First they came for the foie gras.

Now, the self-appointed police of all things have decided to attack…salt. Yes, salt. That mainstay of cooking, that critical ingredient to every baker on the planet, and flavor enhancer to every dish that comes out of a kitchen, professional or otherwise.

Brooklyn Assemblyman Felix Ortiz, potentially the most unintelligent man related to food (or government) in any form, proposes in bill A. 10129 that “No owner or operator of a restaurant in this state shall use salt in any form in the preparation of any food for consumption by customers of such restaurant, including food prepared to be consumed on the premises of such restaurant or off of such premises.”

Mr. Ortiz is single-handedly trying to destroy the restaurant industry by “acting for the public good.” I won’t even get into what he’s trying to do to our palates.

What Mr. Ortiz fails to understand is that salt is an essential component of cooking and flavor enhancement. In baking, it is a chemical necessity. But such things are irrelevant to legislators of his ilk, who are trying to save us from ourselves. Alas, this is simply the latest in the government’s attempt to tell us what we can’t do, and to regulate our health by means of being an evil Nanny.

Chefs are rightfully up in arms, but it is we, the people, who need to take action. Many will shake their heads and wonder why the government is doing such a thing, but then they’ll go back to working 60-hour weeks and forget that our lives and liberties are eroding before our very eyes, as we anxiously await the next episode of Desperate Housewives.

We have become so lazy and complacent as a culture that the government now finds it appropriate to introduce such measures, so the blame rests solidly on our shoulders. We did this. And we are the only ones who can undo it. Lest you think I’m being hyperbolic, I encourage you to brush up on American history, and pay attention to the evolution of the Nanny State.

If you are outraged by the actions of Mr. Ortiz — and I hope you are, I encourage you to start writing, start calling, and let the New York State legislature know that this bill is not only a waste of taxpayer dollars, but an infringement on our rights of the most insidious nature.

Now, some of you might say “but too much salt is unhealthy!” I have news for you: Firstly, if a chef is using that much salt, he isn’t going to be in business for long, because his guests won’t eat his food. It won’t taste good. Secondly, too much of anything is unhealthy, and that’s where we come in: We are the ones consuming, so we must pay attention to what’s going in our mouths. Eat too much salt over a lifetime and it may have adverse effects — but we are the ones holding the fork.

If the idea of the government rationing your food makes you bristle, recognize that much worse measures are not far away. Unless we act now. A coalition called My Food, My Choice has gotten together to fight such inanities — I’m signing up right this minute.

New York State Assembly (look up your assemblyman): http://assembly.state.ny.us/

Felix Ortiz
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This Apple advertisement came out when I was getting my first “grownup” business off the ground. I was living in Boston, struggling through the often overwhelming days of startup, and here came Think Different.

It hit me so hard that I froze on my couch and burst into tears. If there was ever a moment that a brand had made me its bitch, that was it. I had the text version of the ad posted on the wall until it yellowed and curled.

Yesterday Chris Brogan’s weekly dose of genius hit my inbox, and it spoke to this very theme. There isn’t a week where I don’t get some kind of insight or tremendous value from Chris’ newsletter — even when it’s just a reminder that it’s OK to be a misfit. Good deals are a rare find (it’s free), so if you don’t sign up, well, that’s just silly.

If you are one of those crazy ones, and you have a vision that makes you burn with passion, I salute you and everything you represent in this world. It is you to whom I look for inspiration on my dark days, and you to whom I raise my glass on the bright ones. What would this planet be without those who have said “I can do it better!” or “This could use a tweak.” Or even more poignant, “Let’s throw out the model and start over. The old one is broken.”

Those are the words of the heroic, the courageous — and the ones who keep me going. Thank you.

During one of my trips to Halifax, Nova Scotia (one of my favorite places on the planet), I savored a late breakfast in one of those quintessential used book stores with tasty scones and perfectly brewed tea. The store was literally stuffed with books, some dating back to the early 20th Century.

As I perused one of the stacks, a title screamed at me from its humble placement: The Sensuous Woman

Written by “J” in 1969, the back cover had the following review from Playboy:

The author of this book is not especially pretty.

Before “J” became “The Sensuous Woman” she went through life unnoticed.

It’s very different now. “J” is called “ravishingly sexy” by some of the world’s most exciting males. They describe her as “all woman, maddeningly exciting, a modern Aphrodite, a perfect bed-made and life-mate.”

Now “J” reveals her secret, step-by-step program that allows every woman to free her body, train her senses, and realize her tremendous feminine capacity for giving and receiving pleasure.

“J” is unmistakably female; no man could possibly be so exquisitely knowing about how a woman can make the most of what she’s got.

Have you ever wondered what it was like to stumble upon a parallel universe? That moment was something like it, I think.

After perusing the book’s contents, which expounded on the delights of masturbation, training the senses, sexual exploration and the like, I tried to imagine how this must have gone over in the late 60s. It was a #1 bestseller, so clearly women were aching for some kind of knowledge to break the monotony of sex-for-procreation and craft a more pleasurable life for themselves. The fact that “J” took on such a daring topic gave me a thrill I rarely experience. Oh yes, this book was coming home with me.

As a product of the late 70s, it is a bit foreign to imagine what it would be like to consider marriage solely for procreation and sex as a necessary chore. Happily, Garrity focuses on the importance of bringing pleasure to the self, and why it’s important for a woman to feel that on the inside in order to reflect it on the outside. The back cover copy may seem to be an effort at sensationalism, but its words are truthful: When you radiate sensuality, those extra 5 lbs. really don’t make a difference. If they do, that partner isn’t going to be very good in bed anyway, as the focus is not on the pleasure, but on the formula. Yawn.

It’s as if “J” is inside my head, explaining how we must awaken our senses to ignite higher levels of bodily pleasure. She gets it. She got it. I love her.

Incidentally, “J” now appears comfortable going by her full name, Joan Garrity, which appears in the updated version from 1982. I need to get my hands on that copy, too, so I can compare notes.

You might be wondering if I’m going to make any food references in this post. Why yes, in fact, I am. The Sensuous Woman has a section on awakening the senses, and it’s serendipitous that I read it last night, as her process is very close to what I envisioned when designing my new workshop Awakening the Mental Mouth™.  In fact, Chef Mark and I are crafting a two-parter out of the idea: In the first workshop, I will take you through a series of exercises and explorations to awaken your palate, hone your senses and help you learn more about your taste preferences. In the second workshop, Cooking with the Senses, he will show you how to take those flavors and create customized goodies for yourself, from marinades to spice rubs and sauces.

So while my exercises are focused on the sensuality of food, and Garrity’s on the sexuality of the body, they both have the same root: In order to experience the highest levels of pleasure, we must first awaken the pleasure receptors. By focusing on — and exploring — the self.

Want to come and play?

Do you hear that? The first birds have come out of hiding, and their gentle melodies offer a counterpoint to the drip, drip, drip of melting snow. That means we are almost to the end of what feels like the longest winter in history. Those first few 50-degree days are a vicious tease, however, because we know they aren’t yet here to stay.

My palate gets a little bit excited when this happens, as the yearning commences for the baby vegetables of spring, and the vivid hues of new flowers in bloom. And yet we must wait just a bit longer. Needless to say, I’m firing up the grill today, because I simply must have a taste of meat cooked on the fire to soothe my inner cavewoman.

