My butter chicken recipe reimagined…

Sam came down the stairs and immediately asked what I was making. The smells drift up the stairs and into his room whenever I am cooking or baking. I guess it’s good that I can cook well because if I were a terrible cook or burned everything, that would suck for Sam.

I told him I was making my butter chicken but reimagined. “Oh no! What are you ruining it with? Please don’t tell me cauliflower!” So I didn’t tell him. Lol. “Why?” he asked. I said, “Because dad and I love cauliflower instead of chicken in different flavored “wings,” I thought I’d try it for butter chicken.”

Next, he spewed out a bunch of reasons why cauliflower shouldn’t be used to replace chicken, how terrible it is, and finished his rant with, “I’ll argue with you to the death on this one.” 😂

Now, remember, Sam is my good eater and isn’t picky; however, he can’t forget the night about five years ago when I “tricked” him with General Tso’s “chicken.” He was so upset and disappointed that it wasn’t chicken he didn’t eat dinner that night, not even the perfectly steamed jasmine rice. I still laugh when I think of him marching upstairs to his room.

Nevertheless, I continued making and writing my recipe, and I told him I already had something else for him and to fucking relax already.

I am a carnivore through and through. Marty and I followed a strict vegetarian diet for two years in our twenties. I was creative, and all the food was delicious, but after a while, I started craving meat. I didn’t know at the time, but he was too. Then, I confessed how much I missed eating different meats to him. “Halle-freaking-lujah!!” he cried.

We went to the Sirloin Saloon that night, and both ordered steak. As the server placed the steak in front of me, I drooled! I shit you not!

My hands started shaking when I picked up my steak knife and fork. I had to steady my hand as I brought the piece of steak to my mouth. It was one of the biggest realizations of my life; I was a meat eater.

To say we were both running in and out of the bathroom a lot while we reintroduced different meats and seafood back into our diets would be an understatement of serious magnitude. I know that is TMI (too much information), but since I am writing in my honest and authentic self, it’s purely factual.

Ok, enough reminiscing, time to talk about the delicious Indian Butter Cauliflower dish. It was as good, if not better, than my original recipe with chicken. I added a few more spices and replaced dairy with coconut oil and milk. So it’s vegan, not just vegetarian. I have a few vegan and vegetarian friends that will be very happy with this recipe. Arthur, I am talking about you and Kami. 😉

I started by cutting a whole cauliflower head into bite-size florets. I made a marinade for the cauliflower with canola oil, yogurt, Indian spices, and kosher salt. I used nonfat vanilla yogurt because it’s what I had on hand to mix in Klausie’s food, but any version of plain or, I guess, vanilla yogurt works.

I coated all the pieces well with the marinade and let them sit in the refrigerator for an hour, covered with plastic wrap. That gave me time to get out the other ingredients and throw basmati rice in my trusty rice cooker, it was belly dance night, so the rice cooked while I was shimmying away.

I started the recipe by browning the marinaded cauliflower in a saucepan with coconut oil. I let it cook until I got an excellent fond on the bottom of the pan. This is a crucial step in adding flavor to the dish.

I added diced onions and let them cook for a bit, then added minced garlic and ginger. Once the onions were golden brown, I added Indian spices and kosher salt, then let them cook for less than a minute.

I added tomato sauce and water and then scraped the fond from the bottom of the saucepan. Next, I added a little tomato paste and coconut milk on low heat and stirred it into the sauce. I threw in the browned cauliflower and covered the saucepan letting the sauce simmer for 20 minutes.

I checked for seasoning and if the cauliflower was tender. I added chopped fresh cilantro, also known as coriander. I know many people don’t like cilantro because it tastes like soap to them, but if that’s not the case, I strongly urge you to follow the recipe and use it.

I let the sauce cook for another 5 minutes uncovered on a very low simmer, not letting it boil. I took it off the heat and let it cool. I popped it into the refrigerator for several hours to “chill out.” Dumb pun, I know.

Ready to chill out.

Marty reheated the sauce covered on low heat until hot. I served the Indian Butter Cauliflower over basmati rice, which was fantastic. The chicken wasn’t missed for a single second. It was perfect since it packed a ton of flavor but wasn’t a heavy dish to eat at 8:30 pm.

Surprisingly enough, I wrote down what I used to share the recipe if I was happy with the result. You don’t have to be vegan or vegetarian to enjoy this dish.

