The Alpine Restaurant

Okay- call off the hounds. I'm alive- I'm well, I'm just... swamped! Life caught up, my summer in the sun ended abruptly and the real world came knocking.  Trust me, this doesn't mean I stopped eating copious amounts of locally produced food, it just means that I've been resembling some sort of sloth-like creature in my "free" time.... working for a living is HARD, sheesh :-) 

Enough about me! Now that I want to write a blog, I'm not sure which place to write about- after all, I've been to quite a few newbies (for the blog at least).  I think that The Alpine is a good place to get back on the food-blog horse though.

Located in my lovely home away from home (H to the Onesdale), the Alpine is the area's Premier German-American Restaurant.  My family has been going to The Alpine ever since we moved to NEPA from NY, and it is a particular favorite of the men in my family.  That said- it has something for everyone... almost everyone- if you are a Vegan or Vegetarian, you might want to skip right to the dessert menu.  Which as a vegetarian for many years, I did- and that was alright by me! For the more carnivorous of our readers though, check this: all of their sausages and prime meats are home made, and cured on site, and they are mega delicious. 

For my meal, I opted for the bratwurst lunch special, served with (go on, guess...) mashed potatoes (bliss!) and a side of apple sauce (cole slaw is a choice too).  But- if you need holding over, they also offer tasty appetizers such as Baked Brie with Fruit, and Smoked Salmon with Capers, Cream Cheese and Toast, among others.  Before the meal, warm homemade rye and pumpernickel bread was served, and as a girl that likes an excuse to eat butter and carbs- this was a great start to my meal.  The bratwurst was grilled (I had the option to broil, but come on...) and really tasty- moist and flavorful, and mild. Yum! But, as always- the main event for me were those mashed potatoes.  They were buttery and sweet, and I don't know if I've mentioned this... but I really think mashed potatoes done right are the food of... well, at least my potato loving/Irish gods.  When I finished tearing through that, I was good and full.  But anyone who's anyone knows that you can't visit The Alpine without eating dessert, because it's Ridiculous.  Some examples include Krocant Baskets which are Honey Almond baskets painted with dark chocolate filled with assorted mousses and Eclairs which they describe as traditional pate a choux baked to golden brown, filed with creamy vanilla custard. But what did I have? Only the world's most outrageous peanut butter pie.  Seriously people.  With a graham cracker crust, a layer of rich chocolate gnash, and a peanut butter mousse that is topped with whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle- this peanut butter pie cannot be duplicated or recycled (big thanks to Missy Elliot for her coining of that epic lyrical set). 

So my suggestion? Bring your man here if you want to show him who really loves him! Bring your lady here if she needs a chocolate intervention- Single? Bring yourself and/or a friend here because you love yourself! It's good stuff!

Business Hours:

Monday                 Closed

Tuesday           11:30-4PM

Wed/Thurs      11:30-8PM

Fri/Sat             11:30-9PM

Sunday            11:30-5PM

1106 Texas Palmyra Highway
Route 6 East of Honesdale
Honesdale, PA 18431

Downtown Deli

The Downtown Deli sits on the corner of Spruce, and Penn Ave, and interestingly enough, the sole appearance of this eatery is what drew me in like a magnet to metal…or (more realistically) an Italian girl to the smell of baked bread. I come from a house where I could hardly fit my mouth around some of the sandwiches my father would concoct, so each deli I visit has much to live up to. I’ve visited the Downtown Deli several times in the past couple of weeks, and not only would I single handedly write vows and marry each of the sandwiches I’ve ordered, but the sense of warmth from the staff and owner is none like any other.

Options are the name of the game at this deli. Homemade roast beef or turkey, or the traditional Boar’s Head? Dining inside, outside, or delivery? Hungry for breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Sandwich, salad, or (get this) eggplant lasagna?! Yes, clearly this deli is much more than “ham and swiss on a Kaiser.”

Close family friends from Italy are visiting the States this month, and what better way to say “hello America” than a good ‘ol thick juicy hero. The boys ordered two of the specialty sandwiches: Buffalo Bill (chicken cutlet with buffalo sauce, and bleu cheese dressing), and (interestingly enough) The Godfather (basic Italian hero). I ordered the tuna melt, done very well.

