I'm Jess, a grad student and food photographer obsessed with chocolate. I love things made of sugar, lasers strapped to helicopters, and silly hats.
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Monthly Archives: March 2012
The finals I expected. I mean, that’s part of school; the freaking out for two weeks in the relative period of your usual panic. The essays were challenging but fun, and I felt like I learned something in that time.
Breaking a toe, while minor, made my life far more complex. Suddenly not only could I not walk, but I couldn’t kneel, lift heavy things, or balance on one leg. Add to that a planting-intense final project, and I was not a happy camper.
On top of that, my job life has changed a lot, both in and out of school, so I’ve been having to reevaluate what I want Ricochet Biscuit to be, and if I even have time to give it attention.
Simply put, it’s time to get back to baking.
I am so sorry for the lag. I had a computer die, and, with it, my edited photos. We’re salvaging what we can, but having it occur during finals didn’t help much at all. I’m about three drafts behind, and I will be writing/eating like mad for Dine Around Seattle.
I do expect to have lags/gaps during finals, especially coming up. Presenting a thesis proposal doesn’t leave time for eating out. That being said, I don’t normally have my tech gear all crashing at once. But it’s still frustrating.
Thank you so much for your patience, and I’ll have some wonderful experiments to present in the near future for all of you.
The Tom Douglas Mega-Tour is very, very feasible. It took about twelve hours from start to finish, and could have been spread out longer for night owls or people who can, say, fit in more naps/breaks.
Read the menus. A lot. I planned the schedule based on Katie Okumura’s suggestions and by checking the menus to see what intrigued me the most. The lunch and dinner menus are varied enough for most of the restaurants that it’s worth double checking both. Expect to be surprised – I’m not sold on most of the Dahlia Lounge’s dinner items, but I love their lunch options. That being said, expect the menus to change based on daily and seasonal ability, so don’t be sold on only eating one particular thing. (An example: Palace Kitchen wasn’t serving chocolate pudding, which is on the menu online, the day I was in.)
Naps are good. There is a fair amount of walking combined with a lot of heavy eating, and I really needed that morning nap before Ting Momo.
Honestly, I wish I could have spent more time with the staff, as everyone was so visibly excited. I’ve been to Bravehorse since I survived and Kayle asked how I was the day after the event.
That, and I need to bring Liana and Lauren cupcakes.
And then, Cuoco was our glorious downfall.
We trekked down the flight of stairs from Brave Horse Tavern, and were seated at a lovely window spot so we could see the exciting view of Terry Avenue. We explained how we were doing and asked for something light. Small. Delicate, even. We settled on sharing the Agnolotti dal plin ($19); it looked safe enough.
I had time to kill before Etta’s, so I went to my favorite and most dangerous store, World Spice Merchants. I ended up meeting Yoni there, who walked from the house to join me. Yoni picked up a few curries (read: the guys need to do a Ting Momo review next) and togarashi, then we walked back to Etta’s.
We ordered the grilled cheese sandwich, crab and grapefruit salad, brussels sprouts with fregola ragu, and some bread for the table. (Yoni ordered his sandwich half without caramelized onions.) The sandwich, while lacking their standard potato bread, was a thing of beauty, crispy and gooey in the way that good grilled cheese sandwiches aspire to be. I need to return here to salve my hope in grilled cheese sandwiches.
The crab salad didn’t convert me to crab delights, but Chelsea was awesome enough to point out what was the ‘good’ crab so I could compare bites. The delicate butter/lemon sauce lightness of the grapefruit worked great as a balance against the rich meat.
The brussels sprouts had a really nice hit of vinegar and lemon with spices that was a great play on texture with the fregola, but Yoni found it overpowering in larger portions. (I only had a few mouthfuls.)
Chelsea, our server, was really sweet, though she was totally having fun ribbing Yoni over not liking caramelized onions.
4:30-5 pm: Lola
Lola was sort of a calm in the storm. We ordered got lamb skewers, smashed potatoes, and more brussels sprouts. The lamb was lovely, meaty and crispy and succulent. Chris had joined in by this point, so we were comparing the caramelized ouzo onions to the lamb for some time. The brussels sprouts were not my favorite, the ras al hanout being savory in a way that didn’t work for me. The smashed potatoes were fluffy and crispy, but I was kind of on a carb overload.
Yoni had to leave, so Chris and I were off to Brave Horse Tavern.
6-6:30 pm: Brave Horse Tavern
Brave Horse is not a place I’d normally go to for dinner (I have since returned for a late lunch and enjoyed it). It’s loud, and my idea of going out for drinks usually involves a reservation for Needle & Thread and threatening to wear monocles. They have shuffleboard, a lot of beer, and more beer. Alcohol aside, I was super excited to try out their pretzels.
Kayle met us at the door, and not only identified me, but knew of Chris as “the Amazon boyfriend.” (TDR team, I am crazy curious about what was happening in this email chain.) She told us about her previous work in the TDR restaurants, mainly Palace Kitchen, and how thrilled she was to be working with all their amazing beers. It saddened me to tell her how I was voluntarily abstinent from alcohol, because she’s too awesome.
So, we ordered pretzels with the beer and cheese fondue, because I do like beer in my fondue.
Kayle came out a few minutes later with our food, two pretzels – and all the sauces. “I know you’re eating more at Cuoco, but I wanted you to try them.” I’m really glad she did – the sour cream and crispy onion was freaking awesome, a creamy/bacony/oniony blend of happiness.
Chris got a root beer, which I decided was a sweeter/milder root beer than I usually go for. I wished I could have traded Matt root beers. (I had the root beer again yesterday, and it had a far stronger kick. Still not as strong as the one from Serious Pie, but far closer to what I go for in a root beer. Maybe it was the end of the keg?)
And, of course, “It’s on Tommy D tonight.”