Would I make it with frozen cauliflower? Never. The texture would be mushy, and the marinade and browning would be a wet mess producing zero fond, an essential part of the recipe on the bottom of the saucepan.

Without further adieu, here is my new recipe. I hope you try it and love it as much as we did. If you are like Sam, you can replace the cauliflower with bite-size chicken pieces. 😂

Indian Butter Cauliflower

Ingredients

Cauliflower marinade:

1 large head of cauliflower cut into bite-size florets
1 Tbsp vegetable or canola oil
2 Tbsp yogurt
1 tsp smoked paprika
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp garam masala
1 tsp curry powder
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1 Tbsp coconut oil

Curry sauce:

1 onion diced
3-4 cloves of garlic minced depending on their size
1 Tbsp fresh ginger minced
1 Tbsp coconut oil
1 Tbsp garam masala
1 tsp chili powder
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp curry powder
1/2 tsp turmeric
1/2 tsp cayenne pepper, more or less depending on your spice level
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1 15 oz can tomato sauce
1/2 15 oz can of water
1 Tbsp tomato paste
1 15 oz can coconut milk
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
1/4 – 1/2 cup of fresh chopped cilantro
Steamed basmati or jasmine rice

Directions

Cut the cauliflower into bite-size pieces. Mix the spices and yogurt. Coat the cauliflower florets thoroughly. Place in the refrigerator to marinade for at least an hour.

While the cauliflower is marinating, chop the onions, and mince the garlic and ginger. Mix the spices and kosher salt and place in a small bowl.

In a saucepan with a lid, on medium heat, melt the 1 Tbsp coconut oil and brown the marinated cauliflower florets. When you have a nice fond on the bottom of the pan, remove the cauliflower and set it aside. The cauliflower will become tender by cooking in the sauce.

To the saucepan, melt 1 Tbsp coconut oil on medium-low heat and add the onions. Cook for 5 minutes. Stir in the minced garlic and ginger. Cook until the onions become golden brown, taking care not to burn the garlic and ginger in the process.

Add the spice mixture and kosher salt to the pan and sauté for 45 seconds, not letting the spices burn. Add the tomato sauce and water. Using a wooden spoon or spatula, scrape up the brown bits or fond from the bottom of the pan. Stir to combine.

Stir in 1 Tbsp tomato paste and coconut milk. Combine. Add the browned cauliflower florets to the sauce. Stir well to coat the cauliflower in the sauce. Reduce the heat to low and bring it to a simmer. Cover, and let cook for 20 minutes. Check for cauliflower doneness and seasoning. Add kosher salt and pepper to taste.

Add chopped cilantro and cook uncovered for another 5 minutes until sauce thickens slightly. Serve over rice.

When cooking ahead, let cool and place in refrigerator until ready to use up to 2-3 days. Reheat. Serve over rice.

Serves 4.



That time of year…

Step one will be getting organized. The other side of the office is even more of a wreck. Ugh!

This time of the year reminded when I was a student in school, a procrastinator. Except for cheerleading and socializing, I was voted the most talkative in my senior class; I hated school. I tolerated English, Home Economics, and American History, but the rest of it was torture.

I didn’t like writing papers, studying, doing homework, doing projects, and, most of all, test-taking. I was terrible and still am a horrible test taker. I waited until the last minute for everything, most mornings scribbling my homework out before school.

Yeah, I was terrible about it and maintained a C average. At every parent-teacher meeting, my teachers said I was too talkative. I was a real motor mouth, they said. If the shoe fits, wear it.

I am talking about procrastination because we received an email from our accountant yesterday asking us when we plan to start entering all of our information on QuickBooks for our 2021 taxes.

We always file an extension for submission by October 15; the accounting work on our part should have been done by now. Yikes!

We have all our accounts payable and receivable documentation, plus almost all the copies of everything we need; now, we have to enter it all. 

Marty and I both hate this part of the business with passion. Thank goodness we have such a great accountant that works hard for us and pushes us over the finish line. 

Once we get started, it all goes quickly; it’s the starting part we struggle with. Tomorrow we have to start with no excuses. Ugh!

This afternoon I’ll get out all the files and organize everything. Marty printed out the bank statements today but still has a few other things to print. Technically, we’ve started, right?

It feels like we run out of time to get everything done daily and weekly as it is, so this throws my head into a total tizzy, which is not a good thing. 

Speaking of not a good thing, I go back to the doctor on Friday afternoon to follow up on the new anxiety medication I started at the beginning of August. After a month, I can say it’s a no bueno for me. 

