tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720579136052380852024-03-05T19:08:34.731-08:00Occasionally EdibleI eat. I work. I read. I clean. I sleep. I live.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-37752148969366179712013-06-27T16:35:00.002-07:002013-06-27T16:35:20.820-07:00Cooking the Cow: Easy steak for a crowd<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Grab a round steak and try <a href="http://www.dinneralovestory.com/tony%E2%80%99s-steak/" target="_blank">this marinade</a> from Dinner a Love Story.<br />
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Here are my steaks, which will defrost in the marinade over the next few days. A delicious meal, half made, in the fridge, feels like such a luxury. Even if I've done the prep myself. <br />
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I used garlic chives because they grow like weeds in our yard. And garlic + garlic? Why not? <br />
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Because our steaks are grassfed, they can be tough. A long marinade and short cooking time can help with that. Grill until rare (we've found this is 3-4 minutes a side), rest five minutes, and then slice as thinly as you can. A serrated knife works well.<br />
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A tangle of steak slices on a big platter, just red at the hearts, will wake up the most jaded barbecue guests, as we found when three of our steaks were devoured in about as many minutes.<br />
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We serve this with grilled veggie salads and pan of crispy <a href="http://www.dinneralovestory.com/you-say-potato-i-say-greek-potato/" target="_blank">Greek potatoes</a>. <br />
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Leftovers are fantastic in sandwiches or cut up into slivers for fritattas, chilequiles, omelets...<br />
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We took a pre-marinated flank steak camping at Patrick's Point. Spicy meat, campfire, and cold ocean air made it sublime. But fajitas are pretty good at home.<br />
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Recipes for fajitas often call for liquid smoke in the marinade—but we grill over charcoal. Plenty of smoke flavor in the meat, in our clothes, in our hair...<br />
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I like to marinate meat by mixing the ingredients in a big plastic Ziploc and adding frozen cuts. I do this a couple days ahead, and the meat marinates as it defrosts in the fridge or (if camping) in an ice chest. Not necessarily subtle, but easy and delicious.<br />
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And I love to spend 15 minutes on the weekend to have a weeknight dinner in the bag. Literally.<br />
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<b>Fajitas</b><br />
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1/4 cup lime juice (add some zest for more flavor)<br />
2 T. olive oil<br />
4 cloves of garlic, smashed<br />
2 t. soy sauce<br />
1 t. salt<br />
1 t. taco seasoning from Trader Joe's (or chipotle pepper powder or chipotle in adobo)<br />
1/2 t. ground black pepper<br />
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1 flank steak (or top round steak, skirt steak, or other large slicing steak)<br />
2 red bell peppers, sliced<br />
1 large onion, sliced<br />
olive oil<br />
salt<br />
pepper <br />
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In advance:<br />
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<li>Mix marinade ingredients (first 7) in a bag. Add frozen steak and defrost in the fridge.</li>
<li>Slice onions and bell peppers into another bag. Add salt, pepper, and olive oil to taste. Store in the fridge until ready to cook.</li>
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<li>Pull the steak out of the marinade and grill over high heat. (You should be able to hold your hand over the coals for less than 3 seconds.) The timing depends on the thickness of your steak, but a flank steak goes about 4 minutes a side for medium. (Unless you try to cook over a campfire grill that is a foot away from your heat source, as pictured.)</li>
<li>Remove from heat and let rest 5 minutes. This is a good time to grill your onions and peppers.</li>
<li>Slice steak thinly, against the grain. </li>
<li>Serve with the grilled vegetables, salsa, sour cream, avocado, tortillas or lettuce for wrapping...</li>
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-80699934556448708012013-05-29T18:00:00.000-07:002013-05-29T18:00:00.552-07:00Cooking the Cow: Chuck Roast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You have the whole beef, in an overwhelming jumble of little packets in your freezer. Now what? <br />
