lundi 26 octobre 2009
dimanche 25 octobre 2009
Ideas from the market, for Cherry. And anyone.
Today Cherry and I were discussing easy dishes to make from the things we get at the market. She inspired me with pickled beets, and I told her about the $1/pound tomatoes I've been throwing whole into a pot of olive oil and cooking for 3 hours. They can be used for sauce (blend and add grated Parmesan and egg yolks), as a side dish, on crostini, mixed with greens.... This evening I got to thinking of a few more simple things I've made recently:
Beluga lentils -- cook them in water or stock. Cool to room temp. Add chopped chervil and mint and drizzle with olive oil.
Roasted things: cut up apples, celery root, butternut squash, and shallots. Toss them with olive oil and stick them in the oven at 400 until they're all nice and brown.
This is one mom and I tried after hearing a bit of Carol's lecture at the New School of Cooking: Greens with dates (sliced lengthwise into matchsticks, if possible), pistachios, oranges, and goat cheese. We dressed it with white wine vinegar and olive oil.
Guess I'll add more as I think of them. Happy marketing.
Beluga lentils -- cook them in water or stock. Cool to room temp. Add chopped chervil and mint and drizzle with olive oil.
Roasted things: cut up apples, celery root, butternut squash, and shallots. Toss them with olive oil and stick them in the oven at 400 until they're all nice and brown.
This is one mom and I tried after hearing a bit of Carol's lecture at the New School of Cooking: Greens with dates (sliced lengthwise into matchsticks, if possible), pistachios, oranges, and goat cheese. We dressed it with white wine vinegar and olive oil.
Guess I'll add more as I think of them. Happy marketing.
mardi 25 août 2009
Simple Dreams
You grade papers by lamplight.
I shell a colander of black-eyed peas.
Zig zag zig zag we sip our jars of wine.
I shell a colander of black-eyed peas.
Zig zag zig zag we sip our jars of wine.
dimanche 23 août 2009
Fig and Raspberry Almond Tarte

Crust:
1 cup butter, cold, cut into 1/2 inch pieces.
1 cup almonds, finely ground
1 cup ap flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons sugar
ice water as needed
Mix together ground almonds and flour. Add salt and sugar. Mix. Cut butter into flour mixture until it looks like course sand. Add just enough ice water so that the dough holds together. Gather dough into two equal balls and flatten into disks. Wrap in plastic and refrigerate while you make the filling.
Filling:
12 oz fresh or frozen raspberries
1 cup sugar
12 figs
Heat berries and sugar in a sauce pan until mixture resembles a watery jam. Depending on the berries, you may have to add a little water. Let cool to room temperature.
Cut figs in quarters lengthwise, set aside.
Roll out one disk of pie dough into 1/8 inch thick circle. Place in 8 or 9 inch tart pan. Place figs evenly around the bottom of the tart pan on top of the dough. Pour raspberry "sauce" over the figs to fill the pastry shell. Roll the second disk of pie dough into a 1/8 inch thick circle. Cut into 1 inch strips.
Lay strips along top of filling, attaching at the edges to the bottom crust and leaving a 1 inch gap between each strip. Turn the pie and place the rest of the strips are at a diagonal, forming a diamond shape of raspberry filling showing through. Don't worry about doing any sort of "basket weave" under-over thing. This dough is so buttery, it all just melts into itself anyway.
Bake at 400 for 30-45 minutes or until the crust is brown. If the outside part of the crust starts cooking too fast, turn the oven down to 350.
Serve with 1 cup whipped mascarpone cheese mixed with 1 teaspoon lemon zest and 1 teaspoon vanilla.
jeudi 30 juillet 2009
Happy Birthday to Me
I just bought myself 2 pounds of foie gras that will be seared in celebration of 30.
dimanche 28 juin 2009
Electronic Company
4 am, lonely prone
Read. Type. Click.
I don't want to sleep alone.
"New message" shown.
Spam. Hype. Ick.
4 am, lonely prone.
Up, down phone.
Texting, texting, buttons stick--
I don't want to sleep alone.
