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Egg Salad Sandwich


Whenever I see egg salad on the menu, I can’t help but think of the scene from Pee-Wee Herman, where Winnie tells Pee-Wee that she has made him “his favorite.”  The two are seated on a picnic blanket, cooing at one another.  But with each guess — fried chicken!, hamburgers, cheese sandwich, turkey a la king, vegetarian plate, shepherd’s pie — Winnie becomes increasingly upset, just as Pee-Wee becomes increasingly confused, until he confesses that he can’t think of anything else.  At which point, Winnie pulls a carefully wrapped egg salad sandwich from the picnic basket.

Pee-Wee takes the obligatory bite, chews it around, pronounces it “egg salad-y,” and then tosses it, Frisbee-style towards some playground equipment.

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Sweet Potato Falafel

When Caitlin comes to Cincinnati, she often takes a flight right after work, which puts her into CVG around 8:40 P.M.  That means she’s hungry for dinner.  And since I’ve also been waiting until then to have my dinner, it’s imperative that I arrive at the airport with a strategy in hand.  I can be very slightly grumpy when I’m hungry.

One of the problems, though, is finding a fun place that is not winding down at that hour.  In a city like New York, Chicago, or the like, it’s certainly not a problem.  But in a smaller city like Cincinnati, a lot of restaurants are closing shop by 10:00 P.M.

One afternoon, as Caitlin was readying to leave, I spent a few minutes on Yelp, and found my answer.  The Senate Restaurant was open until 11:00 P.M.  Better yet, it was downtown, a convenient location coming from the airport.  And finally, scanning the menu, I knew it had something I would love.  After I sent the menu to Caitlin, she also agreed that it looked good.  We had a plan.

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Sloppy Joe

After work and a trip to the gym, it may be 8:00 by the time I get home.  And despite a liberal, daytime-snacking policy, I’m hungry for dinner by that time.

Even though I enjoy cooking, a Wednesday evening — with only a few hours left before bedtime beckons — is not the best time to launch into an hour-long culinary experience.  Quick, easy, and delicious are the weekday watchwords.

Sloppy Joe fits the bill.  This meal Continue reading

Baked Sweet Potato Falafel

Choosing a recipe can sometimes feel like putting together a baseball team.  It is the home chef as general manager.

In each field, the objective is the same — to please the folks at home by offering them a winning dish while remaining within the allotted budget.  The objective is straightforward.  As is the theory behind it:  acquire the best ingredients, assemble, and serve warm.

But this process is never as straight forward as it seems.  Expensive ingredients, like high-priced free agents, may Continue reading

Pulled Brisket Sandwiches

Chicken pox is a highly contagious virus.  Chicken saladitis, while not as lethal or infectious, is no less noxious, inserting itself into lunch menus on an almost daily basis.

During the week, I bring my lunch to work.  And making a week’s worth of chicken salad is almost always Continue reading

Falafel Sandwich

Falafel Sandwich

Every dish has two stories behind it.  The first story describes the origin of a dish, and sets out the historical underpinnings behind a recipe. The second story centers around the making of a dish, and notes the step-by-step details of assembling the meal.  In several cases, my posts have focused on the former story.  But in this case, Caitlin assured me that the second story of falafel was far more interesting than its first.

Falafel Prep Collage

The Sunday before Labor Day, Caitlin suggested we make falafel.  Together.  We printed off a recipe, and went to the store to collect the ingredients.  Since we were making it later that night, we bought canned garbanzo beans, though we also went ahead and purchased the dried version as well.  We followed the recipe, but with little success.  Upon hitting the oil, our chickpea mixture slowly disintegrated.  We added a little flour, but that did not help.  Our joint effort at falafel was a disaster.

The next day, I tried shaping a few more falafel balls, hoping the lengthy period of refrigeration might have shored up the chickpea mixture.  Again, no luck.  The canned garbanzo beans were apparently not going to cut it.  I remained undeterred.

Falafel Frying Collage

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Croque Norvegien

Croque Monsieur

If you’ve ever been in a Parisian café, you’ve seen Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle at work.  In this environment, waiters move about like errant electrons, brushing past you with little care for their momentum, their movements, or their duties. To a stationary observer, it is impossible to know both the location of a server and the speed at which he is ignoring you.

The croque-monsieur made its debut in 1910, in a café on the Boulevard des Capucines.  The origins of the name are unknown, but I suspect the etymology is quintessentially French.  An exasperated Frenchman Continue reading