Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Doctor Is In

Blueberries and sugar

Friends, you've been so patient. It has been quite the year at the Beyond Ramen household. From a chest full of pulmonary embolisms to the long slog toward the end of graduate school, my time and energy have not quite been my own, and that means a sad state of neglect here at the blog.

Serving crumbleBlenheimsApricot pits

Although for parts of the summer I had a few minutes here and there to bake something--and even to take some pictures--posting has fallen by the wayside. By autumn, even my kitchen was neglected in the final, harried push of thesis-writing.

Pine conesTwilight over the dockMoonbow in Upper Yosemite Falls

Now, however, I am thrilled to say that the research is finished, the thesis is written, the defense is passed, and the whole thing has been wrapped up in a shiny bow. Okay, there's no bow, but it is official: midway through 23rd grade, I have finished my formal schooling.

Cobbler fillingFinishing touchesBlueberry cupcakes

I can't say exactly when I will return to proper (let alone routine) posting--especially given that much of my newfound free time has been spent caring for the pup pictured at the end of this post--but I hope it will be soon. I miss the sharing, I miss hearing from commenters, and I miss the community of the foodie blogosphere.

Cliffside

I have a few recipes waiting for their photo shoot and write-up, and although the next few weeks are a whirlwind of travel, visitors, and other commitments, I do hope to have something to share with you all in time for the winter holidays.

Birthday cakeJersey girlPies

In the meantime, I'll leave you with some photos that, while a poor substitute for a proper post, do in some small way give a sense of what I've been up to over the last several months. Other than thesising, that is.

Portrait

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Herve This on Food and Love

Via the Columbia University Press (and that via Michael Ruhlman) comes this bit of wisdom on the connection between food and love:

This brings us back, finally, to the question of love. Serving a meal is to give happiness to others, not to supply nutriments: fats, proteins, carbohydrates, and so on. Even the best soufflé, both in nutritional and artistic terms, will be bad if you don’t make your guests feel at home. A meal shared with disagreeable people, no matter how elaborate or well prepared it may be, will never be good either—whereas a sandwich shared with dear friends is a perfect delight. And our grandmothers, whose cooking we all adored, may not have been very good technicians, but what they gave us before everything else was love. Yes, cooking is first and foremost about love, and only then about art, and after that technique.

I couldn't agree more.

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Obsessions

Bee tagged me with the obsession meme and seeing as I have a near-obsessive (or compulsive?) penchant for these things, here I go--never mind the fact that my reply comes a week later. (Clearly--and unfortunately--punctuality in correspondence is not one of my obsessions.) Anyway, onward with my obsessive idiosyncrasies:

1. Brushing my teeth in the morning. It's the first thing I do in the morning, and if for some reason I'm thwarted, I feel all kinds of gross until I get it done. I should probably wait until after I've had breakfast, but no, I want to get it done now. I just can't stand it when my mouth doesn't feel clean, which in a way brings me to....

2. Water. I almost always have a glass or (refillable) bottle of water handy, and I probably drink three to five liters of water per day. Part of my water obsession is wanting my mouth to feel clean: on the run portion of a race, if offered Gatorade I'll always take water as well, so that I can rinse my mouth and rid it of the sweetness and acidity of sports drink. But mostly I just like how I feel when I'm well hydrated. If I'm not drinking enough water, I feel sluggish and just... off. Of course, being well hydrated has its drawbacks, especially when on a plane and the only facilities available are, well, an airplane lavatory.

3. Animals. Primarily cats and dogs (and horses--I never grew out of my little girl's love of horses), but virtually all animals. I talk to them, by turns as if they were small children and as if they were intelligent, reasonable adults with whom I can carry on a conversation. I cannot pass a dog in the street without saying, "hey, puppy!" no matter the actual age of the dog. The Suitor and I have four cats, and look forward to the day when we have a large enough house (and yard) for a dog as well.

4. Cupcakes. I don't know if this qualifies as an obsession so much as an infatuation, but either way, I adore cupcakes. I love all kinds of baked goods (and I'm constantly making them, much to the Suitor's dismay), but cupcakes are a special kind of delightful. I don't know what it is about them. It's not the shape, else I'd be as taken with muffins as I am with cupcakes. (I am indeed taken with muffins, but not to nearly the same degree.) And it's not just that they're cake and frosting, although I do adore cake and frosting. The only thing that keeps me from making cupcakes at home on a regular basis is the consequences of eating an entire batch of cupcakes all by myself.