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This is the <strike>first</strike> second thing I cook.<br />
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Burgers always come first.<br />
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<a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/member/views/PENNE-AL-SUGO-DI-CARNE-50026174" target="_blank">Caffe Mingo's sugo di carne</a>. We served it on top of zucchini "noodles" and corn spaghetti. <br />
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This is a recipe for cool weekends. It comes together easily, but cooks a long time. It will serve a big family and freezes well. (We get two dinners out of this batch.) It tastes better two days later. It can be served on any kind of pasta, over sauteed greens, with rice or polenta...<br />
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Don't stress about using real espresso. Leftover breakfast coffee works fine--just double the amount.<br />
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The chuck roasts we got this year are have bones in them and are <i>super</i> marbled. So, hack those bones off and save them in the freezer for broth, or add them to this braise for more flavor, pulling them out at the end. They run along each side, so it is pretty easy to slice them off and have a remaining rectangle of meat.<br />
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I'm lazy, so I cut the meat into bigger chunks. More like four inches. <br />
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And when you shred the chunks of meat at the end, use your hands and chuck the extra fat in the dog bowl—if those fatty bits squick you out, as they do me. <br />
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Our roasts are 3 to 4 pounds. I halved the recipe, except for the tomatoes.<br />
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So, essentially, this:<br />
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<b>Anna's Adapted Meat Sauce</b><br />
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3 T. butter<br />
1 chuck roast, cut into 6-8 chunks (cut out bones)<br />
1-2 onions, halved, thinly sliced<br />
1/2 bottle cheap red wine (not sweet, Buck Chuck Cab works just fine)<br />
1 28 oz. can of tomatoes<br />
3/4 cup brewed coffee or 1/2 cup espresso<br />
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pot over medium heat. Sprinkle beef with salt and pepper, add to pot, and brown on all sides. Transfer
beef to large bowl. </li>
<li>Reduce heat to medium. Add remaining 2 T.
butter to pot. Add onions and cook until soft, stirring
frequently, about 5 minutes. </li>
<li>Dump beef and any leaky juices back into pot. Add wine, tomatoes (crushing a bit with your hands if they are whole), and coffee. Bring to
boil, cover, and transfer to oven. </li>
<li>Braise beef until tender,
about 2 hours. Cool.</li>
<li>Using your hands, shred beef chunks. Discard extra fatty bits. Season to taste with salt and
pepper. </li>
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-14819427743372973912013-05-28T06:00:00.000-07:002013-05-29T14:59:00.707-07:00Cooking the Cow: What We GotHello, my cow-co-consiprators. I'm hoping a series of posts will help you cook through your quarters. And help me with next year's cut sheet. <br />
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This year, I asked for more steaks and easier-to-cook-on-the-fly stuff. And wow, we got them!<br />
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I do wish we had gotten a crossrib roast, although I do love all the short ribs. I'm also missing the sirloin tip roast, which we usually use to make sauerbraten (thinking rump for this now).<br />
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I like a little more ground and stew for winter crock pots.<br />
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And no skirt steak. <br />
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But I'm getting better at figuring out what to ask for and what I like. I specifically requested short ribs, tri tip, and flatiron steaks.<br />
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Next year will be a bit different.<br />
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This is what we got this year:<br />
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One cow, 536 pounds hanging weight. 100% grass fed, dry aged 4-6 weeks. From <a href="http://thebeefjar.com/" target="_blank">Megan Brown</a>.<br />
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<li>89# ground beef</li>
<li>12 packages soup bones</li>
<li>4 bags dog bones</li>
