Blog Action Day: When eating food means taking action

In Defense of Food and The Omnivore's Dilemma author, Michael Pollan once said at a Madison, WI news conference, “I happen to believe America’s farmers hold the key to solving the national health care crisis, climate crisis and energy crisis.”

I could not agree more.

Reading Pollan's works has been eye-opening. I think many people have heard about how feedlots and other forms of mass agriculture impact the environment. Massive greenhouse gas emissions are released in the air daily, infecting nature, and ruining the ecosystem's natural balance. Climate change has been directly linked to these greenhouse gas emissions -- the very climate change that is responsible for several animals, and plants growing extinct; for the natural cycle of seasons to be disrupted; for the gargantuan environmental catastrophes that have become top threats to human population. What if, like these animals and plants, humans were to grow extinct as well due to climate change. We are responsible for what we have inflicted on the environment. Now, it's time we all take a step back and evaluate how much we care about our mountains, our trees, our oceans, and our children, and children of children. This past year, I have made a big change to my lifestyle. I only buy seasonal produce and fish that is locally sourced from an organic or close to organic farm (wild for fish). I only buy meat, which has been ethically raised, and fed its natural diet (grass/pasture for cows; all-natural grains for poultry, etc.). I try to spend a lot of time outdoors to remind myself of how beautiful nature is. Not only am I making a step towards preserving our environment, but I am feeling healthier and happier. 

When the price isn't right.

Weeks ago, I decided to sell my desk. I have been out of college for a few years now and have to homework to tend to – no piles of library books occupying space, and notebooks filled with research. I now only use my laptop computer, which in my mind doesn’t really need to have its own desk space. I posted my desk on craigslist and received many emails from prospective buyers. I sold it last weekend, and once it was gone, the first thing that came to my mind when I saw all the desks’ contents spread on the floor was “what now.” I hadn’t bought anything to replace the desk yet. I had the idea of using the space for an armoire or chifforobe to put away my bed and table linens, and winter sweaters. I perused a few websites for ideas but of course, my favorites were at 1000 to 1700 dollars at Pottery Barn. Yikes. I searched ebay, West Elm, Crate & Barrel, Craigslist, Ballard’s, etc for more options but always went back to PB, yearning for the sleekness and beautiful wood it had to offer. Here are pictures of the 3 armoires that enticed me:

Pottery Barn Farmhouse Chifforobe

Belvedere Armoire

Scarlett Armoire

My mother convinced me not to spend that much (I didn’t need much convincing). I opted for a mahogany-finished armoire found on Ebay at a significantly lower price (picture on right). I didn’t like the round old-fashioned knobs but I immediately thought of how much fun it would be to pick out new knobs at anthropologie. Woohoo! I clicked ‘new tab’ on my computer and started browsing away. Here are my finalists:

Which ones do you like best?

Clockwise from top left:

1) Calico Owl     

2) Gothic knob       

3) Reims knob  

4)Toscana knob  

5)Mother-of-Pearl

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Washington, DC, here I come!

Sitting on a train bound for DC, and slowly readjusting my breathing to its normal rhythm, I decide to write here. Although I am headed to the capital for work, I have extended my stay through the weekend to sightsee and of course, eat! I have never been to DC but in my mind, I imagine it to be similar in size and savoir-vivre as Boston (minus the Red Sox fanatics). I picture cobblestone streets, vintage lampposts, and cheerful people greeting me here and there… Yes, I realize, I may be idealizing this town more than necessary. One thing I noticed is that apart from knowing that DC is home to the President, the Smithsonian, and the National Geographic, I don’t really know much more about it. For example, I don’t even know what it is known for in terms of food (the one thing I should know!). Again, I foresee it offering great seafood – probably because of the similarities I imagine it to have with Boston.

When this train pulls into Union Station, I have to head straight to my hotel, change and get to all work, no play – well almost no play. I am hoping I can squeeze in a few tourist things tomorrow, including a visit to the Smithsonian, seeing the White House (maybe begging on my hands and knees for the guards to let me into the kitchen and Michelle O’s famous vegetable garden?), strolling along the Potomac river, and sampling some good eats. I will return on Sunday with all this juicy pictures and hopefully, some great dining recommendations!