What do you crave on a day like today? Is spring tickling your tongue? The other night I unabashedly ate 3 bowls of salad because the crunch compelled me to keep going back for more.

What meal do you most look forward to in the coming warmer days?

We continue our exploration of Toronto’s Green Barn Market. Chef Mark speaks with Mathieu McFadden from Chocosol Chocolate, a “Pedal powered & Horizontal-trade” chocolate company, which sources all their chocolate direct from growers in Mexico and Central America, and processes it by hand in Ontario.

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Travel and accommodation provided by Tourism Toronto. All opinions expressed are those of the participants.

Six years ago today I experienced one of those moments that will stand out as a big red dot on the timeline of my life. I had just finished my stint launching the Ecole des Chefs program for Relais & Chateaux, and found myself at an odd crossroads: How could I possibly top an international gig working with chefs like Thomas Keller, Guy Savoy and Daniel Boulud? I was actually afraid that my career had peaked early. What now?

I looked at the laptop and tray table before me, and wondered if a career in food writing was the next step. I was hesitant — I knew it wouldn’t pay very well, but I had started this thing called “blogging” a couple of weeks before to test the waters and develop my writing style. My first newsletter had 50 or so subscribers, and I knew every one of them personally. I signed up for a recreational cooking class to get my hands back to work in the kitchen, and hoped that something in the course of all this would inspire me; otherwise I’d need to look at a big career shift.

I quickly got antsy — it’s not in my nature to sit and write all the time. I knew I’d be bored out of my mind soon enough, so I had a fleeting thought: Why not turn this blog into a little food magazine? I knew that its name, Gastronomic Meditations, was a bit confusing for people (sometimes they asked if I was a doctor…sigh), but I pushed forward anyway, knowing that the people who “got it” would continue to get it, and we could explore together. I somehow convinced Kelly Cline, Alder Yarrow and Donna Desfor to play along, and we forged ahead. A few months in, I heard from Go Daddy’s marketing director, who asked if I’d like to be in one of their new customer-focused commercials, and the site got nominated for a World Food Media Award, so I thought hey, this is pretty neat. It seemed like things were off to a decent start.

Not long after, I got an e-mail from a friend of mine: There’s someone I think you should meet. His name is Mark, and he’s a chef. That someone was creating these newfangled things called podcasts. Chef Mark Tafoya is now the person with whom I’ve traveled the world, expanded the vision of what things are possible in this little space called “new media,” and founded the companies that have brought all of our ideas together in one place. In the course of that history there have been some epic arguments and differences of opinion, but when Chef Mark and I find ourselves in that place, we always come back to the root of why we created this: Together we are a powerful team of creativity and passion, and the love and respect we have for that dynamic — and for each other — is what has given us the wherewithal to stay in it and move the dream forward. I likely wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it weren’t for him.

As I sat at that tray table six years ago, I had no inclination of what was ahead. Traveling the world was a goal, being on camera was a pipe dream (and a scary one), and Twitter was something birds did to annoy me.

But here we are. There are six years of our creativity for you to explore on what started as that food blog, but is now the Culinary Media Network — a living travelogue of our adventures from farm to plate, around the globe, with articles, recipes and audio/video programming. This blog, Food Philosophy, is more of my own personal exploration of the connections between food and sensuality, but you’ll see that the posts date back to ‘04, so nothing has been lost along the way. At CMN we’re also in the thick of creating how-to courses for our new online cooking academy, and there’s even a Gilded Fork: Entertaining at Home cookbook for you to explore those ideas in tactile form (The Gilded Fork was our second name, pre-network). The years have gone by in a blur, and the ride has been very rocky at times, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

There have been recent, familiar moments, however, when I’ve found myself facing a question: What now? Now that I’ve flown all over the planet eating, drinking and learning, how can I possibly top it?

Only now, I have a better way to answer that question, which is in the form of a plaque my sister gave me for Christmas. Its call to action is one that will shape the next six years:

Think big. If that doesn’t work, think bigger!

Thank you for being here to be part of the journey with us, and most importantly, for your words of encouragement each time we take on a new challenge and reach a new benchmark. You are what makes the ride worthwhile.

If you’ve followed my musings for any length of time, you probably know that I’m a first-generation American. As such, I’ve made it a mission to learn as much as I can about my family pre-emigration, so the past few years have entailed a lot of research. My mother’s Scottish side has been quite easy to trace, as our clan (Forbes) is a prominent one with a well-documented history. On my father’s Italian side, however, the road has been an emotional one, and at times quite frustrating.

I find that you never really recover from losing a parent; it simply becomes part of the fabric of your history, and at times that material can feel a bit delicate. My father died suddenly when I was 18 years old, at a time in my life when I was absorbed in college and building my future, so I didn’t have a whole lot of interest in his history. The Calabrese are also known for their hard-headedness (“testa dura”), a trait I clearly inherited, so we weren’t always the best of friends.

Now that I’m older, and traveling the world exploring food and culture, it’s as if there’s a giant question mark floating above my head; since my father isn’t here to answer my myriad questions, I’m on my own to find out more about his homeland. Oddly enough, I’ve been to almost every other region of Italy, yet I seem to be saving Calabria. Perhaps because I’m trying to prepare myself.

In the interim, I’m happy to say that the rest of the world has also, at last, taken note of Calabrian cuisine, so I’ve been able to sample some of it from American soil while gathering the information to make my pilgrimage.

On the map of Italy, Calabria is the “toe” of the boot and home to the renowned bergamot orange, used in so many perfumes, and of course as the main accent in Earl Grey tea. Calabria’s landscape is lush, and was highly prized by the ancient Greeks as well as the broad collection of invaders who chose to call the region home throughout its colorful history.

As part of Vino 2010, Italy’s showcase of its regional winemakers, the Italian Trade Commission and the Region of Calabria held a winemaker’s dinner enabling me to explore how Calabrian wines were paired with its foods. The meal was prepared by guest chef Vito Gnazzo of Il Gattopardo restaurant.

During the welcome reception, we were served some of my favorite flavors, like Bruschetta con N’duja, the spicy sausage so indicative of Calabria. We also had Piccoli Peperoni Ripieni di Tonno (peppers filled with tuna) and Arancini di Riso (rice balls filled with veal, peas and Pecorino cheese).

When we sat down to dinner, our antipasto was a welcoming remembrance of childhood: Carciofi e Patate in Tortiera. Though this particular combination paired braised baby artichokes and potatoes, when I was growing up we often had a variation of this with eggplant, peppers and potatoes (which I featured on the Culinary Media Network as Serafino’s Sofrito). I could see this was going to be an evening of comfort.

The first course took the memories a step further with Lagane e Ceci, a thick chickpea soup with pasta. The dish had a fantastic peppery kick so familiar in Calabrian cuisine, and was paired with a big red wine, Ippolito 1845 Ciro Rosso “Liber Pater” DOC 2007. Ippolito is the oldest winery in Calabria, and this particular wine had one spicy profile. I think I may have preferred with the soup with a contrasting wine rather than another layer of spice, but I would love this wine served with beef.

The ever-familiar dried cod appeared in our second course as Lo Stocco di Mammola, a cod fish salad with parsley and extra virgin olive oil from Calabria. This dish was bright and sunny, just like its home region, and would be perfect on a summer afternoon. It was paired with Statti Lamezia Greco Bianco IGT 2008.