<li>10 1# stew meat</li>
<li>10 packages short ribs</li>
<li>1 little hanger steak (there is only one per cow—Wolf and I took it as an organizers' bonus)</li>
<li>2 tri tip</li>
<li>4 flat iron steaks</li>
<li>1 flank steak</li>
<li>2 briskets</li>
<li>9 top sirloin steaks</li>
<li>12 sirloin tip steaks</li>
<li>12 T-bone steaks</li>
<li>11 rib steaks</li>
<li>6 filet steaks</li>
<li>17 top round steak</li>
<li>11 bottom round steak</li>
<li>10 chuck roast</li>
<li>6 arm roast</li>
<li>4 rump roast</li>
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A couple notes:<br />
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<li>Ground beef is in 1# packages. </li>
<li>Roasts are 3 to 4 pounds.</li>
<li>Some steaks (like T-bone and rib) are what you think of when you hear "steak." They are packaged in twos. Perfect for a steakhouse kind of meal.</li>
<li>Other steaks are chunks of meat (round steak) are better thinly sliced against the grain after cooking.</li>
<li>Where are the porterhouse steaks? They are labeled "T-bone." According to the Locker, you should be able to see the difference in your T-bones. But who knows who got what?</li>
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Let me know if you need help with anything. I'm no expert, but I do love to research. Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-40998783684205926512013-05-05T14:57:00.000-07:002013-05-29T14:58:40.973-07:00The best fava beansLike all great recipes, this one starts at the farmers' market. Go there for fava beans, scoop a generous amount of the pods into a bag.<br />
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And it's a Saturday spring morning, so pick up some incidentals: pencil-thin asparagus, a still-warm loaf of bread, Meyer lemons, strawberries you can smell an aisle away, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. Take the dog to the park; devour your pie; sip your coffee; admire the wildflowers; let the dog swim in the lake and shake all over you until you all smell like pond.<br />
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Favas are not the kind of thing to tackle alone in the kitchen. You will find yourself hunched over the counter, festering in a stew of resentment as you painstakingly pick apart each infuriating bean as everyone else enjoys a sunny late afternoon.<br />
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Instead, get someone you like to chat with to make a couple Southsides. Having an former bartender as a husband helps. We use a modified version of Pete Wells' <a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/southside">recipe</a> from an old <span style="font-style: italic;">Food & Wine</span> magazine:<br />
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Fill a shaker with ice. Add 6 oz. gin, juice of half a large or one small lemon (Meyer preferred), a spoon or two superfine sugar and two fresh mint sprig. Shake the hell out of it. Strain into two chilled martini glass and garnish with a mint sprig.<br />
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The straining is suggested most people don't want to end up with mint in the crevices between their teeth--I personally like my cocktail all rustic and green with bits of mint. But that's me...<br />
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Then, on to the favas.<br />
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Pile them on a table and get comfy. Split the pods open and strip out the beans. Then take the frosted sheath off each bean. This could be considered tedious and frustrating. Don't go there. Take a slow sip of your Southside and enjoy the chance to slow down.<br />
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You'll soon develop a system and the peeling will become a point of pride. Mine involves a thumbnail at the end of a bean and a little squeeze.<br />
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When the beans are peeled and the cocktails are sipped, toss a good amount of small-cubed pecorino cheese in with the favas and dress with olive oil and pepper.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-81437679178455861612009-10-24T14:29:00.000-07:002009-10-24T14:42:29.502-07:00Kitchen snapshot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYilTIdmYfDF5BIwbr3G1MNDuxwpQHTrdR2l7n9GtwZG0ycuZ2txcjMP5YFyLX9jchCe1CSA5UXBOkrMwquqH4qvPMCx31Cta9fIKRiBFMms-pCb3GkyXMSmfuqZ0CHyB9ZVoiLuYfA3g/s1600-h/P1012906.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYilTIdmYfDF5BIwbr3G1MNDuxwpQHTrdR2l7n9GtwZG0ycuZ2txcjMP5YFyLX9jchCe1CSA5UXBOkrMwquqH4qvPMCx31Cta9fIKRiBFMms-pCb3GkyXMSmfuqZ0CHyB9ZVoiLuYfA3g/s400/P1012906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396284773885269458" border="0" /></a><br />I love taking the macro lens, close-in shots. Not only because you can see every drop of sauce and bit of garlic.