Roast Pork Stir Fry

Thanks to Tony and Tommy for pointing out that you can buy roast pork from a Chinese market. For years I have admired the glistening tea-smoked ducks, roast chickens, and other meats hanging in the windows in Chinatown, but for some reason I never actually bought anything until last fall. Whenever I get roast pork--my absolute favorite--I use it to make an easy stir fry or pop it in a nooodle soup.

I had a little left today, and for Sunday brunch I concocted a wonderful noodle dish from:

about 1/2 cup chunks of roast pork
1 medium-sized head of young bok choy, roughly chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
1 handful or so rice vermicelli
1 tsp. dark soy sauce
chili paste to taste
1/2 tsp. sichuan peppercorns
1 tbsp. light soy sauce

--In one pot, heat roast pork over a low flame.

--Meanwhile, in another pot, boil enough water for the vermicelli.

--When pork is sizzling and fat has rendered (it shouldn't be very fatty), add chili paste, dark soy sauce, and peppercorns.

--Add vermicelli to water and turn heat off. Noodles should take about 3 minutes to cook.

--Meanwhile, add light soy sauce and bok choy and cover, stirring occasionally, until leaves turn bright green (1 or 2) minutes. Drain noodles and add to pork/choy mixture and toss until thoroughly mixed.

Enjoy!

Magic Herbes de Provence/Mustard Poultice

During KK's visit to Mandy & Sté in Paris, we prepared an amazing Sunday meal, the centerpiece of which was a beautiful lamb roast. Mandy dug through her spice cabinet, and into a bowl went about a tablespoon of Herbes de Provence, just enough Dijon mustard to bind the herbs (we used the wasabi-like Amora), and some sea salt and pepper. Rub this stuff all over meat, roast, and you have one fantastico dish!

KK notes: Watch what's in your Herbes de Provence. Every container I've checked out in the US so far includes lavender, which adds a weird flavor that just doesn't seem right. The brand we used in Paris (Albert Menes) contains rosemary, savory, oregano, thyme, and basil.

Paella au Paris

Deliciousness from an outdoor market...

Paris...finally

Childhood Games

Wandering around the galleries today, the best show of the day was in the window of a gallery on 10th Avenue. As I strolled by three children were standing in a window, waving at all of the passersby. I happily waved back, and they started jumping up and down and cheering. Ahh...that great old childhood game of getting complete strangers to somehow acknowledge you!

I remember fighting for the seats in the back of the school bus on field trip day. Could we get truckers to honk at us? I'm sure we were terribly annoying (I even have faint memories of signs, which were undoubtedly horrible). But I remember the joy that we received from something so simple.

What an amazing feeling.

Bloody Cold in New York

Just a quick post to note that it's a little cold here. There's not much to say when one's brain is frozen, though it is possible to delude one's self by sitting in the sun in the window in a toasty apartment.

Until the sun goes behind the building across the street...

Winter is here with a vengeance.

Long Hiatus

I've been on hiatus completing a large project...and now I'm back!

And to celebrate my return, let us all ponder--what is "Meditarian" food?

The Art of Calligraphy

The Metropolitan Museum of Art's current special exhibition "Brush and Ink: The Chinese Art of Writing" (September 2, 2006–January 21, 2007).

It's interesting to take time out to appreciate the art of writing. Is this something that is lost in today's typeset computer-driven culture? True, there are interesting typographical fonts and some designers use them artistically, but what about the art of handwriting? Is it lost today?

I spent a lot of time as a child thinking about the way my handwriting looks--I wanted to make it unique and beautiful. Though it's a bit messy (due to disuse and being left-handed), I believe there are still little artistic flourishes in it (or is it just entirely sloppy?). Do children still think about this, or is it a dying art?

Is the same issue true in Asia? Undoubtedly. But it seems that it would be different, somehow, because of the pictographic elements of the characters, which lend themselves to artistic enterpretations far more intricate than the Western alphabet.

Though the exhibit at the Met spans centuries (and as the same type of show about Western writing would be inherently similar), it's still important to take time and think about language and how it is represented. It can be extremely basic, or so beautiful that it conveys much more than the words themselves.

Towards the end of the show, there are pieces by the contemporary artist Xu Bing, whose work is extraordinarily interesting in the context of the Met's show. He has developed a way to arrange western letters so the words look like pitctograms, and at first glance, to someone who can't read Chinese, it looks like yet another scroll in a slightly different style. But upon closer examination (and reading the key), an wonderful world opens up--a magical, beautiful new way to read and represent the English language.

Quiet Places I Probably Shouldn't Mention: The Garden at St. Luke's

(Barrow & Hudson Streets) A quiet sanctuary (behind a sanctuary) in the midst of the West Village, and a great spot to read or take a break from the hubub of the city.



Built behind the Church of St. Luke in the Fields, which dates to 1821, the first verifiable planting was in 1842 (a Glastonbury thorn, which blew over in 1990, though cuttings live on in other parts of the garden).

Gallery Hopping 9.9

With the end of summer comes the beginning of the new gallery season, and my first pass (after Thursday’s insanely crowded evening of openings, which was unusable as far as actually seeing art goes), offered some worthwhile things, some shows worth checking out, and one particularly wonderful show.

Jennifer Dalton’s “Would You Rather Be a Loser or a Pig?” (Winkelman/Plus Ultra Gallery, 637 W. 27th St.), is a fascinating installation that deals with the plight of artists in today’s society—particularly women. The pieces turn studies into art: a slideshow that shows the results of an internet study about how artists live and survive; a look at two months of the “Chelsea Art Guide” that highlights the disparity of men vs. women that have solo shows (there are more men than women, at a ratio of almost 2:1); and an installation that highlights the number of women graduating from art schools (more than half) vs. number of success stories (much lower).

The highlight of the afternoon was Vik Muniz’s “Pictures of Junk” at Sikkema Jenkins & Co. (530 W. 22nd St.). Muniz uses of cast-off items that all look like what you’d traditionally find in a junkyard (such as tires, telephones, bits of machinery, an old army jeep, and even a rocket), and arranges them in an area about the size of a basketball field to be photographed. Muniz captures the dichotomy between “waste” and beauty, creating almost unbelievable recreations of famous mythological paintings. In this age of Photoshop, it’s wonderful to see something so creatively real.

Also worth checking out:

Sonamu by BAE Bien-U at Galerie Poller (547 W. 27th St., 2nd Fl.)

Walter Niedermayr at Robert Miller Gallery (524 W. 26th St.)

Andrea Robbins & Max Becher: “Brooklyn Abroad” at Sonnabend (536 W. 22nd St.)

Nathan Lyons: “Trilogy” at Silverstein Photography (535 W. 24th St.)

Alessandra Exposito at Mixed Greens Gallery (531 W. 26nd St.)