Category Archives: brunch

CHILAQUILES BRUNCH

Not much has changed in two years… I still have a faint loathing of the brunch ritual, unless it’s chilaquiles. In which case, yes, yes, yes. Chilaquiles for breakfast, that I can give a thumbs up. This batch was topped with not just guacamole but also my famous tomatillo salsa, made extra spicy with a habenero or two, and served warm. And also: refried black beans with salsa fresca, pan-fried breakfast potatoes with chorizo, pineapple in lime juice, and Sasha’s amazing sauerkraut.

As if it weren’t already a brunch that demanded a post-meal nap, there was dulce de leche-filled churros, too. (Thank you, Sabor Latino.)

Carlo, framed by two bunches of peonies, makes me sad that peonies here are gone so fast. When they were in season, we were picking big bunches from bushes every morning. You couldn’t keep up — the bushes would hang so heavy with the blossoms and be destroyed in an hour of rain or a day or two of sunshine. But while they were here, our apartment was full of magic.

10 MINUTES TO BREAKFAST

Is it redundant to post about a meal that’s already been so lovingly written up? In the case, not if your blog includes one photo of the beautiful chef, a rare photo of the cook in motion. We did a super-quick fuel-up just hours before the Kinfolk Dinner — including a car run to the bakery, where I bought every single baguette they had, among a few other delicious things — and Sasha said, ‘It’s amazing how fast a meal can get made when two people in the kitchen both know what they’re doing.’ So true. Between the two of us, scrambled eggs, poached carrots, roasted asparagus, trimmed radishes, and a big salad with strawberries (totally a trademark Sasha dish) came together it about 15 minutes. Teamwork!

BOULANGERIE NIEMAND

Yesterday I wrote about the Kamouraska restaurant Pizza Mag as part of a Serious Eats story about our recent Quebec road trip. Pizza Mag was heartily recommended to us by David McMillan, the owner of Montreal restaurant Joe Beef, who grew up in Kamouraska. (He also mentions Mag in Food + Wine).

McMillan also tipped us off to the spectacular Boulangerie Niemand, which is adored province-wide for its nutty, complex German breads, golden croissants, and small-batch organic preserves. I know people who regularly make the five-hour drive to Niemand over the summer just to stock up on their pain au chocolat! (Adam, actually, had already heard about the bakery because he’s pals with Kamouraska chef and farmer Kim Côté, who he wrote about, along with the Joe Beef guys, for Gourmet magazine — in its last-ever print issue!)

Even though the bakery was closed for the off-season (like many restaurants in the tiny town of Kamouraska, it doesn’t open until the summer tourist season begins), the wonderful, generous owners opened their home just for us! It was such a special and sweet gesture, and everything about our breakfast with them I will remember forever. We sampled the buttery, caramelized brioche, which was laced with a tangy marmalade and nubs of dried fruit, and the seed-crusted, dense brown breads, which are made from ancient German recipes. We both freaked out over Nathalie’s smooth, rich boudin blanc (which I happily ate again, a week later, at the Foodlab!), as well as a few of her other Fou de Cochon products, like the lean, smooth porc creton and addictive dried salami.

Their beautiful Victorian-era house, which was built right on the Saint Lawrence River (that means they get to gaze at the wide, blue river every day at work!), contains both the commercial bakery as well as the home where they lived (and where we ate).  They make absolutely  everything from scratch — even their flour! — and only use natural grains, grown without any chemical fertilizers, herbicides or pesticides. After we finished brunch, the family gave us a tour of the grounds, including the cellar, where their mill stone grinds small batches of the whole wheat flour that they use for their products, and their backyard wood-fired oven, where they make pizzas in the summer! Yeah, it was kiiiiind of my dream house.

The Niemand crew are some of the most generous, fun-loving, and kind people ever. The entire morning was full of smiles and laughter — it was such a nice way to end our trip. I can honestly say that there is nothing close to Boulangerie Niemand in Montreal. You would think that a big city would have something just as good, but if living in Ithaca for seven years has taught me anything, it’s that often small towns are just as special as the big, busy cities.

DIY DIM SUM

When I visited my parents in Hong Kong over the holidays, I was blown away by the delicate and very beautiful dim sum. They were honestly works of art.

Here in Montreal, dim sum is not as impressive, but it’s still an important part of weekend rituals for a lot of Chinese families. Though I love going out for dim sum too, I wanted to see if I could replicate the event at home instead. (I prefer a good dinner party over going to a fancy restaurant any day!)

