Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Make Your Heartbreak Into Tacos

If you live in Houston, which you don't, perhaps you are familiar with Escalante's. It is a "fine Tex-Mex" restaurant. From what I can tell, "fine Tex-Mex" basically means tacos and enchiladas, except with slightly fancier ingredients and presentation. Also, margaritas made with expensive tequila.

If I lived in Houston, which I don't, I would have an entirely unhealthy relationship with Escalante's. As it is, I demand to eat there at least once (I said at least) every time I visit. The worst part is, I have only ever tried one thing on their menu, and it is a salad. But it is the only salad I'll ever need for as long as I live.

Let me tell you about this salad. First, we have a bed of romaine lettuce, tossed in mango chipotle vinaigrette. I can see I've already got your attention. Greens are unimportant, though, they are merely a vehicle for deliciousness delivery. Next, we have avocado. So rich and creamy. Followed by the sweetness of fresh mango. Too sweet, you say? That's where the sliced red pepper comes in, to give it a kick. But where's the meat? Oh, I didn't mention? This thing is covered in shrimp ceviche, baby. It's true. Fresh shrimp, cold-cooked in lime juice until they're little maritime packages of zing, exploding in your mouth with citrus flavor. And finally, the coup de grace - a walnut-encrusted warm goat cheese medallion.

Is my love for this salad making you uncomfortable? Well it doesn't matter, because there is no Escalante's in North Carolina. It's OK, though, because what do we do when we can't have our favorite salad? That's right, scouts, we make it into tacos. Which is why I tried to make shrimp ceviche tacos last week. And now I'm going to tell you about it.

As I mentioned, shrimp ceviche is just shrimp, chilled and marinated in lime juice until the acid from the juice cooks the shrimp. I wasn't sure how many limes it would take to make enough juice to cover shrimp, so I bought several fresh limes, and some prepackaged lime juice (Flavored with extra chemicals!) just in case. I decided to only 'cevich' like 6 shrimp to start with, because I am but one person, and also I didn't want to ruin all of my high-quality frozen Target shrimp at once.


Turns out, though, that even just 6 shrimp require a lot of lime juice in order to cover them completely (which you must), so I decided to go with the fake lime juice. Spoiler alert, this was a mistake.

It's real because it's green!

The ever-overwhelming internet gave me wildly conflicting times regarding the length of time that shrimp must marinate before it is fully cevich-ed. The longest time I saw listed was 24 hours, so I got all responsible and proactive and prepared them the night before I really wanted to eat them. (That is a lie. I wanted to eat them right away.)

Because my shrimp were poorly covered, I had to check on them periodically and flip them over. It was fun, like tending a little garden. A seafood garden. That is ready to harvest within 24 hours. The next night, I excitedly pulled them out of the refrigerator, and removed their tails. (I do not know why I didn't do that sooner. I could have used less juice!)


The outsides looked pink and cooked, but I was suddenly less than confident in my ability to cook shrimp with nothing more than limes and enthusiasm, so I cut a few open. Sadly, they looked a little gray and raw on the inside. (There is no photo of the raw insides, because of lime fingers.) I tasted a piece of one shrimp as an experiment, and briefly considered the benefits of food poisoning, since I was pretty stressed out last week and would also still like to lose those extra pounds.

It was upon tasting them that I realized the fake lime juice was a mistake. Or maybe it was the 24 hours of marination. In any case, fake lime juice is concentrated, so instead of the fresh burst of citrus I expected, I was faced with overwhelming limeade flavor. It tasted like those commercials where the cheese scientists shove a giant wheel of cheese into a single Cheez-it, except in this case someone shoved a whole package of powdered lemon Kool-Aid into a single shrimp.

In any case, I'd come this far, and I wasn't about to walk away now. I decided against attempting to food-poison myself, so I had no choice but to just microwave the damn things for a few seconds. They came out fully cooked, and no less worse for the wear, in spite of being far less classy and French than originally intended. Whatever, limeade-infused hillbilly microwave shrimp, just get in my tacos. And subsequently in my belly.

Garnish!
(Red pepper, onion, and avocado)

Speaking of things that are classy, mangoes! They seem expensive, right? So instead I bought pineapple mango salsa from Whole Foods. It still cost me $95 for a small container, but at least someone did me the favor of cutting it all up, which has got to be worth at least $70.

Mmm... hundred-dollar fruit cubes.

This stuff is tongue magic, by the way, and it has taken quite a bit of self-control not to just eat the whole tub at once with a spoon.


I assembled the shrimp, veggies, and fruit salsa on fresh corn tortillas I made by hand, using corn from my own organic garden. (Heh.) The looked downright delicious, sitting there. You could barely tell by looking at them that the shrimp were radioactive. And yet there still seemed to be something missing...

