salt 101: why kosher?

I first encountered kosher salt some years ago when I bought my first Barefoot Contessa cookbook and noticed most of her recipes specifically called for kosher salt. At the store, I picked up a box of Morton kosher salt, and I never went back to regular table salt again.

Personally, the only reason I liked kosher salt better was because it’s not as salty as the iodized version I used to buy in cardboard canisters. But in writing this post, I dug around online and discovered why cooks like to use kosher salt in their kitchen.

We should begin by noting that the popularity of kosher salt is a recent phenomenon. Thanks to all the hype surrounding cooking shows on the Food Network nowadays, table salt has been cast aside into the dusty corners of our pantries. But don’t be so quick to disregard that table salt. You’ll see why in a moment.

Let’s begin at the beginning. All salt consists of sodium chloride and happens to be the only rock consumed by humans. All salt is also made by some process of evaporation. Here we’ll look at the three main types of salt found in American kitchens.

  • Table salt is made by driving water into an underground salt deposit or mine. This brine is then evaporated, leaving fine, cubic crystals that resemble granulated sugar. Table salt usually includes additives like iodine (to prevent thyroid disease) and/or calcium silicate (to prevent clumping). It has a sharper taste than kosher and sea salts, but because it dissolves quickly, it is the baker’s salt of choice. When baking, do not use any other salt or else it may not fully dissolve and thus leave your baked goods not so good.
  • Sea salt is harvested from evaporated seawater and essentially undergoes no processing, and so it retains much of the minerals from where it came. It is coarser than table salt, and because it’s expensive and loses flavor when dissolved, sea salt is best put into a mill and placed on the table as a condiment.
  • Kosher salt is made the same way as table salt except the brine is constantly raked during the evaporation process. The result is a flaky, coarser, purer tasting, less salty salt perfect for taking a pinch of and adding to savory foods while cooking. It contains no preservatives and comes from under the ground or sea. Kosher salt is not itself kosher; it takes its name from the fact that it’s used to make meats kosher. Its larger, flatter granules won’t dissolve right away, so it does a better job of extracting the blood by sitting longer on the meat.

And that’s why I prefer to cook with kosher salt. Of course, when a recipe calls for salt, it usually refers to table salt. You can substitute kosher salt by taking into account that kosher salt granules are larger than table salt granules and measuring about a two-to-one ratio in volume of kosher to table.

While the latest medical news say Americans consume too much salt (leading to high blood pressure), salt in moderation helps make eating even more enjoyable. It can take the edge off bitter and acidic foods and enhance the natural flavors of others. So there you have it: Salt 101. Any thoughts?

great beer, great people, great city

Mike the Beer Geek

That is the motto of the inaugural Houston Beer Week to take place from October 11 through 17. During the week, dinners, tastings, classes, and other activities centering around beer will be held at venues all over the Houston metropolis. The week will culminate in a Monsters of Beer Charity Festival hosted by Live It Big, Inc., a Houston-based 501(c)3 non-profit that helps small and start-up charities grow by raising money year-round and providing administrative assistance.

After perusing the website, the most promising events include the HBW Kick-Off Party (October 10) at The Usual Pub where there will be a homebrewers tutorial with DeFalco’s Home Wine & Beer Supplies and Southern Star, a local brewery just north of Houston. The Petrol Station (which I might add has one of the best burgers called The Hulk, but that’s for another post) will host a homebrewers competition called the Pumpkin Beer Throwdown (October 14). Then on the last day of HBW (October 17) is the Monsters of Beer fest at 13 Celsius from 12 noon till 6 PM. At this event, you can sip on craft beers from local breweries, three of which are new. Advance tickets to this last event are $20–$30 if you buy at the door. All the other events throughout the week vary in price and include events with Beaver’s Ice House, Catalan, and Ginger Man seems to have something going on every night of HBW.

So if you have a penchant for craft beer, or just beer, or just alcohol, or just a good time, then venture out and hit up a spot or two; it’ll be a way for you to extend Oktoberfest. Check out the HBW website for event details.

warm spinach artichoke dip

Ooh-la-la!

**This post is for Danny (even though your fiancee will loathe this dish).**

One of the best spinach artichoke dips I’ve ever had was at Houston’s Restaurant. Then one day, I came across this recipe on my favorite recipe website, and I had to try it. I hadn’t been to Houston’s in so long that I can’t really compare the two, but this dip was delicious nonetheless. Even better, it’s simple to make. Definitely file this away in your box–it’ll make for something good and easy to serve at a gathering or bring to a potluck.