<br /><br />But also because, when you zoom out a bit, you can see that I cook in the middle of this kind of chaos.<br /><br />Toddler special-treat lunch of ravioli, garlic, butter, and zucchini. Homemade playdough smashed in the pestle with fennel seeds. Leftover banana in a little bowl. Crumbs. Life.<br /><br />It ain't pretty, but it is beautiful.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-84155810689874392412009-10-18T13:07:00.000-07:002009-10-21T08:49:48.319-07:00Angst with a side of cake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1JczGq0YZJXmH04ahzGs5gybGuck8bsf_YX95Kyr5bZjxBfciDYZw4RgPlWnk3easEETa9khNZI-cMmDW2-bx9LhkEGXjo77k_BhnNIrDT27ZxyYtJqLELhnRPrpang7j10GNX7GXslM/s1600-h/PearCake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1JczGq0YZJXmH04ahzGs5gybGuck8bsf_YX95Kyr5bZjxBfciDYZw4RgPlWnk3easEETa9khNZI-cMmDW2-bx9LhkEGXjo77k_BhnNIrDT27ZxyYtJqLELhnRPrpang7j10GNX7GXslM/s400/PearCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394810751037694946" border="0" /></a><br />I used to write a lot. A lot. All the time.<br /><br />It's so hard now, thinking while a little voice upstairs calls out regularly, "Quiet time over, mama? quiet time over mama?" The 50th time, my head explodes and all my words disappear.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I had one of those "wait a second, these aren't my people" flashes this weekend. We went to a party swarming with kids and pumpkins. I made a Deborah Madison cake with pears we scrounged freegan-style from the unoccupied rental next door.<br /><br />And we took most of the cake home. I guess it looked weird next to the grocery store carrot cake. I was all, "who <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> these people, forsaking my monochrome lump of homeliness?"<br /><br />I know I sound like a bitch no one would want to invite over to dinner.<br /><br />But like everyone, I suppose, I walk around feeling like an alien. Sometimes it's lonely being so different.<br /><br />I mean, seriously, this cake was nothing but fucking awesome. No one got it.<br /><br />And on some level I really believe that if I can find the ones who will devour a pear-almond upside down cake—not Himalayan sea salt fussy, not ultra-sweet Costco cake—I will have finally found my tribe. And we'll sit around and drink cocktails and talk dirty and knit, and I'll feel like I've come home.<br /><br />Then W. and I came home, tumbled the limp sleepy kid into bed, sat in a living room heavy with the scent of white lilies left on the doorstep by a good friend, and ate cake. And rued the frugal decision not to pick up a bottle of Black Label.<div><br /></div><div>And realized that I have come home.<br /><br />(My tribe is small. But I really did sit around and drink wine and knit and talk occasionally dirty with a few good girlfriends last night. So I'm counting my blessings and trying to enjoy the spark of being just a tad off typical.)<br /><br /><div></div><blockquote><div><br /></div><div><b>Pear-Almond Upside-Down Cake</b></div><div>(adapted from Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone, by Deborah Madison)</div><div><br /></div><div>3 T. butter</div><div>3/4 cup brown sugar</div><div>3 medium-sized pears</div><div>1/4 cup almond paste</div><div><br /></div><div>1/2 cup butter, softened</div><div>3/4 cup sugar</div><div>1 t. vanilla extract</div><div>1/4 t. almond extract</div><div>3 eggs at room temp.</div><div>2/3 cup almond meal (they sell this at Trader Joe's, or you can grind blanched almonds yourself)</div><div>1 cup flour</div><div>1 t. baking powder</div><div>1/4 t. salt</div><div><br /></div><div>Preheat oven to 375 degrees. </div><div><br /></div><div>Put the butter and brown sugar in a 10-inch cast-iron skillet and heat on medium until the sugar is melted. Remove from heat. Peel, core, and slice the pears about 1/4 inch thick. Overlap the slices in concentric circles on top of the melty sugar/butter. Break the almond paste into pea-sized pieces and sprinkle over pears.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in vanilla and almond extracts, then the eggs, one at a time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stir in nuts and other dry ingredients. Spoon over the fruit and smooth out gently.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bake in the center of oven until golden and springy, about 35 to 40 minutes. Let cool in pan a few minutes.