September
2012
September
2012
September
2012
Come Into My Shower
As promised, it will be a day of shower shots, as a reward (or punishment, depending on your point of view) for all those who have stuck with us during the revamping of the site. Work continues, but we’re getting there.
More to come, more to come…
September
2012
September
2012
September
2012
A Filipino Feast for My Father
The low-key celebration for my Dad’s birthday consisted of a traditional Filipino dinner, cooked by yours truly – and given the bursting blossoms of the baby bok choy, it arrived just in the nick of time. The main event was a new recipe I was giving a whirl – a sort of bitter beef stew officially christened ‘Sinigang na carne’. The recipe seemed simple enough (though I did need to seek out the Asian Supermarket to get the Tamarind-based seasoning packet for the Sinigang.)
Here’s the recipe if you want to try it out – as I mentioned, there is a bitter element to the dish, which I found refreshing, but may not be for everyone:
1 Tbsp. olive oil
1 tomato, diced
½ onion, diced
3 garlic cloves, minced
½ lb beef brisket, cut into chunks
½ lb pork chunks
¾ teaspoon salt (or to taste)
Pepper to taste
6 oz. bok choy and/or Chinese broccoli cut into large chunks 1-2 inches (2-3 cups)
2 white radishes, thickly sliced
10 oz. string beans
Packet of Sinigang tamarind base stew seasoning
1 teaspoon lemon juice (or kalamansi if avail.)
Saute onion, garlic, and tomatoes in hot oil until onion browns.
Add beef, pork, and enough water (or rice wash) to cover meat entirely (about 7-8 cups water). Bring to boil, lower heat, and simmer until meat is tender (about 2 hours).
Add salt and seasoning packet, bring to boil for ten minutes.
Simmer, and add bok choy/Chinese broccoli and radishes.
Add more water if necessary, and the string beans. Simmer until tender.
Before serving, add lemon juice. Serve with white rice.
Please note, I upped the portions for this as it was for a larger number of people, particularly on the meat side, so don’t be afraid to play around with it. I also chose fresh beans over frozen (as they are still in wonderful season) and used only Chinese broccoli, which provided the perfect note of bitterness. Adhere strictly to the times, as anything less may result in less tender meat, and that’s one of the best parts of this dish.
The baby bok choy was given the simple side treatment (here it is just before full wilting). It begins with a heady mix of ginger and garlic sauteed in a bit of olive oil and sesame oil – that alone will make anyone’s kitchen smell like it knows what it’s doing. Add to that some soy sauce and crushed red pepper flakes for heat, and you have an easy, if potent, side dish. I got that recipe from the New York Times, where it was originally printed next to the one I’m currently using for the chicken adobo. What the latter lacks in photogenic properties, it more than makes up for in taste. The key is the rice vinegar and coconut milk marinade, but the trick is the addition of three bay leaves. It seems like such a little, unimportant part, but it makes all the difference.
Rounding out the meal was a large pot of pancit, cooked in the manner my Mom taught me ~ two large bunches of rice noodles, soaked until soft, chopped chicken and pork (I boiled these for tenderness), green onions and carrots for color and flavor, Chinese sausage, a cup or so of chicken stock, salt & pepper to taste, and then a liberal dousing of soy sauce. This is a recipe that demands a few attempts before you find the best way to do it to your liking. This time around it helped keeping it refrigerated overnight, as the noodles upon first assembly were a little too firm. If leaving it in the fridge, I find it helpful to err on the watery side of things to insure that the noodles stay moist.
All of the above were served with that Filipino staple – a heaping bowl of steaming jasmine rice – and a bit of Pan de Sol. It made more than enough for six people, with leftovers all around – and is the perfect Fall dinner for when the nights start going cool.
