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I enjoyed interviewing Andrea Calek for Eater Drinks. Check out the story here. And more of my photos below, from his visit to June Bar.

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Originally published on Collectively.org. Photos by Alex Brook Lynn.

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Unless you’re a pretty elite food industry or media professional (like Pete Wells), chances are you couldn’t get into the WastED pop-up that Dan Barber threw this month at his NYC restaurant, Blue Hill. Well, get over that FOMO – because the important thing is that food waste is the hot issue of the moment, and now is the time to make sure it doesn’t fall off our radar.

One of the cool things about Barber’s pop-up is that he sought waste materials to use on his menu from all over NYC – bruised leaves from the outer edges of cabbage heads from a Bronx restaurant supplier; imperfectly rolled noodles from a pasta shop; and juice pulp from Melvin’s Juice Box, a colorful Jamaican-inspired spot in the West Village. These collaborations naturally created a unique dialogue between businesses across the city, about waste.

We were invited to partake in a mini-pop-up at Melvin’s, which is attached to a Caribbean restaurant called Miss Lily’s and a record shop. The restaurant has been around for five years, and the juice bar for only three, but within that short time Melvin and chef Adam Schopps have developed a devoted neighborhood following, due to the amazing vibe inside their eateries — not to mention the delicious food.

The place was hoppin’ when we got there around lunchtime, but chef stepped aside to whip up his juice pulp burgers for us.

Chef Adam Schop used juice pulp from Melvin’s to make us a seriously awesome (and vegan, except for the cheese) veggie burger. For real, we were amazed at how good it tasted – we wouldn’t lie to you! And not only is this is a great way to repurpose waste, it’s also super healthy: juice pulp is full of vitamins and minerals, including lots of fiber.

Here’s the recipe, but you can totally improvise and play with the proportions.

Chef Adam Schop’s Recipe For Delicious Vegan Juice Pulp Veggie Burgers

Serves 4

Feel free to vary the recipe as much as you want. Here’s what Chef made for us.

Start by mixing together your leftover juice pulp!

1 cup beet pulp

1 cup carrot pulp

½ cup red cabbage pulp

½ cup red bell pepper pulp

¼ cup green apple pulp

¼ cup pear pulp

Now, add your proteins and binders.

½ cup cooked red kidney beans

1 cup cooked quinoa

¼ cup raw sunflower seeds

¼ cup crushed raw cashews

Throw in some seasonings!

Salt & pepper

Chopped up garlic sautéed in sesame oil (or just add sesame oil)

Extra firm tofu, sliced thin and cooked in vegetable oil 20 minutes or until very dry

Form into patties. Let them sit in the fridge for 20-30 minutes. Put a little vegetable oil in a non-stick cooking pan. Once the oil is hot, turn the flame to medium and put the patties in. Cook until brown on each side. Top with cheese if you wish, and place on a warm bun with any toppings you like. Voila!

That’s chef on the left, and Melvin on the right. We were totally inspired to start doing these veggie burgers with pulp leftover from juicing at home.

All photos by Alex Brook Lynn

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Originally published on Refinery29.com. Photos by Alex Brook Lynn, copyright protected.

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After a long day at work, then evening classes or a gym session, the last thing you’re about to do is whip up a gourmet three-course meal. More likely, your fingertips are on the food delivery app on your phone – meaning, you’ll spend at least twenty bucks, just for one dinner.

There is one recipe you need to know about, with ingredients you can always have on hand. You can whip it up at 11pm on a random night when you need something salty, delicious — and which takes no longer than twenty minutes.

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Pasta puttanesca is a dish of southern Italy, and it’s basically anchovy paste, capers, olives, a little tomato, and spaghetti. The word “puttanesca” is derived from the Italian for “whore.” Personally, I find myself smiling a little bit when I’m making pasta puttanesca at 11am in my undies, sipping a cold glass of white wine, thinking that I’m making whore’s pasta. Maybe we could say that the contemporary version of the dish is basically the working girl’s pasta. If you want, you can sing “She works hard for the money,” while stirring the saucepan.

There is a little bit of debate as to where exactly pasta puttanesca comes from, and how the name came about. I asked Keith Beavers, owner of the East Village, NYC Italian restaurant In Vino, to help me figure it out.

“Originally, it’s said to be named that way because the ladies of the night would get off very late, and they only had a few ingredients in their kitchen, so they threw together whatever they could find,” is what Keith told me. In other words, pasta puttanesca just refers to ingredients hastily thrown together – whatever you’ve got in the pantry. Olives, capers, anchovies, tomatoes, are all commonly found in Southern Italian pantries. And they should be in yours!