After a lemon sorbetto to cleanse the palate, we moved on to Cosciotto d’Agnello Lardellato al Polline di Finocchio Selvatico, a lamb shank scented with wild fennel pollen. (I do love the word finocchio, incidentally, as it is a perfect representation of Italian’s melodic lingual expression.) This mild dish was paired with Cantina Val di Neto Rosso “Arke” IGT 2005.

To cap the evening, we finished with a lightly sweet dish that finished things on a lovely, mellow note: Panzarotti Ripieni di Ricotta con Gelato al Miele, a crispy, flaky pastry filled with ricotta and served with honey ice cream.

This was paired with Amaro, perhaps the most indicative drink of Calabria. This rich, sweet dessert wine, F.lli Caffo Vecchio Amaro del Capo, added the perfect ending to a memorable evening.

There is much to come as I share my discoveries of the region of Calabria, but if you’d like to learn a bit more for yourself, you can visit ItalianMade.com to learn about all of Italy’s wines and regional specialties. Many thanks to the Italian Trade Commission, the Region of Calabria and Chef Gnazzo for enabling me to get a taste of it for myself, and for the comfort it brought me.

That is not a call to action. Though I suppose it could be, as I likely wouldn’t throw you out of bed.

My friends over at Toy with Me, a delightfully sassy sex blog, asked me to come up with a menu idea for Valentine’s Day seduction. As I’m not one to say no to such an opportunity, I suggested a menu from our Gilded Fork: Entertaining at Home cookbook along with some thoughts on the why behind the sexy (read: more rants on aphrodisiacs).

Since my mission encompasses doing my part to ensure the people of Earth enjoy better food and better sex, I’m delighted to be part of their efforts toward improving the better sex portion of the equation.

Read here: Food Porn – The Ultimate Foreplay

Here we go. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, so expect to see no less than 20 articles on the topic of aphrodisiacs and how they can improve your love life. Per the usual, I call B.S.

Yes, there are ways in which food chemically affects our senses, and these facts have been scientifically proven in a number of studies. Hot peppers do make our blood run faster, men and women are aroused by certain smells, etc. However — and this is the very premise of my work — the mind is what drives the senses at their roots. If you aren’t sexy between the ears first, by knowing yourself, your mind, your body and its reactions, the food can only do so much. If you are a sensually-repressed individual, a bite of avocado is not going to suddenly transform you into Casanova. Sorry to disappoint.

The New York Times has an article today on the subject, and my favorite quote was from none other than Dr. Ruth: “The most important sex organ lies between the ears.”

Instead of trying to achieve nirvana via the fig, how about via your soul? What awakens it? What is your approach to life? Your philosophy?

If you pull those things into alignment, and understand who you are at your core, the food then becomes a delicious accompaniment to life itself, where beauty is more vivid, sex more fulfilling — and the senses the catalyst for a journey of satiety in new forms.

The unencumbered mind and spirit provide the best aphrodisiacs I’ve found to date.

Photo: Kelly Cline

It’s been a rough day. I’ve spent months working with my team on the Sex on a Plate event concept, trying to bring it to life in a way that was compelling, satiating, and generally a blast. All the pieces seemed to fit together nicely, so I decided to try my hand in NYC first. It’s my backyard, I have dear friends at the Roger Smith Hotel, and it seemed feasible to pull this off as a launch to my series of Sex on a Plate events. Ambitiously (perhaps overly so), I thought we could offer a compelling alternative on one of the most Hallmark romantic holidays of them all.

I was mistaken. Even with a crackerjack team, a talented chef and a price of $85 for 7+ exquisite courses with wines and tequila, we couldn’t sell enough tickets, so today we had to cancel the Valentine’s Day event. Interestingly, there are, at this moment, other cities wanting Sex on a Plate, ready to put the pieces in motion.

So what went wrong in NYC? Well, I think it might have been a perfect convergence of not enough lead time to market between Christmas and Valentine’s Day, a non-existent advertising budget, not enough outreach, and too much else going on here that day. A perfect storm of fail.

I’ll consider it my tuition. The next one will be planned much more carefully, with more lead time and a lot more momentum. If you build it, they will come — but only if you build it well.

And so we will begin again. I know the concept is a worthy one, as enough of you have said so — sometimes very loudly! — that I believe you. And you believe in what I’m doing here, which is more important — and why I refuse to let this idea fizzle away. Instead it will be refined, re-mixed and relaunched.

Thank you for being a part of my rollercoaster ride. You make it worthwhile. Stay tuned.

Chef Mark and I head to Ontario to taste the culinary delights of Toronto.

From the St. Lawrence Market to Chinatown, Greek Town, the Green Barns Market, and a slew of local restaurants, Toronto shows off its love of locally-grown produce and artisanal ingredients.

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Travel and accommodation provided by Tourism Toronto. All opinions expressed are those of the participants.

Sex on a Plate has unfortunately been cancelled. Please check back for updates on events in other cities. Details coming ASAP. Thank you!

Photo: Kelly Cline

Today is Ayn Rand’s 105th birthday. I wish she were alive right now to see how many hundreds of thousands of people are reading her books. And so she could say “I told you so.”

For her Centennial in 2005, I wrote a piece for the Atlasphere to toast this prolific thinker. I’d like to share it with you today.

P.S. If you happen to have a copy of our Gilded Fork: Entertaining at Home cookbook, you’ll note she’s name-checked in the acknowledgments. If it weren’t for Rand’s work, I might never have met one Chef Mark Tafoya.

*****

Today we toast the centennial of a giant — in thought, character, and sense of life.

Ayn Rand has touched the lives and ignited the minds of millions of people around the globe. Her words are timeless, as are her ideals. Her implacable respect for clear thinking has encouraged others to seek truth in the world around them, and to craft lives based on a foundation of integrity, conviction, and a commitment to reason.

Rand’s moral defense of individualism and capitalism has been an inspiration to leaders in business, government, the arts, and anywhere else one can see the sparks of integrity and intelligence melded into productive action. Her celebration of the individual compelled men and women of the mind to face the gray cloud of mediocrity and say: “Not in my name.”

When I discovered her work a decade ago, I knew I had reached an important moment of truth. Her words resounded with such a powerful “Yes!” inside me that I had to know the reasons why I felt understood.

Perhaps, like me, after reading Atlas Shrugged you felt more compelled to mold the world to your own ideals; or The Fountainhead inspired you to walk a bit taller. Or maybe, as I did, you found a soul-mate in the character of Francisco d’Anconia. Such experiences often change the course of a human life.

Ayn Rand set out to spark the minds of those seeking the heroic in mankind. Her novels and non-fiction have now been embraced by three generations looking for better answers, and her ideas continue to be championed by those whose voices can be heard in academia, science, and the media.

That her books remain bestsellers more than fifty years after their publishing only underscores the depth of her impact. The rapid growth of a community like the Atlasphere, the proliferation of discussion sites across the internet, the number of books being published about Rand, and even references to her in pop culture, all demonstrate how widespread the response has been.

Her words are a call to action for those who welcome challenges and attack them with fervor. And when such mountains seem unscalable, the echo of those words provides fuel for another day:

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours (Atlas Shrugged, p.979).

Happy hundredth birthday, Ayn Rand. From a little girl who once dreamed of great things, and discovered they need not remain in dreams alone.

