Saturday, February 28, 2009

Tonight's the Night


Tonight, come on down to Queen's Nails between the hours of 7-11 for the first ever west coast Fun-A-Day show. I'll bring my pictures and maybe even a few snacks.

Update: Here's the what the San Francisco Chronicle's got to say.

Queen's Nails
3189 Mission St

San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 824-1310



Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Homegrown Mushrooms



A much appreciated holiday gift, and current living room decoration was a couple of mushroom logs from the Rain Forest Mushroom Company out of Eddyville, Oregon. Great we thought, we can follow the directions and enjoy some nice mushrooms. Little did we know how prolific our oyster mushroom log would be.

Within days of soaking our hunk of sawdust, oyster mushrooms had exploded from our log and we very quickly had an impressive amount of some of the finest mushrooms we have ever eaten.

Here's the log after a harvest.


We made savory mushroom crepes, mushroom quesadillas, sauteed mushrooms on salad, and one very large and excellent spinach and mushroom omelette.



While some mushrooms are not prohibitively expensive in the stores, the price, quality and quantity of these Oyster mushrooms makes it hard to want my mushrooms from anywhere else. So next time you find yourself on the small and scenic Highway 20 in the Beautiful state of Oregon, give Rain Forest Mushrooms a try.

Rain Forest Mushroom Co.
P.O. Box 83
20666 HWY 20
Eddyville, OR 97343
541-875-2026
http://www.rainforestmushrooms.com/

Friday, February 13, 2009

How to Make Vietnamese Coffee



Reading a review for a Vietnamese restaurant one morning, then eating in a different one later that day got me thinking about cuisine, culture, and coffee. Long ago I thought I'd figured out the art of making a pretty darn good Vietnamese coffee. Well over a year ago the photos were taken, a process written up, but the brewing attempt to be published was a failure. Back to the drawing board, into the scrap heap, and maybe even into the category of unsolved mysteries. To tell you the truth, I don't get it. Luckily, neither does anyone else. Anyone who says they do is full of it. Stay away from these people or you will soon find yourself selling snake oil out of the back of a truck or selling herbal supplements for sexual enhancement.

For those of you who have never had Vietnamese coffee, I mean real Vietnamese coffee in Vietnam, not Vietnamese style coffee in some other country know what I'm talking about. The coffee in Vietnam is rich, chocolatey, strong, and seemingly impossible to recreate with any predictability. While living in Bangkok, I found a coffee that seemed to be the right roast, the right grind, and acidity. Alas, it was still wrong and my self confidence crumbled. I tried to investigate. This is where it got complicated and frustrating.

Followers of this blog are either thrilled or bored with my recent coffee roasting adventures. Recently I have taken it upon myself to try my damndest to make a respectable Vietnamese coffee. I think I'm making headway.

The first step was trying to figure out just what kind of coffee to use. Some of the local import shops actually sell a ground coffee from Vietnam that smells very much like what you might hope for. Maybe that's the first and easiest step, but I took the long way around.

I've been roasting coffee a lot lately. Roasting and tasting coffee is kind of like drinking and talking about wine. It attracts some really intolerable personalities. Wine attracts rich boring people who get tipsy and tell you too much about their golf swing or their timeshares in Aspen. A ruling class beverage for the ruling classes now for the poorer, yet still ruling classes of the world. Oh: coffee. Same thing really, except caffeine fills this drinker with similar self aggrandizing tendencies, but one that doesn't make me crash my car, or wake up in strange places. I do talk too much under the influence though. some people might find me too intense, or even scary. They are certainly entitled to their opinions.

Sheesh. Anyhow, with all the coffee I've been roasting, it's become obvious that certain beans are more appropriately suited for certain drinking styles. Certain beans hold up well to being almost burnt, while others do well with a lighter roast. This is incredibly dorky, but very important. Certain coffee have certain outstanding flavors only if roasted to their potential. Under roast a Sumatran, and you've got something bland indeed. Roast it more, and you've got something dark that I still don't really like. Some people really do. All beans have an ideal roast, and brewing method, or at least that's what I've decided. Anyhow, instead of boring you with a list of different beans and their flavor, I'll cut to the chase: I recently roasted a bag from El Salvador a little darker than what one might call "medium." Arbitrary yes, but important. It provided me with just the right flavor for making a very good Vietnamese coffee.