5. Food. No, really. I know it's surprising that someone who writes a blog about food has an obsession with food, but I can't get enough of the stuff. I plan my meals a week ahead of time not so much for the economy of planning ahead or so that my CSA veggies don't lie in the fridge unused, but because I take so much joy in deciding what delicious things I'm going to cook and eat six or seven days from now.

On that note, coincidentally, it's just about time for lunch, and there is some charcuterie, pain au levain, and fruit calling my name. If you read this and have a blog, please consider yourself tagged!

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Alice Waters does frozen food

This is hilarious. What does burnt fennel pollen even taste like, and what vegetables should I pair with it??


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Saturday, February 28, 2009

In which I ask a cheese, "where have you been all my life?"

I don't know what took me so long to try even a single cheese from Cowgirl Creamery. There's no excuse. And up until this afternoon, when Katie was hovering over the Cowgirl Creamery shelf of the cheese case at Sunshine Foods in St. Helena, I didn't know what I was missing.

But now I know: I know that this cheese and I were made for each other.

The cheese in question is Mt. Tam, which is Cowgirl Creamery's signature cheese. It's a mellow, triple-cream, soft-ripened cheese made with organic cow's milk. And it tastes like heaven. I ate a lot of triple-cream soft cheeses during my time in France, but in my opinion, this one beats them all. It certainly blows away all of the other domestic (American) ones I've tasted. Add in some ficelle and cranberry bread from the nearby Bouchon Bakery, and some fresh apple slices, and I am in ecstasy.

I realize that this is probably a little insensitive of me, gushing about a cheese that most of my readers can't buy in their local markets. But wait, there's hope yet! You can buy Cowgirl Creamery's cheeses online! The catch: they appear to ship only to addresses in the United States. Dear readers abroad, I'm afraid you're out of luck. But come visit the SF Bay Area: I'll take you on a field trip to the Ferry Building and buy you your very own round of Mt. Tam at the Cowgirl Creamery shop there.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

On making do

Things I've learned so far this week:

- Baking at an altitude of 7,000+ feet isn't terribly difficult, provided that one takes a few precautions.

- When shopping for vegetables in Big Sky, MT in the winter, frozen is definitely your best bet.

- Cakes that are supposed to be baked in bundt pans don't necessarily translate well to 9x13" pans.

- When cooking for a group of very active people, most of them guys, a pot of chili that's meant to feed 20 only feeds 10.

- There are people in this world who don't consider measuring cups part of basic kitchen equipment inventory. We are renting their house.

- Dull knives are far more dangerous than sharp knives. (Don't worry, no accidents.)

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Update on the lost kitten

Good news! We found his family. Or rather, they found us. On Saturday (yes, this post is several days overdue) I got a call from someone who said that he was at a local shelter looking for his cat. He spoke with the shelter workers and asked if anyone had reported a found cat matching his little guy's description, and they gave him our phone number. An hour later little Bernie, as they call him, was back home with the people who'd been taking care of him.

Kitty had been visiting their house for several weeks, and they'd been asking around to see if anyone in the neighborhood had lost a cat. After a while, with Bernie staying longer and no luck finding anyone to claim him, they decided to adopt him, get him fixed, and have him microchipped. Then, a day or two before he was due to go to the vet, he ran off. (This does not surprise me in the least: I had outdoor cats when I was growing up, and they had an uncanny sense for when they were about to be subjected to a trip to the vet.) They've been looking for him ever since, but only on their side of a rather busy road that divides our little neighborhood. We live only about four blocks apart, but none of us thought that Bernie would cross that road.

Anyway, a happy ending for little Bernie and his two humans, who were overjoyed to see him. I spent about half an hour with them when I dropped him off, and they seem like wonderful people. I'm glad to see him in a good home.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Quote of the day

"Next Wednesday is a new dawn for the bendy cucumber and the amusingly shaped carrot." --Michael Mann, European Commission agriculture spokesman, on the commission's likely decision to eliminate some of the shape and size regulations for fruits and vegetables sold in the EU.

