Cooking

BLT 2.0

Two years ago, we missed Ruhlman's BLT challenge by a tomato. Well, a tomato and a month. When Ruhlman declared a due date for his all-from-scratch-homegrown BLT challenge, he wasn't thinking of us gardeners in Seattle. When Clevelanders were feasting on summer BLTs in August, I was still waiting for that one tomato to ripen in our cool evenings. This stuck in my craw like a piece of errant popcorn in my crown. How were we ever to have summertime BLTs?

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Momofuku Ramen

One of my most cherished memories of living in New York took place at the original location of Momofuku Noodle Bar. It was a busy night, and elbow to elbow I squeezed with a glass of nigori in one hand and a pork bun in the other, when a guy ran in off the street and shouted 'JetBlue's about to crash a plane!' Two words I never wanted to hear together - crash and JetBlue, my employer.

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Duck Egg Salad

I don't know if it's our love of deviled eggs, but Todd and I love a good egg salad sandwich. It's fantastically old-fashioned, but I love the smell of mayo and mustard and eggs all mashed together on a piece of toast, and I don't feel nearly as guilty as shoving half a dozen deviled eggs into my mouth.

Imagine our surprise at finding local (Maltby) duck eggs at Pike Place Market recently for $6 a dozen - we grabbed a box and headed home with a baguette.

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Crockpot Boeuf Bourguignon

It had been a week of reheating Indian curries from our freezer when I'd had enough. The house no longer smelled of home, of onions and of bacon. Instead our oven was out of commission and the aroma fresh-cut plywood replaced the perfume of winter cooking. The hot plate and slow cooker mocked me, knowing there was another humble pot of pork and beans in their future.

But not this time. I pulled out our trusty Julia and went to work adapting her Boeuf Bourguignon for the crockpot. Hours later, Todd walked in the door to find it smelled like home again.

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