Tag: Mushroom Stock

  • ODDS and ENDS: Tired, Mushroom Stock, and Writing in a Cafe

    ODDS and ENDS: Tired, Mushroom Stock, and Writing in a Cafe

    (Have you got nothing to say?)

    I need more sleep. I think I have been saying this since I was fifteen years old. And I like naps, but what I am here to talk about is that I need more of the bedtime type of sleep. And what I also need is for my body to stop waking up between 5:30a and 6a in the morning. That I think is what is holding me back. Sure, I could go to bed earlier – that’s logical. But what is more logical is for my brain to stay turned off until 7a or 8a. That would be the biggest help. See, if I go to bed at 9p to 10p, my body wakes up at 5:30a. If I go to bed at midnight or 1a, again, the body wakes me up at 5:30a. I’ve tried to explain to my brain and body that all the cool shit in the world happens between 11p and 2a – its a magical time. So, if we could adjust that internal wake up call, then all parties would be happy. Could you do that for me?

    I make my own mushroom stock for Thanksgiving. I’m not bringing this up to toot my own horn here, as the recipe I use is stupidly simple. Anyone could do it. No, the reason I bring this up is because not too long ago, at least in Manhattan anyway, it was easy to get mushroom stock at virtually any grocery store. Then all of a sudden it disappeared. Couldn’t get it anywhere. I could order it online, but to do that, I had to buy in bulk, like six cartons, when all I needed was just one quart. Same thing with shrimp/seafood stock. It just disappeared from the store shelves.

    I write in a cafe now. Not all the time, but a few days a week. Nothing special here, just something that I started doing again. It took about a month, but now the guys who work at the cafe recognize me, and get my coffee ready when I walk in the door. It’s a part of being a “regular” in New York City that makes living here cool.

  • French Café Music

    Every now and then, I get semi-obsessed with music. Either a band, song, composer, or genera. The last time I was taken in was when I discovered the works of Erik Satie, which caused me to listen to as much of his music as I could, and also find out as much about him as possible. I don’t think I’m alone in having these waves of obsession when it comes to music. It’s like short little love affairs, or infatuations.

    So, and follow me on this, I was looking up new egg recipes the other day. My goal was to find a new egg breakfast dish to make on the weekends for my family; something a little fancy, but also easy. (You know, just like me.) And I came across this video for oeufs cocotte. It was that background music that I got obsessed over. It’s “Valse de la Rose” and I think its performed by Les Petits Parisians. I could be wrong on that, but according to Spotify, it sounds pretty damn close.

    Besides deciding that oeufs cocotte would be my next culinary challenge, as I don’t cook many French inspired foods, that café music was playing on repeat in my head. After a couple of days, I got on my Spotify account and typed in “French café music” and sure enough, there is a playlist for that. I can only listen to so much of this style of music. Not that I get tired of it, but my wife and daughter do, and there are limits to my small obsessions that my family can endure.

    But today, I have to task of making mushroom stock, as it is needed for our Thanksgiving dinner, and the music is doing a nice job of underscoring the work that I need to do in the kitchen today. Sure, it’s a little silly and hokey, but still feels a little appropriate.