Recipe: Warm Spinach Artichoke Dip

Summary: Original recipe from All Recipes

Ingredients

  • 6 oz. frozen chopped spinach, thawed, drained, and squeezed dry
  • 6 oz. canned artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced, or 1 tsp. garlic powder
  • 1/2 c. mayonnaise
  • 8 oz. cream cheese, softened
  • 1 c. grated parmesan cheese
  • 1 stalk green onion, thinly sliced

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Lightly grease a medium to small baking dish. (I used a round 8-inch dish.)
  2. In a medium bowl, mix together cream cheese and mayonnaise until smooth. Add artichoke hearts, spinach, and parmesan cheese. Mix until smooth. Season with garlic or garlic powder and green onion. Spread evenly in baking dish.
  3. Bake covered for 20 minutes. Then remove cover and bake uncovered for another 5 minutes or until surface is lightly browned. Serve warm with tortilla chips or crackers.

Variations

The original recipe online called for garlic cloves but as I didn’t have any in the fridge at the time, I substituted it with garlic powder which turned out okay. To also make up for the lack of fresh garlic, I added the green onion to the recipe. Original recipe also called for 2 tbsp. lemon juice, but as my fridge was pretty empty, I forewent those as well.

Try serving it the way Houston’s does and accompany it with regular tomato salsa and sour cream on the side.

Cooking time (duration): 30

Diet type: Vegetarian

Meal type: snack

Culinary tradition: USA (General)

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If the Blind can Cook it, so can you.

get books custom recorded while you catch a musical

When I first lost my vision several years ago, I received a package in the mail containing a radio that looked like it came from the ’80s. I plugged it in and turned it on to find that it only tuned in to one station. (I know, doesn’t this sound like some thriller movie where I start communicating with ghosts or aliens through this radio sent randomly to me?) But instead of an inaudible “booooOOOooo,” I heard a man and a woman talking about their kitchen endeavors on a show called “Cooking in the Dark.” It turned out the radio was sent from Taping for the Blind, a non-profit organization in Houston that broadcasts radio shows for blind people. Their shows are found on a specific frequency that could only be heard with their special equipment, hence the odd little radio.

In addition to other blind interest shows like “Blind Like Me” and “Blind Handyman,” there are broadcasts of popular periodicals (e.g. The New Yorker, The Wall Street Journal, Newsweek, People, The Houston Chronicle) and useful things like the weekly grocery ads or the TV Guide. And for those into radio entertainment, there are comedy shows and book hours among others. Even Playboy is read late at night two days a week–I guess they wait till the kids are asleep. (Side note: I actually tuned into this once to see how they would deal with the photos, and the reader actually describes the photos in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice which made me crack up.)

I perused the Taping for the Blind website recently and discovered they’ve begun moving their radio shows online and also into an audio archive. The former lets you wean yourself off the clunky radio, and the latter is equivalent to TiVo but for their radio readings and so is nice when I miss a program. (After all, who sits around and waits to hear The Atlantic at 1 AM on Tuesdays?)

Something else I discovered on their website is their audio description program for live theater. During select plays’ or musicals’ runnings at one of Houston’s renowned theaters, there will be a select show date and time where blind audience members can receive an audio feed via headset. A volunteer attends the show and describes into the audio feed the costumes, sets, and stage directions so the visually impaired viewer will not be utterly lost. When I found out Wicked was in town and there would be a Taping for the Blind volunteer at the July 15th show, I bought tickets right away–I had wanted to “see” this musical for years. And after John helped me figure out how to work the headset (I had gone 30 minutes into the show before realizing my headset wasn’t completely turned on–I was about to complain that the volunteer was lazy and not doing his job), I was able to enjoy the musical and understand the storyline.

The most recent cool thing I discovered about Taping for the Blind is their custom recording service. In the past, when I could not find a book anywhere on audio, I ended up buying the printed version and scanning it page by page with Kurzweil. It took hours to scan one book, but believe it or not, this option beat sending in the book to the publisher and waiting months before receiving an audio version. (Grad school doesn’t allow this luxury of time.) But now with this custom recording service, I can send (or better yet, drop off) the books and get mp3 recordings of the text in as short as one week. They place priority on materials needed for school and will send files as soon as they’re produced so I can start reading as soon as possible.

