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.
Tag: st. patrick’s day
Cupcakes, cookies and beer dyed green may mean party time in America, but on the Emerald Isle, they harken back to a desperate past. Still, Ireland has learned to embrace the kitsch for the tourists.
I’m not a big drinker, or a big fan of fratastic crowds, so when it comes to St. Patty’s Day, the thing I most look forward to isn’t all the block parties, or the cry for “Carbombs!” at the bar. Call me an old soul (or Debbie McDowner), but I would much rather indulge in a thick slice of warm Irish Soda Bread, inordinately slathered with sweet butter.
Now, I like to sip a fine measure of Irish whiskey, for sure, but when you need to make a whole tableful of people happy with just one glass, nothing beats this Chocolate Whiskey Cake. Serving it at a recent birthday potluck, the question everyone asked after one bite was, “How much whiskey is in this??” Only a cup’s worth for the entire generously-sized cake, but a liberal sprinkling after baking gives a potent warmth to every forkful.
It’s true, I’ll admit it: these are some ugly-looking potatoes. Back in December, though, they were sleek, alluring even, a pound or two of organic fingerlings that came as part of a mystery box of roots, tubers, and greens from Mariquita Farms. Somehow, though, they got muscled to the back of the pantry by the 20 pounds of russets bought for holiday latke-making at the same time. By the time I could even think about eating potatoes again, my taters had only baby-making in mind.
With a Mayor whose life appears to need the same kind of control his gel exerts over his hair, and killer frogs stalking Golden Gate Park, spring has fully come to San Francisco. To honor St. Patty’s Day, I had to write about my newest out-of-body experience: Guinness Floats. I know there’s a lot of […]