As of Wednesday, Aug. 20, Eat My Florida will be folded into our new blog, The Daily Loaf.
They're sex on the half-shell. The classic aphrodisiac. Just the thought of those glistening gobs of mollusk muscle sliding down your throat is enough to send a shudder through Pfizer. But can oysters be too sexy?
Well, sure. Just like with humans, an oyster's unhealthy fixation on its own naughty bits are sure to bring chafing, hairy palms and STDs. "Oh, that's just a cold sore!" Sure, you pretty little huitre plate, you keep telling yourself that.
Brilliant reporting Reuters, by the way. No mention at all whether infected oysters can transfer their seaborne herpes to people who down them with a nice Sancerre and capable mignonette. Nobody'd be interested in that, I imagine.
Recently, Todd English (celeb chef and owner of about 1 metric bazillion restaurants) called Peruvian cuisine "the next big thing." Bon Appetit's new food blog quickly weighed in, declaring it a trend that needs an ambassador, and pointing to Peruvian celeb chef Gaston Acurio as -- possibly -- the face that could launch a thousand tiraditos.
I hate to say I told you so, but Sarasota chef Darwin Santa Maria of oft-lauded Selva Grill made the same prediction about Peruvian food almost a year ago. Sarasota is home to no less than four decent Peruvian joints. Only question is: what about the Bay area? Know any great places to grab some ceviche, causa and sauces laced with glorious aji pepper?
(Thanks to Grub Street.)
You shelled out a car payment for those high-end pots and pans I talk about in Essential Kitchen Gear, so you better take steps to protect your investment. Although you might be tempted to grab the steel wool or belt sander the next time you have to remove a layer of solidified bacon grease or burned sugar from that formerly gleaming stainless steel, just put the power tools down. It doesnt have to be that way.
For stainless steel cookware, typical dish soap and water will take care of daily use and you can even throw most brands in the dishwasher -- but youll want to have an abrasive cleanser on hand. Dont scrub with anything metal and stay away from harsh powders and liquids like Comet or Soft Scrub; those will clean well enough but could scratch the surface of your beautiful pans.
Apparently, the culinary world does not stop when your CL Food Editor steps out for a little staycation. Here's your guide to the wide world of food for the past 10 days.
Now that the 3G iPhone is up and running (sort of), you can make use of it's brand new, true GPS system to do more than just get directions and illegally track people. Why not use it to find some food?
Urbanspoon, a two year old Seattle company, has launched a free iPhone app that uses the GPS (or the triangulation system on old phones) to search for restaurants that are, theoretically, in your general vicinity. Usually this type of software is only geared towards the bigger metro areas with established dining scenes -- which would likely mean that our own Bay area is out of luck -- but Urbanspoon recently added Tampa/St. Pete to it's list. Awfully nice of 'ya.
No iPhone? Well, you can still log on the old fashioned way and do an actual web search on Urbanspoon's site, as well as read local reviews culled from the rags (ours included) and customer reviews riddled with shills. Web-browsing ... clunky, but it still works.
It's hard not to love the New Yorker's Shouts & Murmurs -- erudite humor that speaks to the, well, you know, the more-than-common man.
This week features a culinary guide to passive aggressive appetizers perfect for any gathering. Best snippet: "Have you ever noticed how sun-dried tomatoes and top-grade peyote look exactly the same? Not a suggestion, really. Just saying."
Read over on Serious Eats that Starbucks will introduce a new line of "Vivannos" starting tomorrow. Don't know what a Vivanno is? Time to add a word to your Starbucks lexicon of pseudo-Mediterranean new-speak: Vivanno = smoothie.
After years of not trying, those Seattle-ish coffee merchants are really scrambling, aren't they? Heck, I'm all for it. Anything beats that left-in-the-oven-for-days flavor of the corporate giant's burnt coffee.
Rocky Aoki, the man who brought Japanese culinary showmanship to America with Benihana, died last week. According to the AP story, Aoki was surrounded by his wife and six children during his final moments, which must have been awkward considering he sued four of those kids -- two from each of his first two wives -- after they tried to take over his restaurant chain. Apparently, they don't like his current wife.
Forget the gossip and dirt, though, and let's remember the man for his accomplishments: teppan-yaki, stateside. Aoki opened his first Benihana in New York in 1964, starting an empire that's blossomed into more than 100 restaurants and thousands of imitators. Every time a chop-socky chef flips shrimp tails into his hat, builds a smoking onion volcano, or tells a tired karate kid joke before serving you griddled steak and barely cooked veggies doused in soy, you have Aoki to thank.
Beyond Benihana, Aoki was a cool cat who wrestled on the Japanese Olympic team; raced cars, boats and motorcycles; was the first man to cross the Pacific in a hot air balloon; founded classic eighties porno mag Genesis; won backgammon championships; participated in a Cannonball Run-like cross country race in a stretch Volkswagon Beetle limousine; and once had a horrific boating accident that required 10 hours of surgery and multiple removed organs. When he came to three days later, he saw his wife and his mistress waiting for him bedside. Damn, player!
That's a life well lived, worth a raised Mai Tai or two at whatever teppan-yaki joint you favor.
Well, alright, maybe it's not our bandwagon, but it's nice to see the efforts of Our Man In Sarasota reflected in the august pages of the Huff.