Frying It

If you love that crispy, crunchy fried tofu that most restaurants finesse nowadays, there’s no excuse for settling with the sludgy, watery mess that an un-fried tofu stir-fry can become. Here’s a technique you can use for almost any recipe that calls for fried tofu, from kung pao tofu, to mock fried chicken. Continue reading

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Marinating It

If you’re looking to avoid the gallon of canola oil that it takes to crunchify your curd, press the shite out of it and replace the tofu water with flavor water. Here’s a trusty standard that works for numerous srit-fry and scrample recipes. Continue reading

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Pan Jammin’

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Who the hell has pectin in their cupboard–ready, in a pinch, to make some jam for breakfast? Not we. Here’s a whisky-flamed jam heavy with onions and jalapeno peppers that requires nothing more than a pan and a fire. It’s strong in booze, sugar and spice. And besides being a perfect topper for you biscuit people, it’ll flame up for all you kitchen arsonists out there. Continue reading

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Summer Six Pack Sesh

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A cold one sounds good right about now, doesn’t it? Yes it does, because summer was made for beer and it’s hot as Hades this July. How ironic then, that this is the season of absolute treason when it comes to good beer, or as Allen Ginsburg once put it, “I’ve seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by thirst, taking Corona baths in the streets.” Dudes, there’s no excuse.
Summer is also the season that many breweries release a seasonal ale perfect for sweaty poolside chugging. Generally these beers are regarded as too light, too fruity or just plain boring in beer snob circles, which is a shame because they don’t all suck. So to celebrate Independence Day we at Hot Knives threw a barbecue with only one mission in mind: to settle once and for all whether the proverbial summer brew should be considered a wuss beverage or an essential, seasonal fixture of beer culture. Continue reading

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Colonel Kurtz’s Napalm Bahn Mi

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We’d like to think
that when Marlon Brando was getting ready to emerge on the set of Apocalypse Now he started gorging himself on something that was regionally specific. He wanted something that would keep him cool and satiated in the jungle, something that would soothe and excite his sizable abdomen when Francis Ford Coppola pumped him full of drugs after butchering cows and freaking out in front of Playboy Bunnies. “I don’t need to read the script,” he thought, “I just need another goddamn sandwich.”
This is our take on the most old school of Franco-Asian fusion: Bahn Mi, the fresh and awesome Vietnamese baguette sandwich. Make one of these and terminate…terminate with extreme prejudice (serves eight). Continue reading

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“Insano” Caprese Salad

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What’s not to love about a cool Caprese salad of thickly sliced heirloom tomatoes and fresh buffalo mozzarella drizzled with 15-year-aged balsamic vinegar? Nothing, except the price tag. Good ingredients are always worth the splurge–if you can–but let’s be honest, if the choice is between rent and a pound of yellow sunrise heirloom tomatoes, it’s going to be, “Hello Albertson’s cherry tomatoes!” Still, summer is for everyone and so are Caprese salads, goddamnit.
Here we took some decent cherry tomatoes and braised them in olive oil and herbs to give them more flavor–it’s a technique you can apply to tomatoes going into any number of dishes to make them richer-tasting. Plus, when you’re done you have a tomato/basil infused oil to use for dressings and sauces. Continue reading

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Granddad’s Penultimate Cakes

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This pancake recipe is a hand-me-down from an old chemist, Alex’s Grandfather. If you take the time to hunt down the required wheat germ and some proper flour, you will resolutely swear off pancakes from a box until the day you die. Grandaddy Brown did. Never again will you contemplate a $6 stack of fluff that will languish in your gut for the rest of a lackadaisical Sunday. Not that these thick flapjacks won’t send you flying into a food coma–they will–but it will be a rocking-chair-on-the-stoop coma you can relish with old tyme vigor. Continue reading

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Hot Sauce Haiku

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Cock Sauce Verses

Squeeze drop on a chip
Try triangle of hot love
Forget Trader Joe’s

Sun ripes the chile
Rooster wakes me in the morn
Sauce-a-doodle-doo!

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BBQ Part Deux

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So you followed our orders last week, threw a summer kegger, and left a few cups of wicked brew sludge to use for a barbecue sauce-now what? Well, there are any number of things you could do with it, but here are two of the best ideas we had. Slow roast some sticky tempeh ribs and simmer some sweet black lentils to serve them on. The taste may seem redundant, but if presented alongside some vinegar-laden onion rings, you’re golden. Continue reading

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Asian Gang Trio

(Thai Green Curry Samosa
w/Ginger Wasabi Curry Sauce and Sweet Basil Edamame Chutney)

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In most American markets, the Chinese restaurant has been issued a swift kick to the egg rolls in the last decade by three worthy competitors from elsewhere in the Orient: Japanese, Indian and Thai cuisines. Americans got a taste of curried paneer and nearly forgave India for developing nuclear weapons. Then we got addicted to sashimi and all its tart, vinegary accoutrements. And nowadays, you can’t walk a block in any American city without literally stepping in a plate of pad thai.
So, when the L.A. Alternative’s readers’ choice votes piled in for the best Indian, Japanese and Thai restaurants in L.A., we felt it too obvious to review the now well-known features of a good plate of sushi, so the neck-and-neck results seemed almost inconsequential. Instead, we at Hot Knives were recruited to tame the tastes of these increasingly popular cuisines by combining them all in a sick experiment of Asian fusion. The result-quite surprisingly-was the best fucking samosa this side of Nagasaki. Continue reading

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