Welcome to Kitchen Kat!

I love writing. I love food. Those are two interests that have stayed constant throughout my life. So why not combine the two? Perfect! Trying out different food is like almost like traveling; you get to experience different smells, tastes, and atmospheres. It brings a bit of the culture to you, even if you didn't leave your home. This blog explores Portland restaurants (plus any notable ones I encounter on vacation), recipes that worked out exceptionally for me, plus any other epicurean delights that come my way. Put any reservations aside, now it's time to chow down on some food for thought....

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

PDX in the New York Times

I love it when the Portland restaurant scene gets the recognition it deserves. Today's edition of the New York Times features an article about that very subject, and I will reprint it here.
One sidenote: it mentioned how so many up and coming chefs flock here due to the inexpensive real estate. That made me laugh. Inexpensive real estate? Compare what a first time homebuyer would get here for $150K to what he or she could buy in big cities like Montreal or Chicago, and you will definitely not think of Portland real estate as cheap. Obviously, compared to San Francisco or New York City, yes, a Portland storefront is cheap. I guess it's all relative. Anyway, enjoy the article.
In Portland, a Golden Age of Dining and Drinking













By ERIC ASIMOV
PORTLAND, Ore.
THEY come but they don’t go.
In the way New York drew artists in the ’50s, this city at the confluence of the Willamette and Columbia Rivers seems to exert a magnetic lure on talented chefs who come from almost anywhere else and decide to stay right here. About the hardest thing to find in Portland these days is a homegrown chef.
Portland may seem an unlikely place for such status, a city destined to play second string on the West Coast to San Francisco and Seattle. But in the last five years or so Portland has grown and evolved.
At first it was a sort of underground stop for food and wine lovers who had heard word of small, fascinating restaurants run by young, talented chefs serving a bounty of local produce. It’s underground no more. Portland has emerged from its chrysalis as a full-fledged dining destination.
This is a golden age of dining and drinking in a city that 15 years ago was about as cutting edge as a tomato in January. Every little neighborhood in this city of funky neighborhoods now seems to be exploding with restaurants, food shops and markets, all benefiting from a critical mass of passion, skill and experience, and all constructed according to the gospel of locally grown ingredients.
In close proximity is a cadre of farmers committed to growing environmentally responsible produce with maximum flavor, delivered to restaurants and to the gorgeous farmers’ markets that dot the city. There are local fisheries and small beef, lamb and pork producers. Not far away is the Hood River Valley, with its myriad fruit growers who supply glistening, fragile berries and stonefruits of every stripe and color.
World-class wine is produced in the Willamette Valley, the center of the Oregon wine industry, just a half hour’s drive away. Portland has six micro-distilleries making any kind of spirits you can name and, if you’d like a chaser, more breweries than any other city on earth. Just as important is a receptive populace, demanding yet eager to be wowed.
Portland also has what anybody in the restaurant business will tell you is most important of all: affordable real estate. Just as young, passionate chefs flocked to the East Village and Brooklyn in the 1990s, chefs have gravitated to Portland because it lets them have a vision and take risks without lining up corporate backers and lawyers.
“This is one of the very few places on the West Coast that has been an affordable place to live,” said Andy Ricker, who in 2005 opened Pok Pok, which started under his obsessive eye as a ramshackle Thai takeout shack and now has a hip little dining room as well. “There are a ton of people here who are going at it in sort of an indie rock way, mostly because they can.”
Mr. Ricker is a perfect example. Originally from Vermont, he spent years cooking around the world before following a girl to Portland in the early 1990s. He got a job at Zefiro, an Italian restaurant that set a standard for Portland cooking back then. Restless, he left the business and became a house painter, saving money and traveling to southeast Asia for three or four months at a time. He also bought two houses and sold them, taking advantage of a rising real estate market so he could finance his vision of a southeast Asian restaurant without having to satisfy financial backers.
Now, he’s won acclaim for dishes like juicy game hens roasted over charcoal and stuffed with lemon grass, garlic, pepper and cilantro, and local pork loin marinated in coconut milk and turmeric, and served with peanut sauce.
“You could never open a place that was completely a shot in the dark in San Francisco or New York because the costs are so prohibitive,” he said.
Costs were a major concern to Vitaly and Kimberly Paley, who arrived with an earlier wave of restaurant immigrants in 1994. Eager for a fresh start after working in some of Manhattan’s most illustrious restaurants, they toured the West Coast, finally settling on Portland.
“We sold our 500-square-foot New York apartment, and with the money, we bought a house with a swimming pool, two cars, and had enough left to open a restaurant,” Mr. Paley said.
Today, Paley’s Place, a warm and intimate dining room on the first floor of a Victorian house in northwest Portland, is recognized as one of the top restaurants in the Northwest, if not the country, and Mr. Paley has been celebrated for applying French techniques to the Northwestern palette of ingredients. Just as important, Paley’s Place, along with other seminal restaurants like Zefiro, Wildwood, Higgins and Genoa, has served as an incubator for much of the talent that is making its mark today.
