How to Feed a Hungry Kid from Afar

We’re (well, Paul and I) are getting ready to head out for a 17-day research trip. 17 days of being in a car. 17 days of living from a suitcase. 17 days of pet-free existence. 17 days of a teenager eating alone.

Now, Patric is perfectly capable of handling himself alone in the kitchen. He can follow any recipe that we’ve ever thrown at him, and he likes to be creative and add touches of his own to the things he makes. So, given a well-filled pantry, meat and vegetables in the freezer, fresh vegetables, cheese, and milk in the fridge, he can do just fine.

But we’re parents. We feel guilty about leaving him alone this long. To be honest, if it weren’t for all of the papers and tests he’s getting into for school, we would drag him along whether he wanted to go or not. (For the record, we did give him the choice, and he’s very certain that he doesn’t want to go on this particular trip because we’re going to be going to so many places.) But since he is staying home, we’re making sure that he’s got some of his favorite foods around to keep him company.

There are plenty of food options within walking distance of our house, but we really want him to eat at home while we’re gone with only a few exceptions — Mother’s Day brunch with his grandmothers being one. So we’ve started planning. First up, there was the Costco trip.

It would be very easy to load up a cart with frozen foods to last him for days at Costco, but we do want him to have some less processed options. That being said, there are things that he likes that he doesn’t get often that are sitting in the freezer for him now – frozen pizzas (thin-crust Margherita and spinach paneer on na’an), chicken taquitos (yeah, I know), sausage, egg, and cheese croissants, and hot dogs (kosher). We also loaded up on fruit juice, peanut butter, a big chunk of Swiss cheese, rice, ramen (his favorite very hot flavor), and, as a special treat because we obviously don’t like him at all, a case of Mexican Coke.

We also picked up canned tomatoes to make a big batch of marinara sauce so that he can whip up pasta for something fresher when he wants it. At the farmers market, we stocked up on ground beef, sausage, and bacon for the freezer, and a flat of strawberries (most of those will go into the freezer for him to make smoothies, but there’s always the chance of shortcake). Before we go, we’ll make sure he has some fresh vegetables, cereal, milk, and bread. Luckily, he’s within walking distance of being able to get more of those when he runs out.

We’ve got some great meals planned while we’re on the road, but in general, I think Patric will be eating better than we will. And since there are strawberries, he can make something at home that we can’t make on the road.

Strawberry Shortcake

Yield: 8 servings

Taste your strawberries before measuring out your sugar. Strawberries at the peak of strawberry season will be sweeter and won't need as much sugar.

The shortcake itself is an often overlooked component. If you make them from scratch, they'll be incomparably better than the sponge cake variety you can buy at the grocery store. A simple recipe for shortcake simply takes a biscuit recipe and adds half again as much shortening and 1/2 cup sugar. A sprinkling of cinnamon, nutmeg, or even cardamom can add a great accent to these simple cakes.

If you don't want to use Grand Marnier, you can still add a little of the flavor to the strawberries. Add a teaspoon of orange extract or orange juice instead. If you want a different flavor, minced fresh mint is a good addition to the strawberry mixture. Or you could drizzle over a teaspoon of balsamic vinegar. Creme de cacao or Godiva liqueur are good replacements for the Grand Marnier if you don't mind using alcohol. If using a different liqueur, consider omitting the orange zest. Slivered almonds complement creme de cacao well.

The whipped cream also offers room for variation. I like to leave mine unsweetened, but you can add some sugar or other flavoring to it if you like. A little bit of cocoa powder will add a note of bitterness to the dish.

Ingredients

  • 2 pints strawberries
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla paste
  • 1/2 teaspoon orange zest
  • 1/4 cup Grand Marnier (optional)
  • To serve:
  • 8 Shortcakes or slices of angel food cake
  • 1/2 pint heavy cream, whipped

Instructions

  1. Hull the strawberries and slice them into bite sized pieces.
  2. In a non-reactive bowl, combine the sugar, vanilla paste, and orange zest. Gently stir in the sliced strawberries, coating them thoroughly with the sugar mixture.
  3. If using, sprinkle the Grand Marnier over the strawberries.
  4. Allow the strawberries to rest, covered, in the refrigerator for at least 1 hour before serving.
  5. If using shortcakes, split them and layer them with strawberries and whipped cream. If using angel food cake, spoon strawberries over the cake slices and top with whipped cream. Be sure to serve with generous amounts of the syrup from the strawberry bowl.
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Texts of Familial Love from Mule Day

From a mother to her son:

Angela:

ASS^2

Thinking of you.

