A fresh study looks at what happens after people change their meat-eating habits. Those who upped their intake — about 3.5 servings more per week — saw their risk of developing Type 2 diabetes during four years of follow-up increase by almost 50 percent.
Archive for September, 2008
While fans of Limon wait for it to reopen, they now have another place to turn: Limon Rotisserie also located in the Mission.
I was tempted by the rotisserie chicken, the casual atmosphere, and the inexpensive menu. Limon Rotisserie is a small corner location on Van Ness. The space is friendly with bright colors and comfortable seating.
Last month, during one of those gorgeously sunny weeks, a friend visiting from China (read: escaping from Beijing’s craziness) requested a fun outing that would include a meal highlighting local foods. The perfect side trip came to mind immediately. There’s no better way to take in the Bay than on a leisurely ferry ride. And for local flavors, Restaurant Picco offers Marin Mondays, special weekly prix fixe dinners that highlight the best of Marin Country farms. I told my friend to meet me on the Larkspur Ferry.
Indian Summer indeed! Global warming is alive and well when it’s pushing 100 degrees in San Francisco in September. Not wanting to make anything that involved getting near a stove, I called my friends J & J and asked if I could come over to their uber swanky and air conditioned kitchen and whip something up for us for dinner. When I woke up yesterday morning and it was 82 degrees, all I could think about was cold gazpacho soup with some thick crunchy crusty bread.
Check out Burdick’s separate Obama and McCain chocolate boxes. Not only do you get a jean jacket-ready button touting either campaign and a festive box tied with blue or red ribbon and bearing the party’s animal, but each box of chocolates is flavored in line with each candidate’s history.
I’ve served dinner to thousands of people over the span of my adult life. In that time, I have been alarmed– though seldom to the point of fits– by the number of those people who do not know how to behave at table. Proper table etiquette is often poorly executed.
Luckily for us, two Prune chef alums, Ginevra Iverson and Eric Korsh have recently migrated West to Sebastopol and opened Eloise, in fact. After getting ahold of the news on EaterSF some time ago, I knew I would make the drive, and who I would take. My friend DB said, after looking at the menu for the first time, “Yeah, but the problem is we’re going to need to order everything on there. I will not be able to choose.”
One of my favorite group of folks to hang out with are sommeliers. First of all, they are in the business of making people happy and generally speaking, they’re pretty good at it. Because they know an awful lot about wine, I almost always learn something from them. Since you might only get a few moments consulting with a sommelier or wine director in a busy restaurant or wine bar, taking a class from them is a great way to absorb even more wine smarts.
When I mentioned to a friend that I was waiting to see a copy of Amy Goldman’s book The Heirloom Tomato: From Garden to Table she said she already had a copy. “It’s like pornography,” she said laughingly. Every page of this book has amazing photography by Victor Schrager, and it is indeed beautiful.
With summer fast waning and the autumn fruits making their way to market, it’s time to turn to one of my favorite holidays. The Mid-Autumn Festival or, as many of us call it, the Harvest Moon Festival, celebrates the brightest and fullest moon of the year. It was once a time for families to relax and enjoy finally the fruits of their summer labor. Nowadays, in that peculiar way modernization and urbanization has of thinning out traditions, people might simply exchange moon cakes or go out to eat at their favorite Chinese restaurant. A few purists will try to hike up a hill for a midnight picnic with hot tea. Or, if you’re Andrea Nguyen, you spend days making your own moon cakes from scratch.
My family and I are flying to the UK this weekend, so in addition to trying to arrange our trip and get a bunch of work done before we go, I’m planning our in-flight menus. I’ve been a plane picnicker for years, even before most airlines stopped serving in-flight meals. It all started when I was pregnant and just couldn’t bear the thought of airplane or airport food. Since that time, I’ve had to consider my children’s food intake in addition to my own.
Have you ever entertained thoughts of becoming a cooking show personality? KTEH Cooks with Garlic is giving you the opportunity to show the Bay Area what you’ve got. In December, KTEH will broadcast a live show featuring local viewers preparing their favorite garlic recipes.
Every year, I look forward to the real fig season–figs have two seasons: the first, in early summer, is fleeting and generally unremarkable; the second one takes place late in the summer. And yes, folks, it’s that time of year again. Late summer. My favorite moment in food time, when tomatoes and basil and zucchini and cucumbers and peppers and stone fruit and even berries are still prolific in the farmers’ market, and each week, there are more shell beans and succulent delicious figs on display. But it’s the figs that send me into squeals of joy, and when I bite into a perfectly ripe fig, perfect bliss.
Food stirs up powerful emotions. It’s not so much the “what” as it is the “how” that sometimes seems to be the problem. Accessibility, artisanal, affordability, authenticity, sustainability, these are some of the buzz words of the day and each one of them are loaded. One organization making an impact person by person and bite by bite, and seemingly free from any controversy, is La Cocina.
Warning: This is not a piece extolling the virtues of Slow Food Nation ’08, so if there are delicate sensibilities out there who can’t bear the suggestion that Slow Food Nation is anything other than shiny, happy people eating food, you should probably stop reading right now. It would be one thing if this rant was all about how I volunteered at Slow Food Nation and all I got was this lousy apron.
That’s not even the half of it.