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Homemade Glazed Doughnuts

Let me begin this post by saying how excited I am to share this doughnut recipe with you. What can I say? Doughnuts are exciting. They thrill me to the bone. Second, let me lay one thing out on the table: Making good, raised doughnuts at home is not as easy as you’d think . For years (yes, you heard me) I tried in vain to make the perfect homemade doughnut—not just a fat, bready wad of fried dough with a sweet glaze, but a delicate, light ring of love with a slightly crispy surface and a wonderful flavor. Like “those doughtnuts”, and I don’t mean Krispy Kreme. I mean the doughnuts sold at the tiny doughnut dive in our small town. They’re the best raised doughnuts in the world. The shop is owned by an older resident of our town whose temperament can range from kind, welcoming, and gracious to a complete mirror of a certain soup purveyor in a certain long-running series starring a certain man with the last name of Seinfeld. Think I’m kidding? The doughnut guy in our town once made my summer babysitter…

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Guilin: Day 2 Haiyang Xiang

We took a 30-minute 4.50 Yuan/RM2.25/US$0.60 per pax bus ride from Daxu to Haiyang Xiang (“ocean village” although there’s no ocean around). Haiyang is a one-street town that lines the road, with mud-brick houses behind the road. This town is famous for its gingko nuts and trees, many of which are hundreds of years old. Movies are filmed here and artists, photographers and local and foreign tourists come here in the fall to appreciate the beauty of the golden yellow leaves. Unfortunately for us, the weekend before we arrived the fall leaves were in their utmost glory but the wind and rain came 3 days before we arrived and brought most of the leaves down. It was a bummer for me because this is the second time I missed the gingko leaves in their yellow splendor. The right time to be there is in the last week of November, I’m told. Hub literally flagged down a local called Xiao Duan (“Little Broken”?) and he agreed to drive us around for 100 Yuan/RM50/US$14 in his borrowed ‘bread car’, a van. He also sent us back to Guilin, an hour’s drive, for 110 Yuan/RM55/US$15. In…

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2003 Descendientes de J. Palacios "Moncerbal," Bierzo, Spain

This is one of those wines that I live for. The kind that begins with an unknown bottle thrust in front of me by a friend with a twinkle in their eye, and ends with a profound memory of taste that becomes one of those moments that wine lovers cherish. Such wines are not common, at least not for me, but they are what keep me passionate about drinking and writing and enjoying the world of wine. Occasionally still described by romanticizing writers as “off in a forgotten corner of Northwestern Spain,” the winegrowing region of Bierzo can no longer be described as truly unknown. While it remains off the radar of most mainstream wine drinkers, this little appellation has gained some attention from wine lovers and wine critics in recent years thanks to a few spectacular wines some of which were made by, and all of which owe a debt of gratitude to a man named Alvaro Palacios. Palacios is in his early forties, but he has dramatically shaped what we know as Spain’s modern wine industry. The Palacios name has been associated with winemaking in Spain for several generations, and Alvaro eventually decided to continue…

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Tuaran & Tuaran Mee

Tuaran is a small town about 30 minutes north-east of KK by car. When I was little, the road leading to Tuaran cut through large areas of lush green padi (rice) fields with the majestic Mt Kinabalu in beautiful shades of blue as a backdrop. Because the road to Tuaran was one of the few roads then, my Dad often drove us there on weekends because there was no where else to go. Last Saturday we found ourselves driving around with no place to go so we decided to head for Tuaran. A few minutes before reaching Tuaran are stalls that sell crabs and other shellfish like mussels and clams. We bought 6 kgs of crabs at RM12/US$3.40 per kg, male or female. We went mostly for the female because of their roe. A word of caution: avoid the oysters because the first and last time I bought time, I had the runs even though I cooked them and a couple of them tasted foul even though they were fresh. The remaining row of wooden shoplots that was built in the 50s. …

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On Rue Tatin: Living and Cooking in a French Town

Check said that the food culture is defined. For the French, the food is an integral part of the coveted traditional and new book by Susan Herrmann Loomis's On Rue Tatin includes both. Participate as a young American college graduate, Loomis left the U.S. for France to one of the oldest French cooking schools, La Varenne. His intention was to engage in French cuisine with a claim to dive into a food critic. Laboratory as a French equivalent of an apprentice, she was quick with the possibilities and traditions that define the French culture, especially the food intimate. On Rue Tatin ( "Tatin The Street") is a descriptive account of Loomis early years in France, his encounters with the local authorities…
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Prime Meats: The Frankies Get Serious About Breakfast

From Serious Eats: New York [Photographs: Robyn Lee] Prime Meats 465 Court Street, Brooklyn NY 11231 (at Luquer; map ); 718-254-0327; frankspm.com Service: Attentive, forthright, knowledgeable Setting: A restored corner bar with a pleasant garden attached Compare It To: Char No. 4, General Greene Must-Haves: French toast, rosti, mushrooms with poached egg and bratwurst, smoked trout salad Cost: $20 including tax and tip for a hearty breakfast Grade: A- Serious cooks are getting mighty serious about breakfast in this town. And as an early riser and serious eater, all I can do is say yay, halleleujah , and it’s about time! Because there was a time, not too long ago, when breakfast choices in New York were limited to Greek coffee shops, retro (and real) diners, and overpriced hotel dining rooms. (Barney Greengrass was, and still is, a delightful anachronistic exception.) Egg in Williamsburg, Cookshop, Trestle on Tenth , and Locanda Verde have led the serious breakfast wave, and now here come the Frankies, Frank Castronova and Frank Falcinelli. Their newest venture, Prime Meats , is open for breakfast seven days a week at 7 a.m. While I couldn’t convince the serious eaters to get up that early to check Prime Meats out, I did manage to…

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Town switches from Euro to Ducats for a day

Celenza Valforte in Puglia take a day every year to celebrate the past. Shops are closed, electric lightning is switched off, burning torches lit and the town is decked in medieval symbols.

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