On our visit to the Condado do Tea region of Rias Baixas, we spent the afternoon with renowned winemaker Cristina Mantilla (right), who showed us around the beautiful Pazo San Mauro vineyard before taking us inside for a tasting.

Pazo San Mauro Winery:
http://www.marquesdevargas.com/
Wines from Spain:
http://www.winesfromspain.com

We also got a wonderful lesson in wine, color and flavor from wine expert Marnie Old, whom I would like to bring with me on every wine tour from now on. She explains wine in a way that is so completely accessible and intelligent, it was like having a personal tutor along with us.

You can find all of her content, including book and how-tos, at http://www.marnieold.com/.

Disclosure: This wine tour was sponsored by Wines from Spain and the Rias Baixas wine region.

One of my favorite things about the digital realm: It enables me to encounter like-minded people who often bring a smile to my face and ideas to my busy brain. When I get to know them offline and in person as well, there’s the added bonus of experiencing them in glorious 3D.

I told you about my darling Emily (@EmilysPearl), with whom I have a sassfully delicious NYC adventure planned next weekend (more to come on that — *rowr*), but there are also others who ring my bell, and I’ll be sharing those with you on a regular basis. First up are three lovely ladies who have shown me serious digital love in the past couple of weeks. My turn.

Sex and the 405

I love hot, smart women. You’ve seen me mention Anais before (my dearest @avflox), whose wordsmithing tends to give me a little shiver. Someone recently quipped that she is the “Shakespeare of Sex,” and I can’t really argue with that. Intelligent and brimming with sensuality, she’s a sumptuous find for your head candy. She was the first to break the news on Sex on a Plate: LA (details soon) for Sex and the 405, and ran with my holy-crap-she’s-in-garters photo. That was an interesting blog traffic day. The full version of the photo is on her blog post, and yeah, my mom is OK with it.

Kitten Lounge

Kimmie (@cocoabebe) and I have not yet met up for drinks, but that’s an evening I’m looking forward to. Her Kitten Lounge site is full of delicious treats on fashion, beauty, lifestyle and entertainment, and is well worth a read if you wish to be as fabulous as she. With a history in fashion, accessories and PR, Kimmie has her own line of designs as well as a consulting agency for fashion social media. Kitten Lounge featured my Sex on a Plate event in their 2nd Annual Love Guide, which gave me a little squee moment.

Miss Manifesto

“Miss Manifesto is every girl you’ve ever wanted to date. She is dirty sexy, wickedly smart and fantastically blunt. She’ll tell you exactly what you need to hear, whether you want to hear it or not. She’s gorgeous, but approachable, never seen without stillettos, and is always dressed to the nines. She expects — and gets — men, and women, to do her bidding, usually before she’s asked for anything. She’s every woman’s best friend and every man’s fantasy, and she’s the newest blog network for women.” I think Colleen Coplick (@ColleenCoplick) pretty much captured everything I love about her in the above — because  Miss Manifesto captures her.

If you want to indulge in some eye and mind candy, do give these ladies a gander.

In his latest ReMARKable Palate episode, Chef Mark recapped some of the delicious discoveries we made at a recent dinner at Felidia highlighting the flavors of Basilicata, Italy, which lies between the Apennine mountains and Tyrrhenian Sea (or the “instep” of Italy’s boot). The event was hosted by Lidia Bastianich and our dear friend Lou DiPalo, whose ancestral roots can be found in Basilicata.

Lou’s son Sam was recognized as an ambassador to the region that evening, and it was delightful to see the pride on papa’s face as they both enjoyed that special moment. DiPalo’s (both the store in little Italy and the online store) features the products we tasted at this event should you find your mouth watering.

We would be remiss if we didn’t share images of the dishes from the menu, as the regional flavors came together at the hands of chefs Mario DeMuro, Rocco Cristiano Pozzulo and Francesca Rondinella to emphasize the beauty of simplicity. We were very taken with the dried Senise peppers (left side of photo below), which we were initially hesitant to bite into lest they be fiery hot. Much to our surprise, they had a delicious sweetness that would replace most snack foods for us. They were crunchy like a potato chip, but flavorful and sweet like a natural food should be.

Our first course featured a selection of Basilicata cheeses including Caciocavallo Silano DOP (one of my favorites) and Pecorino de Filiano DOP, served with regional honeys, preserves and olive oil. The orange blossom honey was my absolute favorite, with acacia following at a close second. The dish was accompanied by pickled eggplant slices that packed a tart punch, so our mouths were dancing before we reached the last forkful.

Next was a dish of comfort food at its finest. Rich yet surprisingly light, the cavatelli with Fagioli di Sarconi IGP, this flavorful bowl of goodness was perfect for a chilly winter’s night. Pasta e fagioli is a classic combination (“pasta fazool” for those who insist on using a dialect…sigh).

Our next pasta course highlighted those lovely dried Senise peppers, sprinkled over stracinati pasta with cacioricotta (a sheep’s milk cheese) and toasted breadcrumbs.

A surprise awaited us with the next dish. As it said “flan” on the menu I was expecting the typical flan texture as one might find in a dessert flan; this, however, was firm, composed of Canestrato di Moliterno DOP cheese and with flavors that mimicked the taste of the inside of a ravioli. Decadently rich, the flan’s accompaniments of tomato sauce and crispy fried basil leaf provided a lovely counterpoint to make for a dish that, for me, screamed Italy.

I get a little bit excited about figs. Dessert had me writhing in my chair a little bit, as the honey dessert (described as a tart, but much more like a Madeleine texture) was served with a pistachio sauce and caramelized fig. I would trade chocolate and any other candy for these figs, and must now have them in my pantry. They would be perfection served with a light creamy accompaniment — even vanilla ice cream.

Many thanks to the region of Basilicata, Lou DiPalo, Lidia Bastianich and Felidia for inviting us to be a part of this evening. As Lou DiPalo likes to say, Italy is a region of 20 different countries, and we are learning the unique components of each as we taste our way around the boot. There is never a dull flavor moment.

I’ve just received the first set of menu ideas from the Roger Smith Hotel chefs for my Sex on a Plate event, and as I review the flavor profiles, my mental mouth is hard at work to determine what I think will work, and what I might like to tweak. So I thought this was a good time to talk more in depth about this phrase to which I’m constantly referring.

When I talk about the “mental mouth,” I mean your little inner chef, who goes to work when you are hungry, or are planning a meal. He’s the one who calls to you when you’re craving something like honey-roasted figs stuffed with whipped blue cheese and pine nuts, or who takes stock of your fridge’s ingredients and says, “We’re having a Gruyere omelette with sauteed onions, a side salad with honey Dijon vinaigrette and grilled bread.”

He’s also the one who craves things at the most inconvenient times, like homemade Chinese dumplings at 2 AM. (Incidentally, my brother Phil, whose palate blows mine away, will get up and indulge that craving. His dumplings are some of the best I’ve ever tasted.)

That little inner chef is the keeper of food memories. The storer of flavor profiles.  The master of indulgences. And the more you exercise him — by tasting, exploring, sniffing, touching — the more skilled he becomes. After many years of training, I can now confidently open any fridge and plan a meal (except for Chef Mark’s, which has little to work with but bottles of foreign ingredients I can’t decipher). For example, if I see eggs, flour, cream and some vegetables, it’s time for pasta primavera accented with whatever herbs and spices I have to work with.