Neighbor, Neighbor. are you home?
Toss. Turn. Kick.
4 am and lonely prone.
Lonley, lonely dial tone
Facebook status shtick.
I don't want to sleep alone.
Complain. Refrain. Moan.
Clock. Tock. Tick.
4 am--lonely prone--
I don't want to sleep alone.
Read. Type. Click.
I don't want to sleep alone.
"New message" shown.
Spam. Hype. Ick.
4 am, lonely prone.
Up, down phone.
Texting, texting, buttons stick--
I don't want to sleep alone.
Neighbor, Neighbor. are you home?
Toss. Turn. Kick.
4 am and lonely prone.
Lonley, lonely dial tone
Facebook status shtick.
I don't want to sleep alone.
Complain. Refrain. Moan.
Clock. Tock. Tick.
4 am--lonely prone--
I don't want to sleep alone.
samedi 27 juin 2009
Highlights of Last Night's Fondue Dinner
Orin in a green frilly apron.
Tom Jones on vinyl.
My nail that the cheese grater got.
Hot plum brandy.
2 bottles of Pellegrino all for me.
The cheese crust at the bottom of the pot.
Christa's running commentary on Michael Fisher's age.
Song and the stories she told.
Peaches soaked in Brandy for two days.
Tom Jones on vinyl.
My nail that the cheese grater got.
Hot plum brandy.
2 bottles of Pellegrino all for me.
The cheese crust at the bottom of the pot.
Christa's running commentary on Michael Fisher's age.
Song and the stories she told.
Peaches soaked in Brandy for two days.
lundi 22 juin 2009
Tuna Salad Sandwich Perfected
2 oz quality tuna (imported in olive oil)
1 t. mayo (just for looks)
1 t salt-packed capers, rinsed
1 scoop pickled onions -- see recipe below
1 t. chopped parsley
mix it all together and eat it on not-too-sour sourdough.
Pickled onions: (from the Zuni Cafe cookbook, mostly)
12oz small young red onions, sliced thin
1 cup water
1 cup vinegar
any spices you want (I used pink peppercorns, black peppercorns, 2 cloves, and 3 bay leaves)
Bring the water and spices to a boil. Throw in sliced onions. Cook for one minute. Transfer to jar and let cool. Refrigerate. They're good as soon as they cool...and just get better
the longer you keep them.
samedi 20 juin 2009
Do you know the melon man?
Me either. He looks a bit like a melon himself, rotund with an orang-y hue to both his skin and facial hair. But he gave me a free melon (most likely because I was wearing a short pink skirt, but still...) He asked me not just which day I wanted to eat it, but what time. I thought he was joking, but I just cut it open and it was everything I could do to hold back from gobbling up the entire thing immediately instead of saving it to go with the anchovie pasta Lara and I are making for friends tonight. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask the name of the melon. Or the melon man.
mardi 16 juin 2009
Cream or Sugar with your Tetanus Shot?
Generally, when I've been to a doctor's office, I've felt a bit herded. Sit here. Stand here. Do this. Tell me that. Though, logically I understand that I have the right to say yes, I want this and no, I don't want that, it doesn't ever occur to me to exercise that right. I do whatever they say, leave with a smile, and realize after I get home that I forgot to talk about ANY of the 4 or 5 issues I had been storing up in my head all year as "things to ask the doctor when I go."
Not this time. Oh, no. I went into Kaiser, knowing exactly my problem and exactly the medication I needed. The office visit, I thought, was a mere formality...a way for them to charge my insurance. But I was wrong.
"Hi honey," said the jolly and slightly overweight nurse after she called me in from the waiting room. "I'm Gloria. Would you like to be weighed today?"
"Well, um, okay."
"And what about your height? Should I write down 5'1" or 5'1 and 3/4"?
"Uh, 5"1' should be okay, I guess."
"Just a few questions for you now. Slip on over here so you don't announce everything to the world." She patted the seat next to her. "Now," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "do you smoke?"