Apparently, all of the programs described above have been around for years, and Taping for the Blind was conceived in 1967, so I am late to the game. But frankly, I would have never known about this resource had they not initiated the contact by sending me that funny little radio. So in blogging about them, I hope to bring just a little more exposure to such a helpful organization for the sight-impaired. To learn more about them or donate or volunteer, visit their website. Thanks, TftB, for turning sight into sound.

hrw: take 2

Olivette
111 N. Post Oak Ln.
Houston, TX 77024
713-685-6713



3/5 sea bass filets


Our second venture during Houston Restaurant Week was to the Mediterranean restaurant at the Houstonian hotel in the heart of Houston’s Memorial and Galleria neighborhoods. The hotel is nesteled within wooded acres, making for a lovely surrounding and view from the restaurant. There is complimentary valet for restaurant dining, and we were greeted by every Houstonian employee we crossed paths with on the way to the restaurant from the valet, doorman, and even random staff bustling through the hallways.

The restaurant was rather empty for what should be the primetime dinner crowd (calling for raised eyebrows), but we withheld judgment.

For our first course, we all ordered the Gulf crab cake dressed in a tomato chutney and jalapeno remoulade. The crab cake was very tasty, although I recalled preferring the ones from Pappas Bros. Steakhouse.

For the second course, all four of us again chose the same: Chilean sea bass with wilted baby tomatoes, sweet onions, basil, and aged balsamic. The fish filet was a sizable and definitely would’ve been worth the flat $35 price had it been more flavorful. I know we’re in the health-conscious age and all, but the fish needed some major butter. After a few bites, the fish (being humongous and all) became a chore to eat, and that’s just the saddest thing. (If I’ve learned anything from my 31 years of eating and ten years of cooking, it’s that you always want to feed your guests just enough to leave them wanting more.) Toward the end of our entree, we were struggling to finish, not enjoying the sea bass as much as we did at the beginning.

For dessert, we decided to all get something different. There was the tres leches (rum milk syrup, vanilla cream, Swiss merengue, and blueberries); the strawberry and almond shortcake; and the devil’s food cake (coconut pecan praline, Valrhona milk chocolate, and ganache), which we all felt was sub-par.

For $35, the value wasn’t bad for what should be a four-star restaurant, but it failed to impress us, which is too bad because the Houstonian is such a nice hotel.

Note: We had photos of our food but in all honesty, it wasn’t even worth posting. Just imagine big chunks of food on a plate that tasted all mediocre. And there you have it.

spicy korean stew

We forgot to cook it in our clay pot this time.

**This entry is for Teresa.**

Kim chi chigae is a Korean stew that uses kim chi, a spicy pickled cabbage, as its main ingredient. There are dozens of variations to this stew depending on what other ingredients are used: seafood, tofu, beef, pork, etc. It’s the thing to cook when your kim chi has fermented way past its peak to eat as a condiment. We throw just about anything we find left over in the fridgte into the pot. That’s what so great and versatile about chigae–it’s like the Chinese’s fried rice or the American’s casserole.

Chigae is often cooked in a clay pot which is said to bring out the flavor of the stew. Also, the older (and inevitably more fermented) the kim chi, the better. Fresh kim chi has not ripened enough and will not add as much flavor to the food. While there are innumerable versions of chigae, the recipe I’ve posted here is the kind John typically makes in our house. Some would call it budae chigae, which is a army-based stew so called for its particular ingredients: canned meats, hot dog wieners, ground meats, and so on. Budae chigae’s origins stem from the post-Korean War times when meat was scarce, therefore whatever leftovers from the military were thrown into the stew. It’s simple, but I find it tastier than many of the ones I eat in restaurants. That’s the funny thing about me–I prefer John’s homemade “poor man’s chigae” to any restaurant’s fancy ones. There’s something about slurping spicy hot stew over a bowl of rice within the comforts of your own home, especially during a cold winter’s day, so save this recipe for the upcoming cold months.

I am lucky that my mama-in-law makes the best kim chi, so we always just use hers for the main ingredient. One of these days, I’ll get her to teach me her kim chi-making methods. Till then, we need to get over our language barrier first.