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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sunday Cat Blogging

This little guy turned up in our front yard on Tuesday. He obviously has a family somewhere, as he has a collar, but he's not microchipped and he doesn't have a tag. He has the top half of an ID tube attached to his collar, but the bottom part (and the information inside) seems to have been lost. We're working on finding his family through neighborhood flyers and Craigslist postings, but until then, my parents are giving him a foster home. 

He's as sweet as can be, purrs at the drop of a hat, and is remarkably well behaved. But as much as he's enjoying being off the streets with nice people who pet him and feed him, and as much as my parents are enjoying hearing the pitter-patter of little feline feet in their house, he's obviously a bit confused and misses his family. We're hoping to see him home soon. 

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Sunday, October 19, 2008

Mental health break: "weekend? what weekend?" edition

It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm at work. Again. It's for a good cause, which I hope to explain soon (but not too soon, lest I jinx it), but I haven't had a weekend in a few weeks and probably won't have another one until Thanksgiving. Such is life. Fortunately the intertubes are full of cute animal videos, and although this one isn't new, it makes me laugh anew every time I watch it:


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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Julia Child even cooler than I realized

I am long overdue with an update, I know, and hopefully I will deliver tonight or tomorrow. But in the meantime, this is too cool not to share. Through Katie I hear that chef extraordinaire, intrepid culinary ambassador, and fellow tall woman Julia Child was a spy during World War II. Next time I drink something worthy, I'm raising a glass to her and her awesomeness.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Market Day

As if I don't get enough fresh, delicious fruits and veggies in my weekly CSA box, I also have a stellar farmer's market within walking distance of my house. Sunday is market day, so I am once again on a foodie high.

For the last couple of weeks we've been starting to get shelling peas, which are one of my favorite vegetables. I have very fond memories of buying them from roadside stands in Maine with my grandmother each summer between the ages of 10 and 14 (or so), and helping her shell them. They're delicious enough to earn Most Favored Vegetable status in the first place, but the sentimental connection make them all the more cherished. Anyway, I came home with at least a pound, and am probably halfway through them already. A couple of my fingertips have taken on a greenish tinge from snapping off the tops.

Also fresh from the market: strawberries for munching, pink lady apples for munching and for baked French toast, tomatoes for the green garlic salsa, the world's most delicious raisins (huge golden and red flame raisins), calla lilies, and some petite irises. The flowers are enjoying each other's company in a glass pitcher on my living room table--the creamy lilies go rather nicely with the purple irises. I just love having fresh flowers in the house, and have started to make them a staple of my weekly farmer's market list. (Last week I got some lovely red and yellow Ranunculus, and the Suitor was convinced that I had made up the name. Hmph!)

And as if I didn't have enough pea goodness with those shelling peas, while I was Chez Parents (dropping off some strawberries and flowers that I had gotten them at the market), Mom and I went down to the garden and picked some sugar snap peas and snow peas for me--as well as some Meyer lemons. I'm officially in pea heaven. They're going into a stir fry this evening (sliced into matchstick pieces, maybe with some chicken and asparagus) to be served over brown rice.

While Chez Parents I toured the vegetable garden, which I always enjoy. The apples have mostly finished blooming (all save one Gravenstein tree). Where there used to be blossoms there are now the tiniest of fuzzy green swellings, which will grow up to be apples. The blackberry vines are white with blossoms--there will be a bumper crop this year. The strawberries are protected from bugs by a moat of onions, and will soon have some additional protection from the deer. The white peach tree will have its fruit thinned, lest the young tree find itself unable to get it all of its fruit to a respectable size, and the apricot will get some support under its branches as June nears. To all of this there will soon be added seedlings of various sorts: peppers, tomatoes, beans, zucchini, and so on.

Most of my attention this weekend has gone toward the dreaded thesis, which is so close to completion that I'm almost ready to hop in the car and have it printed. I've made the extra plots I needed to make, and added the extra text I needed to add, and now it's in the hands of my advisor. He'll get back to me (I hope.....) this evening, I'll make any necessary changes, and then it's off to Kinko's to print. The good news is I don't need to go to Houston. The bad news is that I have to overnight the printed thesis (two copies, with a total of seven copies of the title page, all printed on special paper) to Houston and entrust it to someone else, who will run around getting the required signatures and turning things in for me. Which makes my inner control freak nervous.