[image 1 thanks to Schodts' according to this license]

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A giant ravioli you say?

I like to eat. That's a widespread fact. I also like to scour the city for some mouth-watering eats... fact #2. However, there's nothing I like more that to eat a three-course dinner at Chestnut on a Tuesday evening- make it almost every Tuesday evening.

If you know me, you'll also know that I don't really like Restaurant Week. Although I was excited to taste some of the 'best' restaurants' food at an affordable price, I quickly learned that Restaurant Week menus at touted, and otherwise expensive restaurants don't live up to the clout the press builds up around them (not always but often enough). It seems that this event, which was initially created to celebrate food and the social culture surrounding it, is also an excuse to serve up the bad pieces and leftovers of the week. So now, whenever Restaurant Week rolls around, I steer clear.

Chestnut doesn't wait around for Restaurant Week to celebrate food and the loyalty of their customers. Every Tuesday and Wednesday, it offers a prix-fixe menu. And there's no catch. You can choose from any appetizer, any entrée, and any dessert* for a whopping 30 dollars! It is worth every pretty penny if you'll ask me. All the produce, meat, and fish are locally sourced (farm-to-table actually) and everything is prepared with love. How do I know? Well, my neighbor creates the delectable desserts there, and when I have dinner on the back patio, I walk straight through the kitchen! You know a restaurant can only offer great food if they let you walk through the kitchen!

My favorites on the menu include the beet (yellow and red) salad with marcona almonds, the grilled calamari stuffed with quinoa, and the pansoti pasta (giant spinach, ricotta ravioli - my favorite!) with wild greens and mascarpone foam. The menu changes seasonally but these items are around year-round.

*there is sometimes a 5 dollar supplement for 1 to 2 items on the menu.

Chestnut
271 Smith Street (between Sackett and Degraw)
Brooklyn, NY 11201

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My, oh, my... I love PIZZA!

If there's one thing I miss about my hometown in France, it's our small family outings to Pizza Marco, where pizzas are spun thin and covered with fresh and succulent ingredients. When I moved to Boston in 2003, I wasn't that crazy about the pizza. Yes, I did live in 'little Italy' but the crust was always too thick and the cheese too gooey. I enjoy thin crispy crusts, topped with fresh tomatoes, veggies, and yummy yummy cheese (mozzarella di bufala - my favorite!). Upper Crust on Charles Street in Beacon came to be pretty good but the setting lacked Italian flair. I liked Todd English's Figs next door too, but the pizzas were small and a bit pricey I recall.
Now New York -or Brooklyn should I say- is a different pizza universe altogether. I've met people who come from all over the country on extensive pizza tours. I kept my ears open for good pizza joints and started trying a few here and there. Grimaldi's pizza in Dumbo always has a lengthy line of hungry visitors, so I went there to see what all the fuss is about. I wasn't very please that I had waited that long. I didn't think the pizza was that great. I also sampled some pizza at Una Pizza Napoletana, which is now closed. It was delicious, but didn't as many toppings as I would've liked, and is had more crust than tomato and cheese.
Back in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, I tasted some pizza at Fornino. Ah, this was without a doubt the best pie I had had in a while. The chef there grows the toppings in his garden and greenhouse. Can't get much fresher than that! And a wood-burning oven cooks the pizzas just right. I was smitten. However, 2 weeks ago, I met my sister for pizza at a little hole in the wall just a few blocks away from my house called Lucali. The decor is minimalist with a few tables and a wood-burning oven in the back where everyone can see the pizzaiolo at work. The only decorative things are a few plump heirloom tomotoes, elephant garlic, and bouquets of basil adorning the chef's work station.

The smell that permeates the small simple dining room is of ripe tomatoes, chopped garlic, and golden crusts. There are no menus here as the toppings depend on what's in season. One can choose between a calzone or pie and add on toppings to the tomato-mozzarelle-basil base. I went with fresh portobello and garlic. Mmmmm... simply the best pizza I've had in the Northeast thus far.