<br /><br />Now the tricky part. Put a big round cake plate upside down over the skillet. With potholders protecting your hands, grab the plate and the skillet firmly and flip over with authority. (This is easy for me to say. W. always does this for me. I'm chicken.)<br /><br />If any pears are left in the skillet, just transfer them to the top of the cake and pretend the whole thing came out perfect.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-4290705866264001392009-09-07T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-18T15:05:43.461-07:00Summer's last gasp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYw11oKGrmYfsTSdCfxCAoO4RwLHPiO7q4x_s1qKvJ3iz4ygn9k9UGAoiClYG1Fhm2SbZKFJgJ3nnGYq3hSUn1EGMG9Z_ZFA_mD2rh8pbED6MBbeuDHZZs-ywYZfUPiqRgjxHt2DMwnk/s1600-h/P1012444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYw11oKGrmYfsTSdCfxCAoO4RwLHPiO7q4x_s1qKvJ3iz4ygn9k9UGAoiClYG1Fhm2SbZKFJgJ3nnGYq3hSUn1EGMG9Z_ZFA_mD2rh8pbED6MBbeuDHZZs-ywYZfUPiqRgjxHt2DMwnk/s400/P1012444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378756337501045954" border="0" /></a><br />We've managed to save most of our garden from the six bucks roaming the neighborhood, and we're greedily harvesting the last of the cherry tomatoes now. After the glut of tomato flesh, they still seem so valuable in their fleetingness.<br /><br />This is what I'm doing to savor bites of summer in the depths of winter.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Roasted Cherry Tomatoes</span><br /><br />sweet cherry tomatoes<br />garlic<br />olive oil<br />salt<br /><br />Cut your cherry tomatoes in half, and crowd cut side up on sheet trays. Drizzle with a mixture of olive oil, crushed garlic, and kosher salt. Roast in a 200 degree oven until wrinkled, but not completely dried out, a couple hours.<br /><br />Cool on trays, snacking obsessively on the sweet coins of tomato goodness. Put the trays into the freezer until the tomatoes are frozen. Scrape into Mason jars with a spatula, cap, and put back in the freezer.<br /><br />Sprinkle straight onto salads--they will defrost quickly.</blockquote><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71EppAlrTo3fmlLzqOMZMt9JUG0EyFafXGI-0ybHKNNYqZpNOnmR9SzM4NKBISsSeNKTp28IihJcLAYPsyRa7mBzm4dEQk_xsI6PxJ9KPZ4xD2W-jWGdRTOOAadtU-sKxozuoCrnCdP8/s1600-h/P1012208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71EppAlrTo3fmlLzqOMZMt9JUG0EyFafXGI-0ybHKNNYqZpNOnmR9SzM4NKBISsSeNKTp28IihJcLAYPsyRa7mBzm4dEQk_xsI6PxJ9KPZ4xD2W-jWGdRTOOAadtU-sKxozuoCrnCdP8/s400/P1012208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382929125992898050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdTqjIah1a8BDlg3CHA_WlRnoB84HWzdAhQrIYPD96VDL_ebcWVkvyCcx1HG5fPB5qw_WfgZ3-HHsnuTAgDZfWc7hXjgP1vDB42sP3y3eq1UR89vs-Bradvbr8cJYSlYWfgXZoE9c7UY/s1600-h/P1012202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdTqjIah1a8BDlg3CHA_WlRnoB84HWzdAhQrIYPD96VDL_ebcWVkvyCcx1HG5fPB5qw_WfgZ3-HHsnuTAgDZfWc7hXjgP1vDB42sP3y3eq1UR89vs-Bradvbr8cJYSlYWfgXZoE9c7UY/s400/P1012202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382929138834793746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></blockquote></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-19071786418838448722009-08-14T13:22:00.000-07:002009-08-14T14:13:34.327-07:00Roasted cherry tomatoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixChkpN2wRG96aoJYfIgRMo9uPbpmOF5o_Fj7J7PdP-Lx7R94RsWeunYraWMUPoS5_GzJ29HrjttLV-OYcJioaft87gfy969aod6XjUhXloIHHD723xgfA0clhjlLKLoofZpTl3qhPl8M/s1600-h/P1012400.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixChkpN2wRG96aoJYfIgRMo9uPbpmOF5o_Fj7J7PdP-Lx7R94RsWeunYraWMUPoS5_GzJ29HrjttLV-OYcJioaft87gfy969aod6XjUhXloIHHD723xgfA0clhjlLKLoofZpTl3qhPl8M/s400/P1012400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577935913384930" border="0" /></a><br />I know I probably sound like a real asshole complaining about so many tomatoes. In a year of tomato blight.<br /><br />Sorry. California is rocking the tomatoes this year.<br /><br />I've got cherry tomatoes in my ears, as the 2-year-old likes to say.<br /><br />I used to say up the wazoo, but I don't that that would play well in preschool.<br /><br />Here's a slightly fussy, but utterly delicious way to use up surplus Sweet 100s. It's based on a recipe from Amanda Hesser and her <span style="font-style: italic;">Cooking for Mr. Latte</span>.<br /><br />I know everyone loves to hate on this book--I do too. But seriously, bitch though she may be (or not), her recipes WORK. And I'm easy. That's all I ask of a girl, that her recipes work.<br /><br />I'm tempted to try this one with whole cherry tomatoes, to save myself the fiddle-y cutting. But it's so good as is, I haven't been brave enough to risk failure.