Showing posts with label water chestnut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water chestnut. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2012

Enjoy the Silence of Uncertainity, Enlisted Efforts, Potsticker Assembly


“One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.”
― Henry David Thoreau

Janurary 9th, 2012

Delusion of the Illusion, what pumpernickel I’ve become over these pivoting days of the New Year.  I am but a vagabond carelessly skipping through the tarnished streets of Los Angeles, oblivious to the modest treasures of mankind and forever tinkering with my speechless companion; a green & white stripped yo-yo.  Up and down, walk the dog, flick forward and reel back . . . mesmerized by the minute, the traffic passing by without care or concern . . . maybe I should get on the bus and at least pretend that I have a destination?

To say that I organized my physical affairs yesterday would be like saying that the Dalai Lama is gracious – a big understatement.  The chaos that was once my catering bins in the garage is roughly 90% packaged into practical method and means; my room “the attic” is now features more than four square yards of free space exposing the hardwood floors below and more importantly, vanquishing a substantial portion of the “cluttered as f’k feeling.”  My unkempt piles of paperwork harboring the plethora of documents and copies concerning my lawsuit, bills left for dead, various business proposals, menu’s, consulting outlines . . . all filed away both physically and mentally.  I now know where I stand (for better or worse) and what actions are required to either complete, dismiss or recalibrate.

Back to creating a list.  It really didn’t work last week as I was overwhelmed by the mess of my affairs (professionally and as of recent personally) and the desire to escape without clear direction.  Not to say that I haven’t made any progress, but fair to establish that I gained more from m digression than any plausible ascension.  My lawyer has an important meeting with the judge this coming Friday, the whereabouts of my assigned tasks are outlined and I shall attack these prioritized duties first.  Next, I will attend to the various facets that might yield some financial sustenance – broke as a yolk I am.  Fortunately, I have a few golden nuggets that are my primary focus for establishing a regular income stream but these items won’t furnish immediate monetary relief . . as such, I have to whittle & whore my chef skills to the nearest bidder.  The remaining items of interest are not likely to receive any immediate attention but at the very least – they have been acknowledged, named and charted for future intent.  Lastly, I am writing my journal entry and having returned from never-never land – “Peter Pan choked out Tinkerbell over a box of Whoppers; he’s made his amends, buried her little fairy ass in the dirt below a rat infested Date Palm and is at last listening to the reader.”

I haven’t gone to the gym, I haven’t made lunch in half a century, I haven’t chanted Nam Myoho Renge Kyo . . . I had abolished my routine all together.  It’s time to put the pieces back together with a rejuvenated outlook and so I give you a recipe for assembly – the Potsticker

With Culinary Blessings,
                      Chef Scotty

The Foundation of a Potsticker

  Ingredients

  • 1/2 pound ground pork or turkey, chicken, lamb, shrimp or beef
  • 1/2 medium head cabbage, finely chopped
  • 1 green onion, finely chopped
  • 2 slices fresh ginger root, finely chopped
  • 2 water chestnuts, drained and finely chopped
  • 1 cup of fresh herbs (cilantro, basil, mint or mixture thereof)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon white sugar
  • 1 teaspoon sesame oil
  • 1 (14 ounce) package wonton wrappers
  • 5 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 3/4 cup water
  • 1 tablespoon chili oil
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon rice vinegar
Directions
  1. Crumble pork into a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium high heat until evenly brown. Drain and set aside.
  2. In a medium bowl, mix together the pork, cabbage, green onion, ginger, water chestnuts, herbs, salt, sugar and sesame oil. Chill in the refrigerator 6 to 8 hours, or overnight.
  3. Place a tablespoon of the pork mixture into each of the wonton wrappers. Fold the wrappers, and seal the edges with a moistened fork.
  4. In a large, deep skillet, heat 3 tablespoons vegetable oil over medium high heat. Place the pot stickers into the oil seam sides up. Heat 30 seconds to a minute. Pour water into the skillet. Gently boil 7 to 8 minutes, until oil and water begins to sizzle, then add remaining oil. When the bottoms begin to brown, remove pot stickers from heat.
  5. In a small serving bowl, mix together the chili oil, soy sauce, and vinegar, adjusting proportions to taste.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

"Another day . .Another Brother", Santa's Evergreen Orgasm, Clutter Inc.


“The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.”
― Henry David Thoreau

I took the stairs today, skipping over ever other step as one can do with a 6’3 stature and mindful determination (this guarantees my arrival, on my own terms . . .well, at least landing me at the equivocal destination a few seconds earlier than those escalator passenger folk content to leisurely ride through life).