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good weekend. I am off to make the aforementioned stir-fry...

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Monday, January 21, 2008

New favorite food blog

I've been sitting on this post for a while. No good reason, I just haven't gotten around to posting it. But I wanted to share my new favorite corner of the foodie blogosphere: La Tartine Gourmande. I happened upon her site when this post was at the top of the page, so naturally I was hooked from the very beginning. She's a food writer/stylist/photographer, and her photos are gorgeous. Enjoy!

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Missing: real food in America

Today's NYT Magazine has a superb article by Michael Pollan, "Unhappy Meals" (which reminds me that I STILL haven't read the Omnivore's Dilemma).

Main points:

1) Beware of diet recommendations, for they have a tendency to be proven wrong. Examples: increased intake of dietary fiber was thought to protect against colon cancer, low-fat diets were supposed to reduce women's risk of heart disease, and so on. Both claims (and many more) have recently been invalidated.

2) Food has been taken over in many supermarkets by "food products," which bear little resemblance (nutritionally or otherwise) to what they replaced.

3) Nutritionism has become such an ideology of "get more of nutrient X!" or, in some cases, "cut out nutrient/food group Y!" that we can't see the forest for the trees. We are so concerned about nutrients that we've lost sight of actual food, and we've come to think of what we eat simply as a delivery system for nutrients.

4) At the same time, how our bodies process nutrients, especially in combination with other nutrients, remains largely mysterious. Example: a nutrient that is thought to provide benefits in a carrot has little or no effect (or even an adverse effect) when taken in the form of a supplement.

5) "Food" has been oversimplified, in both the crops that make up most of industrial food today and the larger context (or absence thereof) of a given diet or eater.

6) We are using the food industry and medical advances to treat the problems that our modern food culture has created. Example: bariatric surgery (need I say more?).

Much of the food industry disturbs me greatly and makes me want to go live on a farm where I raise the crops and animals myself and make all my food from scratch. Toward the end of the article, Pollan makes a recommendation that I love; though in the interest of being realistic, I'll modify it: "base your diet on things your great-great-grandmother would recognize as food." He also encourages eating diverse foods and those that have been raised with care (even if they're not organic), which benefits us, the eaters, as well as the plants and animals themselves.

But anyway, go read. And then go out and eat some real food.

[Crossposted.]

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Negligence...

Oh, what a bad blogger I've been. I have actually been up to a fair amount of mischief in the kitchen lately, I just haven't had any time to write about it, let alone take pictures and post them. Things I've made lately, in no particular order:

- Pesto pizza with fresh mozzarella, sauteed red onions, pine nuts, and grilled chicken
- Homegrown blackberry and raspberry galette with limoncello-mascarpone cream
- Spicy pork and sausage ragu (later turned into baked pasta)
- Deconstructed pesto pasta
- Applesauce spice bread
- Lemon bread (recipe still missing, I know...)
- Pitas stuffed with cucumber, tomato, mixed greens, and marinated/grilled chicken
- Chipotle-lime grilled chicken (this is dinner tonight--hopefully it will be good...)

People have asked me about pesto, and about what recipe I use, but the truth is that I don't use--a recipe, that is. I just get some fresh basil, toasted pine nuts, sea salt and freshly ground pepper, some really yummy extra virgin olive oil, and a massive amount of parmigiano (or pecorino, but I prefer the former), and maybe a squeeze of lemon juice, and add things by turns until I decide that I like what I taste. In the end, I have no idea how many cups or tablespoons of anything I've put in there, as I do it all by trial and error. And to be honest, it's really hard to go wrong. As long as you have enough of everything on hand, you can add bits of everthing until it comes out right.

Meanwhile, tonight's dinner will (hopefully) be the chipotle-lime grilled chicken. This is a recipe I got from the June (or May?) Gourmet and modified a bit to have one part lime juice, one part orange juice, two parts olive oil instead of one part lime juice, one part olive oil. The chicken is in the fridge right now, marinating away. At some point I'll roast the corn and red pepper for the chopped salad, which will also have tomato and black beans and chopped cilantro, as well as some sort of vinaigrette. We'll see how it goes.