Gabriel Rucker of Le Pigeon, a kind of new-wave bistro, learned the basics of making stocks and working the grill during two years at Paley’s after he arrived here from his hometown, Napa, Calif. He passed through a few other kitchens, then last year he was given an opportunity to take over one of his own. He transformed a little storefront restaurant into Le Pigeon, an informal, slightly manic spot with seasonally changing, nonconformist dishes like braised pork belly with creamed corn and butter-poached prawns, sweetbreads with pickled watermelon, and just about anything that can possibly involve tongue. His signature dessert is apricot cornbread with bacon, topped with maple ice cream.
“I used to think of Portland as a stepping stone, but I fell in love with the city,” said Mr. Rucker, who’s all of 26. “Rather than going somewhere with a really established food scene, I felt as a young chef that I could really have a lot of possibilities.”
Like many of Portland’s top chefs, he has established firm relationships with the local farmers. “I can call and have loads of chanterelles or huckleberries delivered right to my door,” he said. “When you have people as passionate about growing a watermelon as I am to use it, it’s great.”
Passion is an important word here in Portland, and so is politics, especially when applied to agriculture. Many of the older farmers came from the Bay Area in the 1970s with a vision of sustainable agriculture, and they have continued to adhere to those principles. Chefs around the country pay lip service to the philosophy of seasonal cooking, but in Portland they seem to take this idea especially seriously, following the examples of influential chefs like Mr. Paley, Greg Higgins (from upstate New York) of Higgins, Dave Machado (Massachusetts) of Lauro Kitchen and Vindalho, and Cory Schreiber of Wildwood — that rare Oregon native, though he’s now retired.
“They did a great job establishing the expectation among Portland’s dining community that restaurants were going to be using local and seasonal ingredients,” said Ken Forkish, who, inspired by the French baker Lionel Poilâne, came from Maryland in 2000 to open Ken’s Artisan Bakery and, last year, Ken’s Artisan Pizza.
He found Portland tough going at first. Even standard fare — rustic fruit tarts and croissants — was not that familiar here six years ago, Mr. Forkish said, but he believes the population has quickly become more worldly.
“Partly it’s because of all the new places that opened,” he said, “but there’s also been a steady influx of new people who expect these things.”
One recent arrival is Tony Soter, a longtime Napa Valley winemaker who last year moved here with his family. They are living in Portland as they build a house on their property in the Willamette Valley. The Soters have 200 acres on an east-west ridge with orchards, herds of sheep and goats, and 10 head of cattle.
“Napa is country only in name,” he said. “This is the real deal out here.”
Mr. Soter and his wife, Michelle, come from the Portland area originally. And though Mr. Soter spent most of the last 20 years in California, working with Spottswoode, Shafer and Araujo, along with his own winery, Etude, the Soters grew tired of the gloss of Napa. They longed for an environment more in tune with their own values and a place where Mr. Soter felt he could make more balanced European-style wines than he could in California.
The local wine industry has played a crucial role in the rise of Portland’s food culture. Visiting wine celebrities are drawn into the gravitational pull of Portland’s restaurants, but, aside from that, wine regions naturally inspire a surrounding culture that is highly sensitive to cuisine.
Pascal Sauton grew up in Paris and had cooked in Philadelphia, New York and Colorado before he visited Portland 11 years ago with his wife, Julie Hunter, and decided he never wanted to leave. “I loved the fact that there were four distinct seasons, and the wine valley was a big factor,” he said. “The climate, and the whole feel, was European.”
After cooking at several different places, the couple opened Carafe in 2003, a joyful, informal bistro that is half French — Mr. Sauton’s wide, friendly face is as unmistakably French as a bottle of Beaujolais — and all northwestern. To walk through a farmer’s market on a summer morning and to see beautiful golden chanterelles and organic cipollini onions, sweet cherry tomatoes, pattypan squash and bell peppers in purple, ivory and orange, is to have some idea of what you might find on Mr. Sauton’s lunch menu. You’ll even find glorious local corn on the menu, something you would never see in France.
“Well, we bend the rules a little,” he said.
In the winter, he gets tarbais beans from local farmers for his cassoulet along with leeks, celery root and winter squash. Winter is serious business for a chef dedicated to seasonal cooking, yet Portland chefs have worked closely with farmers to assure a steady supply of produce through the dark months. Brussels sprouts, broccoli, greens and cauliflower are in the winter pipeline; seasonal cooking also forces creativity.
“It’s a time to slow down and really make some focused dishes that will stay on the menu for a while, maybe do a braise or a confit or dumplings,” said Jason Barwikowski (Michigan), the chef at Clyde Common, a bustling restaurant that opened this year in the Ace Hotel. Mr. Barwikowski arrived in Portland after working in Wyoming, where he was able to combine cooking with a love of snowboarding, rock climbing and fly-fishing. Things haven’t changed all that much except that the level of cooking is higher.
“I still snowboard and fly-fish and rock climb and ride bikes,” he said. “Half an hour in any direction and you’re in the mountains or woods.”
These other attributes of Portland — the outdoor life, and its deliberately casual, relaxed atmosphere — may in some ways limit what its restaurants can accomplish.
“Portland may be over-hyped in some ways,” said Dave Machado, who after 16 years in Portland is a respected old guard chef. “A big city with an international component is always going to have crisper service. We have a regional class of service here.”
At the same time, Portland’s population is growing and real estate prices are climbing, leading some to fear that the city will lose its cherished renegade spirit. But Mr. Paley, for one, scoffs at that notion.
“I think Portland innately will make sure that people always have opportunities,” he said. “Portland is a free spirit.”