Sometimes the mental mouth can fool us. It can say “Yes! Try the abc with the xyz!” — and it’s a disaster. Sometimes it’s a win — think dark chocolate-dipped bacon.

The mental mouth is what has led us to evolve as a cooking and eating species. It has created the winning flavor combinations of lime, cilantro, chile and beef, or pasta, Pecorino Romano cheese, butter and truffle shavings. Someone had to take a risk — and we get to benefit. The more you taste, the more data you store in that inner chef’s recipe files, so when you stumble upon the perfect tomato he goes to work. Do you want to eat that juicy ruby with citrusy cilantro or spicy basil? With red onions or sweet white ones? Alone or with some bread?

As you develop his repertoire, you can then look at a dish named Beef medallion with celery root puree, confit garlic foam and spiced port reduction and give it a “Hell, yes.” Right now my inner chef is dancing in the combination of the delicate celery root and sweet garlic foam, knowing a little punch will come from the spicy reduction, all blending together perfectly with the richness of the beef. I can taste it in my head.

So if you want to develop your own little inner chef, start paying closer attention when you eat. See how the flavors play on your tongue, and your palate. Take note of what specifically you like about the flavor or texture. Do avocados make your tongue sing with their delicate, silky texture? Do you like the way noodles feel as they slide down your throat? Does the smell of fresh oregano make you swoon? The world is your laboratory. Go play.

And yes, I’m serving that beef dish at the event.

Photo: Kelly Cline

If you have any preconceived notions about coffee, this is a good time to cast them aside. After talking with Brian Franklin, I certainly have. Brian is the owner of The Double Shot Coffee Company in Tulsa, OK, and he is roasting the best coffee that has ever touched my lips, bar none. He has changed my whole world.

In our chat we discuss everything from picking, roasting, grinding and brewing to why most of the commercial coffee you buy (including from that big chain) is burnt, and why those enticing-looking, oily beans are bad. Step into Brian’s world with me.

www.doubleshotcoffee.com

Here’s the Cook’s Illustrated coffee machine test to which we referred:
http://www.cooksillustrated.com/video/default.asp?docid=17108&newVideo=y

I’ve also got a very important announcement about Sex on a Plate in case you haven’t heard the news!

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Food Philosophy is a production of the Culinary Media Network (www.culinarymedianetwork.com)

I see the mastering of lesser cuts of meat as the mark of a true cook. Let’s face it: Anyone can serve a decent filet mignon — there isn’t a whole lot of cooking involved. Given both the skyrocketing prices of food and the deep-seated need for me to master those lesser cuts, I have set out to master the art of braising. All-Clad was kind enough to send me a 6-quart saute pan to test from their new Stainless with d5 collection, so it is my new plaything (initial thoughts at the end of the post). I do love a pan that can go directly from stove top to oven, as it makes the cooking and cleaning easier.

There is something inherently comforting about slow-cooked, caramelized beef, but it takes a bit of patience — not my strong suit. Nevertheless, I reminded myself ahead of time that such patience would result in a luscious dinner.

The last time I made beef-back ribs I used an ale and finished them on the stove top, and used a small soup pot. This time I decided to go with a lager and finish them in the oven in the All-Clad pan. In this case I used Foster’s, as it was the only beer I could find in a single serving, and one can does the whole batch.

The beauty of these ribs is that they are mighty cheap. I bought two packs (about 12 ribs) for a total of $3.00. These are not to be confused with short ribs, which have the meat on top of the bones. These have the meat in between the bones, and are much cheaper. Now, I might be braising these slightly differently from the way others do, but I look at recipes as a guide. Feel free to adapt, add different flavors, or whatever you like.

Step 1: Caramelize the ribs.
This is the most critical part of the whole process, so don’t rush it. You want to really get some caramelization on these ribs before they are submerged in liquid, because it’s a major part of your flavor component. It will take about 20 minutes. Lightly coat the ribs with Kosher salt and a bit of pepper, get your pan really hot, add some olive oil, heat until it shimmers, and place your short ribs in the pan. Leave them alone.

While that’s happening, pre-heat your oven to 375 F. Resist the urge to move the meat around too much — let the magic happen.

Step 2: Add onions & garlic.
You can also add carrots here, but I forgot to grab one at the supermarket. It happens. Reduce your heat and add the onions and garlic. You may want to wait until the last few minutes to add the garlic because if it burns it will ruin the whole dish. I probably should have been a bit more patient here with the onions, but I added the garlic simultaneously and didn’t want to burn it. (This photo is before the onions had done their delicious sweating.)

Note: Some recipes call for removing the ribs, draining the fat from the pan, and starting with fresh oil to sweat the onions, garlic and other vegetables. I disagree, because in this case there wasn’t too much fat left, and I wanted the flavor.

Step 3: Add braising liquid, herbs & spices.
I added a giant can of Foster’s, some of the rosemary water I made the other day (not just for hair!), some ground coriander and a hint of Chinese five spice. (Add whatever spices tickle your fancy. For whatever reason, my mental mouth liked these.) Stir the liquid and scrape the bottom of the pan to loosen all the yummy bits. These are also important for flavor.

Step 4: Cover and place in a 375 F oven.
Now go away. For about 3 hours. You can check on the liquid periodically (I do so about every 30 minutes), but let the meat do its thing.

When the ribs are finished, the liquid will have reduced considerably, and the meat will be falling off the bone. You shouldn’t need a knife to cut it apart. Note: This is when you should check the salt flavor in the dish. I tend to go easy on the salt in the beginning, because as the juice reduces the flavors become intensified, and too much salt will ruin it.

Step 5: Serve over something starchy and delicious.
Some people serve these with potatoes or rice, but I am a huge fan of egg noodles. I like the way they slide over my tongue and slither down my throat. Once I remove the bones and there is nothing but meaty goodness, I like to slather this over a pile of noodles and lose myself in silky, meaty goodness.

Verdict on the All-Clad Stainless with d5 saute pan:

My sentiments about cookware and sports cars are the same: I want sleek design and superior performance. This pan did not disappoint. All-Clad has incorporated some really smart design elements into this collection, including little touches that make for easier logistics, such as lid handles that can accommodate hands wearing oven mitts, cool handles on the pan should you forget said oven mitt (I have done so) and a pouring rim all the way around the edge. The pan is also quite light despite its enormous 6-qt. size.

Most important for me, however, is the even cooking across the surface of the pan. I had ribs inside and outside, and expected to have to move them around so the inner ones wouldn’t burn, but caramelization transpired in harmony for all the ribs. Glee.

Cleanup with this pan was also effortless, even with caramelized gooey goodness all over the pan and lid. I will be experimenting much more with this pan, so I’ll share further thoughts as they occur.

I love when good friends introduce me to new good friends. Thanks to my darling C.C. Chapman, I was pointed in the direction of one Emily Cavalier, upon whom I’ve proceeded to develop a ridiculous girl-crush. I get so excited when I find people who “get” life the way I do, and her spirit is one that never ceases to bring a smile to my face. She’s frank, lusty, appreciates beauty, et elle parles francais comme moi.

Also? She smells really good.

Emily is determined to explore every inch of NYC’s ethnic foods, and I’ve become quite eager to follow her along the journey. She chronicles her adventures at MouthoftheBorder.com.