I have and still am experiencing at least four adverse side effects affecting my life more than the anxiety attacks; plus, I’ve still had at least five panic attacks in the last week. I didn’t have any in the first three weeks. Sigh.

My somewhat cheerful, go-get-’em attitude feels stalled and schlumpy today. I know as next week goes on, each day will get us closer to where we need to be with our taxes, taking some overwhelming pressure off of us little by little.

I hope I have some time to write and cook over the next week. Fingers crossed, the appointment with my doctor has some new game plan since this one failed. 

I’ll catch up with you guys whenever I can or if something noteworthy comes up. I’ll still be here, just crawling out from under a big pile of procrastination and paperwork. 

Ugh!

The 1st of September…

Ja! Wunderbar! Lederhosens and Dirndls.

Just as I turned the page on the calendar this morning, I took out my first flannel shirt to throw over my delivery t-shirt this afternoon. 

On Tuesday, I had to redo our chalkboard signs for the Troy Farmers Market because they had been rained on, and one had bird poop down the front. It was time to get rid of my “cool” summer kids and get ready for fall.

The four chalkboards took me about 3 hours to redo. It took so long because I am a perfectionist asshole and kept redoing things and had to correct the two words I always spell wrong; caramelized and parmesan. I never type them wrong, but I do when I print them on a sign. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Marty and Sam are always happy, almost giddy about pointing out my misspelled words. I tell them I hate them both, and they laugh. How can I do it every single time? Ugh! I know how to spell them!

I always save the best for last, the chalkboard with “artwork.” I love drawing, so working on the seasonal chalkboard is fun. I already know what my winter one will look like!

I drew the same kind of kids that I used on my summer design but dressed them in traditional German Oktoberfest clothing. I am pleased with how they came out. No, I love how they came out! God help the kid that tries to erase it or even touch it. Lol.

The chalkboards held up well all summer since I used chalkboard markers. They were tricky to figure out at first, but they were excellent once I used them. 

Is it Oktoberfest already? Believe me; I am married to a very punctual and stubborn German; that being said, leave it to the Germans to celebrate Oktoberfest in September and not October, as you would think.

I haven’t had much extra writing time this week since we foolishly took off Monday and then became inundated with orders. We are caught up for the most part but still have to make more for Saturday’s farmers market. 

Last night, instead of teaching dance classes, we had our belly dance annual dinner, which was held at Emily’s house. I was the queen of selfies and took photos everywhere but forgot to take one last night. I was exhausted and enjoyed relaxing while we chatted.

It’s nice to get together socially and enjoy some fantastic food. We make a potluck dinner; the food is always delicious because almost everyone in our group likes to cook or bake. Maria doesn’t like to cook but likes to cut things up, so she brings a beautiful, seasonal fruit salad. 

We never get to talk or socialize much during class since I am a drill sergeant and try to keep things moving along to get in the most technique drilling and dance time for everyone. 

After today’s production, we are on the road again doing our NY delivery runs to Saratoga and Albany. The carrot at the end of the stick today was getting some delicious empanadas I wrote about a few weeks ago for tomorrow night’s dinner. I told you, it’s always about food with me! 😂

It’s already 8 pm, and I just finished cleaning the dinner dishes. Even though I am super tired, it’s too early to go to bed because I would most likely lay awake for hours. After a ton of spätzle making and schlepping cases of spätzle into many store’s receiving areas, Marty and I are totally done; so done you could put a fork in us.

Good night guys. 🥱

Lobster feast…

Photo credit Noah Irion.

Yesterday, we celebrated my youngest son Sam’s 22nd birthday with a seafood boil, and it was a decadent feast! The cake? Forgetaboutit it was off the chain!

We tried a new family-owned and operated fish market in Halfmoon, NY called Harvest Moon Fish Market. They are open every day but Mondays and bring fresh fish from Boston daily. 

If you walked into this fish market blindfolded, you would never guess in a million years you were in a seafood shop plus, they have everything you need including sides and produce, for one-stop shopping.

My court-bouillon was made with water, old bay, kosher salt, onions, garlic, lemons, and tarragon.

We steamed our 4 2 1/2 lb lobsters, fresh corn, and baby potatoes in a flavorful court-bouillon. The four dozen little neck clams were steamed in white wine, garlic, and butter sauce. I made a batch of cheddar bay biscuits as requested by the birthday boy.

The clams were steamed in garlic, white wine, green onions, garlic, crushed red pepper flakes, kosher salt, pepper, and butter.