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Saturday, January 28, 2006

On real food, including why I like mold

[Cross-posted at Haec Sunt Verbi Levia]

In my December/January issue of Eating Well is an article, "Faux Food: where have all our nutrients gone?" on the uber-processing that seems to go into so much of what one finds at the grocery store these days. The author of the article, Rachael Gorman, begins with descriptions of two loaves of bread she has in her kitchen: one a loaf of industrially-produced white bread, and the other a loaf of locally made whole wheat bread (amazingly, and rather frighteningly, the former managed to go four weeks--four weeks!!--without developing either staleness or mold). She also briefly goes through the processes by which both loaves were made, and gives the ingredients and nutrition info.

For the enriched white bread, one slice contains: Calories: 80; Total Fat: 1 g; Protein: 2 g; Total Carbohydrate: 14 g; Fiber: 0 g (0 g!!!!); Sodium: 200 mg.

Now for the artisan whole-wheat bread. In one slice: Calories: 101; Total Fat: 0.8 g; Protein: 5.4 g; Total Carbohydrate: 21.8 g; Fiber: 3.3 g; Sodium: 138.1 mg.

Now let's talk about the long-term effects of diets based around the two types of bread:

"Epidemiological studies ... associate a diet high in refined grains [e.g. bread #1] with a higher risk of stroke, weight gain, and metabolic syndrome--a constellation of conditions that predisposes a person to type 2 diabetes and heart disease. A diet high in whole grains [e.g. bread #2], on the other hand, is associated with a lower risk of heart disease, less weight gain, fewer cases of type 2 diabetes, and reduced risk of colon cancer and metabolic syndrome. People who eat more whole grains also tend to have lower bad (LDL) cholesterol and higher good (HDL) cholesterol. [...] Whole grains also appear to increase insulin sensitivity--the body's ability to use the hormone insulin to balance blood sugar. On the flip side, refined grains have been linked to lower insulin sensitivity and unhealthy spikes in blood sugar."

Not to mention that the people who stick to highly refined grains (to say nothing of those who mostly or totally eschew grains and carbs—but that’s another rant altogether) get their fiber, a nutrient that is essential for everyday digestive health, not just with respect to long-term risks like colon cancer. But it isn't just about whole grains. It's also about high-fructose corn syrup, preservatives, and the host of additives that manufacturers add to try to make up some of the nutrition lost to processing. "Juice," at this point, rarely actually means juice anymore. "10% fruit juice" isn't juice, it's watered down corn syrup. "Pasteurized process cheese" isn't cheese, it's a travesty that’s offensive to the very concept of cheese. And things are so laden with preservatives that you can't help wondering what happens when you put it in your own body.

And so, I like mold. Although there is inevitably a little sigh of disappointment when one of the many blocks of cheese in my fridge starts sporting little white and/or teal spots, and especially when those spots become blankets too big to be cut off, I like the fact that the mold likes my cheese--and my bread, for that matter. Its affinity for my food indicates to me that the people who made the food cared more about the flavor and/or nutritional value of the food than they did about extending shelf life to bump up profits. After all, if even mold won't grow on your food, what makes you think you should eat it?

Gorman quotes University of Minnesota whole grains researcher Joanne Slavin throughout the article, but

“I think from a consumer standpoint, for people to say, ‘well, I don’t want processed foods,’ they’re going to have to learn how to cook, be willing to shop regularly, learn how to store foods. It’s going to be this huge paradigm shift before we can get away from the processing that everybody is used to. As long as convenience is such a leading force in people’s lives, processed foods have to be there. People expect it, they want it. Are they willing to put more time and money into less-processed foods? It’s a big decision.”

And yet, given the effects of the alternatives, I have a hard time understanding why people don’t make the decision, at the very least, to decrease the amount of processed food that they consume. Nor am I talking about the elimination of processed food—that’s pretty hard to do, and let’s face it, who doesn’t like a lovely traditional baguette or ciabbatta now and then?—but at least an attempt to up the amount of whole-grain and “real/whole food” that they eat. It could be as simple as buying an inexpensive whole- or multi-grain sandwich bread instead of blindingly white Wonder Bread. I know they’re out there—my parents have bought honey whole wheat sandwich bread for as long as I can remember. It’s even available at Costco, and you can freeze most of it until you get around to eating it (bread is wonderfully resilient like that, even bread that contains a minimum of additives).

