Archive | February, 2011

The First Time I Ate Indian Food

22 Feb
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Growing up, my access to interesting foods was pretty limited. My parents made good food, but it was mainly American. Despite the diversity of ethnicities in my household, when it comes down to it, a Stoffer’s Lasagna always came in handy during the week.

Looking back on my college years, I wasn’t as adventurous as I thought I was at the time. I had a lot going on, but I still thought I was “cultured”. I really wasn’t. I don’t remember many food experiences from back then, but I do remember the first time I had Indian food. It’s not too off the mark to say, that that day changed my life.

I was never good with dates, but I think it was 2004 or early 2005, I was visiting my college roommate at her home in Chicago. We spent some time catching up, but then we got hungry. The time had come to figure out what to eat. Now if you know me, you know I’m never a good person to go to in this situation. I can never make up my mind. I’m happy to just be eating. But this time, Noemi knew exactly where she wanted to go – the famed Hema’s Kitchen off of Devon Street.

I had never had Indian food before because it never really was an option. To be honest it was so foreign to me I was a little scared of it. However, I figured now was as good of a time as any to try it out. I was happy I didn’t have to think of a place to go eat and was excited to go to some where I had never been. So hopped in the car.

Devon Street in Chicago is the heart of the Indian neighborhood. Driving through, I saw signs in grocery store windows with ingredients I had never heard of before. There were stores with brightly colored fabrics in the window. The street was full of people out and about – walking from store to store and catching up with neighbors. Even though it was overcast, everything seemed a little more vibrant. I was so glad that Noemi was driving because it gave a chance to look out the window like a three year old child seeing a new world for the first time.

What’s that? Look over there – did you see that? Oh, I want to go there! (This is a trait I am proud to say, I still have not outgrown.)

After being amazed by the proper parallel parking skills of a true Chicagoan, we stepped into a tiny restaurant. The windows by the doors had copies of newspaper articles written about the place and it was Zaggat rated. If I was going to try Indian food, this seemed like the place to do it.

We sat down at our table and honestly, I was a little nervous. The air was full of aromas I had never encountered before. I remember getting the menus and being overwhelmed because I had no idea what anything was.

Was I going to like this? Do they have grilled cheese on the menu just in case I chicken out?

Luckily Noemi had been here many times and gave me the lay of the land. It didn’t stop questions from popping up in my head.

How can so many things be “masala”? What is “aloo”? What’s “paneer”? What does it mean to be “tika” and “masala”? Samosa! Oh I know that one! Let’s get some of those.

After I became more familiar with what my options were and I had reminded myself that Noemi brought me here and she thinks its good, so it was probably good – we placed our order. We split vegetable samosas and I ordered something with mushrooms and peas in a creamy sauce (I still don’t remember the name of it), rice and naan. The waiter took the menus and headed off to the kitchen. There was no turning back.

Everything came to the table at once. (In retrospect, I totally wish I had my camera with me. The photo above is not of this meal.) There was no space for anything else.

I remember trying the mushroom and peas dish first. I scooped some up with my fork and in it went.

It is hard to describe the feeling I had as my taste buds were exposed to this new cuisine. However, it was a moment that is bookmarked enough for me to want to write a blog post about it almost six years later.

The first thing I remember thinking was, “This is comforting. How can this be so familiar when I’ve never had it before? This makes me happy.” I ate and ate and ate. I used the naan like a tortilla, gathering up rice and veggies into one scrumptious bite. I dipped samosas in the various chutneys. I ate until I was just past full.

It was so delicious. Indian food was no longer unknown. I took this thought away with me: If something this unknown tasted like it was something I had eaten my entire life, I couldn’t wait to go taste what else the world had to offer.

Luckily, there were leftovers.

I remember going home to my family and talking about my experience at Hema’s Kitchen non-stop. After listening to me go on and on, they admitted that they probably wouldn’t eat at Hema’s even though it has been featured on their favorite Channel 11 show, Check Please! I tried to convey to them the feeling I had while I ate Indian food. It was the same feeling I have when I eat at grandma’s, it was that comforting. I didn’t comprehend why they didn’t want to try it after listening to my enthusiastic review.

