Curry Veggie Burgers

My last attempt at making veggie burgers was also my first attempt – and my first experience with tofu. I was 14 and a vegetarian newbie, so I turned to Fantastic Foods' veggie burger mix on aisle two of the health food store. I don’t know anyone who has been successful with tofu on the first go round, and my first try was dreadful. Removing moisture from tofu is paramount to many recipes, but I didn’t know that at this time.

The recipe for veggie burgers in The America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook, a recent Christmas present, doesn’t use tofu, but, again, removing moisture from the bulgur wheat, lentils and cooked vegetables that go into the burger is crucial.

I did as the recipe said, and my mix was still too moist. I added more bread crumbs, and when I ran out of bread crumbs, I added flour until I thought the patties were firm enough.

I fried the patties as instructed. I baked another batch of patties. I enjoyed the baked patties better – less oil and the baking took away some of the moisture from the patties.

The flavor of the patties is mushroomy-meaty, but I thought they needed more kick. I added more garlic than the recipe called for, and also added curry powder and cumin, making them curry burgers.

They say you can freeze the uncooked patties for later, but I just ate them all this past week!

Curry Veggie Burgers
Adapted from The America's Test Kitchen Family Cookbook
makes about 12 patties

2 cups water
salt
¾ cup bulgur wheat
1 pound mushrooms, sliced
2 onions, minced
1 rib celery, finely chopped
1 large leek, white and light green parts finely chopped
5 garlic cloves, minced
3 tablespoons plus 1 teaspoon vegetable oil
1 (15-ounce) can brown lentils, rinsed and patted dry
1 cup raw, unsalted cashews, finely chopped
1/3 cup mayonnaise (or vegan mayo)
pepper, to taste
3 tablespoons curry powder
2 teaspoons cumin
¾ cup breadcrumbs (more if needed)

• Bring water and pinch of salt to a boil in a saucepan, remove from heat, stir in bulgur, cover, and let stand 15-20 minutes. Drain in a fine-mesh strainer, and press excess moisture using a spatula. Set aside.
• Add mushrooms, onions, celery, leek, garlic, 1 teaspoon oil, and ½ teaspoon salt in a large skillet. Cover and cook over medium-low heat for 10-15 minutes, stirring often.
• Uncover vegetables, turn up heat, and cook until liquid has evaporated. Spread vegetables out on a baking sheet to cool.
• Combine the bulgur, vegetables, lentils, cashews, mayonnaise, pepper, curry powder, and cumin. Pulse half the mixture in the food processor 15-20 pulses, and transfer to a large bowl. Repeat with other half. Stir in breadcrumbs. If mixture is too tacky, add more breadcrumbs, so you can handle the mixture.
• Form into ½-inch-thick patties, and place on a greased baking sheet. Bake at 350°for 30 minutes, flipping patties at the half way point.

Blogiversary!

It's been two years today since I started this blog, and I'm gonna say the exact thing I said last year at this time – I can't believe I'm still writing this crap on this blog! But I thank each and every one of you who reads, and, possibly, enjoys what nonsense I have to say. It's a lot of fun, if not time consuming.

The only real downside of the blog, besides the occasional attack comment coming out of left field, is that I weigh ten pounds more than when I started the blog (like how I transfered the blame?), but there are most definitely upsides. I'll leave the best 'til the very end, because those who know me know that I'm a huge optimist (guffaw) and like to leave things on a perky, happy note.

Without further adieu, the year in review...
Favorite Posts From the Past Year
The longer posts on Waffle House, ING Cafe, and the Riverfront Market are my favorites. Surprisingly, none of these locations are in Philly.

Favorite Restaurants Reviewed
There are lots of restaurants visited in the last year that I'd go back to in a heart beat – Genelle's, Tiffin, Bar Ferdinand, Silk City, Chicks, The Ugly American, Talula's Table, and Giwa – but here are the ones on the list that I actually have gone back to (it's a big city, and it's hard to choose between a favorite and the unknown) – Meju, A Full Plate Cafe, Los Caballitos, and Royal Tavern. It looks like I prefer casual restaurants – with good food, of course!Best Thing from a Restaurant That I put In My Mouth
Vegetable curry at Genelle's!!! It's in Wilmington. I can't believe it, either.