After only opening three months ago, there are still some folds to iron out. Such as, not serving only breakfast food on Sundays, please! If we demand it, they’ll grant it.

So, since I cant marry a sandwich…maybe they could cater my wedding? Buffalo Bill for all!!!

Downtown Deli, 300 Spruce Street, Scranton PA

570-871-4137

Café Beignet

The most delightful treats are sometimes the most unexpected ones. I decided to go for a bike ride one Saturday morning, but after a mere 3 blocks from home I felt hungry. Surprise surprise. Saturday morning bike ride turned snack time real fast. I decided to scoot up to Café Beignet, for my very first beignet experience. When I initially moved to Scranton I would admire this bright blue building and say…what is a beignet (or ‘big-net’ as I would say…horrible I know). After hearing friends pronounce the name correctly, a light switched on and the “aha” moment happened…“ohhh beignet” (or my phonetic pronunciation: ben-yay. I’m Italian, not French). Beignet is literally translated to “fried dough” in French. Here in America, beignets are almost always associated with New Orleans, specifically at Café Du Monde, and are the official state doughnut (why a state has an official doughnut I’m not exactly sure but regardless…). Scranton is no New Orleans, but the beignet magic that happens at this local eatery is out of this world. So, as I’m out of breath from biking slightly up hill, and my helmet still on, I dished out a whopping $0.75, waited about 30 seconds for a freshly fried made-to-order beignet and was soon in complete fantasy world. Once I took my first bite of this fluffy fried dough the first words that came out of my mouth were (forgive me Lord), “oh-my-God,” along with a cloud of powdered sugar. SO good. I don’t know what more to say. Super cheep, delicious, cultural (if you will), and most importantly a convenient bike ride from my house! Best quick-stop-for-breakfast place around. A beignet would be my choice, but they offer breakfast sandwiches, muffins, cookies, bagels, and of course…coffee.

Café Beignet is open from 6:45am – noon, where the next-door Pizzeria (Gabriele’s Pizza) opens from noon – 10pm. Most interestingly, The Milk Saving Starving Children Foundation (MiSSC) formed Café Beignet, where all proceeds generated will benefit the foundation. The purpose of this foundation is to provide vitamin-fortified powdered milk to starving children locally and around the world. For more insider look as to how Café Beignet is helping this foundation check out their website in our links section.

Support a local business, support an inspiring foundation.

The Tea Bar

   You know that feeling when you have a HUGE meal, and your whole body feels like it's bursting? Your stomach swells and gets heavy, you feel lethargic (at the very best) and you can actually see your hips widening and jean size climbing? I'm sad (and slightly, strangely proud) to admit that during the summer, this tends to be a trend with me.  Out of work (the reward for a year of teaching I suppose) and anxious for something to do, I generally fill my idle hours with the consumption of too much food- and whenever possible, sweets.  So when a friend told me of a recent eating expedition to Scranton's (relatively) new Tea Bar, and described it as "food that feels like it's nourishing your body, but doesn't make you feel heavy"- I knew I needed to go.  I told Jean about it- she needed to go too, and then life, as it often does, took hold, and we both ended up going separately, and loving it separately.  However, because I am the part-time glutton of the blog, I get to write about it since I had WAY more than my co-pilot.  I would like to note at this time that when you google Synonyms of Glutton the result is quite enjoyable: epicure, gorger, gormandizer, gourmand, hefty eater, hog, pig, sensualist, stuffer... I like hefty eater the best. 