Ooohhhh yeah.

Once I added some spicy sriracha sauce to my tacos, I was finally able to sit down and enjoy them. They were actually pretty good, and they only tasted a little bit like confusion and desperation.

P.S. I was halfway through eating the tacos before I remembered I had also purchased goat cheese (to replicate the salad, remember? from the top of this post? like, 3 years ago?). I made them again later, but instead of ceviching, I just sauteed the shrimp in butter and squeezed some fresh lime juice over them later. And I remembered to add a dab of goat cheese. It's no Escaviche Salad from Escalante's, but I'd be willing to eat it every day for the next 3 years or so.

P.P.S. Just to make sure we all learned something here... If you're going to make shrimp ceviche: 1) cut the shrimp into pieces first, and 2) use fresh lime juice.

Friday, November 28, 2008

A Recipe for You!

In honor of Day After Thanksgiving Day, here is my favorite Thanksgiving leftovers recipe, just for you, for FREE.

Ingredients:
2 slices bread
handful of leftover turkey
handful of leftover dressing
2 tbsp leftover gravy

Directions:
Lay out 2 slices of bread on the counter
(If you like, you may mayonnaise your bread)
On one piece of bread, layer turkey and dressing
Drizzle with gravy
Salt and pepper to taste
Place second piece of bread on top of the first
Heat the whole shebang in the microwave for 15-30 seconds

And enjoy!

I love this sandwich so much that I had a minor breakdown this morning when I woke up to find that there was NO LEFTOVER GRAVY. I had no idea what to do. I was going to have to re-think my entire sandwich. I was devastated. But then my mom suggested that I heat up another can of gravy, and then I did, and the day was saved. It was a Day After Thanksgiving Day miracle!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Funfetti Mess

Last night, while Lee was at work, I made a funfetti cake, as part of the on-going Lee Birthday Weekend Celebration Extravaganza. I had grand visions of a two-layer cake, lovingly iced and sprinkled. Lucky for me (because it builds character), I ran into a variety of obstacles along the way.

First of all, Lee doesn't really have any "cake pans" to speak of. The best I could come up with was a big rectangular glass pyrex deal, which kind of threw my whole glorious two-layer cake idea out the window from the outset. But OK, we make do with what we have. Because I'm insane, I called my mom to make sure a glass pan would work just as well as a metal one, because all the little cartoon pans drawn on the cake mix box appeared to be made out of metal. She assured me that this was ok.

Also, Lee doesn't have an electric mixer, or even a whisk, so I had to make do with a wooden spoon. I stirred and stirred and stirred and stirred. There were many lumps in the cake batter. I called Lee. "If your cake is lumpy, it is because you don't own a whisk and you are useless. Thanks for ruining everything." He suggested that I use a fork. He thinks he's so smart.

The fork took care of most of the lumps, so I was riding pretty high on my success-in-the-face-of-adversity when I joyfully poured the batter in the pan. Hm. Something seemed wrong. I think... I forgot to oil the pan. Alright, don't panic. (I told myself.) Thinking fast, I took the spoon and shoved all the batter to one side of the pan. Of course, Lee didn't have any cooking spray or anything, so I took out some vegetable oil and kind of... drizzled it into the pan. OK, no problem. Shove all the batter to the other side, and it appears to be... sitting in a puddle of vegetable oil. That's not quite what I intended, but alright, soldier on. I did the other side, spread all the batter out, tried to ignore the 1/2 inch fringe of vegetable oil floating around the edges, and apprehensively placed the pan in the oven.

I licked the spoon (and possibly the bowl) to calm my fears while it cooked.

When the timer went off, I went to check on it and - By God! - that cake looked beautiful. It was golden brown, and it sure as damn wasn't sticking to anything, I'll tell you that much. I let it cool for a bit while I contemplated my next move. Things were going so well, I thought maybe I could have a layer cake after all. I mean, what is a rectangle, if not 2 squares? I could cut the rectangular cake in half, stack the two squares, ice it, and no one would know the difference. (Foreshadowing!)

So, I did that and... well... one of the things that makes cakes so easy to frost is the fact that they have that golden brown skin on the outside of them. Once you cut the cake in half, like I did, you sort of lose that advantage. The frosting wasn't sticking in a lot of places, and there were cake chunks all mixed in with the icing and it was just... not a pretty sight exactly. But, what the hell. I threw some sprinkles on it and called it a day. It's not like somebody makes a cake for Lee every day, maybe he wouldn't notice.


The end result. (Half-eaten, which indicates that it tastes much better than it looks.)

Also, here's a bonus photo of the sweet jack o' lantern that I carved last week.