--The New York Times, September 26, 2007

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Wine Country Tour/Tasting

So this is a request for help from my readers. I want to get my friend a certificate for a wine tour and tasting for his birthday, but I'm not really sure where to start. I've looked online, and found lots of tour groups, but which ones are good? I have no idea.


I'm thinking of the area around Dundee, Newberg, Lafayette. I drove through there yesterday, and every other sign was advertising various wineries. Plus, I saw several vans driving through the area for specifically that purpose. It's very pretty there, and seems like a fun and creative birthday gift.
So my task for you, dear readers, is to provide me with information and tips on your experience doing this, good wineries to visit, and tour companies to select. Please help!! I would appreciate it very much. Please post comments with any insight you have in the matter. Thanks!!
Just to make this posting more interesting, I'm including wine-related photos from my trip to Italy last year. Cin Cin!





Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Ken's Artisan Pizza

Over the weekend, I finally tried Ken's Artisan Pizza. By now, you all know how much I rave about the bakery (yet have never written a review about it; I promise it will happen someday); well, the pizza definitely follows in the bakery's delicious footsteps.

It was a beautiful, perfect really, autumn evening. I had just finished watching the swifts descend into the chimney at Wallace Park; it was time for dinner. Knowing that Ken's Pizza is extremely popular, I called and tried to make a reservation. No, they don't take reservations. How long is the wait? About an hour. Oh. We'll try anyway, and use La Buca as a backup if we get too hungry and can't wait.