Buon Apetito!
Lucali - 575 Henry St., Brooklyn, NY 11231 nr. First Pl.
nearest subway: Carroll stop on F-train]
718-858-4086

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and the changes begin

On my trip back to France, I was able to visit the venue my sister had reserved for her 2010 wedding. No one had seen it yet but the pictures were beautiful and led us to think it would be the perfect setting for a romantic country wedding. Upon our arrival, we immediately met the owner/ wedding coordinator who was cold and short. We asked the questions we had prepared to ask:
"May we sample the menu before the wedding?
Can we move the dance floor to the patio since the ceilings are low and the bride and groom tall?
Are you sure we can fit 180 people out here?" (the venue was actually set up for another wedding reception that evening with 100 guests and it seemed a little tight!)
Unfortunately, it is 'impossible' to taste the menu beforehand. Whaaaa!? And there is 'no way' we can move the dance floor outside:
"En êtes-vous certaine? Vraiment aucune possibilité?" (are you sure? Is this really not possible?)
"Non, non, non. Mais vous verrez, c'est très joli," she answered with cold-pitched speech. (No, no, no. But you'll see, it'll be very pretty).
Wonderful. That IS reassuring.
The last thing I dared to ask was whether we can reserve the entirety of the inn (only 10 guest rooms). Of course, the answer was "non." The excuse: we have regulars, and we cannot turn them away. Um, do your regulars really book a year and a half in advance? And if they really LOVE the place, shouldn't they be able to come a week later? It's not even a holiday weekend!
Disappointed, I couldn't hide the sour taste the visit had left me with when I phoned my sister. We had to find a new venue.
As I write this post, no venue has been selected. Below is my sister's current favorite (as we try to negiotiate an affordable price).

Hotel La Vigne, Ramatuelle, France

So, I have created a new inspiration board to adapt to the colors and setting of 'La Vigne' to give her some decoration ideas and preserve some of the colors she had initially picked for the previous venue. See below!

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gateau au yaourt

When I was little, I spent endless hours watching my grandmother mixing batter, pitting sugar plums, whisking eggs into white soft, powdery flour, rolling out sweet 'génoise' and 'pate à tarte'. It all seemed delectable, but also complex for my small hands' undertaking.
"100g de farine Manou ou 150?
Un oeuf ou trois?
On mélange comme ça?"
Measurements seemed beyond my capabilities when I was 6-7 years old. I was always distracted by the birds flying by the window, the 'cigales' singing their summer songs, or by my cousins jumping in the pool.
I tried my hands at simpler tasks like 'le gouter de 4 heures' (the 4 o'clock snack), which generally consisted of arranging sugar plums, dark narrow purple plums, and larger blue plums in a basket, and toasting 'pain de campagne' (country bread) in the oven (my grandmother did not acquire a toaster until much later) with 2 milk chocolate squares melting on top of each slice. I'd then place everything on a tray with a few glasses and a pitcher of water and a selection of 'sirops'.
The first cake I remember being successful at baking was the 'gateau au yaourt' or yogurt cake. The simple measurements and few ingredients made it easy to remember. The measurement tool: the yogurt cup. Not only is this cake fun and easy to make, it's also my favorite cake. Its airy texture makes it a light dessert, or snack, while the acidity of the yogurt makes it boast with flavor and moistness. Today, I love to jazz it up with anything I have in my cupbpard or fridge. From blueberries to chocolate, and vanilla to cinnamon, this cake can be baked to anyone's liking. Here is the 'recette':

Yogurt Cake façon AC ;)



1 single serving size yogurt (I like Emmi Plain Swiss Yogurt)
3 eggs
1/2 yogurt cup canola oil
1 yogurt cup granulated sugar
2 yogurt cups of all-purpose flour
1 vanilla bean, scraped
1 cup blueberries


Preheat oven 350 degrees. Mix all ingredients in the order they are listed above. Butter a bread pan. Pour batter in it and place it in the oven. Cook for approximately 20 minutes. Then remove from oven and let cool. I like to sift some powdered sugar over it. And voilà! Enjoy!

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