We finally had our lobster fix that our mouths had been watering for all summer. It was worth the wait, time, and effort than going out to eat. 

Photo credit Noah Irion.

The chocolate peanut butter torte with ganache icing and peanuts was the best cake I have ever made and possibly had. Holy shit, it was so fudgy, thick, rich, and the perfect balance of sweet and salty. The peanuts completed the bite with a nice crunch and texture.

Photo credit Noah Irion.

The guy who wrote the recipe may have left an instruction or two out of his recipe, but the dude’s recipe is easy and fucking delicious!!! Make it! Here is the link again. 

We had quite a bit of leftovers that were planned that way. I made Sam lazy man’s lobster for his actual birthday dinner tonight, which he will eat around 2 am in the ER during his overnight shift.

Lazy man’s lobster which is chopped lobster meat and butter topped with crackers. Yum!

I also made a clam and corn chowder with the remaining leftovers. I’m good at making chowders and soups, so it was a snap to throw together. 

Clam and corn chowder. Yum!

The clam and corn chowder is flavorful, sweet, and creamy, which will be Marty and my dinner tonight. I can’t wait! Lol! It’s really all about food with us! I am always thinking about food, what I am making, or looking for ideas to make. I think about food way ahead and plan my holiday menus the end of September. 😛

We took today off to catch up on projects and rest since it will be another busy week, and the holiday weekend is coming up. I just hope the day off doesn’t come back and bite us on the ass and set us back at the end of the week. 

Update ***It did bite us back; we were swamped with wholesale orders today and have a lot of spätzle to make. We are grateful for the orders and the beautiful day; we will get them all done!

Happy Monday to teachers and students who headed back for their first day of school; I am sure this morning was the most Monday-est of all Mondays for you. Good luck! As always, the next few days will be hotter than hell, just like they are at the beginning of every school year.

Marty and I, who were former school lunch directors, used to dread this time of year all summer. We are so relieved and happy we no longer have all that stress. Neither of us misses that part of the job whatsoever! I do miss the cooking and the kids, though.

Have a great night, guys! I’ll catch up with you again soon!

Stuff they don’t tell you…

Sam’s birthday cake.

Whenever I read a new recipe before I try it, I read it twice; the first time, the way I would make it, and the second time, how a less experienced cook would. So many food bloggers create recipes and don’t think past their own abilities.

What I learned about cooking and baking with students who worked in my kitchen at school and our spätzle customers who don’t like to or know how to cook is you can’t assume anything.

Tomorrow is our youngest son Sam’s 22nd birthday which we are celebrating today since he is working in the ER tomorrow night. I asked him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday and he couldn’t decide and left it up to me. He did request a low-country seafood boil like we did last year for dinner.

I looked through dozens of birthday cake ideas that aren’t dry af gluten-free cake recipes. Sam loves chocolate and peanut butter, so I decided on a flourless chocolate & peanut butter torte with chocolate ganache. Yum! The recipe was listed as “Super Simple and Easy Flourless Chocolate Cake.”

The cake recipe was easy and required no mixers or fussy kitchen equipment. I followed the recipe exactly and was pleased with how well it came out.

It came out of the springform pan without any problems, and removing the parchment paper from the now top of the cake went smoothly, keeping the cake intact perfectly. Sometimes the paper sticks and ruins the edges of the cake.

Making the chocolate ganache.

After letting the cake cool completely and the ganache was made, the recipe says to frost the cake with the ganache on a wire rack. Here is what the recipe writer fails to mention, what side of the cake is the top and the bottom? How do you get the frosted cake from the wire rack onto a serving plate or stand without ruining it?

Before removing the parchment from the “bottom ” of the cake.

I know the answers to both of those questions, but thinking like a beginner cook/baker, I would be confused and honestly unsure what to do. It would help if you didn’t have to look at other recipes or a Youtube video to answer questions about the one you are using. Right?

I did go to other flourless chocolate cake recipes and found half of them told you exactly how to frost the cake with the ganache frosting and the other half assumed you knew how to.

Remember what I said never to ASSUME anything; it always makes an “ASS out of U and ME.” See what I did there? 🤓

Ignoring the recipe’s instructions about frosting on a wire rack, I inverted the cake onto a cake stand and then frosted the cake with the ganache frosting. I wasn’t thrilled with the piping of the warm peanut butter because when I was piping it onto the cake in lines, it globbed out and made me curse up a storm.