Best Non-Dessert Recipes From This Year
Kick it homestyle with the easiest biscuit recipe ever.
It's still chilly out. Cooks Illustrated's white chili and Thai-style "chicken" soup.To Die For Ice Cream
I got an ice cream maker and went bezerk, and I know you did, too. I command you to make Banana Pudding Ice Cream, and Basil Ice Cream with Chocolate Chunks.

Most Anticipated Dessert
I'm praying the grape vines don't get diseased, so I can make Green Grape Pie again.Vacation!
Went to a plush Jamaican resort in the spring to see my boyfriend's baby brother get married. No beer for me, but lots of girly drinks. Then went to Wichita, Kansas for the stateside wedding reception. Managed a peek at Botanica in Wichita. Fourth of July means lots of food, lots of drinks, fireworks, and driving cars in to ditches (not me!) at my sister's place in Charleston, SC. A weekend trip to DC is only two hours away. Don't miss the market at Du Pont Circle when in DC. A weekend at Delaware's beaches is also only a couple of hours away. I compulsively look for shells when on the beach. My boyfriend's granddad taught me a few things in Corpus Christi, TX. I also discovered paletas in Texas. A trip to Virginia for another wedding right at peek fall foliage. And, finially, Austin revisited.Philly Fun
How can you not hit up the Philly Italian Market Festival? The Mexican food at the fest is my fav, though. A bike tour of Philadelphia's urban farms was super sweet. I ended up meeting fellow blogger Jennie, who helped organize and lead the tour. Hit up Greenfest on South Street. Saw my friend Mark hawking his wares, Organic Mechanics Potting Soil. It's the shit, yo! You can get bags of his soil at Whole Foods and a bunch of other places. Participated in Center City's Restaurant Week and ended up with a reservation at Mantra. Research revealed that Restaurant Week is not a great bargain for vegetarians. They upped the price since then, and now it's like paying a hefty fine if you're a vegetarian.
New Projects
Did I hit you over the head with the urban gardening going on in the back yard? Let me do it again. I also decided to give Wilmington some love. Glad I did, or I wouldn't have found Genelle's.Brush With Foodie Fame
So, my Dad was featured on an episode of No Reservations! I had heard about the show, but didn't have access to The Travel Channel. When I got wind of my Dad's adventures with Tony, I ordered up some really expensive cable television to be sure not to miss it, and also read Kitchen Confidential. I'm a Bourdain fan now, like most of you out there. (Did you see the picture of Bourdain in My Last Supper? Naked with a hunk of meat in front of his hunk of meat? I did. Meat and old men never looked so good.) I waited in the long line outside the Free Library of Philadelphia last December when Bourdain came through on a book tour to get my Dad an autographed copy of No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach. When I told him to make it out to my Dad, he was startled and asked who the hell I was (in a nice way). I'm my Dad's spawn, Tony.
Photos by Foodaphilia

Best Thing Last
I'm excited to have connected with a bunch of Philly food bloggers that I drop comments on (pretty much every one over in the side bar under Philly Food Blogs) with the Philly Food Blogger Meetups that were organized this past year with the help of E. and Marisa after a long string of emails. I ran into E. at her place of work, I ran into Jennie on the urban bike tour, and I ambushed David after getting my hair cut around the corner from his place of work (sorry, David), so when I saw on a Foodaphilia post that Marisa and E. ran into each other out on the town , I thought, you know, we ought to just all run into each other on purpose. I'm glad we got it together. If you're still out there blogging about food in the Philly area, and haven't joined up, drop me a line. You never know what will come of it. I talked my way into a trip to Portugal with Jennie at the last shindig!

So, that was last year. Here's to next year!

The Ugly American

This is how they suck you in.

I’m so excited that The Ugly American opened up on the corner of Front and Federal in Pennsport this past December. Why? Because it’s right around the corner from my Philly digs.

We went the other night for our first time (holidays delayed things), and our server was the friendliest server I’ve ever encountered, but walked the line of too friendly. She told us all sort of amusing personal tales – the male pattern baldness in her family, her trip to Chicago, and many other snippets relating to our group. We were in the mood for the stories and happily countered with our own.

A complimentary basket of biscuits landed on our table with a cheerful interjection, “Don’t you love us already?” Yes, we do love you. And we love the biscuits. The biscuits at The Ugly American are tender with a crispy, greasy crust, but sweeter than the biscuits you make at home. I loved their biscuits, even though I know biscuits are not supposed to be that sweet. Sugar is a powerful drug.