More questions followed. Some loud and clear. Others whispered. "Busbar?!" she nearly screamed, "what's that for?" So, yeah, though luckily I was spared from the entire nursing staff thinking that I smoke, they do all know that I'm depressed.
"Okey, dokey. Would you like a tetanus shot today?"
"Well, um, actually I just came in with a UTI."
"OOOOOohh," she was almost yelling now. "Those are just miserable. You poor little thing. Do you have to pee right now? I'll put you in the room right next to the bathroom so you can just run back and forth. Anyway, we can give you a tetanus shot if you like. It's good to get one every 10 years or so."
"Does it say I need a new one on there or something? I don't remember when I got one last."
"Oh, well, if you think it was more than 10 years ago you might want to read up on it. You know, better than getting lockjaw. Let me see if I can figure out how to print this information for you. Darlene? Which one of these tetanus shot websites do you usually print out? Charlie, come fix this computer, it's not working. "
"So, but why are you suggesting a tetanus shot? Does my chart indicate that I need one?"
"Oh, no dear, you certainly don't have to get one. Okay, come right this way." She led me, true to her word, into the room directly across from the bathroom. "Did you want to be examined today?"
"I'm pretty sure I know what I have, but if the doctor needs to make sure, I mean, I don't mind..."
"Okay, well. If you like you can take off your pants or your top whichever you like and just wrap this one or this one (She held up a flowered "robe" and next to it a sheet) around you. See, if you like this one, just fold it in half and wrap it around you like this." Gloria demonstrated holding the sheet tight around her baggy scrubs. "That way everything's not just hanging out. Would you like to do a urine culture?"
"Oh, that's what I wanted to ask you. I started taking antibiotics already and I didn't know if that would mess up the urine test or not..."
"Okay, well, it's up to you. You can or not or you can just talk to the doctor. I'll just leave a cup right here in case you decide you want to. Is there anything I can get for you? Any other procedures you'd like today? A pap perhaps? Or a blood test? No? Okay, well, I'll just leave you to it then. The doctor will be in when she's ready."
Not this time. Oh, no. I went into Kaiser, knowing exactly my problem and exactly the medication I needed. The office visit, I thought, was a mere formality...a way for them to charge my insurance. But I was wrong.
"Hi honey," said the jolly and slightly overweight nurse after she called me in from the waiting room. "I'm Gloria. Would you like to be weighed today?"
"Well, um, okay."
"And what about your height? Should I write down 5'1" or 5'1 and 3/4"?
"Uh, 5"1' should be okay, I guess."
"Just a few questions for you now. Slip on over here so you don't announce everything to the world." She patted the seat next to her. "Now," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "do you smoke?"
More questions followed. Some loud and clear. Others whispered. "Busbar?!" she nearly screamed, "what's that for?" So, yeah, though luckily I was spared from the entire nursing staff thinking that I smoke, they do all know that I'm depressed.
"Okey, dokey. Would you like a tetanus shot today?"
"Well, um, actually I just came in with a UTI."
"OOOOOohh," she was almost yelling now. "Those are just miserable. You poor little thing. Do you have to pee right now? I'll put you in the room right next to the bathroom so you can just run back and forth. Anyway, we can give you a tetanus shot if you like. It's good to get one every 10 years or so."
"Does it say I need a new one on there or something? I don't remember when I got one last."
"Oh, well, if you think it was more than 10 years ago you might want to read up on it. You know, better than getting lockjaw. Let me see if I can figure out how to print this information for you. Darlene? Which one of these tetanus shot websites do you usually print out? Charlie, come fix this computer, it's not working. "
"So, but why are you suggesting a tetanus shot? Does my chart indicate that I need one?"
"Oh, no dear, you certainly don't have to get one. Okay, come right this way." She led me, true to her word, into the room directly across from the bathroom. "Did you want to be examined today?"
"I'm pretty sure I know what I have, but if the doctor needs to make sure, I mean, I don't mind..."