I remedied the problem when I dragged a skewer through the frosting but hated how the edges of the cake looked unfinished. I piped peanut butter around the edges and carefully sprinkled it with chopped peanuts. I was satisfied with how it looked and stuck it in the fridge until cake time.

The other recipe I used today for clarified butter failed to mention a method that makes clarifying butter so much easier. I was watching a cooking Youtube video, and they happened to be clarifying butter for chicken. In the video, the Korean food stall cook used a ladle and a sieve to remove the butterfat foam from the top of the butter.

Every time I attempted to clarify butter, I ended up frustrated because when I scooped off the butterfat scum from the top of the butter, I lost half of my clarified butter with the scum. I stopped trying and just served melted butter whenever I made shellfish.

In my discard cup, I had only butter fat and not any of my liquid gold.

I looked at recipes for clarified butter, and none of them tell you about the sieve trick making it so much easier. Is this another case of professional chefs keeping secrets from home cooks, so food looks better when you go out to eat? I think so.

Liquid gold!

My clarified butter was so easy to make! I always thought it was much more complicated since restaurants have one prep cook in charge of clarifying butter and nothing else. If they are lucky, they are also trusted with other small tasks like picking herbs off stems or just zesting lemons.

Most new chefs spend months doing just one task. It’s all part of life in a professional kitchen and paying your dues, especially if you become a chef by attending and receiving a degree saying so from a culinary school and not moving up the honest or hard way, as they would call it.

Yes, an executive chef would scream at me since there were still a few tiny bits of fat debris in my clarified butter, but for our seafood boil this evening, I think it will be fine, and we all will live.

I’m glad I tried clarifying butter using the Korean cook’s hack again. Now, I am sharing it with you. Clarified butter, also called ghee, is used in Indian cooking. Now I can finally prepare my Indian dishes the proper way! Thanks, Korean food stall guy!

Here is the link to the Super Simple and Easy Flourless Chocolate Cake I made today in case anyone wants to try making it.

Look for Sam’s birthday dinner post soon! Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, guys!

Proud as a peacock…

Photo credit Jon Katz

Last night, Callie, Emily, Trish, Maria, and I performed at the Bennington Museum, celebrating the 25th Anniversary of the North Bennington Art Park. 

This was Maria and Trish’s first real performance. They both danced at a few farmers’ market gigs where people only walk by or watch for a minute or two and return to buying their produce and baked goods. 

Dancing at a farmers market isn’t a “feel good” gig because people don’t expect to see belly dancers, and many are prudes who look away as they walk by. It’s not like we are strippers, for fucks sake! 

Maria’s husband and my writing mentor, Jon Katz, attended the performance and was gracious enough to take photos and videos of us. 

Jon, who is an award-winning writer, author, and photographer, did a fabulous job describing the event in his blog Bedlam Farm Journal. Click on the link to read what Jon had to say and see video clips and photos. I just saw Jon wrote a second blog post about the gig; here is the link to that one.

My student Maria, an artist and blogger, wrote about her first performance experience on her blog Full Moon Fiber Art. You can click on her link to read about it and see some photos. 

This was our first performance in over 3 years, and it felt great. I can’t remember when we have ever had such a fun and smooth performance. The setup was easy, the dancing was seamless even though it was improv, and the audience was fantastic and appreciated what we were doing! Yay!

Photo credit Jon Katz. Callie

When we rehearsed for this gig, we danced to the music and discussed how we would start and end the two sets, but we left everything else up in the air, the beauty of dancing improv. 

Photo credit Jon Katz. Emily

We all danced “in” that moment in time and were present. We were the vessels of the music, but most importantly, we had so much fun together! 

Photo credit Jon Katz. Trish

We all knew we needed to remember to smile while we were performing, but after watching the video clips, the smiles were real and not phony ones pasted on our faces. 

Photo credit Jon Katz. Maria

My students have improved so much in the last 2 years; their technique is getting better every week. They are dancing tighter together and learning to DANCE; not just link moves together; there is a huge difference. 

Photo credit John Katz. Yours truly

I was so relaxed at the gig, something that never happens. It felt like it was everyone’s gig, and each dancer took responsibility for it, not me being the mother hen like I needed to be in the past. We were in sync, not just while dancing but as a whole.

Photo credit Jon Katz.