In our party of two omnivores, one pescatarian, and one vegetarian, the flesh eaters ended up ordering the two vegetarian mushroom ball entrees, so I don’t have many dishes to report on.

The two omnivores ordered the exact same thing – the potato and leek soup, and the vegetarian mushroom ball po boy with escarole, goat cheese, and side of macaroni salad.

They both enjoyed the truffle oil on top of the creamy potato and leek soup. One thought the mushroom sandwich could have used sauce; the other argued that the sandwich was just fine if you got a bit of goat cheese with each bite.

The side of macaroni salad that accompanied the mushroom ball po boy was generous, and my favorite dish of the night. Cold macaroni salad is one of my guilty pleasures, and The Ugly American’s version is sweet, creamy, and absolutely perfect. (Some pics missing; too sloshed to hold camera steady.)

You can also get the mushroom balls atop pasta with julienne vegetables and truffle cream. I’ve never had anything quite like these mushroom balls – dark, musty, and flavor packed. They are excellent, but I’m glad the dish comes with only three balls, as I find them a bit over powering. If you like truffles, you’ll love these mushroom balls.

I had to order the macaroni and cheese entrée. At $16, I thought this oversized side was a bit pricey, as was most of the food and drink menu. I found the creamy cheese sauce bland, and I don’t normally like vegetables in my mac and cheese, but was happy to find a little variety with peas and cauliflower in what could have been a very bland meal of cheesy pasta. Of course – duh – I’m picky about mac and cheese, but most of you will love The Ugly American’s mac and cheese.

The dessert list has a couple interesting items. We were torn between the apple pie with cheddar cheese ice cream and the cookie plate with root beer pudding. We went with the cookie plate with root beer pudding. There were four types of homemade cookies – sugar, peanut butter, chocolate chip, and ginger snap. All of the cookies were of the hard type, so if you’re a soft cookie person, this is not for you. The root beer pudding most definitely tasted of root beer, and was quite interesting, but root beer pudding just should not exist. This dessert is for die-hard root beer lovers only.

So, a little hit and miss for, mostly, me at The Ugly American, but I’ll definitely be back. Our friendly and forthcoming server says the grits are awesome, and she’s from the South, so knows good grits. I was torn – mac and cheese or grits – but had to get the mac and cheese out of the way first. Round two for grits is slated soon.

The Ugly American
1100 S. Front St, Philadelphia, PA, 19147
215-363-1100
Mon.-Thurs., 5 p.m.-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat., 5 p.m.-11 p.m.; bar menu ‘til midnight; Sun. brunch, 11 a.m.-3 p.m.

Misnomer

Still hibernating…

This is what happens when someone calls a cake a fruitcake, but should have called it cherry-studded boozy brownies, and you fill the batter nearly to the top, because real fruitcakes don’t rise that much, because there’s not a lot of batter to rise in a fruitcake, but there was definitely more batter than fruit in this cake. I blame him for the misleading name, and myself for not listening to my instinct.

I Told You Once. Now, I'll Tell You Twice.

I’m gonna take the quick way out of blogging here, because I’m just not in the mood. Winter is dragging me down, making me want to crawl in a hole, and not move or think.

Remember the post on the ornamental sweet potato experiment where I concluded with a recipe for sweet potato mash that the sweet potato vines you pick up at the garden center to grow in your containers and gardens are just as tasty as the sweet potatoes you pick up in the grocery store?

Well, the photo above is further proof that they’re edible and delicious. This sweet potato pie was prepared last Thanksgiving, not by me, but by someone I convinced to use the tubers in their garden, and was just as good as the usual orange pie. No one died, and everyone went back for seconds. Booyah!

Sabrina's Too

How dare an outsider come into our town, and put down our dining institutions!

I’ll be the first to admit that the popular weekend brunch spot in my hometown was a mediocre, piece-of-shit excuse for a restaurant, but I went there every other weekend, and would probably have taken you there as my guest, because that’s where everyone went – and it was the only place in town to get a tofu scramble and tempeh sausage breakfast. Looking back, I’d be ashamed to take you there.

