alexander Roberts of Restaurant Alma prefers to treat it a little more delicately. His grass-fed beef carpaccio is a graceful dish with a creamy celery root aioli, grated horseradish, and spicy arugula. A sprinkling of fleur de sel brings it together. Finally, a classic grass-fed filet at Cue is complemented with oyster butter to balance the flavor, and set with braised escarole and lentils.

    There’s some doubt that I will be able to turn this season wholly over to grass-fed beef, if last year’s attempt at a total whole-grain conversion is any indication. But if I start with a burger—maybe the season’s first burger—I might be able to convince my family that the almost-forgotten flavor of traditional beef is well worth recalling at every opportunity.

    Tips For Cooking Grass-fed Beef
    From Rachel Rubin, executive chef of Thousand Hills Cattle Co.
    Grass-fed beef shouldn’t be cooked beyond medium. Internal temp for grilling should be between 120° (rare) and 145° (med). To check doneness, press steak with your finger. Medium-cooked will be slightly firm, but still springy to the touch. Or simply cut into the steak to gauge whether you’ve achieved the desired pinkness.

    Marinade
    1/2 cup olive oil
    1/2 cup lemon juice
    4 cloves chopped garlic
    1/2 tsp kosher salt
    1/2 tsp cracked black pepper
    Yields one cup. Increase as needed for size of cut. Combine all ingredients and mix well. Pour over beef, cover, and refrigerate. Small cuts can marinate for up to three hours, large roasts for up to three days.

    SHOP TALK

    When you think of May, think fresh fish in the park. Minnehaha Park’s Sea Salt Eatery is open for another season, offering killer oyster po’ boys and clam fries, y’all … St. Paul’s District del Sol will host it’s twenty-fifth Cinco de Mayo celebration May 4-5. If your mouth can’t find a big enough boost during the annual salsa competition, head over to the seventy-fifth Festival of Nations at RiverCentre, which is held the very same weekend as Cinco de Mayo. There, you’ll find at least thirty-five global cafés, ready to feed your cravings in any language … Think your Mom’s crumb cake was the ultimate? Prove it! Submit a recipe and brief essay on dear old mom to the Mother’s Day Recipe Contest sponsored by Let’s Cook. Dishes will be judged on May 10 during a benefit for the Domestic Abuse Project … For fans of the morel mushroom, May means two things: early morning forages through state parks and a visit to the Bayport Cookery for an ever-magical morel dinner, offered only in the springtime.

    CUISINE SUPREME

    Osaka
    Sometimes faded strip malls hide the best treasures. Osaka is one such gem, tucked as it is inside the old Time Square mall in Apple Valley. Walk into the bar for a drink or sushi; the blue lanterns cast a modern glow against the dark mahogany walls. The great room beyond holds a gathering of hibachi tables, expertly manned by smiling, knife-wielding pros. Working their blades, they turn a great meal. Sushi lovers will find their favorites, plus some interesting special rolls like the Black Dragon with lobster, eel, and avocado. The Love Boat is literally a boatload of raw fish, artfully arranged and, of course, freshly cut. 7537 148th St. W., Apple Valley; (952) 432-6155.

    Duplex
    Many brunches, especially in the Uptown area, are designed to help patrons refuel after wild nights on the town—a feat that is usually achieved with starchy or extra-sweet foods without a lot of character. Duplex hosts a brunch for the rest of us, those who wish to be awakened by the freshness and flavor of the day’s first meal. Eggs star on the menu, as with the poached eggs Florentine with a creamy and tangy bleu cheese hollandaise. The East Coast scramble gives us light and fluffy eggs with soft and salty smoked salmon, while the Argentine chorizo hash offers a more robust start to the day. Those craving a taste of something sweet will enjoy the hot, crunchy Belgian waffle doused with pure maple syrup. 2516 Hennepin Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-381-0700.