Aw hell, I don’t want to follow. I want to be there in real-time. She’s too purdy for me to miss that part.

Photo: Marc Hall

That’s what Hank Shaw says, anyway. I’ve just finished the redesign on his site, Hunter Angler Gardener Cook, and one of the job hazards was to be found in perusing his content whilst re-coding. But oh, the distraction of sausages.

While on this train of thought, I found his chanterelle soup and chortled. Yes, chortled, because he called it “sex in a bowl.” This is why I like Hank.

That, and he swears as much as I do, which makes for awesome phone calls. Here’s how he felt about the soup:

Holy sweet Jesus on the cross was this good!  The flavor hammers you with chanterelle’s beguiling flavor, backed with a whiff of saffron, the creamy mouthfeel of a classic veloute (stock whisked with a blond roux), and a slightly slutty wink from the dash of Armagnac I put in, all given added heft from a liaison of cream and egg yolks.

Sex in a bowl, indeed. Now get going.

Photo: Holly Heyser

I am a big proponent of smelling edible, and I’ve been experimenting with aromatics the past few months to find the scents that really kick my senses into overdrive. The orange and vanilla essential oil I mentioned a few months ago has been worn to great effect not only for me, but to a person, the people I’ve met while wearing it.

Now that my hair is very long, it takes a bit more maintenance, and nothing looks worse than ratty long hair. I read that rosemary water is excellent for shine and a refreshing pick-me-up for the scalp, so off to the kitchen I went. I’m a fanatic for Aveda’s Rosemary Mint line of hair products, but as those are a bit pricey, I’m opting for this method to get the same scent fix. I didn’t have any mint handy (that WILL go in the next batch), so I just used fresh rosemary for this. UPDATE: I bought the mint. It was worth every penny.

The process is very simple: Boil a kettle of water and pour it over some fresh rosemary sprigs  & mint leaves into a bowl. Let it steep for about 20 minutes, drain and let it cool. Put it in a plastic container and you have a hair rinse. Use it after your shampoo and conditioner (no need to rinse), and style.

Yum.

Have fun sniffing yourself.

Note: I’ve read in various places that this rinse is best for dark hair. Chamomile is recommended for blondes.

Photo: Kelly Cline

What does your inside voice say when you taste something sublime?

Mine says this.

You’ve seen me talk a lot about Sex on a Plate on Twitter and Facebook, but I think it’s high time we got out of the digital realm of talking food and sensuality to bring the experience to life, so if you’re in NYC for Valentine’s Day, I hope you’ll join us for a very special evening.

WHAT IT IS

We’ll spend the evening exploring the sensual pleasures of food through small plates composed of sultry flavors, textures and colors. We’ll work to envelop each and every one of your senses and push your palate to the limit.

Beer, wine and special cocktails will be available. Our guests will leave with gift bags full of goodies. There’s also a special discount on hotel stays for those that want to continue their evening of pleasure.

While much of the evening will bring you mouth-to-mouth with the unexpected, here’s some of what you can look forward to:

6:30 – 7 PM Passed hors d’oeuvres and signature cocktails

7 – 10 PM Small plates and open bar

Throughout the evening, special guest Yolanda Shoshana, the Luscious Lifestyle Diva, will be sharing some of her delicious expertise. I’ll also be available with some special guests to share more about the connection between food and sensuality.

MENU (Subject to change depending on seasonal ingredients)

Passed hors d’oeuvres:

• Avocado mousse with pickled ginger and orange zest on spicy tortilla crisp
• Truffled oysters
• Cardamom-dusted grilled lamb chop

Small plates:

• Endive with bacon, St. André cheese, hazelnuts, caramelized dried figs and honey vinaigrette
• Saffron Gnocchi with crispy artichokes
• Beef with celery root puree, garlic foam and a spiced port reduction
• Selection of artisan cheeses
• Honey-glazed pear tart with lavender whipped cream

Beer, wine and cocktails – Featuring Hahn SLH Estate Syrah Santa Lucia Highlands 2007

Goodie bags (Value: $40+)

WHO THIS EXPERIENCE IS FOR

Singles, couples and groups of friends who want to explore and delight in the sensual pleasures of food. This event is for everyone, regardless of status or sexual preference, so long as you have an adventurous palate.

DETAILS
February 14, 2010
6:30 – 10:00 PM
Roger Smith Hotel, Penthouse Solarium

EARLY-BIRD TICKET PRICES THROUGH 1/31/10

$100 pp
$90 pp for groups of 2 or more
Ticket price includes goodie bag valued at $40+
Space is limited. 21 and over. ORDER YOUR TICKETS HERE.

Note: Due to the nature of this tasting event, we will unfortunately not be able to accommodate food allergy restrictions. Menu may contain shellfish, nuts or other allergens.

HOTEL SPECIAL

The Roger Smith Hotel is offering a special “Take Monday Off” rate on Valentine’s Day for this event. Please contact Brian Simpson at brian@rogersmith.com or @Bsimi on Twitter to book.

Photos: Kelly Cline

I finally got to sit down and watch the PBS documentary crafted from Michael Pollan’s book, The Botany of Desire: A Plant’s-Eye View of the World. Its metaphorical view is intriguing if you think about how well certain plants have succeeded in wooing us — some so thoroughly that they’ve been given a world tour and hero’s welcome.

One particular quip captured the idea succinctly, about how seemingly “useless” things of beauty, such as flowers, have captivated to a global marketplace to possess them — simply so their beauty can be enjoyed.

Principles of pleasure are hard-wired into our psyches as human beings. While some are disinclined to indulge such pleasures (which is fine — more for me), there is such joy to be had in savoring glimpses of beauty that tickle the senses, even just a bit. It changes my mood if I enter my home and see a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the foyer. And chances are that I put them there. Just because.

Things of beauty are never useless. Whether they are found in the bright orange of a Gerber daisy, the smell of baking bread or our lover’s cologne, they make us feel alive, and consciously aware of witnessing something to give us pause.

But we have to be paying attention.

If you’ve been walking around in a haze, focused on work, work, work, or getting the kids to bed, or “getting it all done” (psst…you never will), you are missing out on those moments. But at the end of your life, you will not look back and be thankful that you “got it all done” (you won’t). You will look to things of beauty to remember the precious dotted points along the timeline of your life. The smile of your child. A romantic getaway. The perfect meal.

Make sure there are some dots, OK? Really big ones, if you can manage it.

When my friend Paul started talking about this pizza he prepared, I believe I may have dribbled on my shirt. I’m unsure because I was caught up in the rapture of my mental mouth at that moment. This combination of flavors is veritably sex on a plate.

This recipe has a lot of steps, but it is the perfect way to spend a snowy or chilly afternoon.

Serves 4

Ingredients

Recipes below for all of the following:
Pizza dough
Garlic olive oil
Roasted cherry tomatoes
Sauteed vegetables
Sauteed shrimp

1/2 lb lumb crab meat , picked through and drained if packed in water
2 c mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, finely grated

Special equipment

15” round pizza stone

Preparation

For the pizza dough:
1 cup lukewarm water
2 1/4 teaspoons active yeast
1 teaspoon sugar
2 1/2 cups white unbleached flour (don’t use whole wheat for this pizza)
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons garlic olive oil

Proof yeast in water and sugar. Add remaining ingredients, stir with a fork and incorporate into a ball. Knead a couple times on floured surface (don’t over mix, as this is not a bread dough). Place in greased bowl, covered in warm place to rise until doubled, about 30-45 minutes.