Now, I’m not saying Sabrina’s is shame worthy like my local brunch hot spot. Sabrina's most definitely is not. I’ve been to the original Sabrina’s a few times, and, more often than not, it puts out some decent food. I’m just saying that Sabrina’s doesn’t deserve the devotion of so many Philadelphians lining up outside the door every weekend waiting for hours to eat a brunch just as good as many other brunches to be had around town.

To alleviate the lines, and possibly capitalize on their success, Sabrina’s opened a second location serving the same menu; Sabrina’s Too in the Fairmount neighborhood. Now, I’ll go to Sabrina’s if I don’t have to wait in a long line.

There was a line at Sabrina’s Too, but it wasn’t out the door like at Sabrina’s Bella Vista location, although I can imagine that if you hit Sabrina’s Too at the right time, it can extend to the street. The wait at Sabrina’s Too was only 15-20 minutes. Not bad.

I know the extravagant, dessert-like pancakes and French toast concoctions on the specials board are heavenly, but what happens when you order something uncertain and off the beaten ordering path?

Lots of folks hate egg salad, and would never think of ordering an egg salad sandwich from a restaurant. I usually think better of it, too, even though I like egg salad. The mouth-stretchingly large egg salad sandwich at Sabrina’s was beyond bland, and the dressing/binder was thin.

Sabrina’s signature sweet potato fries sprinkled with cinnamon and powdered sugar accompany the sandwich (can get regular fries instead), along with a dab of tangy coleslaw. The sides were the best things on the plate. The server asked how I found the sandwich in a knowing tone, and recommended the tuna salad sandwich next time.

How about an omelet filled with apples and cheddar cheese? Omelet and cheese – check. Apple and cheese – check. Omelet, cheese, and apple – not good. This combination sounded good, but left us saying, “Ew.”

I think a sharp cheese would have taken the sweet edge off the apples, and made this dish better. The melted white cheddar inside the omelet was mild, even though the menu described the cheese as sharp. Maybe the combo of apples and eggs were the problem. The toast was whole-grainy good, and the potatoes could have used seasoning.

With that last experience at Sabrina’s, I’ll stand behind my assertion that Sabrina’s is living and growing on undeserved hype. (I can feel the shit storm coming. This happened when I nay-sayed the holy Philly institution of Monks. How dare I?)

Sabrina's Cafe & Spencer's Too
1802 Callowhill St., Philadelphia, PA, 19130
215-636-9061
Tues.-Sat., 8 a.m.-10 p.m.; Sun.-Mon., 8 a.m.-4 p.m.

My New Favorite Snack

I’m not really sure what I did at the last Philly food blogger potluck, thanks to running around and pouring myself stiff drinks. I do know that all the food was good, and that I almost – yes, almost – didn’t sample my favorite dish of the night.

When my boyfriend yelled across the table, “You gotta try these. They’re…uh…something like...uh…kielbasa.” (If it weren’t for the fact that my Dad reads this blog, a bad Polish sausage joke would have followed that last sentence. You can thank my Dad.) Yeah, I didn’t rush over to sample the kielbasa.

What the confused boy meant to say was patra, or maybe colocasia. Patra are Indian rolls made with colocasia leaves (elephant ears, or taro leaves), and a spicy batter.

It wasn’t until the house was almost empty, and Tushar from PhillyFoodGuys started to pack up the leftover patra he brought, that I sampled one. I was in love.

I cleaned him out, and left him with nothing to take home (this is how I usually treat men). I ate them for a midnight snack, I ate them for breakfast, and then I went to International Foods and Spices in West Philly to stock up that very day.

You can make these at home, that is, if you can find patra leaves in ethnic markets. You can, also, find patra rolls in the frozen food section of Indian markets. They’re good right out of the box, but better if you do as Tushar says. He told me to heat up some oil with whole spices, sauté the slices, and then squeeze lots of lemon on top. Top with chutney, or leave plain.

I was trying my hardest at the end of the night to take in all the info, but under social situations (bourbon) my memory is worse than an amnesiac’s. Other than star anise, I missed what spices Tushar recommended to sauté the patra with. I went with whole cardamom, whole cumin, and whole cloves because that’s what I had on hand, but I’m sure star anise, mustard seed, and coriander seed would be nice, as well.

I hope you all got/get a chance to sample these. Had I sampled them earlier, you wouldn’t have gotten a chance.