September
2012
In ‘The Havana Room’
It was a strangely sympathetic thing for him to say, and we stood there in a sudden, not uncomfortable silence. Men sometimes make friends this way, I think. They decide quickly… There was something vulnerable and temporary about the moment, and I was attentive to it, for a man, let us agree, is a kind of shelled animal. There is the hardened surface he presents to the world, the face and the words and the behavior, but very often these do not correlate very well with the being inside the shell. By hardened I mean coherent, deflective of attack, and capable of being recognized by others; I don’t mean unchangeable – quite the opposite, in fact. But the shell is always there, growing outward from within, flaking and breaking away, and the quivering wet stuff inside remains largely hidden. Appearances are not deceiving so much as incomplete. What you see is what you get, but what you don’t see is also what you get.
~ Colin Harrison
September
2012
Charlie’s
A venerable Boston institution, Charlie’s is a restaurant located literally around the corner from our place, yet we only seem to get there for special treats (the day of a Madonna concert, for example). It is a classic, old-school-style diner, where patrons sit at the counter (my preference) or with other patrons at the small smattering of tables set up. There is something comforting about a diner – with its griddle smoking and spattering just a few feet away, the easy casual camaraderie that overcomes all who enter, and the promise of good old-fashioned greasy grub.
This has not gone unnoticed by many in Boston, including a number of celebrities and politicians, whose photos line the walls, and who keep coming back for the (pretty) low prices that have remained remarkably consistent over the years. There’s also the tight-knit group that runs the place – friendly and amiable to all, if no-nonsense when it comes to serving up food and turning over tables. Personally I like that approach in a diner. This is not the place for fancy frills and excess – and God knows I create enough of that in the rest of my life.
September
2012
Ben Cohen’s Underwear Video
Because he’s even better in motion. One day soon I’ll do a serious Ben Cohen write-up, on all the amazing work he and his StandUp Foundation do to combat bullying. Today, however, I’m too tired to do anything but watch him get dirty, work up a sweat, and take off his clothes for a calendar shoot.
September
2012
A Political Party in my Pants
September
2012
September
2012
The Sweetest Vine
This is the Sweet Autumn Clematis, one of my favorite vines of all-time. It’s one of those clematis that you cut down to the ground each spring, after which it makes its leaps, often covering upwards of thirty feet in a single season before blanketing itself in sweetly-scented white blooms. While the blossoms are individually delicate, taken en masse they create a potent sea of petals and perfume, an intoxicating mix that many bees find irresistible.
Despite its delicate appearance, this is one tough vine, coming back year after year with the slightest of care. Of course it does much better when amended with some manure and a cooling cover of mulch, and when given that extra pampering it will astound you with a show like this in the late gardening hours of September.
It’s the perfect plant for covering an arbor, but I’ve also seen it used effectively to soften a fence, or winding its way among spring flowering shrubs like the mockorange – which gives a pretty and fragrant bookend to both sides of the summer.
September
2012
September
2012
A Pre-Birthday Wish for My Father
Being that my Dad’s birthday falls unluckily on September 11, or rather that September 11, as we know it, happened to fall on my Dad’s birthday, he usually gets short-shrifted as far as big celebrations go. Fortunately, he wouldn’t have it any other way, and it’s always seemed like his birthday was more of an annoyance to him, and more of a reason for his family and loved ones to celebrate him in spite of his reluctance. Usually I save the day-after for his post, but this year I decided to do a little something before-hand. Having just finished up cooking his Filipino feast (this time I tried a Sinigang Na Carne for the first time, a slightly bitter stew that may prove challenging) we’re having him and some special friends and family over tomorrow. It will be, according to his own preference, a low-key family affair, but made all the more special because of it. Only a fellow Virgo could understand the need for a quiet birthday. Like Father, like Son. Happy Birthday Dad!
(On a side-note, tomorrow this blog will have its traditional one-post-only in honor of those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. There were no words then, and there are none now.)
September
2012
The Naked Butts of Magic Mike
The naked backsides of ‘Magic Mike’ – Channing Tatum, Matthew McConaughey, Alex Pettyfer, and Matt Bomer. Who’s your favorite?







