I am incredibly proud of everyone; the buttons are popping on my jacket, which is an old-fashioned saying. I smile when I think of the fun we had and how it really felt like we emerged, coming out from under the big black covid cloud and stepping into the bright sunshine. ☀️

I am truly blessed with my abilities to teach and dance with such a wonderful group of women, my dance sisters. We all have the performing bug now; we need to find more gigs to dance at; that was the only sad part of the night when I realized we don’t have another one lined up. Hint, hint…

Happy Friday, everyone! Cheers!

So excited…

My hair practice helps me remember what in the hell I did when I do it again for real. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I have to bobby-pin the flowers better today since the purple one in the back fell off right after I took this pic.

We just got done with production around 11:30 am; we kicked ass. I wanted to get it done early in the day, so I could relax, eat and start getting ready for our gig tonight at the Bennington Museum.

Our dance troupe hasn’t danced publically in three years. When the museum asked if we wanted to perform at the 25th-anniversary celebration for the North Bennington Art Park, an event we have danced at many times before, we said yes immediately.

I will be dancing with four other dancers in two 15-minute sets which is a generous amount of performance time. We’ve done shows where we drove two hours to get there for a five-minute time slot. That’s showbiz for you; you take what you can get.

Two of our dancers are experienced performers, and two are new to performing. We are performing as a multi-level troupe and our number one goal tonight is to enjoy ourselves while dancing together and having fun. Period.

Performing shows true dedication since it takes a long time to get ready for a gig. I am out of practice, so I expect it will take me between 2-3 hours to do my hair, make-up, costuming, and jewelry. I have to load the sound equipment in the car, make sure my phone is charged, and have lots of water with me.

When everything is done, I take my traditional selfie before the gig; then, I am off to see where we are dancing, set up our sound system, and do a sound check—all things I’ve done a million times.

I’m not nervous about performing; it’s in my blood which I have found out since my biological father was a performer as well; not a belly dancer, though. Lol.

All week I’ve taken small snippets of time and got out everything I am wearing, and I practiced doing my hair and make-up. I liked how my hair came out, but I hated the make-up since I tried something new.

This was not a good look for me; the super dark eye shadow and liner made my eyes look like slits, and did not open them up the way I wanted. So it’s back to what has worked for me for the last 19 years of performing. Why mess with what works?

For lunch, I will have my traditional good luck meal that I ate for 15 years before any gig; a bowl of pasta with marinara sauce, grated parmesan, and a dollop of ricotta cheese. This meal holds me over until I get home and gives me energy; plus, it’s one of my favorite meals.

Wish us luck; I can’t wait to report how well the gig went, and hopefully, I will have some photos that other people take and possibly a video if we can find someone to do it.

More omelet practice…

My French omelet with a good sprinkle of black pepper. It could look prettier, but I was happy how it came out.

I’ve been working on making a perfect French omelet for years. It’s challenging and frustrating when it doesn’t come out correctly. I don’t get as angry as I did when I was younger and threw away eggs in a fit of rage. I am calmer now, and eggs are expensive af.

There are two kinds of people in the world, one who wants the food they have thought about for days, eat or make look and taste delicious. The other doesn’t give a shit what the food looks like as long as it tastes good to them. Right?

A French omelet is not only a complicated dish to master but is used by chefs in kitchens when interviewing a chef as a job candidate. Why an omelet? It shows how organized and how neat the chef works. It offers their knowledge, expertise, and efficiency. It’s a good indicator if they are a bullshit artist or not. 

If you are wondering if there is a difference between a French omelet and an American one, the answer is yes. We’ve all seen those infamous three egg omelets at diners across America overstuffed with the filling coming out the sides. The outside is the omelet is browned and dry looking. 

Now, if you like these types of omelets, I say good for you, and you should enjoy them as often as you would like. I had never liked omelets until I first had a French omelet, which was life-changing.

It was exactly like the soft and creamy French scrambled eggs I have mastered and love so much. The first time people eat my scrambled eggs, they love them too. Most people think they have cheese in them because they are so creamy. My culinary students at school loved when I made and taught them how to make these eggs.

Before I attempted making French omelets, Marty and I watched many Youtube videos on how to make them. I watched the French Chef episode when Julia Child makes her omelets effortlessly. Even though her recipe for French omelets in Mastering the Art of French Cooking is eight pages long, she can bang out an omelet in 14-20 seconds. “It’s all in the wrist,” she says. Bullshit!

French omelets are made quickly, not 14-20 seconds quickly, but faster than an American omelet. The well-beaten eggs are poured into a hot pan with butter and stirred vigorously with a fork until they begin to set. Next, you shake the pan using your wrist to keep the omelet moving.