I brought Rose with me, because no one likes to eat it up (quite literally) like me except for Rose (oh- and Candice... and now that you mention it, Jenna.... okay- foodies beget foodies I suppose).  The Tea Bar is quite inauspicious outside- a small sign notes it's presence, declaring it The Healthiest food in NEPA- quite unassuming and demure.  The inside is equally calm- quite zen if you will, lots of greens and glasstop tables and the delightful Vysotsky family as our hosts and servers for the meal.  Little do they know that Rose and I are about to eat them out of house and home.  If anyone can make super healthy food gluttonous it's the two of us.  We begin with each of the soup offered - Butternut Squash and a Vegetable Medley soup- which, Alex (the owner) tells us are both Vegan. Yum! They are both full of flavor, but the natural flavors of the ingredients rather than a dash of this or that- as a nice addition there is a dash of fresh dill on the Butternut squash- we of course end up combining the two by the conclusion of our soup indulgence, and that is delicious too.
   Next- we each ordered a sandwich- both served on Sprouted Bread served by the family's daughter.  The benefits of Sprouted bread have been espoused by many- including, probably most notably, the Raw Foods community in addition to people who have diabetes, and those who follow a Gluten free diet.  Sprouted Bread is made from whole grains that have sprouted (or germinated says the ever-helpful wikipedia) and is cooked at a very low temperature or not at all.  Our bodies tend to process this type of bread like a plant, and the grains retain their natural enzymes. The tea bar also uses Organic ingredients, which is always a nice benefit- avoiding pesticides and genetically modified food sources.  I ordered a  Portabella Mushroom sandwich served with dill, hummus, and melted cheese. Rose ordered Chicken salad sandwich with sweet, dried cranberries.  There was very little mayonnaise, only enough to bond the ingredients together.  We each ate one half of each sandwich.  Pause to note that I fall deeply in love at this moment, and as such the portabella sandwich has been recreated at my house every single day since I went to the tea bar (although, I switched the cheese to Goat Cheese, because- well come on, Goat Cheese is unbelievable). The Chicken Salad was light and delicious- filling but, just like my friend said, left us feeling nourished not stuffed. *As a side note, if you want to get thoroughly confused look up the spelling/debate about Portobello vs Portabella, geez louise!
   And because we weren't stuffed, and found this confusing, we thought we'd go for dessert while we were at it.  The younger son of the family took over our service at this time, and he is delightful, just like his sister and father.  He tells us the family is from Russia, and has such a nice air about him- reminding you of all the nice bits of childhood.  I tell you this, because it really adds to the experience- it's comforting and homey. We order one of each the desserts,  a mixed berry mixed berry zabaglione and tiramiso and also a loose leaf Chai tea to share (it is afterall, The Tea Bar, with over 30 teas to choose from).  Rose, the authority on Tiramiso, loves it- and I (the authority on sweets) LOVE the zabaglione- a light custard, whipped and filled with air, with delicious berries- perfecto. The tea is also organic and very nice, and one order is enough even for the two of us. Just for good measure, Rose picks up some of their delicious whole-grain cookies on the way out for the family. By the way, we spent less than $30 on SO MUCH FOOD.
   Realization: Wow, I love this place.  Seriously- I LOVE it.  I have anxiety about how to explain how fabulous it is, but I'll try to sum it up.
   Go early- eat well- feel fabulous knowing you're doing right by your body while supporting a great effort by local merchants!

The Tea Bar 

431 Lackawanna Ave., Scranton. 

570.941.3333

Mon-Thurs: 10am-4pm

Friday: 10am-8pm

Basil 101

One of my favorite things about summer is growing herbs. As a child my mother would grow the most outstanding basil plants that I’m sure would have won awards for producing as much as they did. Today I am venturing into the art of “basil mothering” on my own, and as they say “like mother like daughter…” my basil plant is growing at a pace my taste buds can’t seem to keep up with. Basil is such a versatile herb that seems to be hinting each dish I make lately. A couple days ago when I visited the Scranton Farmer’s Market I noticed bunches of herbs (including basil) sold for only $0.75. And these bunches were generous enough to keep any basil fanatic satisfied for at least a week and a half. I thought to myself…why pluck, water, and talk to a plant if I could buy the same thing for $0.75 a week? I don’t really know, maybe next year I will. Only the more reason to trot yourself up to Scranton’s Farmer’s Market, I guess.