I wrote about making dim sum at home for the Montreal Gazette this week. It includes (my own!) recipes for har gow, shumai, and gai lan. It was so much fun to do the research for this story, and I’ve been encouraging absolutely everyone I know to give this a whirl the next time they get a craving for dim sum. It’s easier than it looks, and so fun!

Read the story here.

(Thank you Marie-France Coallier for your stunning photos!)

BREAKFAST WITH EGGS

I have a very strange and inexplicable aversion to cooking eggs, possibly because of my ineptitude when it comes to preparing them (don’t even ask me to poach an egg, please). My aversion is even more curious when you think about how eggs are often thought of as ‘training wheels’ cooking — think about every dude you know who can only cook one dish: The Scramble. I have had this so many times, and it’s always rubbery scrambled eggs mixed with big chunks of vegetables and sausage and stir-fried into oblivion. Classic Non-Cooker Dude Dish.

This attempt at a fried egg in butter with truffled salt was only partially successful (the other yolk was perfectly molten, while mine had the most unpleasant firmness), but I was very pleased with my spicy hash: fingerling potatoes, onions, mushrooms, garlic, ground lamb, sweet paprika, tomato paste, and plenty of hot sauce. (Note: there is a particularly nice compendium of hash recipes here).

My boyfriend is really the go-to person for eggs. He nails it every time. It’s truly awe-inspiring. My favorite are his tender, silky, velvety omelets (usually as a result of a splash of cream and a thick pat of butter), dotted with any number of mouth-watering fillings (this omelet contained bacon, oven-dried tomatoes, spinach and onion), and topped with a parsley salad. He understands that I like my eggs just teetering on the edge of rawness, in order to optimally preserve its lusciousness.

HOME OR OUT

Brunch at home –

Terragon lobster scrambled eggs with creme fraiche / pan-fried rosemary potatoes with smoked paprika / slow-roasted bacon / sourdough toast / freshly squeezed tangerine juice / Taiwanese tea

Or brunch at a restaurant –

Buffet at La Valencia Hotel.

Honestly, despite all the lavish extras (and bottomless champagne and neverending crab legs and chocolate fondue fountain),  I prefer brunch at home. Every single time. Absolutely no question.

MID-MORNING, MID-SIZED FEAST

Brunch. It doesn’t happen often around here, and when we venture into the controversial late-morning meal, I prefer to keep it blissfully simple. One fried egg, one piece of toast. A bowl of granola, slim crescents of pear. A plate of bacon.

Recently I had a two-pronged approach: sweet, flaky pastries from Cheskie’s Bakery, and a couple dozen Fairmount bagels (irrefutably the best in the city), smeared with tangy cream cheese and topped with tissue-thin smoked salmon, slivers of shallots, lemon juice, and capers. With a hot pot of Darjeeling, freshly squeezed orange juice, and strong tea cups of espresso, it was a wonderful, complete Sunday morning. Despite my own documented misgivings, I admit that I love the casual vibe of brunch, the chatty nature of the table, the mixture of sweet and savory.

EATING MY WORDS

Contrary to popular belief, I love being proved wrong. I admit I was overly adamant about my resistance to brunch as being a legitimately trendy/awesome thing. Although I still stand by that opinion, I also concede that sometimes I end up craving that particular meal with a strange ferocity. This was one of those days. I woke up thinking, migas!! My man calls them chilaquiles, although I guess we are both right.

I made tortilla chips from scratch, by frying triangles of blue corn tortillas in an inch of vegetable oil, and then dousing in salt and lime juice in honor of my favorite secret snack. I whipped up some guacamole — using avocado, diced red onion, hot sauce, lime juice, cilantro, and liberal amounts of salt and pepper — and learned that a pastry cutter gives guacamole the most perfect texture ever. I know plenty of San Diego people who insist the authentic way of preparing guacamole is using lemon juice, but I prefer lime’s tanginess.

We fried up some breakfast potatoes, using tiny cubes of potato coated in smoked paprika, cumin, Mexican oregano, and chili powder, slowly frying in butter until crispy and tender. (So good in tacos the next day). And finally, the migas themselves — butter, fried onions, garlic, black beans and corn folded into soft scrambled eggs, bits of tortilla chips mixed in, then finished in the oven. Our migas gets topped with crumbles of soft cotija cheese, cilantro confetti, and thick wedges of lime. All finished off with a bottle of Mexican coke, of course. Hello brunch, let’s be friends!