It was a rough week for the boy, I’m afraid.

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A few weeks ago, I made a Dutch baby pancake for breakfast and learned from Audrey in the comments section that lingonberry jam is a terrific addition. So when I found myself at Zabar’s last Sunday (my first time!) after brunch with Gil’s family (another first!), I made sure to look around their jam section for a jar. I chose between three brands, which was such a luxury.

And Audrey was oh, so right — the jam was a perfect accent to the pancake. It melted into the butter and lemon juice and turned into a sweet & tart glaze and oh dear lord I really need another one right this second…

Deep breath. And moving on…

Because I didn’t know when we’d be coming home or after how much walking last weekend, I didn’t want to get too loaded down at Zabar’s. It was tough, but we left with only a few precious items. In addition to the jam, I picked up a smallish container of truffle butter because I could almost taste the shirred eggs I’d make when I first saw it.

The butter did not disappoint. Especially when mixed with heavy cream.

Don’t you just love blood oranges, by the way? I’ve been eating my weight in them this week while they’re still around. The color just sends me.

lf you’ve spent any time at all around these parts, you’ll know that I haven’t historically concerned myself with superspecial high-end ingredients. I do what I can, but if it’s a question of getting in the car and driving to Whole Foods in north Jersey traffic for something decent or just down the street for passable, I’ll admit to the laziness that so grips me.

But. During my dinner with Claudia of cook eat FRET fame, we discussed this very thing and I realized there’s absolutely no reason for me to live this way. I’m a food (for the most part) blogger, found my first NYC apartment online, met my roommates that way, and even met my husband online ferpete’ssake! Why wouldn‘t I think to order better-quality ingredients online? Clearly, I have a brain defect.

So order online I did. Looking for organic meat purveyors in the area, I found Fossil Farms and sat drooling as I clicked on page after page of meats both exotic and commonplace. They don’t have a store front, but that didn’t deter me; I contacted their customer service department and was assured we could pick up our order at their office, which just happens to be over the mountain, one town away. Yippee! After much deliberation, I chose a variety of their best offerings, but was most excited about the pork belly.

Obviously.

I’ve had pork belly in restaurants, sighed over countless versions on any number of blogs and pined for it incessantly, unable to find it in stores nearby. But now, I have a pork belly of my very own. And I will love him, and pet him, and name him George.

So let’s just take a moment to meditate on the porkly pleasures that await from this lovely 8-10 pound specimen of loveliness. That knife is there for scale: it’s about a foot long.

I quartered it, vacuum sealed three of the portions for the freezer, and set about preparing the fourth, which was still at least 2 pounds.

Witness the Stack o’ belly:

Indeed, it was a Great Wall of Belly — the only man-made porcine structure visible from space!

So again to teh interweb I turned. I didn’t want to waste this little bit of heaven on some crackpot idea of mine, but knew I wanted to use soy, brown sugar, and star anise in the braising liquid, so I entered my search terms and off I went down the google slide. It led me in short order to Gastronomy Domine, run by Liz Upton, who loves her pork perhaps even more than I do. Her recipe for braised belly had me licking my screen, so I knew it would be the perfect thing for my first adventure.

And here we go. After cutting the belly into 3/4-inch strips, it marinates for an hour in a mixture of soy, honey, and five spice powder.

Stir fry the aromatics and brown sugar until they turn golden.

The pork and its marinade go in next and get tossed about until they’re beginning to brown. It doesn’t look like much at this point, but the smell was maddening and had Rufus pacing the kitchen, hoping for a handout. He didn’t get it, but still pined for the next two hours while the pork braised.

You’ll find this nigh-impossible to believe, but we waited until the next day to dine! Not that I didn’t nibble. I mean, quality control, right? I would’ve been too alarmed to even think of having some of that fatty sauce with the belly (which, I’ll admit, is mostly fat anyway).

After refrigerating the sauce overnight, we were left with a fat mantle thicker than the antarctic ice shelf.

But let me take a moment to reflect on another web purchase that completed the meal. I first read about Rancho Gordo at Last Night’s Dinner and wondered how much better heirloom beans could be than the regular dried stuff you buy at the store. Then they got a mention at cook eat FRET, and then seemingly everyone else in the known universe picked up on the idea, so I knew I had to place an order. And oh, let me tell you, if you haven’t tried them already, you must. They’ll change your life.

I cooked a half pound of marrow beans very simply, with onion, garlic, and bay leaf in water, adding salt near the end. They were a great complement to the belly, especially topped with some of the braising liquid.

To serve the belly, I just crisped it up in a frying pan for a few minutes before topping it with braising liquid for serving. It isn’t beautiful, but the the aroma, taste, and simple texture of the dish more than made up for any lackluster visual.

recipe after the jump

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On his two-week anniversary of coming to live with us, Rufus celebrated by tear-assing up the stairs! It’s a huge accomplishment.

Suggestible? Me? Why, whatever do you mean? Sure, my sister-in-law Jane sent a link to a roasted broccoli recipe that featured lovely charred stalks of broccoli bathed in garlicky olive oil a couple of days ago, and I whipped up a batch last night, but c’mon. I’m a woman of ideas … options … and strong cravings coupled with OCD, as it turns out.

I didn’t feel like making a bunch of other stuff for dinner, too, so the broccoli was the featured player. I made a little extra garlic oil at the start, boiled up some soba, toasted some pine nuts, and tossed the whole thing together for a quick and somewhat light meal (if you ignore the vat of oil). It was just a tiny bit bland, so I broke out the sriracha, which is excellent on all manner of foods, but especially noodles, which just drink it in.

recipe after the jump

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The amaryllis bulbs I planted a few weeks ago have bloomed. Thanks again, Deb — they’re just gorgeous!

Keeping with our decision to eat mostly meatless around here, I turned to the meat of the legume kingdom for dinner tonight — the chickpea! What? You’ve never heard of that? Anyway, I just love ‘em; they’re one of the few beans I really don’t mind eating canned, mainly because I’m too lazy/scatterbrained to get my act together and start cooking the dried ones a full month in advance.

I’ve been thinking back to one of Anthony Bourdain’s visits to India this past week. He dined at a vegetarian restaurant and said if the states had such incredible vegetarian food to offer, he’d have no trouble respecting the lifestyle (or something to that effect). So I got myself in the kitchen tonight (after blocking the entrances with baby gates to keep the boy out) and made a nice little curry using a recipe from Cooking Light as a starting point and served it over a mound of delicious, aromatic basmati rice.

I’m really glad I made enough for leftovers tomorrow. Wow — a meatless meal and anticipating the leftovers? I don’t even know myself anymore.

Of course, when we decide to go carnivorous, we really do it up right. Stay tuned for details…

recipe after the jump

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The boy woke us up at 3am whining to go out, then again at 6:30. I have to keep looking back at cute photos of him not to get too annoyed.

Another food post is coming later today. Promise.

a walk around the neighborhood after the jump
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