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These days, it's hard not to channel your inner sourpuss - especially when you look out the window to find a four-foot, trash-speckled snowdrift. Why not sweeten up those winter doldrums with one of the season's fruitful bounties, the Meyer lemon?
Meyer lemons are sweeter and less acidic than other lemons: a love child between the typical Eureka variety and a mandarin, with a smooth printer's yellow skin.
Most Meyer lemons grown in the United States come from California, much to local chefs', like David Bazirgan, delight.
Bazirgan is the executive chef at Fifth Floor Restaurant in San Francisco, California. Before joining the Fifth Floor team, Bazirgan had been named one of the San Francisco Chronicle's “Rising Star Chefs," as well as worked in Baraka, Jackson Square, Chez Papa Resto and the James Beard Award-winning No. 9 Park.
Five Recipes for the Meyer Lemon: David Bazirgan
Rabbit meat is delicious. I wish I didn't know that.
Rabbits bond for life. For most, instinct drives them to seek out another creature - usually one of their own kind, but it’s been known to encompass cats, guinea pigs, dogs or even birds. They’ll groom, cuddle and grieve palpably upon the other’s absence or loss.
Claudette, my nine-ish year old Hotot / dwarf mix (pictured above) is, as I was informed by my local rabbit rescue guru, bonded to me. She expresses this via chin rubs to shoes I’ve not previously worn around her (rabbits have scent glands with which they mark territory), a distinct drop-off in the bitchy behavior she demonstrates to nearly all other humans she’s encountered, and tooth-grinding purrs as I stroke her silken fur. We belong to each other.
At the same time, I can’t pretend that the most astonishing bite of food I ate in 2009 wasn’t a smoked rabbit kidney. In my defense, I didn’t order it; it was a gift from the chef of my favorite local restaurant. The rich, gamey, smoke-soaked flavor built in my mouth and did not ebb for many minutes. It made me grateful to have a tongue.
I debated for a minute or two before I ate it, and I apologized to my rabbits (there is another besides Claudette) upon my arrival at home. Yes, I sometimes anthropomorphize, but I felt genuine guilt when I looked into their faces. I take care of these animals. I enjoy and yes, love them. It is truly unnerving to know, quite specifically what is under their fur and how it tastes.
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The Vintage Cookbook Vault highlights recipes from my insane stash of books and pamphlets from the early 20th century onward. It's a semi-regular thing.
This intriguingly-named recipe hits a bit of a snag once you start to delve into the directions. To recap - you fry chopped-up hard boiled eggs with onions, stir in two egg yolks, milk and cheese, douse it in lemon juice and serve on toast with tomato.
While you're frying up some eggs and bacon, we're cooking up something else: a way to celebrate today's food holiday and the most delicious finds on TV.
Fancy a snack? February 8 is National English Toffee Day.
If you love the taste of chocolate but long for a crunch, English toffee might just be your thing. The candy cooks all of Paula Deen's essential food groups, sugar and gobs of butter, to the hard-crack stage of 300° Fahrenheit.
No time to make your own? Grab a Heath bar. The English toffee core should keep you munching.
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