Candied ginger lit up by the 2’o’clock fading sun, a box of Morton’s kosher sea salt, keys of responsibility limited to a three count, papers of random notoriety, a picture of me holding my little nugget niece Kylie, multiple checkbooks askew (accountant – I am not!), 17 neatly folded terra-cloth towels, a binder belonging to Mr. Wilson, a half emptied, pumpkin-n-cashew colored box of American Spirits, and of course, my antiquated HP Pavilion labtop, a scribble pad and what’s remaining of my handicapped I-phone; These are the contents that surround my little “make-shit” desk (compliments of the ever so compassionate Mr. Wilson).

Clarity coming from within; my muttled mud, hazel when they want to be eye’s have acclimated to material chaos over these passing seasons of Summer, Autumn . . and . . oh, dear lord, really . . . Winter? I am now completely neutralized to the biased affliction of sight – something of an official gift learned by means of studying “the art of clutter.” Who knows if it will stay with me? Perhaps it will disperse only after I’ve released my squatter’s rights and vacated this temporary abode that I’ve reluctantly grown to call “home?” (pity & prayer get’s you nowhere . . apparently neither do lawyers; the dollar is my most pressing priority . . freedom selfishly requested by the preservation of sound friendship hanging in jeopardy)

A quantum leap into my ego has undoubtedly left you all to wonder, “when is Scotty gonna focus on the food elements of his writings?” I digress and humbly agree, so far as my vacillating emotions hogging the cover-page to this “so called” epicurean publication. And so, we talk food . . . . or, well . . better yet, how’s about I just layout my Holiday themed menu for you??? Recipes for all are available, but as many things of everyday living: Even shit ain’t free! Manure garnering a good dollar as the effervescent fertilizer for the coming crop.
                        With holiday blessings - Chef Scotty

On that note, Chef Scotty needs to make his rent, garner a dollar & respectfully depart Mr. Wilson’s dwelling . . . so pass this outhouse of food pornification on, post a gastronomical comment, share “the Word of Chi” www.chefscotty.com on facebook . . . in exchange, you will have good karma, less freckles, possibly better sex, as well as any recipe your heart desires (I’ll do my best to rifle it out . . . ok, enough with the poop analogies!)

A CHEF SCOTTY CHRISTMAS DAY ORGASM

Aperitif
Candied Ginger n’ Spiced Pear Sorbet with Pear Grappa

Amuse Bouche
Proscuitto wrapped Sea Scallop, Satsuma Tangerine Jam, Waterchestnut

Tic-Tac-Tapa
Partridge Confit, Port poached Seckel Pear Salsa, Juniper Corn Dollar

Are You Game?
Pan-roasted Lollipop Lambchop with Gingerbread-Mint Crumb Crust

Dim Spin
Cinnamon braised Beef Dumpling with Internal Chipotle-Apricot Demi

Intermezzo
Tamarind-Cider Sorbet in Crabapple Cup

Hot Shot
Curried Pumpkin Soup with Huboldt Fog Chevre filled Benet

Reiki Sushi
Mace seared Opah, Edamame-Pomegranate Kernal Pico, Micro Wasabi

Hot-n-Cold Splash
Chinese Five-Spiced Muscovy Duck Tartare, Shiso, Plum Wine Sorbet

Ensalata
Endive Dungeness Crab Salad with Honey-Gewurtztraminer Vinaigrette

Chopstick
Grilled Calamari stuffed with Cornbread, Pinolas, Thai Basil, Currant

Carving Station

Wild Sage Smoked Elk Roast
Blackberry-Syrah Demi, Parsnip-Potato Gratin, Sauteed Bacon-Brussel Sprouts

Cider Crown Roast of Pork
McIntosh Apple Chutney, Caramelized Fennel n’ Pumpernickel Stuffing

Creole Turducken
Free Range Turkey, Duck & Chicken layered with Andouille Sausage
Cajun Dirty Rice with Tasso, Wild Ramp & Bell Pepper

Crepe Station

Cedar Plank Smoked Salmon Crepe
Hearts of Palm-Sun-dried Tomato Salad, Dijon Crème, Oil cured Olive, Dill Crepe

Maine Lobster Crepe
Crisp Pancetta, Fingerling Potato, Tahitian Vanilla Cream Sauce, Saffron Crepe

Desserts

Peppermint LSD
Fresh Peppermint Ice Cream in a Dark Chocolate Cup, Candied Ginger Brunoise

Hucklebread
Mini Huckleberry-Caramelized Quince Breadpudding, Canela Crème Anglaise

Crabapple-Amaretti Tart
Anise Poached Crabapple, Frangipane Custard, Pumpkin Seed Praline Crust

Black Forest Strudel
Toasted Black Walnut, Zinfandel Bing Cherry, Dark Chocolate-Mascarpone Mousse