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High Art Dining at a Private Home with Chef David Weidman

For year’s David Weidman’s unmistakable laughter has punctuated every Silver Lake & Echo Park get-together from bar-b-ques to birthday parties, and whether he’s delivering one of his signature cheesecakes with glass candy or brandishing pork chops with a flourish, an invite to one of his dinners is a much-coveted chance to dine chez one of LA’s coolest underground chefs. He’s hosting another one of his special dinners at a private home in early February and there are a few spots left; I thought you guys should probably know about David if you don’t already. Here’s a video of him creating a few lavish dinners.
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For this dinner Feb. 7, the menu will include stuffed mushrooms and crab cakes; wild green salad with poached pears and candied pecans; macaroni with goat cheese, caramelized garlic, crushed almonds and a Cabernet reduction; salmon with Thai basil; and a tarte tartin with vanilla ice cream and coffee. And OMG it’s only $25 per person! Perfect for an early Valentine’s Day treat, and as someone who’s both enjoyed a Ghetto Gourmet party as well as worked one, I can tell you David’s evenings are absolutely on par with those. Wanna rsvp? Send me an email at lucindamichele (at) metblogs (daht) com and I’ll hook you up.

Still no cheese

Thanks to everyone who made suggestions as to where I could be pick up some rennett to make my cheese. I was so incredibly giddy, when I walked into the first grocery store on Fairfax Ave. Only to be knocked for a loop when the guy behind the counter not only told me that he didn’t have it, but that no one else on the street would probably have it too.

I know. I could have had it by now if I had just ordered online.  Man, the cheese would have probably been gone by now if I had ordered it online.  It seems my stubborn and obsessive side has taken over.  My goal was to find this cheese within the borders of LA County or eventually give up, I suppose.  Well, I am not giving up.  Even if that means I have to buy in San Diego.