Recipe: Spicy Korean Stew

Summary: Kim chi chigae or budae chigae

Ingredients

  • 2 c. extra fermented kim chi
  • 2 tbsp. dashida
  • 12 oz. medium tofu, diced
  • 1 medium potato, peeled & diced
  • 1 can Spam, diced
  • 1 (6 oz.) can tuna
  • 1 stalk green onion, sliced

Instructions

  1. In a medium clay pot or saucepan, combine kim chi and dashida, filling with water until water level is 2 inches from the top. Bring to a boil.
  2. Add remaining ingredients, and reduce heat to medium-low. Simmer for 30 minutes or until potatoes are cooked through. Serve hot with steamed rice.

Quick Notes

Dashida is a Korean stew or soup base that comes in powder form. We have both a beef flavor and an anchovy flavor dashida, depending on which stock we feel like that day. You can find this in any Korean supermarket (e.g. H-Mart).

Because John’s recipe uses dashida, it is obviously not a chigae made from scratch. If you’re looking for that, we can’t help you there. Life is busy. Sometimes we need a shortcut.

Variations

You can add just about anything to your chigae. Try mushrooms, onions, zucchini, ground meats, shellfish, slices of beef or pork. We’ve even added pieces of Costco‘s rotisserie chicken to the chigae. The dish that time actually turned out to be the best chigae John had ever made. Go figure. Butter makes everything taste better.

Cooking time (duration): 35

Meal type: dinner

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graduation

I just returned from my little Braille graduation ceremony at the DARS office in the Heights where there is a Division for Blind Services. Thank you to Joanna for coming and being my one-woman fanfare as I ambled up to the front and received my certificate. Both my Braille teacher, Benigno, and my former counselor, Lori–two people whom I adore–were both there to congratulate me. After the little pomp and circumstance, the three of us took a picture together, and then I unfortunately had to leave before we got to dabble in the hot dogs, Doritos, and other post-ceremonial snacks.

Before the mini-ceremony, we went around the circle and introduced ourselves. There was definitely a camaraderie to be had in telling a potential group of strangers how you lost your vision and why you are learning Braille. Mostly there were people with diabetes or glaucoma, but there was the occasional brain tumor and other rarities. The fact that people were so candid about their problems was refreshing to me–Americans don’t normally say to someone they had just met, “My name is X, and I have so-and-so disorder.” It is often taboo to discuss someone’s health or medical history, and so to be sitting in that circle and telling the ten or so other graduates that I had an autoimmune disease was cathartic. It was a total support group mentality. Half of the graduating group come to the DARS office three times a month for Braille class, and I can see why that option could be more appealing than what I chose to do which is to have my teacher come to my house and do one-on-one lessons. Those that meet weekly seem to have become friends; I even heard some of them talking about going to the clubs to party together. Imagine a bunch of blind people dancing with their canes.

My certificate has Braille printed over it, and because I can read uncontracted Braille now, it says:

Texas Department of Assistive Rehabilitive Services

Division for Blind Services

Certificate of Completion

Is hereby granted to:

C———–

To certify that she has completed to satisfaction

Uncontracted Braille Training

Awarded September 21, 2010

Congratulations to me!

bad start to houston restaurant week 2010

MenuArcodoro
5000 Westheimer Rd., Ste. 100
Houston, TX 77056
713-621-6888


2/5 maggot-looking Sardinian teardrop pasta pieces

In our defense, John and I did not choose to go to this restaurant. It was not on my original list of restaurants to try during HRW 2010. It was a friend’s farewell dinner, and so we ended up at a stately table in a private room with 13 other people.

I ordered:

  1. Carpaccio di Manzo al Pesto di olive – Cured Carpaccio of Angus Beef Tenderloin with Black Pepper and Sea Salt, Served over Chopped Romaine Heart and Cherry Tomatoes, Leccino Olives and Sundried Tomato Pesto Dressing
  2. Gnocchetti con Sugo di Maiale e Ricotta Salata – “Malloreddus”, a Traditional Sardinian Teardrop Pasta Served with Pork Shoulder Ragu and Aged Ricotta Salata Cheese
  3. Tiramisu Cioccolato – Chocolate Sponge Cake, Topped with Layers of Mascarpone and Ladyfingers, Finished with Thin Cracked Chocolate

John ordered:

  1. Crostini di Melanzane e Mozzaralla di Bufala – Paesano Bread Crostini Topped with Roasted Eggplant Mousse and Melted Buffalo Mozzaralla, Served over Arugula Salad and Fresh Fig Balsaba
  2. Paella Sarda – Sardinian Style Paella made with Fregula Pasta Simmered in Homemade Lobster Stock with a Medley of Seafood, Calamari, Clams, Mussels, Shrimp, Scallops and Saffron
  3. Seadas al Miele – Traditional Sardinian Puff Pastry Filled with Sweet Cheese, Lightly Fried and then Drizzled with Sardinian Bitter Honey

Sounds tasty, right? Let’s see about that.