Reading online or even in books, many people say that a very dark roast is ideal. I disagree. I find most coffees, when roasted until very dark, become good for espresso, but not for an interesting or complex flavor. Espresso roast demands a slightly burnt bean. I actually like espresso quite a lot, but you lose a lot of flavor with an espresso roast.

Many sources say that Vietnamese coffee includes chicory. This is ludicrous. Vietnamese immigrants to the American South, without access to Vietnamese coffee, found a replacement with coffee and chicory. This is the Vietnamese American hybrid, no offensive, but not the "real" thing.

A lot of recipes out there erroneously give the wrong kind of coffee, but at least most sources agree that you need a Vietnamese press. Simple, but how to use it? I have been unfortunate enough, as have many of you I'm sure, to order a Vietnamese coffee only to receive a sweet but flavorless cup of something. You see, just having some coffee, a press, and the all important sweetened condensed milk is just not a recipe for success.

Lest you think I'm going to give you the secret, I'll admit I'm still toying with the whole process. I've had trouble getting the right proportions, getting the coffee to really stay packed down, and make the brewing process take the time it needs to make the black gold.

First, you need a relatively coarse grind. Most sources agree on this. Too fine and it goes through the filter and you end up with a sediment filled cup, or maybe it clogs the damn thing altogether. But how to keep the coffee from rising to the top? Some makers have screw tops. Some sources recommend screwing it down, but not too hard. Whatever that means... I've experimented with moistening the grounds after putting them into place. I push them further until they simply cannot escape.

I pour the water in slowly over the screw device, but not to the top of the press. From my experience, you are not going to get a large beverage. You want small, sweet, and strong. A lot of establishments outside of 'nam carelessly pack the maker and fill it too full. You get a normal tasting coffee with some sweetened condensed milk in it. That'll be two-fifty please!

You must use sweetened condensed milk. There is no escaping this. Try and skimp, and you will be sorry.


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A week or so after writing this (caffeine fueled) description, I ran out of coffee. A friend provided me with some of her coffee from a large can. Ok, it was from Trader Joe's. I made a few cups of the stuff in a french press and I considered taking a razor blade to my wrists, or simply switching to amphetamines. On a whim I tried making a Vietnamese coffee and the results were very good, not once, but several times. I managed to get a very strong and bitter brew, that when mixed with the sweetened condensed milk was really something else. Sheesh, what's the point of using decent coffee? Am I on to something?



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Months later, same thing again. I've tried fine home roasted Colombian, Sumatran, Ethiopian, Guatemalan, and so on. A Friend arrives with a very questionable bag of Yuban, and it became sweet gold in my press.

The moral of my story? Still thinking about it. Maybe it says something about the quality of Vietnamese coffee, or maybe it doesn't. Maybe it says something about the re-creation of another country's beverage and the difficulties therein. Or maybe I just have too much time on my hands and I have also wasted yours. Good day.


Your thoughts are most certainly appreciated.



Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Oranges by Post

The citrus season is in full swing and it's been a tad overwhelming to do it justice. Oranges, tangerines, grapefruits, pomelos, and home grown Meyer lemons (to name a few) have piled up. The other week a package arrived and regardless of the redundancy, nothing could have made me happier. Except for the rapture of course.



In an unremarkable neighborhood of Southern California there just happens to be an exceptional orange tree heavy with fruit at the moment. A box was filled and put in the mail. Through the magic of the US postal service, these oranges were mine in a matter of hours. There were also some very nice lemons.

These navels look like any other, but they are something special indeed. While it is hard to convince you the reader of their greatness, just imagine the best example of your favorite fruit and how you feel upon consuming it. These oranges without fail give me this feeling with every piece of fruit and that is something special. I have this annoying habit of remembering favorite food items in strange places the world over. I remember my things like my favorite watermelon, my favorite torta, and favorite laad naa. In some ways it's an arbitrary judgement owing to the time, place, and set of emotions that make up the whole experience and memory. Regardless of this thought, these oranges have yet to be topped. They are time and again, the best oranges I have ever eaten.



While many commercial varieties of fruit are developed to be easy to peel, and thus easy to eat, these navels will not go without a fight. To eat the fruit, you're in for a struggle and a mess, but it is certainly worth it. Thank you Nana!