Patric: …
Angela: Did you like the picture?
Patric: Uh… Sure?
Angela: Did you get the picture?
Patric: Yes.
Angela: It’s a mule butt. So it’s like an ass squared. And we thought of you.
Patric: …
Angela: Just no words for how much you love us?

Silence

Angela:

Stripey!

Stripey mule knees. Who knew?
Patric: I’m sure the mule did.
Angela:
Disapproving mule disapproves of your shenanigans.

Disapproving mule disapproves of your shenanigans.
Patric: Are you bringing an extra mule home with you?
Angela: An extra?
Patric: Well, we’ve already got one.
Angela: I know you can’t possibly be talking about either one of your kind & loving parents.

Silence

Silence

Patric: No. No, of course not…

Buon Cibo, Hernando, Mississippi

We recently went down to Hernando to visit Josh Belenchia’s new venture, Buon Cibo. Short story: “buon cibo” means “good food” in Italian, and Buon Cibo means “worth the drive” in Mississippi.

The business model is simple, customers order sandwiches, salads, pizzas, soups, and drinks at the main counter, then the servers deliver your food to your table. The simple stops when the food arrives because of Josh’s ingredients.

Buon Cibo Cuban

The Cuban is nice and traditional, served with a goodly amount of pickle. Dexter would be pleased.

Buon Cibo Reuben

The Reuben features thick slices of housemade corned beef. Oh my. I can confidently say this is the best Reuben I have ever had.

Buon Cibo Jackson pizza

The Jackson (Mississippi, not Kramer (I think.)) pizza is also a winner. Applewood smoked bacon, caramelized onions, and sweet potatoes are an unexpected but excellent combination.

Buon Cibo pantry

Josh not only puts local on the plate, he sends it home with you as well. He supports local vendors with his pantry. Diners can go home with McCarter coffee, Delta Grind grits, Groovy Foods granola and more.

Buon Cibo Southern tea

Almost as good as a hearty meal is a hearty laugh. Josh takes care of that all while defending the South.

Buon Cibo knick knacks

The humor reaches each table with Buon Cibo’s collection of salt and pepper shakers shaking things up.

If you knew Hernando back in the day, you’ll barely recognize it now. If you’ve never been, well, you won’t know any different. Either way, head down and check out Buon Cibo

Buon Cibo
Highland Court Shopping Center
2631 McIngvale Road
Hernando, Mississippi 38632
(662) 469-9481

Tuesday – Saturday 11:00 am – 9:00 pm

Farm Fresh Tennessee

Who wants to help us write a(nother) book?

The University of North Carolina Press just decided to publish our second book, Farm Fresh Tennessee, a tour of agritourism opportunities in the Volunteer State. Our book will be the second in a series that started this spring with the release of Farm Fresh North Carolina by Diane Daniel. You can read more about Diane and her book at her website.

We’re going to spend the next year going from one end of the state to the other buying from farm stands, picking our own berries, eating at restaurants that source locally, running through corn mazes, and more. What we need from you is a list of any places you think we should visit.

Here’s what we’re looking for:

Farm stands
Farmers markets
Farm tours
You-picks — berries, orchards, and veggies
Seasonal activities — corn mazes, pumpkin patches, Christmas tree farms
Restaurants that buy a significant amount of their ingredients locally
Stores that sell local products

If there is someplace we should go, someone we should visit, please let us know. You can go to the Contact Us page. Just choose “I have a Tennessee agritourism suggestion” and tell us what you know. Or just send us an email directly to fftnatpaulandangeladotnet.