I started making pasta puttanesca recently because I moved into an apartment with a teeny tiny kitchen, which isn’t ideal for more elaborate dishes. It has quickly become my favorite weeknight dish, and once you’ve made it you won’t really need a recipe because it’s that easy.

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Here is my personal rendition of pasta puttanesca. I recommend enjoying a glass of dry, nutty white wine from Southern Italy along with the meal. Actually, whites from Italy are pretty much some of the best values you can find out there. Southern Italian whites I love include Falanghina, Greco, Fiano, and Vermentino. Feeling into red? Try Aglianico, one of Southern Italy’s prettiest and earthiest red grapes, and also a good value.

 

Pasta Puttanesca

Serves one working girl

 

You need:

1 bag spaghetti or bucatini

Salt

3-4 Tbs. olive oil

2-3 Tbs. anchovy paste

2-3 Tbs. tomato paste

Capers

Black olives without pits, roughly chopped

1 little jar anchovies (optional but recommended)

Red pepper flakes

Freshly ground black pepper

 

Steps:

Boil a large pot of salted water for the pasta. Meanwhile, start the sauce.

First, heat up olive oil in a non-stick saucepan or a cast iron skillet. When the oil is hot, add the capers and olives. Stir them for one minute with a wooden spoon.

Add in the anchovy paste and tomato paste one after the other, and whisk it all together so the ingredients combine. If you are using anchovies, add them here.

Keep adding in tiny teaspoons of the tomato paste and whisking the sauce.

When the water boils, add however much pasta you want for yourself (1/3 of the package is good in proportion to the sauce). Now, this is very important: you need to make sure not to overcook the pasta, because you’re going to let it finish cooking in the sauce. So, if the package says 11 minutes, give it only 9. Use a timer! No overcooked pasta!

Use tongs to lift the pasta out of the water – don’t toss the water yet – letting the pasta air dry for a moment, before dropping it directly into the sauce. Cover the dish and let the pasta fry in the sauce for one minute. Uncover, add about ½ cup of the pasta water, stir, and cover again.

Last steps: sprinkle red pepper flakes. Twirl it all into a pretty pile on your plate and enjoy!

 

 

On Sunday, I moved into a new apartment. Was feeling pretty good about it. Monday, left the house in a hurry, aware that my commute would take longer — a bus and a train, as opposed to just the train.

I saw the B44 clanking on by, and started jogging. My backpack, carrying my laptop, thumped against my shoulders. The bus and I played cat-and-mouse until finally, after crossing Atlantic, I boarded, out of breath but content that I would not be late to work, or at least not late enough that I would miss the 10am edit meeting.

As soon as I got on, I reached into the side pocket of my backpack, for my phone — planning to do my usual morning commute read-through of e-mails and Twitter and whatnot, thinking ahead to what I would respond to or use in my labors as an Internet writer.

It wasn’t there, and a very bad feeling came over me. Immediately, I got off the bus, backtracked, and started looking. Back at my apartment, I logged into iCloud and used the “Find My iPhone” app. It appeared that the phone was just one block away from my place, so I went there.

“Excuse me, have you . . . seen a phone anywhere?” I sheepishly asked a group of guys standing around on the corner. That’s how I met the residents of our local shelter. Two guys, both named John, walked up and down the block with me for several minutes, but the phone was nowhere to be found.

Later on, and over the next two days, I watched the phone travel, deeper and deeper into East New York, into neighborhoods that I had never lived in. Watching the little pin change locations on the interactive map, I was reminded that, despite having lived in Brooklyn for going on seven years, I am still a newcomer; that there are and will always be areas that I feel comfortable in and ones that, by contrast, I know not to be my stomping-grounds.

An eBay order took place, and the phone arrived. In between, there was much drama: at work, I had to borrow colleagues’ cell phones, and found that trying to get a landline at the Vice Office is probably a bit like trying to get a Visa to travel to China. Despite requests, and mysterious half-promises, it never came. Meanwhile, I realized that I’d entered the wrong address (off by one digit) for the eBay delivery, which of course created more drama, and a very drawn-out visit to the Crown Heights post office that I won’t bore you with.

All throughout the week, I had to explain over and over again that people couldn’t call me, I didn’t have a phone. Within two minutes of having said that, people would say, “OK, text me!” — completely oblivious to the possibility that I could not do such a thing. (As it turned out, Messenger came in very handy as my texting instrument.)

