Chances are you live a stone’s throw away from a Thai restaurant in your neighborhood, and you’ve got a go-to local favorite for pad thai. These days I often find myself traveling north of Berkeley, where there’s quite a few wonderful Thai eateries clustered in Albany, El Cerrito and San Pablo locales.
Buttermilk Pie? What? It sounds weird, but apparently it has a cult-like following in the longhorn state. It’s essentially a simple buttermilk and brown sugar custard pie, often flavored with a bit of vanilla and sometimes citrus zest. Kim Laidlaw decided to take it upon herself to come up with the ultimate version for the holidays.
Buttermilk somehow seems perpetually cool and unruffled. It evokes cream without cream’s over-the-top heft; its tanginess goes up to the threshold of yogurt and stops just shy. No matter how you cook it, a little bit of buttermilk has a thousand ways of making life taste better.
There’s a definite difference between cheese and milk. It’s clear in the tastes, textures, state of matter, and smells. However, when it comes to that iffy area in-between milk and cheese it get’s a little muddy. What exactly is the difference between sour cream and crème fraîche? How is yogurt different from kefir? Why is the buttermilk purchased in stores rarely ever true buttermilk?
Served on rocket, the final result was a mix of everything I love on one plate. The sweet roasted tomatoes were the perfect foil to the salty prosciutto and bitter greens, while the fried chicken’s crispiness and the poached eggs velvety yolks added a luxurious decadence. Mixed with Sriracha sauce, the dressing added complexity and spiciness to the dish.