Five in the fridge. Tagged by Paula.
We ate out last night: winemaker’s dinner at Spruce Restaurant on Sacramento. Walked down to Sansome. Caught the 10 to Sacramento. Caught the 1 California at Sacramento and rode allz the way to California and Spruce. Walked up Spruce a block, hung a right. Spruce Restaurant is between Locust and Spruce on Sacramento. Took us forty minutes door-to-door, which made us half an hour early. We hung out in the bar.
Dinner was delish. Klaus-Peter Keller was in America for the first time. He provided eight different German wines. Dade Thieriot (of DeeVine wines, which was sponsoring Keller and the dinner) brought two old Rieslings from his cellar. Well, more about all that later. So. No dinner at home last night.
Dinner on Tuesday was at La Trappe (corner of Columbus and Greenwich) because I had a hankering for their moules frites and they aren’t open on Mondays so I had to wait. Moules. Frites. Koningshoeven La Trappe Quadrupel. Probably more about that later too. So. No dinner at home since Monday.
Here’s the fridge (after that long explanation)
Messy, eh? The instant coffee in the back is for a frequent guest. Lots of leftovers. We had dinner guests on Saturday. And bits and pieces from other meals which, when the stars align, come together for another meal. Not tonight, though. Tonight is Good Eats and Zinfandel with ZAP over at Fort Mason.
Here, front and center, though, is evidence of my split personality. [1] Trader Joe’s Heavy Whipping Cream. The best when you’re making scrambled eggs or omelets.
Two shelves down? Trader Joe’s 1% milk, which I put in my mug of espresso, which I drink as I’m eating the fat-laden eggs. Cheese on the eggs too, did I mention? Sometimes bacon too. Oh, noze! Oh, yesss!
… on the mornings I’m not having oatmeal (real oatmeal, the kind you cook on the stove and let sit for three minutes to firm up) with raisins and 1% milk.
[2] Here’s the 1% milk I mentioned. The yellow dish has bacon fat from bacon cooked for something and saved. Sometimes I fry the potato skin from the night before’s baked potato in bacon fat and serve with egg for breakfast. The red dish right behind it has duck fat for similar fattery. The 1% milk, though, is good for me.
The bottled water in the back has been there for months. We’re tap-water people. San Francisco’s public water comes straight from the Sierras. That’s why we dammed up Hetch Hetchy back a hundred years or so after all. Might as well drink the water. The dam’s not coming down.
The Trader Joe’s grapefruit juice is for the days his nibs has to leave for work at 7:10A and doesn’t have time for a leisurely breakfast and his usual grapefruit dismantling.
[3] Fish sauce, just soze you know we’re Californians.
[4] Salumi from Boccalone. Don’t know if I mentioned that the older younger guy and his partner gave his nibs a 3-month subscription to Boccalone’s Tasty Salted Pig Parts club. We go by 2d and 4th Saturdays of the month and pick up a small box with TSPPs. This Saturday we’re due for more and we haven’t finished the last. (Evidence above.)
And so good for you! Chris Cosentino (he of Incanto Restaurant, where we pick the box up, and Boccalone and, of course, Offal Good) tells us that pork is the new vegetable.
Not Paula’s idea of terrific, I think, but there you go.
[5] Top shelf needs restocking. Currently one bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and one of Chardonnay. Room for three more bottles. Next shelf again shows our Trader Joe’s dependence. Eggs. Sour cream. Cottage cheese. Crumbled bleu cheese. Also non-TJ cut onion, cut lemon, some other cheese (bleu variety).
The lower drawers are filled with veggies from Chinatown and mixed greens from Costco. The freezer is filled with frozen stuff. A pint of coffee ice cream takes about three months to get through. By the end it’s crystally and only good for putting in the morning espresso.
Oh, and for those who wonder, yes, there are a lot of zip-lock bags in that fridge. We wash and reuse the zip-lock bags, unless they’ve been used for holding meats, so we’re not quite as dismissive of “where do plastics come from, eh?” as it may seem.
And that’s the refrigerator of Sal and five things therein.
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