So, I’d love to share my favorite basil pesto recipe with all of you:

3 cups basil leaves (I usually take a 3-cup measuring cup outside with me and just start plucking away until the cup is filled)

A couple springs of parsley (this is optional…about ¼ cup, if you’re measuring)

½ cup olive oil (good olive oil, please)

½ cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese (the good stuff, please)

1-teaspoon salt (a generous sprinkle)

½ teaspoon black pepper

Juice from 1 whole lemon

2-3 cloves of garlic (crushed)

3 tablespoons of toasted pine nuts or walnuts (completely optional)

Put all ingredients except the olive oil in a blender or food processor and put that baby on high speed while slowly drizzling in the olive oil. Let ‘er rip until she’s smooth and delicious.

This pesto is not a dip…it’s not really meant to be eaten by the spoonful, rather it’s best used as a spread on bread with mozzarella cheese and diced tomatoes (pesto bruschetta, if you will), or as a sauce for pasta (simple enough), an addition to a regular grilled cheese sandwich, a substitution for butter with corn on the cob (as you can see the one and only Jenna enjoying in the photograph), or my personal favorite- as a marinade for chicken or fish. Clearly there are few ingredients in pesto, but they should all be high quality or else you’re left with a pesto that tastes more like a mess-o project in your mouth.

[If you do have a basil plant, or wish to grow your own I have a few tips for sustaining the vivacious herb. Firstly, basil likes to be treated like a fine Italian woman. It likes the sun; it likes to bake in the sun until the soil (or skin on a woman) is dry, then after a long day of baking…it likes to be soaked with water to sustain perfect hydration…and talk to her every now and again. Also, a hair cut at least every other day is mandatory. When the basil starts to flower, (little white buds come out of the top) pluck them off right away so the plant continues to produce new leaves. Or…you could always go to the Scranton Farmer’s Market and buy a bundle.]

Amber Indian Restaurant

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat 

leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food- 

David Byrne.

     I grew up in a hot dogs and mac and cheese type of family. When I was in Elementary School, my big sister Amanda  left for college, and looking back, with 9 years between us she seemed to morph in my mind to an amalgamation of  part reality, part big-sister/superhero idealization (don't get me wrong, she is still part superhero).  I tell you this because had ANYONE tried to get me to eat something off my tried and true All-American path other than her, I probably would have thought they were trying to inflict bodily harm, blown a raspberry in their face and given them a swift kick in the shins (this is a dramatization, please do not judge the child-version of me). She made us an Indian cuisine inspired dinner that night, modeled after a meal she had at a professors home.  I wish I could remember exactly what it was that she served us- but I do know this: It had cumin.  I really believe that was the moment that my foodie love began- I didn't know what else was out there, but I knew that I wanted to try it- Who knew that spicy could be hot and still savory or that a licorice flavor (in the form of anise or thai-basil) could make a meal come to life? Who knew that coconut milk was so delectable? Who knew that a meal could be delicious and filling without any meat? Who knew? 

     Amber Indian Restaurant for one, they knew.  Again, my introduction to this Scranton hot-spot came from my trusted all-things-Scranton authority and best friend, Rose.  Truth be told, I've been going to Amber for years- and I have yet to turn down an invite to this place.  If a new acquaintance or possible romantic interest says to you, "How about Amber" I would argue that they have passed the "good character" challenge.  My Co-Pilot Jean though, wasn't sure it would be her cup of tea- she is, after all, what i lovingly refer to as a purist- she likes fresh flavors and spicy isn't her thing and to be honest, I was nervous too.  Never fear though Scranton- Amber didn't disappoint- in fact, I even heard the word "phenomenal" used!  Jean ordered the Chicken Tikka Masala after our server told her it was "the best thing on the menu" (lucky!), and apparently feeling somewhat subconsciously spiteful, I requested something spicy from the vegetarian dishes, and was directed to Navrattan Korma.  Additionally we ordered some Naan (leavened, smoky bread) and a side of Raita (very similiar to tatziki- this is yogurt with shredded cucumber served chilled).  