We arrive, there is a line waiting, but really, it's not too bad. We put our name on the list. How long is the wait? The hostess confirms, yes, one hour indeed. Hmm. But as we deliberate, a couple seats open up at the bar. We swoop down on them, happy to be seated after only three minutes, rather than the predicted hour. I even knew the bartender. We met in Italy, of all places. How fitting is that?

Bruno and I start off with a green salad. Good, but not especially exciting. Just greens and cucumbers in a vinaigrette. It does the job. But the main event? Excellent!

We ordered pizza with prosciutto. All of the pizza varieties here are pretty simple: never more than maybe two toppings in addition to the standard sauce and cheese. Ours was topped with prosciutto and a sprinkling of basil. The crust was thin, well-bubbled, and floppy, with a few charred spots, but they only added to the overall flavor. Pizzas here are baked in a 700 degree wood-fired oven. Charring is natural and welcomed.

The prosciutto appeared to have been added a little later in the baking process: it was still soft rather than the frazzled slivers I was anticipating. The cheese was fresh and delicious, and the sauce was thin, yet chunky. Overall, a perfectly balanced pizza, and very similar to those I ate in Italy. Buon Appetito! (I think that's right?)

We ordered dessert. After pizza, something heavy just wouldn't be right; we ordered milk chocolate ice cream topped with hazelnuts, fresh raspberries, and cream. It was a perfect finish: sweet, but not heavy. What made it even sweeter: we didn't get charged for it. Yay! Free dessert.
The verdict? Two enthusiastic thumbs up. My vote for favorite "fancy" pizza in Portland.


Ken's Artisan Pizza
304 SE 28th
Portland, OR 97209
503.517.9951
Hours: Tues-Sat 5 pm-10 pm
http://www.kensartisan.com/pizza.html


Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Hood to Coast in Veritas

So Hood to Coast was a success, at least from my barbecue perspective, but I think all the runners will concur as well.
Our "cabin" (a large house, really) was in the tiny town of Gearhart, where I've never been before, but rather enjoyed. The beach was a short, straight shot from the house, and required walking through some very tall Anne of Green Gables-esque grass (see images at left and below). The moody weather added to the overall atmosphere. Note to other Hood to Coasters: if you didn't make it out to the beach, you totally missed out!




Okay, back to the point of this blog: food. Loading my car that morning was a marathon and relay race combined. I live on the 3rd floor of a brick walk-up, and having no one to help me, ended up running up and down the stairs while carrying many heavy and ungainly objects probably 20 times. Showering that morning was an effort made in vain.
After dinner was over, it was clear I had brought too much. But I would much rather err on the side of too much food than too little; leaving exhausted runners hungry would have bordered on a crime.
So, dinner.
Everyone was in a good mood. I was even feeling pretty relaxed which I totally didn't expect since I tend to not do well in large groups, and often get quiet and grumpy. But no! I was happy, I was relaxed. Hooray. As all the runners started to arrive, dinner was prepped, and I was playing pool and drinking beer while Louis Prima blared on my I-Pod amp. An excellent way to start the evening.
Everyone ripped into beer first thing (photo below), so by the time we were ready for a toast, the 6 bottles of Cava seemed unnecessary. Only 3 ended up being opened. Not at all what I expected. Oh well.
The biggest hits of the menu seemed to be the green salad, pesto pasta, salmon, and cheesecake, although everything else was at least nibbled on.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to hang out with Amy (she's a friend of mine), because she and Lindan, her fiance', were quite tired and went to bed early, and then were up and on their way back to Seattle before I even woke up Sunday. But here they are during dinner:
Jeremy organized the whole thing, and, I would say, did an excellent job. I was able to get to know his wife, Eden, during this event, as we carpooled up to our volunteer site together. She's very cool, and has great taste in kitchen backsplash tile. Here's a mildly funny story that happened after the majority of people left: Eden, Bruno, Charles (international supermodel/contractor), and I were sitting around the kitchen table chatting while Jeremy snoozed on the couch. Eden decided to go check on him, and all of a sudden started whisper-laughing. We looked over, and there was Jeremy, asleep on the couch, hood up, sunglasses on, and medal proudly around his neck. I thought that Eden had done that to him as a joke while he was sleeping. But no. It was purely accidental. It would have made an excellent photo for the bulletin board at work, but, alas, he woke up. Oh well.
I'm not sure what else to say, so I will post the rest of the photos that came out half-decent.




