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Grand theft bun

I had an errand to run at Pike Place Market while Iris was at the babysitter this morning. I told Iris I was going downtown and asked if she wanted anything. She said, “Bring Iris some donuts!” I said the donuts wouldn’t travel well, so how about a sticky buns. “With sticky goo!” she said. (This is from a book, The Fat Cats at Sea, where a bunch of cats sail around looking for the Island of Goo, where buns grown on trees.)

So I stopped at the [bun bakery](http://www.belleepicurean.com/) and chose a green apple bun. I unzipped my backpack and went to put the bagged bun in, when I realized the bag was warm. Nearly hot. This was a freshly-baked bun. I decided to take a bite. Iris didn’t need an entire bun. The bite was yeasty and hot, and my fingers got sticky with sliced apple. I took another bite. *I will save her half,* I thought. Then I ate the whole bun.

I’m picking her up in half an hour, and I’m not sure what to say.

Strips and dips

The other night I made chicken strips for dinner. Not any kind of fancy recipe, just chicken breasts cut into strips, breaded, and fried (in half lard, half canola). Because I can’t resist messing with stuff, I did brine half of the chicken and left the other half unbrined, to see if we could tell the difference. Then I lost track of which strips were brined, and they all ended up tasting great anyway. I think Iris ate as many strips as I did.

I love commercial barbecue sauce, but it got me thinking that chicken strips would be excellent served with the dipping sauces that typically accompany *gai yang,* Thai grilled chicken. There’s a thin and spicy sauce, a thick and spicy sauce (thickened with tamarind), and sometimes a third sauce that I can’t remember. Something like the Vietnamese *nuoc cham*, which fish sauce, vinegar or lime juice, sugar, and chiles, would be good. I’ll try this next time.

Reality check

Just in case you were still under the impression that Iris is the least picky two-year-old in town…

Our usual bus stop is in front of Pho Cyclo, a Vietnamese restaurant on Broadway. Iris likes it because they often get their broth and vegetable delivery in the morning, and she can watch them carry in bucket after bucket of pho broth. They also have a neon banh mi sign in the window that Iris calls The Glowing Sandwich.

So today I asked Iris if she’d like to have lunch at Pho Cyclo. She said yes. She loved the booster seat, the green chopsticks, the soup spoons, and the color-changing fiberoptic lights.

Here’s what we ordered: a rice plate with shrimp, grilled pork, meatballs, carrots, daikon, cucumber, tomato, rice, and nuoc cham.

Here’s what Iris ate: rice, with soy sauce and a little nuoc cham that I poured on when she wasn’t looking.

The power of myth

It’s always disappointing to see cooking myths repeated by people who should be skeptical enough to know better. Partly it’s worrisome because it makes me wonder which fictions I believe.

The biggest myth in cooking is the one about searing meat. You know, “searing meat seals in the juices.” This is totally, provably false, and Harold McGee devotes an entire chapter to disproving it in multiple ways in his great book The Curious Cook. But you still hear it all the time–even in recently published books, and even in so-called science books like Hillman’s New Kitchen Science.

There’s probably no harm done if people go on believing that searing meat makes it juicier, because there are good reasons to sear meat anyway: it makes a flavorful and attractive crust, just one that happens to be entirely permeable to liquid.

Other kitchen myths have unfortunate consequences. The one I’ve heard in the past week from two otherwise trustworthy sources is that you should never wash mushrooms because–the epithet is always the same–“they’re like little sponges.”

It’s true that mushrooms are like little sponges. But they’re already saturated with water. Think about what happens when you put mushrooms into a hot pan: they release so much water that they shrink to a fraction of their size, right? A fungus so waterlogged is in no position to take up more water.

You can prove it with a simple experiment, one McGee and Cook’s Illustrated both did in print years ago. Take some mushrooms and a kitchen scale. Weigh the mushrooms dry. Soak the mushrooms in water for as long as you like. Drain. Weigh again. They will have gained a fraction of an ounce, all of it in surface water. How can you prove it’s surface water? Repeat the experiment with something obviously non-absorbent, like rocks or broccoli, or the brain of whoever told you mushrooms soak up water.

Who cares? Well, if you believe that mushrooms and water don’t mix, you’ll painstakingly wash each mushroom with a brush or (not too) damp cloth. Dinnertime will come and go and you will still be there washing mushrooms. Your friends will nickname you “shroomie” or something else that suggests that you have a drug habit. If you know the truth, you will rinse your mushrooms under running water, or–for the delicious but very dirty wild mushrooms that start showing up this time of year–wash them in a bowl with several changes of water.

Okay, I admit it: if I’m just cooking a few mushrooms, I’ll still wipe them. Once they’re wet, they get slippery and tend to escape across the cutting board. Come back, shroomie!

Breaking news

Laurie is out of town this weekend, so I am in charge of Iris. I just put her to bed and am enjoying a very adult nightcap of madeira with pirate-themed M&Ms.

Luckily, I didn’t have to go it alone today. I had some new magazines to guide me. Just in case you thought I was being too hard on the parenting mags, I present to you every single headline from the covers of the June issues of Parents and Parenting:

* Outwit your toddler! How to regain control
* Your baby’s amazing senses: What they teach her about life, and love
* Got 3 minutes? Get in shape!
* Baffling dad behavior, explained
* “Where do babies come from?” Smart answers to tough questions
* Summer safety: Best ways to protect your child
* 36 fun ways to get kids to cooperate
* Sun scare: Protect your child from skin cancer
* Tame toddler tantrums overnight
* Raise a polite kid: An age-by-age manners guide
* Real mom secrets to losing the baby weight, earning $$$ at home, finding time for friends
* Plus: Playdates! Picnics! Playhouses!

To be fair, I did learn a couple of things. First of all, where babies come from. WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME THIS BEFORE? Second, I now understand some of my baffling behavior. Although they didn’t explain why Dad thinks madeira goes well with M&Ms.