This recipe is a few things. It’s the ultimate autumn risotto. And the ultimate Sunday brunch and/or dinner risotto. And the ultimate hungover I-can’t-do-anything-but-listen-to-music-and-cook risotto.
Which is exactly what happened this past Sunday. I’ve had a bacon and eggs risotto on my mind for a while now, and after waking up on Sunday I couldn’t find the ambition to do anything other than finally make it. Luckily, I had all of the necessary ingredients on hand (except wine…) after making risotto for a few friends earlier last week, and was also able to pick through my CSA and see what I could use up.
This risotto follows basic risotto format––with a few tweaks. I roasted the butternut squash until charred and added it in at the end rather than cooking it with the rice. Like I mentioned earlier, I was out of white wine; as a substitute, I splashed a bit of Icelandic vodka and rice vinegar in the pan to deglaze, which actually worked quite fine. I also upped my soffritto game with a mixture of red onion, fresh sage, whole toasted cumin seed, and the smallest dash of Maharajah curry powder; it lets you know that this isn’t a light dish in any way. In fact, it’s comfortingly decadent… especially when topped with a butter-fried egg, crispy fried sage leaves, a massive slice of bacon, and some shards of parmesan cheese. This is a dish you make when it smells like winter is closing in, but it still looks like this outside. (Now.)
It feels––it smells––like October right now. Fall is still here, but it’s a bit windier, a bit brisker, and my CSA now contains squash and kale instead of heirloom tomatoes. For the last few weeks, my housemates and I have had a verifiable harvest of different squashes on our kitchen table––them waiting to be eaten, us waiting for it to be cool enough to do so. Well, it’s time.
In London last semester, my flatmate Sophie used to make a chickpea korma curry that was simple enough to throw together after a long day filled with lecture, tutorial, and commute but also comforting enough to make you want to fall right asleep after. This recipe is an ode to that, but with a ton of local vegetables instead of whatever was on sale at Sainsbury that day. It’s a wild combination of roasted acorn squash, chickpeas, spices, and tahini. It’s also vegan––and you’d never even know.
Recently, I’ve been experimenting more with the process of dyeing fabric and thought I’d share some of my latest works with textile design.
While experimenting with dyes I’ve been practicing how to make dyes as well as different dyeing techniques. I started out with basic techniques, similar to those of tye dyeing. I utilized objects like marbles, bottle caps, and rubber bands to experiment with the different patterns I could produce. After mastering that, I went on to understand more of the science of dyeing and started practicing more complicated techniques like shibori, utilizing a tube and some think thread, and then hand stitched shibori in the form of lines, circles, and shapes. Shibori is an interesting dyeing technique from Japan that creates intense patterns in the fabric. In order to produce a successful shibori piece, you must sew patterns in the fabric you’re using, and then pull the thread extremely tight through the fabric before dyeing.
Some people forget that a great way to find vintage treasures is not only from visiting a consignment store, but also from going to local garage and estate sales. I recently visited an estate sale on Norwood in the the Elmwood Village and found some truly unique finds. I bought two items from the estate sale- one being a vintage 1960s maxi dress with a turtle neck and a great pattern (bottom photo), and the other being a mustard yellow cardigan labeled as “Grandpa’s favorite sweater” (middle photo). The dress fits me perfectly and is one of the most unique dresses I have personally ever seen. The sweater was also a great find even though it’s a men’s cardigan. It’s extremely comfortable and the perfect color for Fall.
Earlier in the summer I took a visit to my hometown and visited some really cool vintage boutiques in NYC as well as Brooklyn. Although we stopped in many different stores and markets, the only purchase I made was from the Williamsburg location of the Artists & Fleas Market. I bought a purple patterned jump suit with a simple belt on the stomach (top photo). The jumper fits great, has an interesting textile print, and was only $40. I can always find unique pieces at Artists & Fleas for a reasonable price in the Williamsburg area, while supporting local craft and clothing vendors simultaneously.
It’s no secret that I have a love affair with sour cherries. As August rolls around every year, I make a point to get to one of Buffalo’s many farmers markets and stock up on them. A week ago, I bought as many as I could get my hands on and turned them into jam, martinis, and pie. This post is about perhaps the most satisfying of the three: the pie!
But as gorgeous as these local sour cherries may be, the crust is the most important part of any pie.
I know that everyone and their mother has their own recipe for pie crust. My mother and I routinely bicker about which crust recipe to use––she insists on using an old vegetable shortening recipe from her Polish mother which I have taken to calling the “depression era crust”––and I’ve really taken to the more recent Foolproof Pie Crust from Cook’s Illustrated. I made it for the first time during the Thanksgiving season a few years ago and it hasn’t failed me since. Its secret ingredient, vodka, allows the crust to roll out so smoothly and without cracking while still baking into flaky buttery perfection.
Much has already been said about the newly opened Valle of Mexico in South Buffalo. In short: the food is fantastic and authentic, and the service and availability of menu options leaves something to be desired. We decided to give it a try a few nights ago, and what transpired was without a doubt the most surreal––terrible, uncomfortable––restaurant experience any of us have ever been through. The food we ended up being able to try was really great––but was it worth it? In order to give an idea of how our nearly two-hour long ordeal transpired, below is a rough timeline of events. You might notice that the emphasis is not on the food we ate––that would be because it played a shockingly small role in our night.
6:25 pm: We arrive at Valle of Mexico. About four tables are occupied, and we are asked where we would like to be seated. I point to the only table left with more than two seats (we were a party of three) which happens to be in the corner by the window.
6:31 pm: A busser (?) comes out of the kitchen and asks where we plan to sit. I motion again to the corner table and he clears the table of dirty dishes and sets down a few menus. The table is not really clean, but we sit down anyway.
6:40 pm: Our waitress––the same woman who first greeted us––comes over and asks what we’d like to order. We’d figured out our orders by that time, so we order the following: a triple order of vegetarian tacos ($7.50), two tacos al pastor ($5), one carnitas taco ($2.50), one carne asada taco ($2.50), and an entreé order of mole poblano ($12). We tried to order a variety of drinks, but most were out of stock so we ordered a few mango juices ($3). A couple that had entered after us had already been seated and somehow received chips and salsa while we had not, so we also asked for those.