The Chicken Tikka Masala is a boneless chicken broiled in a tandoor (a clay oven that reaches temperatures of 900°F, heated by charcoal or wood fire, the Naan is also cooked here). The color is a vibrant orange-red, which traditionally is achieved through spices such as Cayenne, red chili powder, or Tumeric, which produces the vibrant hue. The menu at Amber simply lists green spices and tomato with a light cream sauce.  This dish was not spicy- it was sweet with a taste of garlic and oh yes, cream.  It was quite delicious, and as a bonus paired nicely with the basmati rice and the cool yogurt sauce. I don't doubt that it's one of the best dishes on the menu- I know I couldn't abide a single taste, and kept sneaking in for more.

     Now on the other hand, the Navratan Korma had some major heat. "Navratan" translated means: Nine Gems- so it featured nine garden vegetables cooked in spices (best guess: ground pepper, tumeric, cumin) with, you guessed it, a tomato cream sauce.  What I love about spicy Indian food, is what I said before- it's hot- but with purpose.  The heat isn't about pain, it's about extracting all the flavors and they really did this well. Jean was a trooper, trying the dish, and even finishing the whole bite (thadda girl!). Mega tasty- I'd risk a runny nose any day to eat this stuff! At the risk of making myself even less cool- check out that photo opp! That's a girl and her food if I ever saw it!
     Amber never lets me down... well, except when they leave the Palak Paneer out of the lunch buffet... But, really, I've never had a bad meal there. They're good people, it's good food. Simple enough- so, you know what I'm going to tell you now-if you haven't already, get there! And if you have, now's a good time to get reacquainted!

Amber Indian Restaurant

3505 Birney Avenue

Moosic, PA 18507

Hours

Open 7 days/week

Lunch: 11AM-3PM

Dinner: 5PM-10PM

Scranton Co-Op (Farmer's) Market

After spending a weekend at the beach in Delaware, I came home and was ready to bake. Ready to bake something with PEACHES, that is. Because over the weekend we had some of the sweetest, juiciest, best peaches I've ever eaten. Peaches are in season, right? So, no wonder they're absolutely delicious.

(I now suggest googling or you-tubing “Peaches-Presidents of the USA” for your listening pleasure as you continue reading)

Next stop on a sunny Monday afternoon: Scranton Co-Op (farmer’s) Market to get myself some fresh peaches! As anticipated, I was overwhelmed with the plethora of produce and baked goods, therefore accompanying the peaches (from Heller’s Farm in NY) in my basket were empire apples, hickory smoked pepper crusted bacon (BLT for lunch…delish) and fresh eggs. I felt stocked and ready to go. Friendly people, variety, space, freshness…a farmer’s market fantasy.

So what did I make with the peaches? Peach bread pudding. Soo delicious! Here’s the recipe:

3 cups fresh peaches – pealed and chopped

1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk

3 eggs

1 ¼ cups hot water

¼ cup butter

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 teaspoon lemon zest

2 generous handfuls of fresh blueberries

1 loaf French bread torn into small pieces (one of those skinny loaves from the bakery section of the grocery store)

Mix peaches, condensed milk, and eggs together. Add hot water, butter, cinnamon, lemon zest, and vanilla extract. Stir in the bread and plop the whole mixture in a greased 13 x 9” baking pan. Bake at 325 degrees for about an hour, until the little peaks of bread on the top of the pudding are golden brown. Let cool for about 2 hours.

I would personally eat the pudding as is but if you want to fancy it up a bit you could drizzle caramel sauce over the top and call it gourmet.

To make the caramel sauce bring ½ cup brown sugar, ½ cup butter, 2 tablespoons corn syrup, and 1-tablespoon rum to a boil. Boil for at least 4 minutes, then let cool slightly before serving.

My roommates enjoyed a dollop of vanilla ice cream on top of their pudding. Clearly the photo you see is not the most flattering, but I can only do so much with a phone camera and an already half consumed dessert.

All in all, seasonal is better, local is best, and cooking is what I adore. What a lovely day.

Scranton Co-Op Farmer's Market - 356 Barring Ave (off Providence Rd and Albright Ave)

Open Monday, Wednesday, Friday noon - 7(ish)