#Totoroweek Katsudon with Furikake + “No Recipe” Fried Rice

#Totoroweek Katsudon with Furikake + "No Recipe" Fried Rice (via thepigandquill.com) #dairyfree

Oh haiiiii twice in one week mah peebles! (Sorry.) Just checking in quickly today to bring you the (quasi-non) recipe for these little dudes. Typically, katsudon entails a breaded and fried pork cutlet simmered with sautéed onions, soft-set eggs and a simple little sweet-salty sauce over hot rice — and that’s basically what’s going on here, sub baked tonkatsu for fried and garlicky fried rice for plain steamed. I didn’t do it to be confusing, guys. It just turned out that way. OH. And in honor of Steph’s #totoroweek, the katsu cutlets have been stylized into (some admittedly pretty abstract, because #lazy) little totoros – yay! With cheese bellies and nori features borrowed from the hostess, herself. Thanks, girl! There’s rain in the forecast this weekend, so we’re staying in with friends to carve pumpkins, snuggle up with scary movies and brunch on all the things. The perfect little pre-Halloween weekend without the pressure of getting dressed up all slutty or donning a costume that cleverly ties into the presidential election. I’m not saying those are the only two options, but they’re basically the only two options. Unless you count the inevitable #NastyWoman getup, which is kind of a “best of both worlds” … Read More

earl grey chocolate pots de creme with honeyed coconut whip

earl grey chocolate pots de creme with honeyed coconut whip (via thepigandquill.com) #dessert #recipe #dairyfree #chocolate

Let me tell you a story. I’ve never actually met Akiko Graham, but I can tell you with a fair degree of certainty that, in addition to being a phenomenally acclaimed ceramist, she’s an excellent human being. Generous and thoughtful and soulful and sweet. And while I’ve never met her children, either, I’d also bet she’s a pretty spectacular momma. Reminds me a bit of my own, actually. A couple of years ago I was managing communications for a renewable fuel company when the phone rang. It was an unusually cold winter in the Pacific Northwest, and the unexpected drop in temps had caused our pump’s auto-shutoff valve to malfunction, so Akiko Graham was standing in a pool of biodiesel while the fire department mopped things up around her. And she was apologizing to me. Amidst helping Akiko fill out an incident report over the phone (all the while assuring her that the spill was in no way her fault), I noticed that her email address referenced her pottery website and proceeded to stalk her talent for the next two days before deciding that everyone on my gift list needed an Akiko piece of their own for Christmas. Since that first fateful order, I’ve … Read More

creamed spinach toasts with fried eggs + fennel

creamed spinach toasts with fried eggs + fennel (via thepigandquill.com)

Easter eggs. Can we call these that? Is that just too easy, too obvious, when I tell you that this brunchy feast is the exact thing you’ll want to dive your face into come Easter Sunday? Maybe so, but I never promised to be a clever one. And freaking Easter eggs — c’mon! It’s kinda cute. Cyuuuuuuute. Kyoooote. I’m getting soft. Ok, but before we talk about eggs real quick, can we just address THE JINX? Have you guys watched it? We were completely sucked in and polished off the whole mini-series in, like, three days. (I’m a liar. Two days.) And then went totally down the rabbit hole reading everything The New York Times has ever written on that squirrelly little muther. It’s only six eppies, you guys. Go watch it right now. And then watch Mad Men, because the first half of Season 7 is finally on Netflix and I ripped through that, too. I can’t tell if I’m liking Peggy or hating Peggy or liking Don or hating Don but I think I’m liking Don and still on the fence about Peggy and probably all men should look as dashing with silver hair as Roger Sterling. Thoughts thoughts thoughts?? It’s … Read More

parmesan-ricotta spaghetti squash fritters with crispy fried sage

parmesan-ricotta spaghetti squash fritters with crispy fried sage | the pig & quill | #grainfree #vegetarian #fall #recipe

When we lived in San Luis Obispo — that is, a near lifetime ago, full of workdays ending at 4pm, leisurely evening bike rides and long morning strolls through the quaintest of downtowns (remind me why we left again?) — one of our favorite lazy Saturdays was a drive through the hills of south county, taking the seemingly less-traveled backroads past horse farms and vineyards, through sun-shattered corridors of black oaks, all the way to Pismo Beach. Ok, full disclosure: it’s maybe a 20-minute drive, but as the saying goes, distance — or maybe just time — makes the heart grow fonder, and the nostalgic poet within is apparently wholly smitten with every detail of those carefree jaunts, efficient as they may have been. We’d pass the time at Pismo with a nap on the sand, bread bowls of briny chowder thicker than sausage gravy — and too many instances of me charging down the pier, attempting to sneak up on seagulls and instead reeling with fear when they’d boldly stand their ground. Because apparently I was (um, am?) a hyperactive 9-year-old. At dinner, we’d forego the trendier Pismo dining scene for the comfort of Rosa’s, a homey enclave of heirloom Italian recipes, … Read More

Samosa Croquettes with Harissa Yogurt Sauce

Oh heyyo friendsies! Long time no chitchattle. Somehow those five days of Mexican bliss I referred to in my last post stretched out into more than a week of no bloggy blogging – and real talk, it was kind of splendid. Not that I don’t love hanging ‘round these parts talking about donuts and dranks, but it is just toooo nice to have someone else – yeah, like someone that’s not me – do the making of the dranks and the delivering of the dranks while I do the lounging on the beach. Which, I’ve determined, I kick major ass at, BTW. I am a superb beacher-upper. Er. Play on, playa. Heh. Also, pirate ships. And THE BEST TACOS I’ve ever had, ever, ever. WhAt! So I made these croquettes (can we call them ‘quettes?) approximately forever ago with the intention of posting them up sometime before all that #soletspigout bidnit, and then. Well, life happened or something. And by life happened, I mean Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Because I’m like three seasons behind. And who needs sunshine. If you’re even one-tenth as smitten with samosas as I am, you’re gonna dig these croquettes ‘quettes something fierce. They’ve got … Read More