For the garlic olive oil:
2 – 3 cups olive oil
1 head garlic peeled and sliced
Place garlic into oil and simmer under med heat until the garlic starts to brown, about 20-30 minutes. Note: The garlic will boil and begin to settle before it starts to brown if at medium heat. Set aside and let cool. If the garlic continues to brown, remove it with a slotted spoon and set aside. Otherwise remove the garlic when oil is cool, and store oil in an air-tight container.

For the roasted tomatoes:
12 oz cherry tomatoes
1 tablespoon white balsamic vinegar
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 tablespoon garlic olive oil

Pre-heat the oven to 450 F.

Halve tomatoes and squeeze/scoop out seeds and pulp. Place on baking sheet, drizzle with garlic olive oil, vinegar, salt and pepper. Roast 20-30 minutes until beginning to caramelize. Remove and cool on baking sheet.

For the sauteed vegetables:
8 oz mushrooms, sliced
8 oz asparagus, cut into 1/2-inch lengths
1 tablespoon garlic olive oil
2 tablespoon sherry
1/2 teaspoon thyme, dried

Heat the olive oil in a large saute pan until shimmering. Saute mushrooms until water is released and evaporated. Add sherry, thyme, salt and pepper, and cook until most of the liquid is absorbed. Add asparagus and cook for 2 minutes (keep asparagus under-cooked). Remove from heat and set aside. Add roasted tomatoes and stir. Drain on paper towels if there is any excess liquid.

For the shrimp:
1/2 lb shrimp, cleaned and deveined (cut up if large)
1/2 teaspoon salt
Pinch of pepper
1 tablespoon garlic olive oil
1 teaspoon Sriracha hot sauce (the one with the rooster — do NOT substitute)

Heat olive oil in a large saute pan over medium-high heat. Add ingredients and saute shrimp until almost cooked (it will finish cooking in the oven). Drain on paper towels.

For the white sauce:
2 tablespoons garlic olive oil
1/4 cup unbleached flour
1 cup milk (2% or higher)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper

Heat olive oil in a small sauce pan over medium-high heat for 2 minutes. Add flour and whisk 1-2 minutes until the flour has mixed in and cooked to remove the raw taste. Add milk, increase heat slightly and whisk until thickened. Add salt and pepper, cover and set aside. Note: You may need to re-heat the sauce a bit before adding to the pizza.

Assemble the pizza:
Spread pizza dough onto the cold pizza stone, drizzle with garlic olive oil and bake for 8 minutes. Remove the dough from the oven, spread white sauce over the dough and top with veggie mixture. Sprinkle the crab and shrimp over the top. Cover with mozzarella and parmesan cheeses. Bake 15-20 minutes more until cheeses begin to brown.

Devour.

Recipe and photo by Paul Adair. All rights reserved.

We are so honored that our series CMN Travels has been nominated for a TASTY AWARD in the Best Food Travel Series: Web category. The Award itself is sponsored this year by JetBlue. The TASTY AWARDS celebrate and recognize the year’s best achievements in food and fashion programs on television, in film, and on the web.

Winners of the TASTY AWARDS will be announced and receive their honors on January 14th, 2010 at a red carpet Awards Show in San Francisco, portions of which will be filmed for broadcast on national television in February 2010 to millions of households.

We really love that people are recognizing all the hard work that we put into out travel series here on CMN, and we will continue to release feeds of each destination we explore. Coming soon we’ll have feeds from our travels to Toronto, Peru, Hawaii, and more videos from Scotland, England and Wales.

Here’s a 30 second promo they asked us to create for the awards ceremony, which will take place January 14th in San Francisco. Wish us luck!

Not the obvious one. Even the illegal immigrants from Jupiter have read, seen or heard about Twilight.

There have been volumes written about the mystique of Edward Cullen — why he makes women crazy in ways that perhaps no male, real or fictional, has done save for the blinding presence of Elvis Presley.

What woman wouldn’t swoon at the thought of an old-fashioned romantic with good manners and diction? Or wouldn’t want to be adored so fervently that her boyfriend watches her sleep because she fascinates him? Men roll their eyes when women gush about “my Edward.”

(Yes, we call him that.)

On the other side of the cemetery fence, there has been much psychologizing about the potential societal damage of idealizing an obsessed, over-protective, control freak of a boyfriend, and how that might skew the minds of young females in the wrong direction. There is merit in this argument, because when you look at it objectively, Edward and Bella’s relationship is a little bit creepy. 

But let’s put that aside to get to the root of something very important, shall we?

Given my metier, I see Edward Cullen in a slightly different light, so to me, the secret of his appeal is quite simple, really:

Bella is edible to him — and he never lets her forget it.

I have advised many a female friend to smell delicious — so much so that a man cannot keep from nibbling on her neck. And given the neck’s prominence as one of the most sensitive erogenous zones in the body, there is no wonder that vampires have such sensual appeal. But Edward takes it to a whole new level.

 In Bella’s case, her scent is that perfect combination of pheromones and whatever else it is that attracts him helplessly to her. She is, quite literally, Edward’s sex on a plate.

But it is in the way he titillates them both with that knowledge, and keeps the meal itself just out of reach for both of them, that drives her (and me) mental with desire.

Edward’s moments of pure sensual indulgence leave me in a state of heady, wanton lust. As a vampire his senses are exponentially more potent, so I can only imagine what it must feel like for him to run his lips along the edge of her jaw, breathing in her bouquet as he gently caresses her neck and collarbones. He compares it to appreciating the aromatics of a fine wine.

I know it must be good for her, because the very notion leaves me breathless. But why is it so heady?

Because there is danger just on the other side of it. At any moment he could completely lose control and have her for lunch.

He drives them both just to the edge, then backs off, heightening the tension just a bit more each time. This is what any good lovemaking session — and any good meal — strives to achieve. Then the climax is, well, you’ll have to read the books.

My point is that Edward’s deliciousness, at least in my eyes, is his ability to savor the pleasures of his senses, and to tease them in ways that make life with his beloved a delicious test of will. He figuratively, literally and in all other possible ways, wants to devour her. Believe me when I tell you that every woman wants that.

In the case of Edward it is a dangerous game, yes, but oh, the pleasure…

You’ve been asking, so we thought 2010 would be a great time to open the doors of our new online school, the Culinary Media Network Academy. From cooking techniques to lifestyle tips, we’ll be adding the types of classes that will help take your kitchen and entertaining skills to the next level. If you have a restaurant or food business, we’ll also show you how to leverage social media to improve your bottom line with our Restaurant Social Media 101 course.

The walls are freshly painted, and we’ve got some initial pieces live, including some of our favorite recipe collections, sets of Chef Mark’s Cooking Tips and our Entertaining Survival Guide — the perfect companion to our Gilded Fork: Entertaining at Home cookbook. We’ll soon be launching my Bachelor’s Boot Camp (the first victim student is in NYC this week), so keep an eye out for that. In the coming months we’ll be adding more classes in various formats, from text to audio and video courses.