1st course A
1st course B

Arcodoro started out strong. I enjoyed the carpaccio: a mix of thinly sliced cured meat complemented with the tart tastes of the vegetables. I only had a bite of John’s first course and found it rich but delicious enough. (I preferred my dish, however, and so didn’t waste time nibbling on his.)



2nd course A
2nd course B

But then came the incredibly disappointing second course. Three people at three different times commented that my teardrop pasta looked like maggots. I didn’t mind the spongy texture, but if that many people said it reminded them of maggots, then shouldn’t you rethink serving it? Who wants their customers to think of nasty bug larvae while dining? To make matters worse, the dish tasted like it came from a can: the pork shoulder was crumbly, and the sauce was nothing special. John’s paella (which I already knew would be a mistake) was not at all like the paella of our Barcelonian honeymoon. Granted, maybe Sardinian paella uses pasta instead of rice as their main ingredient, but the prawn was cold and the clams overcooked.



3rd course A
3rd course B

Arcodoro redeemed themselves slightly with their dessert. I thought the tiramisu was light–not too heavy with the liqeur nor cheese, and the chocolate atop the dessert was deliciously bittersweet. John’s dessert tasted like a lesser quality beignet.

Accompanying our meals were one iced tea and one Jameson on the rocks, running our HRW bill to $104! You bet we were pretty pissed. John and I don’t really believe one should pay top dollar for Italian food, so already we were peeved. And while we know HRW menus don’t usually display the best dishes of that restaurant, we thought the venue should still put some thought and care into what they choose to serve during HRW since there will be many newcomers, and if their first experience is ruined by an unimpressive meal, then you can bet those people won’t ever be coming there again. And that definitely applies to us–John and I will never go to Arcodoro again.

i finished the first grade

In my previous post about Braille, I had just learned the letters X, Y, and Z, which marked the end of the alphabet and consequently, the first grade. As a follow-up, my teacher assigned me two reading passages accompanied by comprehension questions. My first reading assignment was about Al Capone (did you know he died of syphilis?), and the second was about Michelle Obama (did you know her father had MS?). That’s right, and I learned all that in Braille.

At first, it took me over an hour to read a page (which consisted only of two or three paragraphs each). But my reading speed improved with practice, as with most things in life. Eventually, it even became sort of fun. I would read while listening to the television, read while eating, even read in bed at night with all the lights turned out. It felt nice to be able to simply read again.



A slate and stylus for writing Braille



The other part of the homework, on the other hand, was more difficult. I use a slate and stylus (comparable to paper and pencil) to write my answers and often find myself forgetting where in my sentence I am or accidentally overlapping one line over the other, resulting in a blob of illegible dots.

Regardless, I’ve officially graduated from the first grade and have moved on to the second grade. Now I am learning contracted Braille where certain letters represent entire words, e.g. B is for “but”, C is for “can”, and so on. My teacher said it’s a lot of memorization, but isn’t that Braille in the first place? Contracted Braille is important to learn, though, because that’s the Braille they use in public on restroom doors, etc.

On Tuesday, September 21, there will be a mini-graduation celebration at the Division for Blind Services for those of us who have completed some milestone in our Braille education. It won’t be anything special, but it’ll be nice to meet others who share in some of the same frustrations and rewards that come with learning to read again, this time, through touch and not sight.

not your typical spanish fare either

Catalan
5555 Washington Ave., Ste. A
Houston, TX 77007
713-426-4260


4/5 big beefy bone marrows


In continuing our attempt to relive our honeymoon gastronomically, John decided to take me out on a spontaneous dinner date. We’ve heard two of our friends claim this place to be in their top five, so naturally, we gave it a try. Since half of our honeymoon was in Barcelona, which is part of Catalonia, I was looking forward to reminiscing over some familiar foods. We arrived right before the dinner rush at about 6:45 and were not turned away nor did we have to wait despite our lack of a reservation. (We were, however, seated near the back at a table with wrinkly linens. But this didn’t bother us–we were there for the food.)