Sinless Superfood Devil’s Food Donuts + a Sambazon Giveaway — #SoLetsPigOut

I’ve learned the key to time travel. It’s called get busy, stay busy and maybe stress-eat half a key lime pie. Also, suggest a blog collaboration that runs a whole week long right in the middle of summer. The hours will just drop right away, all Heart of the Ocean style. Just “oop” and it’s Thursday. That’s some magick-with-a-“k” stuff right there. If you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, the last three days of #SoLetsPigOut have been a blur. We’ve got THREE giveaways going, and yesterday I forced a Mad Men reference right onto your Grilled Thai Beef Salad. Things are getting batty. (Check out all the #SoLetsPigOut recipes and giveaways HERE.) And, you guys, the best is still yet to come, because tomorrow 25 blogger friends are coming over for a virtual potluck that’s gonna melt the internet’s face off. And today we’re talking donuts. Yay! I should probably acknowledge that I think the name for these donuts sounds downright dumb. Superfood Devil’s Food? How many foods can you have in a donut before it starts sounding poetically challenged? I think one, but I’m gonna go ahead and own the food-food thing. Because accuracy, ok? Check it, these donuts are everything … Read More

Clementine Cake (gluten-free, grain-free, paleo) — and a birthday for momma

Love cake? Check out last week’s recipe and enter for your chance to win a DIY Calligraphy Set from The Lettered Bride! Gogogo!  Does it, at this point, go without saying that I’m a momma’s girl? I am, through and through. And a better person for it, I truly believe. There is so much of my mom in me, much to the chagrin of my teenage self, who took only too much pleasure in referring to my mom as a textbook AAM — Angry Asian Mother. My best friend, Miriam, and I coined this term, feeling then that the angrily exhaled sighs of disappointment, underbreath muttering and weekslong periods of restriction (a more enlightened form of grounding) were undeserved, mean-spirited, or at the very least, annoyingly cliché displays of Classic Chinese Parenting via Passive Aggression. We, self-absorbed and overconfident in our abilities to deceive, never stopped to consider how our actions may have factored into such parenting. Skipping school and dating older boys behind their backs. Sneaking out of second story windows — only to sit bored at the end of the cul-de-sac, nervously aware of every pair of headlights bouncing over the speed humps at the end of the block. We … Read More

The Lettered Bride GIVEAWAY — and (shhh!) Secret Sherry Wine Cake

Update: this giveaway is now closed. Thanks to all who entered – and congrats to our winner, Laura P.! Few people know this, but my relationship with Chris started with a night of dancing. A pair of silver pumps. And a girl named Ashley. Ashley and I shared mutual friends throughout college, so our run-ins were not infrequent. She roomed with one of my high school classmates in the dorms. Was heavily crushed upon by my own roommates in the years following (sorry guys, the cat’s out!). And we were both, I can now freely admit with only the faintest hint of shame, groupies of the local bike shop, where my best friends — and Chris — earned their keep three days a week. One particularly slow Saturday, I was sitting with Chris at the register (yeah, no — I wasn’t getting paid to be there; college girls do stupid things around attractive boys), smothering any subtlety with too much hair twirling and short skirtedness (college girls do stupid things around attractive boys) when Ashley suggested the three of us go out that evening. Bless her little wingman heart. And so it was that three of us ended up in the queue for … Read More

Roasted Beet and Fennel Burgers (veg, gluten-free, grain-free, paleo)

Whoa. Check out them lookers. (Also, check out my mom’s vintage sewing table-turned-sideboard.) (And the rih-dic light in her dining room.) (And my clear lack of something to filter all that pretty light.) (But it is oh so pretty.) (K, I’m done now.) Let’s talk about beets, bay. bee. Sweet, nutty and blitzed with licorice-y fennel, warm, worldy spices, piquant salsa and just a dribble of sunshiny honey. AND NUTS. Can we also talk about how there are so many toasty little nut bits going on in here? There are. And it (they?) makes for a patty that is damn near textural paradise. I know that sounds fiercely inappropriate, but I’m not sure there’s another way to describe it. I’m positively addicted to pretty much every aspect of these beet burgers. Not least of which is the fact that I feel oh-so-justified in eating two in one sitting. (Three in one standing!) They’re just veggies and nuts, after all. (OK, super detour: Josh Jackson’s hair + goatee combo thing in Season 6 of the ol’ DC is really working for him. Diane Kruger definitely has herself a nice little national treasure there.) I also kind of love this veggie burger for all the stuff that’s … Read More

Creamy Eggs with Garlicky Greens, Avocado & Chili Oil

You’re so lucky, guys. I’ve got a snap-ton of snazzy stuff headed your way in the weeks to come, like more infused, fruity drinks (since you were kinda bananas for the last one), a pair of pretty, spring soups that will make quick work of all those CSA veggies, and even a CAKE. Yeah, cake stuffs happened and I lived to tell about it. And I totally didn’t drop my favorite ceramic measuring spoon down the running garbage disposal in the process. (No really, I didn’t. But that’s a very real fear of mine. Like, I imagine it happening nearly every time the two — the running disposal and the spoon, that is — get within 10 inches of each other. I guess it’s really the spoon that gets all up nears the disposal, since the latter is kind of in a fixed position, but please believe me when I say that I literally imagine this poor spoon’s inopportune death all. the. time. It’s kind of sick. Send help now. And tell them to bring along some metal measuring spoons so I can put this fear to rest for once and for all. KTHX.) Wow, maybe I should have saved that for the actual … Read More