As soon as it is almost set, you remove the pan from the heat and tip the pan while rolling the omelet onto itself; then, the plate is held close to the pan as the omelet slides onto the plate. Easy peasy. Not so much.

So my instructions are a mere two short paragraphs, but that’s how it is done in a nutshell, and believe me, it’s more complicated than it sounds. Marty, that son of a bitch nailed his omelet the first time he tried making one.

We are so competitive that he paraded around the kitchen with his perfect omelet while I was swearing up a storm and had to eat my less-than-perfect, far-from-perfect omelet. That bastard! Lol.

Since I have to eat in the morning now taking this new medication, I decided to make myself a French omelet with a bagel for breakfast the other morning. And…it came out how it is supposed to be! Yay! It was just a plain omelet without any filling but tasted so luxuriously delicious.

You can see the egg rolled up properly. Yay!

It was soft, velvety, and unctuous in my mouth. Marty pretended not to notice my omelet as he ate his bagel at the other end of the kitchen island. He saw it but had no comments to make.

Marty’s big thing to say these days is to ask me while I am blabbing about something random, “and this concerns me, how?” He knows it makes me crazy, so I blurt it out before he can, and we both laugh.

Not everyone gives two shits about an omelet, but foodie people, aspiring cooks, and chefs are obsessed with making them properly. The next time I am going to add a small amount of freshly snipped chives to my omelet and then perhaps move on to a small sprinkling of Swiss cheese. It’s not about the fillings like in an American omelet; it’s about the simple perfection in which it’s made and the soft creamy texture.

If you have never had a French omelet, I urge you to seek a restaurant or a place that makes them. You may never go back to an American omelet again. Better yet, you could always try making one yourself. Here is a link to making a French omelet.

Sleeping…

We had an awesome fire last night. No filter was used for this photo.

Two weeks ago, I went to my new doctor to talk about the numerous anxiety attacks I had almost every day. They got so bad that they were waking me up in the middle of the night.

We decided to try an anti-anxiety medicine and decrease a different one I was currently on. The thing about me is if there are side effects to any medication, I almost always experience them. It took seven different blood pressure medications until we found one I could tolerate back in 2013.

I got a headache within an hour when I started taking the new medicine. Medicine headaches aren’t relieved for me with Tylenol. The doctor warned me about the side effects and asked me to tough it out because she thought this drug would be a good fit for me. So I toughed it out.

I read that 65% of adults stop taking anxiety medication because they cannot tolerate the side effects. Most people don’t even give it a week, even though it takes at least a week or two until your body adjusts to the new medication.

I had terrible headaches and fatigue for a week; then, I figured out that if I ate a substantial meal and drank a can of coke, which I rarely do, it worked.

Then a marvelous thing happened; I slept for 9 hours twice last week. I slept for 8 hours last night. These days, the alarm didn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn, and I woke up naturally.

I feel like a completely different person being well rested, something I have never been before. When I get out of bed, I am not thinking about when I will be able to rest later.

I go back to the doctor for a follow-up appointment in two weeks. I need to ask about one drawback and if I need to be concerned if the medication will affect my ulcerative colitis since things have been dicey in the mornings. That’s putting it nicely.

I still need to eat and drink a little coke in the morning; too much coffee bothers my stomach, which is why I use cola for caffeine. The other issue mentioned above after taking my medication may also fix itself since it is another well know side effect. I have to wait and see.

The good news is that I have only had one anxiety attack in the first week since I started the new medication. If I continue to sleep well, that will be even more good news for me! Yay!

Influencers…

Image from memegenerator.com.

What is an influencer?

Noun A person or thing that influences another.

A person with the ability to influence potential buyers of a product or service by promoting or recommending the items on social media. Influencers can add serious credibility to a brand.

Whenever I open Amazon, I am shown the top trending picks by their influencers. The products I usually see are home and cooking items, and now and again, some fashion items. I found that Amazon had an influencer job application on its website yesterday. Who knew?

Who are these social media influencers? How do you become one? How do you get paid? Is this a career? All very good questions with some simple answers.

Influencers are people who have built a reputation on social media using their knowledge and expertise on a specific topic. Influencers make daily posts on social media about that topic and generate large followings of people who pay attention to what they have to say.

Brands love influencers because they create trends and encourage their followers to buy their products.

There are different types of influencers, and they are ranked by the number of followers they have.