Hopefully, see you all next year!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Midnight Potato Salad and 10:30 p.m. Pesto

Well, not actually midnight potato salad but probably 11:30 at least. Whatever time it was, I was tired, but I had accomplished what I need to. So, again, I'm exhausted. We had a logistical gathering tonight for Hood to Coast at Old Town Pizza (recommended--fun place--reminds me of high school), and since it started at 6:00, I thought I would be home in plenty of time to relax, study, etc. But no. Most people didn't show up until at least 6:30, and then there was schmoozing, blah blah blah. So I didn't leave until after 8:00. But the pizza was good, and free, and really the people there were very nice.
But I digress. The point is the food, right? So after getting home and having my second meltdown in 2 days, I'm ready to blog.

First of all, the first photo is of the potato salad discussed in my previous blog. It turned out well, tasted good, wore me out, and I'm glad that it's done. The photos immediately above show just the tip of the iceberg that is the mess formerly known as my living room. It is covered with groceries. I think that is contributing to my mental drain. What is depicted below is my bursting refrigerator.

It seemed like too much to deal with this morning, so I went to Ken's for breakfast. But that's actually okay, because I LOVE going to Ken's for breakfast. So that really wasn't a hardship. It's my favorite bakery in the whole world. And, I promise, that when I have enough time, I will write a full review of Ken's Artisan Bakery. Really, I swear. But everything is under control. I've finished doing everything, including making the last of the pesto tonight.

I feel very accomplished being in charge of all this stuff, but it really wears me out. I will post another blog or two in this series, depicting the culmination of all my efforts Saturday at the beach, unless I forget my camera. But considering I look like this lately,


I think it will be a good thing when I have time to relax again. I'm not exactly glowing and stunning (well, perhaps stunningly bad) at the moment. I need my beauty sleep.

Goodnight.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hood to Coast to Safeway to Fred Meyer to Trader Joe's


I am exhausted right now. I volunteered to volunteer for my company's Hood to Coast team, and am also responsible for the barbeque afterwards. I'm actually pretty excited about it; I love event planning, but at the same time, it can be quite draining. So I planned out the menu, thinking, "oh, this will be easy, I'll just get a bunch of catered stuff: salads, pies, etc. etc." But then I started realizing how much it would all cost, and although I didn't technically have a budget, out-of-control menu costs probably wouldn't go over too well. This is a barbeque, after all, not a night out at Saucebox.
So I revised. Here is my present (and final, as I've finished all the shopping) menu:
  • Baked Salmon
  • Homemade! Potato salad (more on that later)
  • Pesto Pasta (homegrown basil)
  • Green salad
  • Cava
  • Beer, Beer, and more Beer
  • Cherry and Apple pies
  • Cheesecake
  • Hansens soda, sparkling water
  • Potato and tortilla chips
  • Watermelon
  • Grapes
Shopping is much more exhausting than I expected: I've been to some of the stores 3 times, either because one thing I need was on sale one day, and another was on sale the next; or because I just plain forgot something, dammit!
The photo above is the early stages of my potato salad. It has now reached completion, but I am too tired to photograph it and discuss everything tonight. But this is probably my biggest event-planning feat yet. So it seems important to blog it. Yeah, I've planned for 15+ people before, but I've not ever had to actually cook for them. So we will see how it goes. More tomorrow....

Sunday, August 5, 2007

My Recent Crops

Beautiful Gladiolas

















Basil, Basil, & More Basil















1/2 Pound of Green Beans