    Ngon Vietnamese Bistro
    This rather meager space, formerly known as Pho Anh, has received something of a French kiss. The hanging sign hasn’t changed, but the new name on the University Avenue door reads “Ngon Vietnamese Bistro,” and the vibe reads French Colonial. Bright, welcoming walls, bamboo flooring and colonial chandeliers and ceiling fans add something the space was sorely lacking—ambience. But it’s the food that adds the spark. Traditional dishes like broken rice, pho, and lemongrass beef are made with fresh, quality ingredients. Don’t miss the non-traditional daily specials, such as fish with a spicy ginger glaze or pork tenderloin with tangy aioli. With any luck, these dishes will play more prominent roles as the menu evolves. 799 University Ave. W., St. Paul; 651-222-3301.

    Read Stephanie March’s blog; and find more restaurant reviews.

  • B Happy, B Pudding

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    ramps, my dears, ramps!

    It looks like a nice weekend for a drive, no? Choose wisely and head down to the historic LeDuc Mansion in Hastings for a little food festival sponsored by the Northern Heartland Food and Wine Learning Center.

    Check out wine and cheese pairings with Nan Bailly of Alexis Bailly Vineyards and Patrick the Cheeseguy (he’s funny). Get into the kick of Spring by sampling some local wild edibles (I’m thinking ramps and morels), maple syrup, duck eggs, honey, herb plants and more. Saturday from 1pm – 4pm.

    If you’re going to stay metro, you can at least rejoice that it’s an open weekend for both the Mpls and St. Paul Farmers Markets. Even if you’re only buying flowers, at least you can start the season off right with freshly squeezed lemonade and a Polish for breakfast.

    I plan to muck around the yard this weekend. I stopped by Lucia’s Take Home the other day, and the fresh bread of the day happened to be the Aztec loaf: slightly laced with chili spice and dotted with nubs of dark chocolate. It’s that earthy/spicy chocolate and heat combination that I love. Two loaves please.

    The first, I turned into a bread pudding. Not too sweet, just custardy and dusky enough to hit the spot. If you lean on the sweeter side you can either add more sugar or pair it with freshly whipped cream touched with Kahlua. It may not seem Springy, but thankfully there is no season for bread. The second loaf is destined to become Sunday morning’s French toast.

    Aztec Bread Pudding
    1 loaf Lucia’s Aztec loaf, ripped into 1 inch pieces
    5 eggs
    2 cups milk
    1 1/2 cups cream
    1 tsp vanilla
    1 T Penzey’s pie spice
    1/4 cup sugar
    sprinkling of brown sugar

    Butter a 13×9 baking dish, pre-heat oven to 350.
    Rip or cut bread into hunks and set aside in a big, big bowl.
    In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, milk, cream, vanilla, spices, and sugar. Dump over the bread hunks and mix thoroughly, bread should soak up much of the liquid and look plump and squidgy. Pour into pan, cover and refrigerate for a couple hours. Uncover, sprinkle with brown sugar, and cook for about an hour or until the custard is set and the top looks crunchy.

  • The Path

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    pimp your Snickers

    Maybe I’ll be a food stylist. There’s clearly a mastery to that.

    Maybe I’ll open a giant snack store.

    Don’t want to be a sushi platter…but I might be a wonton origamist.

    Somehow, I have to find a gig that let’s me mmmmmmmmm my way around the world…

    For now, maybe I’ll just concentrate on launching my Cake-in-a-Jar empire.

  • Alien Indeed

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    where can a brother get some ribs?

    Sunday ended up with a rainy jaunt to the Albertville Outlets. With four kids to clothe in cargo shorts and ridiculously expensive paper-thin tees, I need all the break I can get, so northward we trip.

    I’m not a crowd-shopper, I reach my patience limit quickly. Needless to say, having been just a touch hung over from the Fri./Sat. night activities, my fuse might have been even shorter. So, as we finished our rounds and the nuggets complained of hunger, it was all about turning into the first parking lot.

