November 27, 2017
Okay. You’ve climbed on the salt bandwagon. You have an entire library of salts, in various shapes and sizes, from all over the world.
And if you’re like me, you’re confused.
Do you really need to spend a fortune on salt? Which should you use, and when?
I’ve got dozens of different kinds of salt, but for everyday cooking I’m down to one:
Bitterman’s Fleur de Sel.
Mark Bitterman is a salt fanatic, and he sells a whole range of salts from all over the world. You can read about him and his company here.
Or you can just cut to the chase and buy a BIG bag of his fleur de sel: 2.8 pounds for about fifteen bucks. Organic, sun-dried, hand harvested. Lovely to taste and fine to touch.
You won’t be sorry. And while you’re at it, buy some for your friends. They will thank you.
November 26, 2017
If you’ve got a passionate cook on your list – and you love them enough to want to spend some serious money- they will thank you for many years for giving them this wonderful hand-forged carbon steel skillet from Blanc Creatives.
I wouldn’t exactly call it a skillet: the sides are very low. This makes it the perfect pan for flipping eggs, making pancakes and searing meats.
The blue black color is truly beautiful, and the pan gets even lovelier as it ages. I find myself caressing the pan each time I dry it. (It is easier to care for than cast iron.)
The skillet comes in three sizes: I have the medium, which I find incredibly useful. More often than not, when I pull open the pan drawer, this is the one I pull out.
November 25, 2017
Tea has never been hotter, and all sorts of people are offering interesting offerings. But I haven’t found any I like so well as the gorgeous creations of a small Portland (Oregon) shop, T Project.
Organic, hand-blended, whimsically named and beautifully packaged, these teas make really wonderful presents.
November 20, 2017
My mother loved her Salton Hotray – she even had one on wheels – which is what made me stop and read this ad. Let me just say…. no comment.
In the same December issue, there was also this rather delicious meal: Roast Goose, Braised Lettuce, Cherry Savarin. Sounds like a perfect alternative Thanksgiving.
November 15, 2017
I almost never walk into a restaurant and think, “I’d like to work here.” But that’s exactly what I thought last night at Canis, a small dream of a restaurant in Toronto.
There are only 30 seats, but the eight people in the kitchen and dining room work with such quiet pleasure, you long to join them. There’s a sense of easy camaraderie, confidence – and pure pride in the food they’re serving.
With good reason. Chef Jeff Kang has his own way with ingredients, layering flavors with originality and assurance. I get the sense he tastes in his mind, knows exactly what he’s going for, wanting each dish to offer up a surprise. I found myself eating slowly, savoring the way the flavors ricocheted around each other. There was not a single time I said, “I wish this had more….”
The restaurant is small, spare, restful. The wines are all organic, and thoughtfully chosen. Every object seems carefully chosen. (Just look at those butter knives!)
The menu is seasonal, and changes regularly. But last night I began with a little amuse bouche, a tartare tartlet laced with cured egg.
The bread was dense, chewy, full of character, and the spreads made me keep coming back for more.
But it was with the first dish that I really began to take notice of how fine the food here is. Swordfish arrived looking like a limp orchid, sliced into delicate pearly petals. Served in a black bowl, it was cradling sliced cucumbers (the texture echoed the swordfish), and crunchy black radish laced with sharp little sparks of salmon roe. Tying it all together was a clear, gentle beef broth, a kind of garum made of meat.
Albacore tuna was fish in a completely different mood. Dense instead of silky, the tender fish was gently smoked, and served with an astonishing array of sweet and salty components. Little leaves of artichoke – the tender white bits close to the heart – fluttered across the top, along with tiny pickled grapes. Underlining it all was a base of alliums, cooked down and charged with spice so there was both sweet and heat. It was a remarkable dish, the flavors changing with each bite.
These are the grapes – immature – and pickled like capers:
One of the especially pleasant aspects of Canis is the the way the staff interacts with the diners. At some point every one of the cooks left the open kitchen to deliver a dish he’d made, as if he wanted the pleasure of watching you experience it. I couldn’t help smiling as I ate this roasted squash – almost meaty – with its ruffle of charred kale. The sauce? Peanut miso. The contrast? Caramelized whey.
Meat – it might be lamb or duck, or in my case the richest chunk of meat, a short rib with the texture of velvet. On the side, roasted Jerusalem artichokes and white chanterelles.
“Do you prefer sweet or savory dishes?” Jeff asked as the meal started coming to a close.
“Not a sweet person,” I said. And so he served me that milk sorbet above with its brilliant crimson crown of fermented grape ice. It’ was a lovely way to finish a meal, especially interspersed with bites of this hibiscus financier.
So often at the end of dinner, late at night, you glance into the kitchen and see the cooks rushing to clean up, buzzed with adrenaline and eager to get out. Not at Canis; there was an almost meditative pace as the evening ended, and I looked up to see Jeff and his sous chefs standing around the counter in the kitchen as if reluctant to leave.
I got the feeling they couldn’t wait to come back tomorrow.
I certainly understood.