The menu is extensive, and everything sounded delicious albeit unfamiliar–there was no mac ‘n cheese in Barcelona as far as I could recall. Our waiter could not recommend any particular dish, saying “everything’s great.” Thanks for the help, buddy.

We ended up ordering three appetizers and one main dish to share. The plates were brought out one by one; we were not presented with the next until we were done with the previous. This aided in a slow dining pace which I enjoyed because it allowed for full concentration on one dish at a time. Our entire dinner conversation consisted of how the food looked and tasted–we felt like true critics.

The first plate was crab croquettes ($12) with a lemon zest sauce dribbled over it. A croquette is a small deep-fried little ball of goodness usually containing some variation of protein (meat or seafood), vegetables, dairy (cheese, eggs, etc.), and herbs. It is wrapped in bread crumbs before frying. Croquettes, which come from the word meaning “to crunch” in French, are originally from France but have since popped up all over the world. At Catalan, we oiriginally ordered pork croquettes but were told they had just been placed on the menu that night and were not ready. John and I exchanged glances. It didn’t seem very professional to print things on the menu only to disappoint your customers. Nevertheless, thinking back to the chicken croquettes I had at Paco Merlago (more on this later), I knew I wanted croquettes.

Crab croquettes

Crab croquettes with lemon zest


The croquettes were tasty but nothing to rave about. We thought it would be better if there was more lump crabmeat inside and less of the creamy filling. The lemon zest sauce added an interesting citrus twist to the flavor, but call me old-fashioned because I think I prefer a traditional croquette. I do commend the chef for trying something different. If it’s any consolation, I am not much of a fan of anything with lemon flavor, e.g. candy, cookies, pies.
The next dish was the bone marrow ($14) which is spread on a slice of toast and topped with a pickled onion. This was my first time to ever have bone marrow, and I must say, this dish blew me away. It tasted even better than foie gras. There is something delightfully rich about each bite. The marrow was salty, and its marriage to the pickled onion was perfect. John and I could not stop swooning over this dish.
Bone marrow

Awesome bone marrow with pickled onion on toast


Our last of the appetizers was the seared foie gras ($18) which was dressed in a blueberry jelly. John enjoyed the salty and sweet complexity (probably a testament to his love of PBJs), but I found the jelly too sweet. I like to taste foie gras for its fatty, substantial essence, and so to add anything that overpowers the foie gras usually results in disappointment for me.
Foie gras

Foie gras with blueberry sauce

Finally, our entree arrived: Bryan’s farm-raised fried chicken with redneck mac ‘n cheese and watermelon pickles ($24). I always judge fried chicken on its battered skin, and this fried chicken was pretty damn good. It tasted of a lot of herbs, and I like that (I like KFC’s original recipe, what can I say?). Even the white meat was fairly juicy. Redneck cheese, we were told, is a particular cheese from Texas. It tastes like a sharp cheddar to me, but not too pungent. It made the mac ‘n cheese taste like home cookin’ with a gourmet kick. I tried a bite of the watermelon pickles just to try it. It wasn’t too tart and tasted refreshing, but because John is much more of a watermelon and pickle fan than me, I gave him all of it. I’m sure he was glad to have more to himself.

Fried chicken

Our main dish: gourmet Southern comfort food

John had a $12 glass of cabernet sauvignon, and after tax and tip, we ended up spending an even $100. Don’t get us wrong–we are typically cheapos, and this was much higher than we were expecting to pay for a Friday night dinner, but we are still newlyweds and still splurging on our dates. But I do think $100 for 3 appetizers and a shared entree with only one glass of wine is pretty high. Catalan is great, but for that price, we still prefer Mark’s. But because of the heavenly bone marrow and I give it four out of five big beefy bone marrows.

Disclaimer: I know the photos posted on this entire blog are sub-par, but for what it’s worth, either I (a blind person) am taking the photo, or we’re using an iPhone and not a nice camera. So please excuse the mess. I’m sure you can understand the Blind Cook’s blog won’t be the most visually appealing.

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