"Okay, well. If you like you can take off your pants or your top whichever you like and just wrap this one or this one (She held up a flowered "robe" and next to it a sheet) around you. See, if you like this one, just fold it in half and wrap it around you like this." Gloria demonstrated holding the sheet tight around her baggy scrubs. "That way everything's not just hanging out. Would you like to do a urine culture?"
"Oh, that's what I wanted to ask you. I started taking antibiotics already and I didn't know if that would mess up the urine test or not..."
"Okay, well, it's up to you. You can or not or you can just talk to the doctor. I'll just leave a cup right here in case you decide you want to. Is there anything I can get for you? Any other procedures you'd like today? A pap perhaps? Or a blood test? No? Okay, well, I'll just leave you to it then. The doctor will be in when she's ready."
mardi 19 mai 2009
I made it down a run that said, "experts only". Yes, I did. On a snowboard. And there WOULD be pictures to prove it. 'Cept Linsey had to drop the camra, get down on her knees and spread her arms out wide to catch me as I came sliding, head-down-hill, down the steepest part at the top. I thought I'd take us both down, but she held her ground. Three cheers for LD. Anyway, I did manage to make it down the rest of the way inspite of the snow packed into my pants and jacket. I didn't realize until several runs later that I had a wheelbarrow full of the stuff still sitting in my hood.
More pictures on Linsey's blog:
lundi 11 mai 2009
Asparagus Risotto
I haven't seen much good-looking asparagus at the markets this spring...until today. If you happen to find some good asparagus, I highly recommend this dish:
For the asparagus: cut off the tops and set aside. Cut again about 3 inches from the bottom of the stems. Set the middle pieces aside and mince the ends (all except for the very very woody last big on the end.)
1 T olive oil
1 T butter
1 small onion, finely diced
one bunch asparagus
1 cup arborio or carnaroli rice
1/2 cup white wine
4 cups chicken stock
1/2 lemon (and zest)
1 cup grated parmiggiano reggiano
black pepper cracked in a mortar and pestle or chopped with a knife
salt
Heat the chicken stock in a sauce pan. Heat another pot or pan (I use a skillet) over the fire, add olive oil and immediately add butter, onions, and minced asparagus bottoms. Cook until onions are clear and soft. Add rice and "toast" for about 1 minute. Add wine and pepper and zest. When wine is mostly absorbed, add chicken stock 1/2 cup at a time, waiting until the previous 1/2 cup is absorbed to add the next. Taste as you go adding a little salt.
Meanwhile...
Blanch and shock the asparagus tips and middles. Save the middles (the best part) to put on your baby greens tomorrow. Use the tips as garnish.
When the rice is soft (but still chewy) stop adding stock. Add parmeggiano reggiano (do not substitute another kind of parmesan....it will get stringy instead of melting into a cream). Serve in a pasta bowl garnished with asparagus tips. Squeeze a bit of lemon juice over the top and drizzle with olive oil.
samedi 14 mars 2009
St. Patty's Day Cupcakes
Usually I steal Martha Stewart's decorating ideas and go around bad-mouthing her recipes...but this one turned out great. So, I eat my words. These mini cupcakes are a combination of three recipes. Just use the carrot cake cupcake batter (not the frosting or decorating) here. Then make this recipe from The Cake Bible for the frosting:
9oz white chocolate melted (carefully) and cooled to room temp.
4oz unsalted butter, room temp.
12oz philadelphia cream cheese, room temp.
Beat everything together. Pipe it on with a pastry bag/tip.
From yet another Martha recipe, steal the decorating idea: pick some clovers, wash them, and stick them on the top.
You can make 12 big cupcakes (put two clovers on top), or 42 minis out of the same recipes.
Enjoy!
dimanche 15 février 2009
Ode to Lebkuchen
For Valentine's Day I got a blonde
as sweet as sweet can be
all round and plump and perfected by age
-- and I ate her with my tea.
as sweet as sweet can be
all round and plump and perfected by age
-- and I ate her with my tea.
mardi 20 janvier 2009
Mmmmm...