Fortunately the word is starting to get out, and some manufacturers are beginning to change how they produce their foods. General Mills, for example, has started using whole grains in their cereals--some people complain about the changed taste, but I think it's an admirable move on the company's part. Still, one of the really sad things about all this is that many people simply can't afford to eat healthily. Buying fresh and organic (let alone locally grown) produce, minimally processed whole-grain bread, meat and poultry raised without excessive amounts of hormones or antibiotics, etc. is not cheap, even if you have access to this sort of food in the first place (which a lot of people don't).

There's a weird sort of irony to it: refined white flour, the kind that's essentially been stripped of all beneficial nutrients, used to be available only to the upper classes--using it was a sign of wealth. Now it's everywhere, and contributing to the malnutrition of those who can't afford any better—or who don’t know better, or who just don’t care.

And it is mind-boggling to me just how many people really don’t care about what they put in their bodies. It’s your body, folks, but it’s the only one you’ve got.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

On the dissection of chicken parts

In my 9th grade biology class, headed up by the incomparable Mrs. Barker (who used to ask us to save the fresh cow hearts we dissected, so that she could make stew with them), one of the first things we dissected was a fresh chicken wing. For many of us, this was less objectionable than the ubiquitous formaldehyde-preserved frog or pig fetus, as they were just supermarket-bought chicken wings that would have gone to someone's dinner plate anyway. And when we actually dove in and started messing around with all the tendons and such, we did just that: messed around. Several of us found tendons that, if pulled correctly, made the wing "flap." The sight of ten or twelve chicken wings flapping like mad across the room was the source of much hilarity, until Mrs. Barker told us to bugger off. (I'm not being pretentious, she really did say that--she was British.)

The chicken wing was fine, and an okay lesson, but something occurred to me twice in the last few days--first while I was enjoying the picking-over of a delicious chicken I'd roasted the night before, and again that evening as I was painstakingly de-boning four whole chicken legs.

To anyone who has not roasted his or her own chicken, or who has never had the pleasure of using one's fingers to pick every last tidbit of meat off the bones, I say, you are missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures. But my point is not the joys of roasted chickens, but rather their practicality. As I was disassembling the legs and wings of this most recent bird (no, Amanda, he or she did not have a name--I've given up on naming all the birds I roast), I was struck by how neat and tidy all the muscles are after they're cooked. They seem to become nicely self-contained, and even retain most of their shape when separated from their neighbors. Surely this tidiness would lend itself well to dissection, which (as far as I remember) is interested in identifying various parts of the dissectee? I decided to withhold my verdict until that evening, when I would be doing some raw-chicken dissecting of my own.

Have you ever de-boned raw chicken legs? They are complicated little beasts--there are all sorts of individual muscles and tendons in the drumstick alone, before you even get to the thigh. After spending 10 minutes on the first one and hardly getting anywhere, I considered cheating and going to the store for chicken breasts; but I am reading Jeffrey Steingarten's laugh-out-loud book It Must Have Been Something I Ate, and had just finished the chapter on coq au vin, in which he writes at length about why you should always use dark meat in stew-type dishes, never breast meat, as the latter will almost certainly end up dry and stringy. So, assured by Mr. Steingarten that dark meat is the way to go, I persevered. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), I had to do four of them, and after two or three, I was feeling pretty comfortable with my improvised technique. [As my luck would have it, the fourth had a broken thigh bone, which made things awfully messy--oh well.]

By the end, though, I was convinced that as far as classroom dissection of raw chicken parts goes, cooked is the way to go. I realize that for those who are aspiring doctors or veterinarians or medical examiners or other sorts of people who need to be familiar (and comfortable) with raw meat and other organs, some (extensive) degree of dissection must be done on uncooked subjects. But, really, for a 9th grade biology class--where all you're really worried about is showing students that muscles connect to tendons connect to bone, and there's cartilage between bones, and what not--why not use a cooked chicken?

While you're at it, why not use a whole cooked chicken? There's all sorts of great anatomy to be found in a chicken (I know this because I have studied chickens extensively, particularly in the field of how to maximize how much meat you get off the bird). Legs, wings, breast, and how they connect up together, all presented in nice, neat little bundles of muscle that don't ooze into each other when you touch them.

And hey! Lunch!

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