Now here’s where you come in: We need your feedback to create our curriculum! If you have a burning desire (no pun) to learn how to purchase and cook different types of meats, or if you’ve always wanted to perfect your knife skills, we are open to your suggestions. Tell us what you want and we’ll create it. If you sign up for the Academy now, you’ll receive special pricing on new classes that come out.

Please add your feedback on the main post we’ve created on the main Culinary Media Network site, and tell us how we can help you take your cooking and entertaining skills to the next level. We’ll see you in class!

Meatballs are so much more than food to me. They embody a big piece of my childhood, and dear loved ones whose memory I’m able to keep alive each time I make them. The moment preparation begins, I’m instantly transported to happy memories, and one ritual in particular.

My late brother Bob was an incredible cook, particularly when it came to Italian food. He spent so much time at the stove, his proclivities earned him the nickname “Meatball.” I spent many a Saturday or Sunday watching him at the stove, carefully rolling out each meatball, then rolling each again before it went into the oil. The smell would fill the house, beckoning me like a wanton lover.

When meatballs were on the menu I was never far away; this was a necessity, as I had to strike at the perfect moment. You might say I have a “thing” for meatballs, but with seven kids in the family, rations were pretty strict. I also like my meatballs without sauce, so if I wanted to sneak one, I had to do it between the time they came out of the frying pan and went into the pot of sauce. The moment my brother turned his back I would spring, grabbing a scorching hot meatball and running for the bathroom, where I would lock myself in and blow on the meatball to cool it and savor each second of its ambrosia-like qualities. Sometimes I was too hasty, and spent the next couple of days with a burnt tongue.

The batch I made today brought me to what I’m calling Meatball Nirvana. The texture and flavor were PERFECTION. Since many people have requested the recipe over the years, I thought it was time to share.

This recipe comes from my Gramma Crucciti (dad’s mother), and there are two important secrets: (1) you must use stale bread; and (2) you must not be squeamish. The only way to ensure the meatballs taste good is to sample the raw mix before it goes into the frying pan. You only need a little pinch to taste. The rest is easy, but a lot of the measuring needs to be done on-the-fly, as your taste preferences may differ from mine. Play with the recipe until you get the flavors where you want them.

Actually, there is a third secret: These must be made with love, and so much of it, it fills the kitchen. It improves the taste ten-fold.

Ingredients

2 lbs chopped meat (no more than 80% lean — embrace the fat, it tastes good)
Equal amount of stale Italian bread (approximately 1 1/2 large loaves for 2 lbs meat)
1 egg
1-2 cups Pecorino Romano cheese, finely grated, to taste
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped or pressed
1 Tbsp parsley, finely chopped

Vegetable oil for cooking

Preparation

Prepare the bread:
Soak the stale bread in a large bowl of water until the bread is completely soft. Break the bread apart in large chunks, removing the crust. Squeeze each chunk with your hands to get as much of the water out as possible and set aside on a plate.

[Chef's Notes: It is important that you have a 1:1 ratio of bread to chopped meat to achieve the proper texture. Please do not substitute bread crumbs for the squeezed bread, as you will get nowhere near the same results in texture.]

Prepare the meatball mix:
Add the bread to the chopped meat and mix together by hand, squeezing to ensure an even distribution of bread throughout. Add 1 cup of the Pecorino Romano, then the remaining ingredients and mix my hand. Taste a pinch of the mixture to see if the flavors are to your taste. Add more cheese if necessary.

Roll the meatballs:
Using a spoon or your fingers, take a scoop of the mixture and roll it between your palms to form the meatball. (The size is entirely up to you, but a soup spoon usually makes a good guide.) Place the raw meatballs on a large platter in a single layer.

Fry the meatballs:
Half-fill a large saute or cast-iron pan with vegetable oil. Heat under high heat until the oil shimmers. Carefully add the meatballs, re-rolling them if they have fallen out of shape. Fry until a solid brown crust has formed on the bottom half of the meatballs, about 4 minutes, then flip over with a metal slotted spoon. Cook for another 4 minutes. (You can remove one and cut it in half at this point to make sure it’s fully cooked.) Remove to a plate or bowl lined with paper towels to drain the grease.

[Chef's Notes: You can also use a deep-fryer to make these, but you must be careful to load the basket in a single layer at a time or the meatballs will stick together.

You might be inclined to use olive oil for cooking the meatballs, but I don't recommend it. It imparts an additional layer of flavor that is not necessarily ideal, and doesn't play well at high temperatures.]

If you’ve made a pot of sauce (I’ll save that for another recipe), add the meatballs to the sauce and mangia!

Twas the night before Christmas, and Jennifer freaked out.
In the middle of cooking, her power went out.
With dozens of guests already en route,
Her feckless attempt at a meal was moot.

She went through her iPhone, Twitter and spam,
Surely someone could spare a ham.
But who would be cooking? That was the key.
With a gasp she knew, and called C.C.

“Code Blue in the kitchen!” she frantically said.
“If I don’t come up with a meal, I’m dead!”
“Don’t worry,” said C.C. “I’ve got a good vibe,
Let me call Brogan and rally the tribe.”

Together they tweeted, and asked and plead,
For able cooks to come load up the sled.
Julien arrived with tiramisu,
And Chris Penn added a bottle or two.

From near and far, the dishes arrived,
From soup to mashed potatoes with chives.
“We’d better get going,” said C.C. with haste,
“The sled’s almost full, and we’ve no time to waste.”

“What about Jen in L.A.?” said Chris,
“If we don’t stop by her house, she’ll be pissed.”
Quickly they fled to the leftward coast.
They had to hurry — this was cutting it close.

“Thank heaven you’re here!” said the bubbly Miss Jen.
“I heard the alert, and prepared a hen.
And Kelly Cline dropped by — call it fate,
But here’s a whole platter of sex on a plate.”

Meanwhile, back home, Jennifer knew
She needed a space to welcome her crew.
She called dear Brian at the Roger Smith,
“Do you guys have room, or is that just a myth?”

Thankfully, Chef Mark called ahead,
So he and Chaz set up for the spread.
Madeline arrived with cocktails in hand,
And Susan showed up with a five-piece band.

With panic, Jennifer eyed the clock.
Where were the boys — and what was in stock?
She ran to the roof to wait for them there,
Hoping there’d be enough food to share.

Like a beacon of hope the sled appeared
With C.C. and Chris — and a few reindeer.
“I told you we’d make it!” said C.C. with glee.
“You have to believe in friendship, you see.”

“Never doubt a crowd,” said Chris,
“Who believes in eating as well as this.
“There’s turkey and bread, and roast beef too,
But I did take a bite of the tiramisu.”

With a laugh, she gave them both a squeeze.
“Let’s get this inside before we freeze.”
As far as her eye could see, there were treats
To bring to life her Christmas feast.

As Chef Mark and crew laid out the spread,
Jennifer cleared the thoughts in her head.
She knew it was time for a special toast,
To celebrate friends who mattered the most.

She knew Chris and C.C. had to run,
To join their own families for holiday fun.
So when each guest had taken a seat,
She clinked her glass and rose to her feet:

“To my friends,” she began with a raise of her glass,
“Without whom I’d be out on my ass,
I thank you for showing me all through this year
That friendships like yours make life more dear.

Through struggles and triumphs I never forgot
That help was right there when my gusto was shot.
My comrades in arms, this toast is true,
From a heart so filled with love, thank you!”