I’ve been up since 0600, and I’ve just realised I haven’t eaten today. 
I did have a pot of coffee, and I tasted the horseradish dressing I made for the New Orleans shaved beef salad I’ll make tonight. But we’re talking like half a teaspoon of that. (I put in an extra tablespoon of horseradish, and I think it needs more. So it must be just right.)
Not to blow off your predicament (go eat something already!), but “shaved beef salad?” Care to share that recipe?
From the email I got from the restaurant last year:
The horseradish dressing recipe is as follows:
Yield: about 2 cups
1 ½ cups mayonnaise
3 tablespoons creole mustard (or whole grain mustard)
4 tablespoons prepared horseradish
2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
1 tablespoon hot sauce (we use Louisiana brand hot sauce)
2 tablespoons cane syrup (this is a Louisiana product, and may not be available – you can substitute a mild molasses)
2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
Combine.
‘Shaved beef’ just means very thin slices of roast beef. I like the stuff they have at Trader Joe’s, but any market should have it. Tear up the slices of beef and arrange the pieces on a plate. Add salad. Since I’m lazy, I buy a bag of Spring greens and use that. Drizzle with the dressing, however much you want. Top with French’s Fried Onions. The last time I made it, I made a simple syrup. No desire to do that this time, so I used half ‘mild’ molasses and half Karo light corn syrup.
I still haven’t eaten. My friend should be here in a couple of hours, and we can eat then. But I did make the hovmästarsås for the gravlax smörgås. Not much liquid in the fish this morning, so it should be cured by tomorrow.
And before anybody asks: Gravlax.
Sounds awesome, thanks.
Sounds familiar. If I’m cooking, somehow just smelling the food all day is enough. I hosted a birthday party for my daughter last week (25-30 people), and didn’t eat all day (except for tasting) and really wasn’t hungry. Same goes for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Those who forget to eat don’t deserve to eat.
Hey johnny!
With culinary chops like the ones you seem to have, wtf are you doing outside of LA?
My friend called about an hour out, so I went to our little market and bought a couple of rib eyes for Sunday. I couldn’t resist the pizza rolls, so I finally got something to eat around 20:00. We had the shaved beef salad for dinner when she got here, and she asked me for the recipe.
L.A. was bugging the crap outta me! Too hot, to noisy, too crowded, too hot… I like it up here where it’s nice and cool.
I like to cook, and I like to cook for friends, but I don’t think I’d like to do it for a living. I’d be all like, ‘You don’t get a menu! This is what I’m making.’
As someone born and raised in L.A., I can confirm it’s a hellhole. Fortunately, I moved out long before it infected my board name.