Korean food doesn’t agree with me

Angela and I have been craving Korean food for a while now, so we decided to take my mom out for gogi gui, Korean barbecue. Just to make sure things went smoothly, Angela called Asiana Garden on Friday and asked if they would be open for lunch Saturday. The person who answered the phone said yes and promptly hung up.

So, it’s Saturday, and we’re all hungry. We pull up to Asiana Garden. The “Open” sign is not on, but the door is propped open, so we walk on in. The lady tells us to sit anywhere. Right after we sit down, a large number of very well dressed Koreans begin to enter the restaurant and head to a back room. A few minutes later, a young man brings us menus and lets us know that they are busy today and that things will be a bit slow. I am actually delighted by this. I can deal with slow service when a place is slammed — just let me know what is up and that I’m not forgotten.

Well, we weren’t forgotten. We noticed the original lady who greeted us conferring with the young man. Then she came to our table and said, “We’re closed.” The young man clarified that they had a large party and that it would be at least thirty minutes before we could be served but that we were welcome to wait if we wanted to. We chose not to wait. I felt somewhat relieved when a Korean family that had not come in with the large group also got shown the door.

Not to fear, Du Won Jong isn’t that far away. We’ll just go there. So over to Hacks Cross we go. There are a ton of cars in the parking lot but no “Open” sign. Maybe they just forgot to turn it on. Huh. What does that sign on the door say? “Do not enter pursuant to court order.”

I have seen a lot of signs on closed restaurants, both temporarily and permanently closed. They usually range from “Illness in the family” to “Closed for remodeling” (which is code for “shh, don’t tell the landlord we’re breaking the lease.”). Never, though, have I seen a sign that made worry that U.S. Marshals were about to swoop down and arrest me. We got back in the car quickly.

Undaunted we journeyed on. To the next strip mall where a pan-Asian sort of place (that Google says is Korean) has taken up residence in an old Outback Steakhouse. This time there were almost no cars out front, but the “Open” sign was blinking happily. Finally, lunch.

Yeah, no. Locked up tight as a drum. At this point we didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

My spirit was dampened, but my appetite was undeterred. I said, “Man, I really wanted some barbecue.” And that’s when it hit me — we could just go get some plain-old American barbecue. My suggestion that we give up on Korean was met by an overwhelming wave of silent disapproval. Angela had gone this far for Asian, and she was not about to give up now. Pleasant weather or not, I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on the porch, so I chose to persevere. For the sake of my warm blankie, the search must go on.

That’s when I remembered Tao Too in Germantown. We headed over there, parked, and headed for the restaurant, hoping against hope that we would finally be fed. We were close, oh so close, then the distraction came. Sakura. “They have some pretty decent authentic Japanese dishes,” I reminded Angela. Sold. (And the fact that they were open didn’t hurt either.) Finally we could provide Mom with an interesting lunch. With any lunch.

Sakura is our favorite Japanese restaurant in Memphis. We love funky Americanized sushi rolls, but there is so much more to Japanese food than that. We started with gomae, boiled spinach served with toasted sesame seeds. It was refreshing, but I prefer ohitashi, a dish where the spinach is blanched rather than boiled. It is tossed with a dressing of soy sauce, sesame oil, sugar, and sesame seeds.

We also had age dashi tofu, deep fried tofu served in a dashi broth. We had negimake, thin slices of beef cooked with a bit of teriyaki then rolled around scallions.

Of course we did go for a couple of rolls. Our favorite was the Alfredo which is wildly popular with Sakura diners. We also had the Bubba roll, a large deep fried roll that wasn’t great but wasn’t bad either.

Bubba roll

Our favorite things were the nigiri — smelt roe for me, scallops for Angela, and eel for both of us.

Nigiri at Sakura

The highlight, though, was the quail eggs. Even my mother liked these. Rich egg yolk, a hint of savory soy sauce, and sweet scallions. Fantastic.

Quail eggs

One of these days we would like to get some Korean food — after we get over our fear of being run off or arrested, of course. Until then we’ll just head to Sakura. Or maybe give Tao Too some love. They do a great job too.

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