But on Saturday, a woman I met in the T-Mobile store on 6th Avenue showed me just how much it can debilitate a person when an iPhone goes missing. Continue Reading »

Originally published on Collectively.org. Some photos mine, copyright protected.

Chef Amana Cohen EDITED

Chef Amanda Cohen, photo by Rachel Signer

If you’ve ever been a server, chances are you’ve watched your day’s wages disappear when snow or rain starts coming down hard, and all the reservations cancel. If you’ve ever been a line cook, most likely you’ve bitterly wondered why, with your culinary degree and rock-star knife skills, you’re earning the same hourly wage as the 19-year-old hostess who spends her time texting behind the podium.

Last fall, the Economic Policy Institute reported that 40 percent of restaurant workers live in poverty. And on top of providing low wages — maybe $12 per hour for a line cook in any critically-acclaimed restaurant in cities as expensive as L.A., New York, or San Francisco — very few restaurant jobs offer benefits like health insurance. Yet, many people, have chosen to pursue these careers because they love them and have culinary or service talent.

One chef in New York City is taking a stance against the unfair employment structure that pervades restaurants across the country.

Photo by Rachel Signer

Amanda Cohen’s vegetarian restaurant, Dirt Candy, recently re-opened in a new space, with an unusual proposition: no tipping. Instead, diners will pay an “administrative fee” of 20 percent on top of their meal price. Cohen’s workers are paid between $15-$25 per hour, with the exception of managers, who are salaried. Continue Reading »

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A wine importer I know recently proclaimed that there are “no more than ten places in New York City where you can eat or drink really well.” At first that sounds extraordinarily hyperbolic, but let me point out that this importer focuses on artisanal, natural wines, and very, very good ones. So, he’s a snob.

I have no problem with snobbery — if you’ve got great taste, then stick to your guns and accept nothing other than the best, I say. Yet, I believe that there must be more than ten places in NYC where you can eat well and choose from a well-curated list of interesting, well-made wines.

So, here’s my first pass. Gonna see what he thinks.

1. Reynard – pretty much hands down bad-ass menus and wine list. Entirely unobjectionable. (Let’s include all Tarlow restos here as one list item, tho Reynard is my fave.)

2. Estela – haven’t eaten there yet but I suspect it’s a winner.

3. King Bee – Acadian food and natural wine in the East Village. Want!

4. Dirt Candy – have a res for Friday and high expectations; the list looks killah.

5. Gramercy Tavern – I personally can’t afford to eat there but can we agree it deserves a spot on this list?

6. The Dutch – OK, I know my importer friend would disagree with me re: the list, since it’s entirely domestic except for Champagne, and that’s fine — some people really only like Old World wines — but I am all about the food at the Dutch, and I also totally dig Cali wines. So there. (p.s. maybe inquire about leftover wines from pre-domestic!)

7. Trestle on Tenth – this was his addition to the list. Looks good.

8. Glasserie – let’s discuss whether having a very, very eclectic list that’s got “something for everybody” counts as good, but let’s also accept that the food at Glasserie is out of control insanely delicious.

9. Prune – when I ate there, we had a “cheap and cheerful” Jaqueres from Savoie for 36 bucks alongside a truly memorable meal of maitake mushrooms on toast, and lamb. Anything wrong with that?

10. June – guys, I love June so much, I have friends who work there and I find the space inspiring and inviting, plus, duh, the wine rocks. But having eaten there twice, I feel totally unmotivated to re-order anything I tried. So, that’s not good. Maybe the menu will get more exciting?

11. Maison Premiere – also iffy, unless you really only want seafood.

12. Contra – absolutely, fucking yes, was pretty much made for this kind of natural-wine-meets-innovative-food kind of thing.

13. Pearl and Ash – they should be on here just for the octopus and the chicken butter bread. And, yeah, the wine is not bad.

14. Semilla – if you are a living breathing human being and you occasionally read the food media, you are probably aware that Semilla is like the resto of the century, in terms of its food. And having seen Pam and Jose at a number of wine tastings, and watched them select wine before, I’m gonna say it’s a win-win here.

15. Cosme – word on the street is you want their stuff in your mouth, alls of its.

I MADE IT TO FIFTEEN. So, there. And I missed, like, so many . . . which you’ll probably tell me about? Go ahead, jump in! But don’t get mad because I forgot something. This is just a stupid blog post, after all.

short list:

Upland – no wine menu listed on their site but their home page shows pics of Steve Matthiason so, I’m on board.

Roberta’s – great wine, but I’ve never been thaaaaaat into the food.

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