As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
Basil is a mega-celebrity of the herb world. But if it had a choice, it might prefer to be recognized for its work in lesser-known cuisines and recipes (the indie films and off-Broadway plays, if you will), where it shines in a different way and brings a new dimension to food.
This summer I made a vow to get over to the farmers’ market—any farmers’ market—once a week. For the most part I’ve managed to do it. And for the past 3 or 4 months I’ve purchased a bag of fresh ripe tomatoes each week. Ever since they hit the market, I’ve been obsessed. And now I’m in a downright panic, as they are on their way out.
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.
I was inspired to concoct this cool Spanish soup, however, after tasting some at Cesar’s Piedmont Avenue restaurant a couple of weeks ago. Unlike most red tomato gazpachos, the one at Cesar’s that evening was a lovely lemony green and was made with cucumbers. It also had a bright summer flavor and was simple yet elegant.
One late summer night a few years ago my friend Athen and I set out to what might have been a bold take on salsa. We started out with some amazingly aromatic mangos, cilantro, a few different pieces of stone fruit, various particularly great specimens of melon, and of course we had to get cucumbers […]