Single (and cooking) in the City

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October 2010

Roasted Purple Cauliflower

Saturday: My dirty laundry was piled up in one corner, a combination of cat and human hair in the other, and yet I still found the time to go for a late morning walk… as if the afternoon wasn’t right around the corner with a million other things to do!

So in the spirit of procrastination, I took a walk over to the Sunnyside Farmer’s Market — 1/2 a block away, and a 1/4 of a block long. I found some purple cauliflower and amazing little cherry tomatoes in colors that varied from yellow to red.

Roasted Cauliflower and Pan Fried Salmon

  • Cauliflower
  • Onion
  • Tomatoes

Toss cauliflower, onion, and halved cherry tomatoes with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Roast at 450 degrees for 10 minutes. So simple I made it in the morning and brought it in for lunch a couple of days later.


Quickie Post – Today’s Lunch

steak and garlic spinach

Sometimes the only time I have to make a “home cooked meal” is in the mornings, in between brushing my teeth and figuring out what to wear. Steak almost rare takes barely any time, and spinach wilts in the blink of an eye. I think I spend more time chopping garlic.

Osteria Morini – Opening Night

I really should have just gone home. Gossip Girl wanted me to be a couch spud. Even Mother Nature was doing her best to make me uncomfortable, spray misting me in the face with the cold rain, and yet, after work I felt unbelievably compelled to just take a peek around the corner on Lafayette Street, just to see if Michael White’s new place had opened as promised on numerous food blogs.

I started across the street, and upon noticing the warm glow from the restaurant’s windows, I walked a bit closer. There were some empty tables towards the front of the restaurant, and the atmopshere was buzzy, so I made a quick phone call, “Kel! Come back out to Manhattan! Guess which restaurant is OPEN?” The hostess informed me that a table would be available at 9:30, so I took a walk around the corner to do some window shopping, snacking on a truffle that my coworker had bought me as a Thank You gift. (Isn’t that sweet? Thank you for saving my stomach from ingesting itself.)

An hour later, waiting with Kel at the front of the restaurant, Michael White stopped by and said a quick a hello, I tried unsuccessfully to check in on foursquare so I resorted to yelp (achieved duchess-ship!), we had a glass of sparkling wine, and a table was ready for us! 8:30 – perfect.

Michael White. Pasta. An already perfect combination creates yet another temple for me to worship in — the rustic Osteria Morini. This will be for when that pasta craving hits, and I have less than a subway stop’s time to get my fix before the shakes take over.

anxious to eat!

amazing spinach and cheese beignets

strozzapreti – priest stranglers!! uh oh. will the various religious institutions out there be burning my blog now?

tagliatelle in a delicious ragu

of course there would be a side of roasted brussel sprouts

…and no shortage of dessert. This is panna cotta.

And this.. I forgot the name of! I think it was their version of a floating island mated with a parfait.

Nothing works better than a big plate of meaty and homey pasta to warm up a damp and cold night. Thanks, Michael White! I am filing this favorite right under Marea.

Le Fooding 2010

I tried desperately to recover from my hangover in time for Le Fooding, pt deux, because I knew what would follow- an hour of V.Cliquot open bar, unlimited food, and massive crowding, none of which are particularly enjoyable when nursing a massive headache and lethargy that only a full night of sleep could cure. So we started the day with a large bowl of ramen at Menchanko Tei (I left no noodle behind), and then an afternoon showing of Catfish accompanied with a small bag of popcorn. Instead of emerging from the darkened theater refreshed and recharged 2 hours later, I felt only one step further removed from death, and puttered onwards to P.S. 1, where the event was going to take place.

After 2 refills of champagne, I started to feel better, and much food was had.

Beef on anchovy parsley crostini, by Nate Appleman. Kel really liked this one. I didn’t.

This was amazing. From the SF side : suckling pig confit.

DB Bistro Camemburger – scarily rare for some, but no one got sick. Juicy with a huge burst of ooey gooey camembert.

Self explanatory. Popcorn. Good stuff. And I think some pork rinds or something in the background…

A strangely artistic table of little snacks.

But the best was the most simple – margherita pizza from Pizza Moto. Late into the night and after several attempts by the security at kicking all the loiterer’s out, they kept their portable oven fires burning…

Thanks guys!

And after all that eating, Mike felt compelled to do some pilates crunches.

We rocked out with our cool red bagged wine holders.

Played in P.S.1’s little pool puddles…

And ended the night at a hat party.