security blanket cuisine


The best gauge of what someone's concept of "comfort food" is might be the first dinner they cook for themselves in a new home. It is sort of the inverse of a last meal, but the two might be similarly revealing. Grilled cheddar with maple bacon, spicy pickled green beans (I found the ones that Stand includes in their pot of pickles - they're Rick's Picks 'Mean Beans') and garlicky dill slices, sunflower greens with a simple vinaigrette, and a Harpoon summer beer.

the preternatural sky


I always wonder about the 4 giant blocks on the Met's facade...presumably unfinished scupltures.

hard-won fruits de mer


The Haenyo divers are a group of women freedivers who collect abalone, seaweed, lobsters, octopus, oysters etc in the very cold waters off the southern coast of Jeju Island in Korea.

sakagura | last night


Thinly sliced duck breast, wrapped around some Julienned scallions, with a drop of (maybe) wasabe/edamame puree. The duck was rare, but the fat had a nice prosciutto-like quality. In the background is some grilled Japanese squid with miso and raw ginger I laid waste to. This non-presupposing restaurant in midtown is like a less rarified Momofuku Ssam. Sakagura, 211 E. 43rd Street,

pot of pickles


This is the excellent pot of pickles I had at Stand on East 12th yesterday. There were some nice new pickles, very sour dills, spicy pickled beans, some small green cherry tomatoes, and few other interesting things with some notes of nutmeg.

Visit the Pickle Wing of the New York Food Museum (Pickle Day on Orchard Street is set for Sept 17th).

Maybe more interesting, the Kimchi Field Museum in Seoul.

kayakers in the east river | June 16 2007


An incidental finding; taken from the Water Taxi Beach in Long Island City.

five years

a great cover; Brian Molko from Placebo:

simple roast chicken

Sometimes considered the measure of a cook's mastery of the basics, a good roast chicken. This is a simple method adapted from Thomas Keller's Bouchon cookbook. He serves it with French green lentils, pearl onions, button mushrooms, bacon lardons, and sauce Chasseur (hunter-style sauce of mushrooms, shallots, and wine) . . . probably none of which are necessary.

1. Start with a chicken that weighs between 2 and 3 pounds. Rinse it really well under cold water, and dry it thoroughly (inside and out) or it'll end up steaming instead of roasting. Salt the inside and outside with a good amount of coarse sea salt and black pepper.
2. Heat the oven to 450F; meanwhile, truss the bird:



3. Place the chicken into a shallow roasting pan, then into the oven:

4. Close the oven door, and don't open it for 50 minutes.

5. 10 minutes before the chicken is done, chop a bunch of fresh thyme:


6. Remove the roasting pan from the oven, tilt it so the juice collects in one corner, and let the thyme wilt in the juice. Spoon it over the bird continuously for about 10 minutes:


7. Let it rest for 15 minutes. Pull it apart with your fingers. Eat the wings first. Look for the two "oysters" on either side of the backbone as you pull the thighs away. Plate it.

no brainspace,


only this Nobuyoshi Araki of watermelon eating.

more scanpaths


A classic paper by Yarbus in 1967 tracking saccadic eye movements when subjects looked at Ilya Repin’s The Unexpected Visitor (1884), and asked: 1) free examination of the picture, 2) estimate the material circumstances of the family, 3) give the ages of the people, 4) surmise what the family had been doing before the arrival of the "unexpected visitor," 5) remember the clothes worn by the people, 6) remember the position of the people and objects in the room, and 7) estimate how long the "unexpected visitor" had been away from the family.

strike zone = crotchal region?


An interesting article about using eye tracking to measure how long people are looking where...and using this to design better menus and news articles and web pages. Buried in the piece, however, is the interesting finding that men spend more time than women staring at the crotchal region when watching baseball.

dorothy norman redux


Portrait of Dorothy Norman
STIEGLITZ, ALFRED, b.1864-1946
Alfred Stiegliz: A Personal Vision, 1932
7.5 x 9.1 cm

brisket yarmulke












"THE COW-BOY HAT - This American classic, made of the best marbleized cuts of beef available, assures that you won’t just herd cattle, you’ll wear them. With this beauty, the cows are alwavs on your mind."

Also see meatpaper, the magazine about meat.

does the super-id exist?

Lie down, then, on the soft couch which the analyst provides, and try to think up something different. The analyst has endless time and patience; every minute you detain him means more money in his pocket. He is like God, in a sense — the God of your own creation. Whether you whine, howl, beg, weep, implore, cajole, pray or curse — he listens. He is just a big ear minus a sympathetic nervous system. He is impervious to everything but truth. If you think it pays to fool him then fool him. Who will be the loser? If you think he can help you, and not yourself, then stick to him until you rot. He has nothing to lose. But if you realize that he is not a god but a human being like yourself, with worries, defects, ambitions, frailties, that he is not the repository of an all-encompassing wisdom but a wanderer along the path, perhaps you will cease pouring it out like a sewer, however melodious it may sound to your ears, and rise up on your own two legs and sing with your own God-given voice.
-Henry Miller, Sexus

lolmetal


I guess any idea, taken by degrees too far, becomes ridiculous.