15 brussel sprouts shredded (like cabbage)
10 anchovy fillets
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2 lemon
several cloves of garlic
Melt anchovies in hot oil until they fall completely apart and look like sand (about 2 minutes), add garlic and cook, barely, add brussel sprouts and cook on very high heat for just a minute, squeeze lemon over the whole thing. Eat.
10 anchovy fillets
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2 lemon
several cloves of garlic
Melt anchovies in hot oil until they fall completely apart and look like sand (about 2 minutes), add garlic and cook, barely, add brussel sprouts and cook on very high heat for just a minute, squeeze lemon over the whole thing. Eat.
lundi 19 janvier 2009
The Accountant and the Librarian
The accountant and the librarian lunched one day
on a sunny side street off Hollywood way
She cleaned her glasses he rattled his voice
they fell in lust. One chance, no choice
They sat together that evening come.
He rattled, she laughed, she prattled, he hummed
she led them inside, a hurt in her belly
he kisses it and turned that hurt into jelly
all better all happy she went out the door
a sweet beasty bird warning, "eyes on the floor."
A cliff, but she missed it and stepped into the air
no amount of accounting could hold her up there
when the next day calls came in and then not
the librarian crumpled a bit, then stood, taut
with her pencil to calculate and glasses on nose
about the accountant and her, she wrote prose
and armed with milk and black tea in a cup,
discovered: read carefully, things didn't add up.
on a sunny side street off Hollywood way
She cleaned her glasses he rattled his voice
they fell in lust. One chance, no choice
They sat together that evening come.
He rattled, she laughed, she prattled, he hummed
she led them inside, a hurt in her belly
he kisses it and turned that hurt into jelly
all better all happy she went out the door
a sweet beasty bird warning, "eyes on the floor."
A cliff, but she missed it and stepped into the air
no amount of accounting could hold her up there
when the next day calls came in and then not
the librarian crumpled a bit, then stood, taut
with her pencil to calculate and glasses on nose
about the accountant and her, she wrote prose
and armed with milk and black tea in a cup,
discovered: read carefully, things didn't add up.
mardi 13 janvier 2009
Macallan 18 yr
So, Orin and I went back for another scotch tasting. It just didn't seem right to have left without figuring out what my favorite scotch was: Macallan 18 yr, which turned out to be $30 a glass, regular price. So, we'll only be drinking on Sundays.

This is an actual glass, not a tasting portion. I swear. Look how my library-bling key lights up with the scotch hits my lips:

We were quite happy (and very wrinkly, please don't enlarge photo) at this point. 10 tasters between the two of us and one full glass.

Overall it was another thumbs up with the best part of the meal being one of the sausages from the house-made charcuterie and the molasses cookies with brown sugar ice cream. Insane. So good we forgot to get out the camera until it was all gone.
This is an actual glass, not a tasting portion. I swear. Look how my library-bling key lights up with the scotch hits my lips:
We were quite happy (and very wrinkly, please don't enlarge photo) at this point. 10 tasters between the two of us and one full glass.
Overall it was another thumbs up with the best part of the meal being one of the sausages from the house-made charcuterie and the molasses cookies with brown sugar ice cream. Insane. So good we forgot to get out the camera until it was all gone.
Chicken Liver Mousse/Paté
I wouldn't exactly say mousse or paté is quite the right word, but this is the hot emulsification chicken liver spread that we've all had on a slice of bread. So, so so very very good! This made enough for about a week, unless I have Orin over in which case it will last about 15 minutes. I didn't follow a recipe or measure anything, so I'm pretty sure it's good no matter what, but here's a guestimate of what I did.
10 anchovies
1 onion
1 lb chicken livers
1/2 cup butter (!)
1/2 cup cognac
salt and pepper
Melt the butter and add the anchovies. When anchovies start to fall apart (you can help them with a fork) add the onions. Cook until translucent then add livers. Cook for about 8 minutes then add the cognac and let cook until a bit reduced. Put everything into the blender while it's hot and add salt and pepper to taste (remember you already have a lot of salt from the anchovies).
It's good warm, at room temp, and right out of the fridge.
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