I am convinced that this day in the timeline of my life was the day I made a decision to give myself opportunities to learn about and experience other cultures. I could not shake the feeling I had when I first tasted my lunch that day. There was a whole world out there. Fear no longer was going to keep those doors closed. I wanted to go out there and taste and see everything. At the time, I had no idea where this was going to take me or if it was going to take me anywhere at all. But, I can tie many decisions I made in my life since then, to this single experience. After all, almost three years later I was asked, “Would you like to go to India?”

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Defining Food – Deep Dish Pizza

17 Feb

Defining Food is a feature on One World, One Plate that looks at a place and the food that defines it. In other news, if you “like” this page on facebook, you will get access to recipes of foods mentioned in this section (or sometimes just a recipe I want to share)!

Pizza. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that doesn’t like pizza. It’s a food loved by millions. Pizza has become as much of an American food as it is Italian. Kids like it. Adults like it. You can’t go wrong. One of the reasons why pizza is so beloved is it’s versatility. Thick crust, thin crust, deep dish, stuffed crust, double dough, not to mention the unlimited number of ingredients. There are infinite combinations!

Here in Chicago, we make our pizza a little differently. We like it deep dish. Some people say that deep dish pizza is not pizza at all. If you are one of those people, I ask you to open your mind for the reminder of this post. Deep dish pizza is the same concept, just done a different way. For example, the ice cream in a cone tastes the same as the ice cream in a dish, right? Stick with me and you will find that there is room for all types of pizza in stomachs around the world.

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What makes deep dish pizza different? For starters, it is more like pie than what most people would think of as a pizza. Instead of having a light flour crust that is thrown through the air, deep dish crust is made of olive oil and cornmeal and covers the inside of a deep round pan. Then it is put in the oven and parbaked before the ingredients are loaded in. This allows the crust to be a bit crispy, almost like it’s fried. To me, the crust is an essential part of the pizza. If you have a bad crust, it can change the whole ballgame. Baking the crust first, allows it to support the ingredients later. Next, a layer of cheese is put down before the other ingredients fill up the pan. When it comes to choosing a meat to put on deep dish pizza – sausage is king. Pepperoni seems to get lost in the pool of cheese. Veggies are good, but you have to have a lot of them to make the pizza anything more than a cheese pie. Spinach usually works well for that purpose. Finally, the pizza is topped with tomato sauce and put back in the oven to bake until nice and warm. It’s perfect if the cheese is bubbling up through the layer of sauce.

Once the pizza is out, it’s time to eat – with a fork and knife. (I can hear New Yorkers crying “sacrilegious” as I type this.) I told you at the beginning, deep dish is a little different. This pizza is an experience. It’s heavy as a brick when it comes to your table. That doesn’t stop us from eating it. It’s worth every calorie. A fork helps.

Deep Dish Pizza is a reflection of the town it’s made in; the city of broad shoulders. Chicagoans are tough, no-nonscense people. We have to be to both put up with and form our corrupt city government. Eating thin crust pizza all the time wouldn’t mesh well with our cultural identity. Think about it. Al Capone eating a pizza he folds in half or eating a pizza that if he threw it, could leave a dent in your car? (Just kidding, it’s not that heavy!) This is a pizza that can’t be eaten on the go. You have to stop and sit down to eat it. Chicago is a major city and is always moving, but we will always stop for good food.

Fun Fact – Chicagoans are both attached to and proud of their deep dish pizza. Many restaurants here offer shipping of their pizza to anywhere in the United States. This means that when people move away they can still get their Lou Malnati’s fix. For those of us still in the city, we can send it to friends around the country who don’t believe it until they taste it.


Elephant Food – Plus an Update!

16 Feb
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I recently had the opportunity to travel to South East Asia and hangout with some elephants. I won’t go into the details now, but it was one of the most excellent days of my life. Anyway, the photo above is a photo of a basket of food I got to feed an elephant. Really elephants a lot more food than this, but this is just a sample of a snack. The basket contains bananas, bamboo and pumpkin. Who knew that elephants eat pumpkin?

Also, I just wanted to post that I have not forgotten – like an elephant (get it) – about this project. Since returning from my trip it has taken longer than I want to get back in the swing of everything I want to do. Don’t worry though, I have a lot of interesting things planned for this site. And I can’t wait to tell you about the food I experienced while traveling through South East Asia!

Just sit tight, a new post will be up by the end of the week!

(photo taken by staff at Patara Elephant Farm)