cameron at the museum

mcnugget enhanced


here are a few pictures of 'enhancing' things with chicken mcnuggets. photo from slice.

venus | 2007

My favorite nude, by Modigliani. Visit the face transformer, upload a picture of yourself, and see yourself as a Modigliani.

sous-vide @ home

It's already a bit passe, but sous-vide ("under vacuum") is a method of cooking which involves sealing food in air-tight plastic and cooking it in a tightly temperature-regulated water bath, usually at a low temperature for a long time. The main advantage is that this method is basically the only way to cook something while keeping the integrety of the food completely intact. You essentially (in theory) end up with every molecule you started with in the final result.

Here is an experiment I did with sous-vide duck breast:

1. Start with a nice duck breast, with some garlic, orange peel, thyme, salt and pepper.


2. Seal it all together in an air-tight plastic bag that can withstand near boiling (I used a cheap Seal-a-Meal...but these machines can be ridiculously expensive).


3. Immerse in a water bath that is maintained at around 130F (a laboratory thermoimmersion water bath would be best, but I just balance a thermometer on the edge of the pot and adjust the heat). The larger the volume of water you can use, the more constant the temperature will be. Let this sit in the water for 2 hours..up to 12 hours (at maybe a slightly lower temperature).


4. Remove the breast and open the bag carefully.

5. Essentially, it's done.

The next steps are optional:


6. Fire it in a pan to crisp up the skin.


7. Remove it to a plate.



8. Deglaze the pan with a little Gran Marnier. Set it afire.


9. Serve it with some watercress. Yumm-o!

four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire


For a summer between 5th and 6th grade I was obsessed with the 'Paul is dead' myth. I think this was sort of a high point in the deep reading of bands, and the epitome of the (critically endangered) dialectic that bands once had with their fans. The story still impresses me because of the amount of textual spadework--interpretation of obscure symbolism, sussing lyrical interreferentiality, and just even technical analysis--their audience was engaged in. The fans are not engaged in a futile, Baudrillardian, cataloging of free floating signifiers...seeing meaning where there is none...but there is actually a great dialogue that goes on over years between the band (who love wordplay and clever studio editing etc) and completely obsessed fans.

Friday was the 40th anniversary of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. The cover is one of the most paul-is-dead-symbolism-laden pieces. Besides the fact that it's shot at the edge of a freshly dug grave, other details people have pointed out: the yellow flowers are in the shape of a bass, with three rather than four strings, and are arranged to spell 'PAUL?'; some people have interpreted the statue in the foreground to be the Hindu goddess Kali the destroyer, and she is pointing one hand at Paul and the other at a wax figure of him; if you place a mirror horizontally across the midline of 'Lonely Hearts' on the drum, you will see 1 ONE I X HE ^ DIE....of course endlessly interpretable. Crazy stuff for sure...but sometimes I wish a band still engaged us in this kind of meta-hoax-art game.


cartographic license


From her biography:

"Francesca Berrini transforms vintage maps of places she has longed to visit into fine art maps of entirely new and imagined worlds. She obsessively tears up original vintage maps into tiny pieces, and then reconstitutes them, using a painterly process, into new maps and directional devices that reflect a longing for places unseen."

Also see this interesting site, strangemaps.

poor pillow mouse


Dog toy cemetary, from Natalie Dee.

Temptation | 1984

Bernard Sumner wears short shorts!

the high art of passive-aggression


'On the Meaning of Losing Teeth in Dreams'


A classic anxiety dream of mine involves loosing teeth. It turns out that the symbolism of teeth in dreams is common (Freud called them "typical" because so many people seemed to have almost identical dreams). One of the ealiest attempts at addressing this was in a paper by Antonie Rhan in the Internationale Zeitschrift für Psychoanalyse in 1923. He thought that such dreams lead back to the earliest stage of thumb sucking, when the baby has no teeth and enjoys itself without disturbance from reality.


The title of this post is taken from a paper published by Sandor Lorand in the Psychoanalytic Quarterly in 1948. He reports one of his patients' particularly entertaining tooth-dreams:


I have a painful tooth, a lower front tooth, which is abcessed. I put my fingers in my mouth and pull it out. At the root of the tooth and clinging to it is the pus sac of the abcess. I thought in the dream, 'Why, that is just like a penis in a rubber condom with the seminal fluid collected at the end of the condom'.


So of course, Lorand concludes that "her associations to the dream were first to her castrative tendencies toward her husband as well as against herself. This thought led to the expression of her feelings of guilt and responsibility for causing her husband difficulties in attaining his orgasm. I was able to elicit even deeper associations along the following line: first, self-castration, self-deprivation through castrating her husband (by fellatio—biting); then guilt and self-mutilation as punishment. Further..." it goes on. Great stuff.

Walden, 27 May 2007


A man is rich in proportion to the number
of things which he can afford to let alone.
- H. D. T.