    That lot turned out to be Space Aliens Grill & Bar. I know.

    Yes, it’s everything you think: brightly painted with planets, cheesy black light “magic” on the ceiling, spacey movie posters all around, an alien diorama on every flat surface, and an arcade. It’s brilliant.

    The kids were WOWED and we laughed as we named all the little dudes and the movies in which they lived. They ran off and spent a little cash and more energy in the arcade playing various things and winning tickets redeemable for prizes. There were ten whole minutes when no one asked me a question.

    But most importantly, the food didn’t suck. In fact, it was good.

    Now, let’s remember context: I wasn’t looking for any butter-poached lobster or a truffled cheesebuger. Hell, I would have been happy with a Diet Coke for lunch at that point.

    Instead, I ordered Martian Munchies, which despite the lame name, are a great idea: seasoned and slowly smoked strips of pork which come to the table like curled little fingers. They are crispy to the bite while remaining tender on the inside, and are snacky addictive.

    Their BBQ is a big feature for the menu, and at every chance they’ll tout their award for America’s Best Ribs from the National BBQ Convention Cook-off in Memphis. Looking around almost every adult was eating ribs.

    Kids were happy with chicken fingers, burgers, “fire-roasted” pizza (I just hate that term, roasted pizza, it’s just not right) and the like. But it was the fries that killed them: an order of the Outer Space Fries is served in a cone-shaped holder with choice of two dipping sauces. Not just ketchup mind you, there’s ranch dressing, nacho cheese, buffalo wing suace, taco sauce, sweet & sour and more to choose from.

    Sure it’s schticky and gimmicky, the menu has a few too many trademarked silly names (Cosmic Coleslaw TM), but at least they’re actually putting some thought into the food. Apparently there’s one about to open in Blaine, and rumors of another opening somewhere in the Western Metro in the near future. I have a feeling the invasion will be successful….

  • The Weekend

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    the barn at gale woods farm …

    There’s a lot of yummy stuff happening this weekend.

    It’s the weekend of our Restaurant Week, so if you’re going to go out, why not choose a place that benefits our cities? Seriously, there are so many great choices: Cafe Twenty-Eight, The Sample Room, the new Spill the Wine, and Luci Ancora are all cool date locations.

    Tonight I can’t hit RW because it is my friend Kevin’s 40th birthday and we’re doing it up sexy at the Graves. Of course I’m planning to sneak away from the soiree to check out some snacks at Cosmos, which I loved loved loved under Mr. Daugherty, but have yet to fully experience under Mr. Trojhan. I’ll report back next week on that one.

    Saturday is busy. I’m getting to the Seward Co-op early to check out their annual CSA fair. Surely it will be packed, which is a beautiful thing. This year they’re bringing in some meat producers as well, so I’m seriously going to check out a bit of organic beef and meadow-raised pork. I’m a total kid with my CSA pick-up, it’s like a Happy FoodDay present just for me.

    After that, I’m headed out to Gale Woods Farm to teach my kids how to lick a tree. It’s a working educational farm, so I’m hoping we can see some baby cows or pigs. This Saturday they are focusing on Earth Day, so we might plant some seeds, run through a scavenger hunt, or just sit and appreciate the ever-greening grass.

    For the evening activities, we’re cooking for twenty. I really wanted to do a lobster and clam bake, but have you seen the price of lobster lately? And then there’s the whole digging a pit in my yard thing, for which I’m gung-ho, but apparently no one else is. I’ve done it stove-top before, but meh. But I think I can build a fire in the fire pit and maybe come up with a spit-roasting contraption. I’ll let you know how this one turns out…

    Sunday is Earth Day. My 14 year-old son and I will probably go Geocaching. Yes, because we are huge dorks. But along the way, we pick up trash, re-fuel at local coffee shops, and munch on a kicked-up version of trail mix (+ wasabi peas, dark chocolate chips…). A good day on the planet.