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    Powders, Dusts and Dirts are the New Sauces

    Goodbye same-old sauces. Powders, crumbles, dusts and "dirts" are the new "in" flavors in restaurants . Try 'em at home with spice grinder!

    Out: Chocolate sauce
    In: Chocolate Dirt

    You won't miss the hot fudge after trying former chef Ryan Poli's chocolate dirt at Perennial restaurant in Chicago. "Picture cookie crumbs, but ten times more moist," he says. A "big pile" was served underneath a scoop of decadent coffee ice cream.
    Serve on top of Candy Jar Ice Cream »

    Out: Peanut Sauce
    In: Peanut Butter Powder

    Chef Drew Van Leuvan at One Midtown Kitchen in Atlanta makes a peanut butter powder by drying out the creamy spread with a superabsorbent tapioca starch, then pushing it through a sieve. When the powder arrives at the table atop bacon-wrapped pork tenderloin, you'll be in love at first sight-and sniff. And homemade apple jam is dished on the side, in a nod to PBJ.

    Serve with Roasted Pork Tenderloin »


    Out: Lemon Juice
    In: Dried Tangerine Dust

    Chef Jason Santos says he's on a mission to prove freeze dried fruit is not just for hikers and campers (even though he does buy the dried fruit used to make his tangerine dust from an outdoor sporting goods store). He grinds it down to a light, tart powder, then sifts that over rich lamb loin at Gargoyles On the Square in Somerville, Massachusetts.

    Serve with Grilled Lamb Chops »


    Out: Hot Sauce
    In: Caper Powder

    Pickled caperberries give the deviled eggs at Firefly in Washington, D.C., their signature vinegary kick, but chef Danny Bortnick prepares them with a twist: He dries them out atop a warm oven overnight, then pulverizes them in a coffee grinder.

    Serve over Deviled Eggs »


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      My after-school snack was a sacred ritual. I sat on the carpet in my parents' bedroom at a low table, the television turned to "I Dream of Jeannie," and ate a peanut butter and honey sandwich cut into neat squares. I wasn't fussy about crusts. I just loved the sticky pairing of creamy peanut butter with syrupy golden sweetness drizzled from a honey bear in diagonals across the soft white bread. Nothing else--save for maybe apples and peanut butter in a pinch--could have made for as sweet an