~ Mega-influencers have more than 1 million followers. Celebrities such as Gordon Ramsey, Justin Bieber, Dwayne Johnson, and Christiano Ronaldo are Mega-influencers.

~ Macro-influencers are people with between 40,000 and 1 million followers. They are usually experts in their field or B-grade celebrities who haven’t made it big yet.

~Micro-influencers are regular everyday people who have become known for their knowledge about a special topic. They have between 1,000 and 40,000 followers.

~ Nano-influencers are new to the game. These people have a small number of followers in a highly specialized field. Think of being a big fish in a small pond. This type of influencer is not useful to most brands.

The bigger the influencer with the most followers attracts bigger brands and makes bigger commissions. Celebrities can make up to 1 million dollars for a single social media post! Shit!

So why in the hell am I talking about influencers anyway? The other day Marty and I were on the road after production making deliveries and needed to stop for lunch. I always check my phone for gluten-free choices, and this time something new popped up, a place called Viva Empanadas.

Before ordering any food, we spoke with a woman who was the business owner. The empanada place was in a food gallery set up like a food court with different vendors and community seating inside and outside.

Let me tell you; this young woman had me at hello. We started to ask about gluten-free and if those empanadas were fried with the wheat ones when she got a huge smile on her face and began telling us all about her business.

The food was not only safe to eat, but killer! It was delicious and made with so much love you could taste it. Marty said it was his best bite of food out so far this year. We spoke with the owner Veronica at length and told her about a Facebook group called Gluten-free Albany.

It’s a group page for people to share places, products, and food establishments that are either gluten-free safe or warn everyone to watch out for cross-contamination or a poorly trained staff.

Veronica is new to the area; she recently moved to the Albany area from Brooklyn, NY, because she couldn’t afford brick and mortar rent in NYC and outgrew her food truck. I promised her I would tell the group about her new business that opened only two months ago.

Later that night, this is what I wrote on the Gluten-free Albany page:

We had a great experience today at a new place called Viva Empanadas Latin Kitchen at Gallery 7 in Latham today. The owner Veronica is very passionate about her food and having something that everyone can eat, from gluten-free, vegetarian, vegan down to traditional varieties. 

Veronica and her staff are knowledgeable and are extremely careful about cross-contamination. They have a separate dedicated fryer for all gluten-free empanadas. We tried four different kinds of empanadas, and each one was more delicious than the next. Marty said it was his best bite eaten out this year which is a big compliment. 

The gluten-free empanadas are different colors to distinguish which type they are.

I told Veronica we would tell you guys about her and her new business she opened only two months ago. The prices are good, which is something that is important to her. She is super friendly, proud, and passionate about her food and is a fantastically talented cook. Tell her the spätzle people sent you. Lol.

By the next morning, over 800 group members had read the post. By that afternoon, 1,100 saw it. While Marty and I were in production, he reminded me I forgot to tell everyone the important part of her business. The thing we loved most about it. So I wrote another post:

I was so excited to tell everyone about Viva empanadas that I forgot to mention the most impressive part of her business…the time, effort, and love that goes into each of her gluten-free empanada doughs. She told us her story of how she peels the cassava or yucca root and boils it until soft, then mashes it and works it into the dough. She does the same thing with the green plantains and corn. 

All of her doughs are naturally gluten-free the way they were meant to be made in Latin America. The meats are slowly braised and tender, flavorful and unctuous. All of this work is an incredible part of her whole business...

Since yesterday another 950 people saw my second post. There are only 2,000 members of the group, which meant more than half read my recommendation. I read comments on my two posts from members who either went there the next day and had a great experience or planned to go. Everyone was so excited and thanked me for telling them about this new find. This group really watches out for each other!

I got a personal message from Veronica thanking me and wanted to share with me how many new customers are coming in and saying they saw my post. Marty told me I was an influencer. How do you like that? A gluten-free food influencer. Huh.

I didn’t plan or even think I was influencing people or the brand Viva Empanadas. I wanted to help another new small business owner be successful. I also wanted the members of our group who are always looking for another safe place to eat and can trust to know about it. I achieved both!

I believe we need to support, lift up, and cheer on other amazing, hard-working small business owners. We have had many influencers post about our spätzle over the last five years; one post got as many as 10,000 likes. Social media is like a mighty freight train that can either make or break you.

If you are in Albany, gluten-free or not, I urge you to try Viva Empanadas located in the Gallery 7 Market in Latham, NY. You will not be disappointed or sick! Tell her the spätzle people sent you. 😂