Spicy Girl: As ya’ll may know, Sweetie will soon be departing for the wild ranges of Wyoming. So I was disappointed that I couldn’t get her to go out for hot wings as her farewell dinner.
Welcome to Sweet & Spicy Salt Lake City. We are looking for the sweetest and spiciest tastes along the Wasatch Front. This is not another mommy blog & this is not your green Jello connection. We're 30-something women on the prowl for good food and spirits.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The Copper Onion
Spicy Girl: As ya’ll may know, Sweetie will soon be departing for the wild ranges of Wyoming. So I was disappointed that I couldn’t get her to go out for hot wings as her farewell dinner.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Choice is Yours (at Chuck-A-Rama)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Layla Grill and Mezze
Spicy Girl: Thank you for sharing your food insights SGBF. Any last thoughts Sweetie?
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Peep Show V
In our post-modern, "spiritual but not religious" society, Easter has traded in the trappings of bodily resurrection for chocolate eggs menacingly beckoning from every candy dish, threatening to ruin our figures and complexions.
And the creepy chocolate cross. And the jelly beans. And Peeps -- perhaps the most disgusting sugar and marshmallow confection ever manufactured, somehow we all know was created in a lab and not in some kindly grandmother's kitchen. I have a relative who was chief executive of a company that briefly owned licensing rights to Peeps and Pass egg dye. He never showed me how either was made. I have another relative who enjoys nuking his Peeps in the microwave before popping them into his mouth. I haven't seen that process, either.
In a laughing-at-while-laughing-with spirit, the Washington Post has centered Peeps in a competition called "Peep Show," for the past five years. Readers submit dioramas of Peeps in action -- waiting at an airport Transportation and Security Administration checkpoint, being attacked by Peep birds in a scene from the Alfred Hitchcock movie, and stalking like zombies.
Check it out here.
What are your favorites? I enjoyed the "Black Peep" diorama that referenced the "Black Swan" movie, "Peepie Sheen Receives his Daily Transfusion of Fresh Tiger Blood," the intricately created theft of Peep art at the Musee d'Art Moderne in Paris, and "The Very Hungry Catpeepillar."
Do you agree with what the Washington Post selected for first place? I thought it was too serious of a topic to recreate using Peeps as the media.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Flim Flan
Each year on her birthday, my friend Abby – white bred Abby who recently discovered her family’s Lutheran background masked their Jewish identity– asks her office to give her a flan instead of a birthday cake.
(Always one to break with tradition, Abby also asks them to sing Tom Petty’s “Free Falling,” instead of the “Happy Birthday” song…)
I adore cake, abhor flan and was befuddled by Abby’s birthday request.
“Why would you do that?” I demanded to know.
Flan first touched my lips at age 10, when friends invited me to a Las Posadas game at Christmastime, during which children knock on neighborhood doors looking for room at the “inn” for the symbolic Mary and Joseph. The game ended when a home let us in. We headed to the basement for the customary party and ate flan.
“Do you like it?” one of my friend’s moms asked, after I had two bites of flan and put it down. My cheeks were puffed out with lemonade that my juvenile logic theorized would coat my mouth and dissolve the flan-tasting molecules.
I swallowed hard.
“It’s good,” I lied, trying to be a “good girl," like the one Tom Petty sings about.
“Muy mal,” is what I wanted to say.
The second, third and fifty-sixth times I had flan were a few years later in my own white bred home. My younger sister needed to bring Mexican food for a presentation in social studies class.
And for some reason, someone in my family decided that the food would be flan.
My busy mother discovered that Jell-O made instant flan, and she bought roughly 196 boxes at 49 cents a piece – in the 90s everything was cheap – and began whipping the crap up. I say “crap” not to be derogatory toward Hispanics but because flan in a box with gelatin is, from a technical standpoint, crap. Researchers from the Centers for Disease Control have confirmed it.
On presentation day, my mom opened her refrigerator and removed all 196 dishes of flan-crap. They were such a hit at school that she returned with 195 of them. Since they took too much room in the fridge and Mom refused throw them out because “we don’t waste money and we don’t waste food in this house when there are starving children in Africa,” she shoved them in the freezer in the basement.
Several months later, my mom rediscovered the flan like archeologist on a dig. It had yellowed like old newspaper from its original cream color. Despite our ewws, we had to eat it each night until it was done. We called it “phlegm” because of its color and noises we made as we swallowed it.
Traumatized, almost two decades passed before I tried flan again.
Abby is something of a flan connoisseur. “There are numerous ways to make flan,” she said. “Some flan is spongy. Some is rich and creamy and has the same ingredients as crème brulee.”
“Hmmm,” I said. “I like rich and creamy. And I love crème brulee!”
“Then we’ll try some!” Abby said.
"Si," I agreed.
Then the pangs of paranoia arose: Am I a racist to suddenly be open to flan when it’s likened to French cuisine? Was I a racist child for hating flan? Are sensitive taste buds an excuse for a kid? What if I hate flan as an adult? Am I still racist – even if I love tamales and corn tortillas? Am I still racist – even if I side with immigrants in political issues?
The flan I tried that night was on the order of crème brulee. Of course, I loved it. Now, as I continue to wrestle with those questions, I’m going to try different flans. Even the spongy ones, which sound kind of gross. I was especially thrilled to learn that there is chocolate flan, which I plan to rename "chocoflan."
If you feel inclined, share your experiences with flan. Do you know where there's good flan along the Wasatch Front? And, most importantly, where can one get a chocoflan?
Monday, April 18, 2011
When in Paris...
... Don't try this restaurant, writes A.A. Gill for Vanity Fair.
This may very well be the funniest, most intelligent restaurant review Sweetie has read: http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/04/lami-louis-201104.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Fratelli Ristorante
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Red Rock Brewery
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Our tribute to City Weekly
Best Bathroom. Circle Lounge. Sweetie says: They've got awesome red rock sinks. I'd want one in my home -- assuming I were a homeowner and assuming I were rich.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Salt Lake Pizza & Pasta
Spicy Girl: I agree, Sweetie, that there could have been a bit more spinach in the ravioli. The sauce was a little creamier than I was used to but did not taste too rich. I thought the parsley was a nice touch. Now, onto dessert.