Brisket + Birthday + Biscuits
Not only have we been observing Rosh Hashanah, we celebrated My
Dad's 80th Birthday! Quite a momentous milestone, indeed.
Challah is not braided over the 10-day Rosh Hashanah
holiday, but wound into a turban-looking circle to represent the circle
of life, the cycle of a year (etc.). Most cooks add a little extra sugar
to their Challah dough during the New Year holiday to ensure a "sweet"
beginning and often raisins are added to the dough.
The first night of Rosh Hashanah, I served brisket with a sauce made with
caramelized onions and fig balsamic vinegar.
Second night I roasted a chicken and served it with my
famous Fondue Potato Gratin. Cheesy and delicious.
Anyone interested in this recipe?
On Saturday, Dad's family and friends gathered in
Sisters, Oregon to celebrate his 80th birthday.
Dad, with his eldest grandson.
(Obviously, our family has exceptionally attractive children.)
The party was held at Brother Rick's log cabin. Rick set
up the grill, people brought salads and we had ourselves a fabulous
Me, Ken, Dad, Renee, Steve & Rick
All Dad's children were in town for his birthday! I am
the eldest of five.
Photo by Brother Steve
And, of course, if you are in Sisters, you are going to
see a few llamas!
I made a pillow for Dad's motorhome for his birthday...
because what motorhome is complete without a needlepointed pillow... and...
when I was in high school, My Dad caught a monster Brown Trout - so huge
his cronies still talk about the fish.
Sunday morning, Dave and I drove back to Portland, dropping
Brother Steve at PDX for his flight home to Denver. Traffic on the freeway
towards our house was stopped, so we decided to try another restaurant on the
east side of the Willamette River - this time the Alberta Street branch of
Pine State Biscuits.
The restaurant is in a newly gentrified (sometimes I
call it gentri-FRIED due to all the restaurants popping up)
neighborhood in northeast Portland. The area has a fresh vibe and we
were the oldest customers in the restaurant. Pine State is southern
food, with a Portland twist.
It's all about the biscuits. Flaky. Buttery. Stuffed with a deep-fried
chicken breast meat and topped with an assortment of interesting
condiments. It is also about a massive plate of biscuits and gravy -
sausage or mushroom - for $5. This may be the best hipster hangover-food
deal in Portland.
My Driver ordered the Mcisley sandwich - chicken with
pickles, mustard and honey. $6.
I had the Wedgie - chicken with a fried green tomato and
a wedge of iceberg lettuce with blue cheese dressing. $8. It goes
without saying, these sandwiches need a knife and fork.
We both liked our food okay. The biscuits were perfect, but the chicken
was a little dried-out/overcooked and I'm just kinda over counter
service and having to bus my own table - and clean up the mess left from
the last table occupants... which probably explains why everyone in the
joint was under 30.
Until my next update, I remain, your home-again correspondent.
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