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pasta with Roasted Cherry Tomatoes and Corn</span><br /><br />cherry tomatoes (a lot, or a couple baskets)<br />olive oil<br />a handful of bread crumbs<br />a handful of Pecorino Romano cheese, finely grated<br />salt and pepper<br />2-4 ears of corn<br />1 pound pasta (Ms. Hesser recommends penne)<br /><br />Preheat oven to 425. Heat a pot of salted water for boiling corn and pasta.<br /><br />Halve your cherry tomatoes and set them, cut side up, in a rimmed sheet pan or roasting pan. I drop them in the pan as I go, and stop when I've packed it full. Really jammed in there full.<br /><br />Dump a lot of olive oil on top of tomatoes. More than you think. The recipe calls for 1/2 cup for 1-1/2 pounds tomatoes. Season with salt and pepper. Evenly sprinkle breadcrumbs and grated Pecorino Romano on top.<br /><br />Roast in the oven until tomatoes soften and ones near the edges of the pan turn dark brown, about 30 minutes.<br /><br />Meanwhile, husk your corn. Submerge it in your boiling water, turn the heat under the pot off, and let sit about 3 minutes.<br /><br />Remove corn from water and shave kernels off the cobs into a large serving bowl using a knife. Scrape the denuded cobs again with the back of your knife blade to get the milky goodness that remained behind.<br /><br />Boil your pasta until al dente. Drain, reserving some pasta water.<br /><br />Mix pasta and roasted tomatoes with corn, adding reserved pasta cooking water to loosen the sauce, if needed. (I toss some of the water into my roasting pan and scrape up the browned tomato bits with a spoon. Then I loosen the pasta sauce with that. It's one more step, but I hate to let any caramelized deliciousness go to waste.) Add more salt, if necessary.<br /><br />Serve with more grated cheese at the table.<br /></blockquote>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-6067666948230096752009-08-06T14:43:00.001-07:002009-08-06T14:53:37.336-07:00Freezing herbsI always do a basil pesto (without the cheese) to freeze in ice cube trays. I then transfer to freezer bags for winter storage. I add the Parmesan after defrosting. It just doesn't freeze well.<br /><br />The cubes are the perfect size for dropping in minestrone or flavoring a tomato pasta sauce.<br /><br />I also freeze small glass jars of pesto with more olive oil floating on top--enough pesto for a pound of pasta. These jars keep better than the cubes, but you have to use the whole bit at once.<br /><br />I coarsely chop/puree Thai basil in the food processor and freeze in ice cube trays topped off with a bit of water to protect from freezer burn. Then store in freezer bags the same way as pesto. I was planning to do the same with oregano and cilantro this year.<br /><br />Rosemary and sage, in our climate, are pretty much always on tap.<br /><br />So I thought I had the preserving herbs thing down--without resorting to drying.<br /><br />But <a href="http://awaytogarden.com/growing-and-storing-a-year-of-parsley">this</a> blew my mind.<br /><br />Parsley logs.<br /><br />Brilliant.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-91170101268678792842009-08-05T12:53:00.000-07:002009-08-05T13:22:44.420-07:00Preserving tomatoes11 hours and 12 quarts later...<br /><br />Plus some sauce, but not as much as you'd think.<br /><br />I guess there's a reason plum tomatoes are recommended--we had about 10 times as much juice and seeds as finished product. My compost pile is soaked through with tomato gore.<br /><br />I know we could have canned the juice too, but it was just. too. much.<br /><br />We ended up with large jars packed full of tomatoes and not too much juice. It took careful peeling and seeding, a thorough squeezing, and a hot pack. We absolutely did not need to add additional water or juice. After a little pressing, our tomatoes were completely covered in their own juice.<br /><br />I've made some decisions about how to best deal with the summer surplus of tomatoes.<br /><br />This is it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiUDidHUD6Aw5L47ICGGJIslZbeQ8rKs694uQwcY5EkDuMoWk-Q_afqZIbkZmrQDMe782ZQHPmn_C7s2w_PKAo_EptniRj-LSIasK8AKsmzNQ9KTa9fTLo5sz50x3Y3DQNZNMi74doE8/s1600-h/P1012419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiUDidHUD6Aw5L47ICGGJIslZbeQ8rKs694uQwcY5EkDuMoWk-Q_afqZIbkZmrQDMe782ZQHPmn_C7s2w_PKAo_EptniRj-LSIasK8AKsmzNQ9KTa9fTLo5sz50x3Y3DQNZNMi74doE8/s400/P1012419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366572533543988114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvMtv0NsFgCKFMc1MDeR_Haelr1Tv9UmEzt6nbevmHaO0nXwoAVz8IWBdbSRooF5sIUkSSTG_UulwEPS2IV8NpNLQMUCa8pHZ1iq1EiedwHR2tAEMJMXQsHbbFlQkUmnM3bV2Z7LAYtg/s1600-h/P1012418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvMtv0NsFgCKFMc1MDeR_Haelr1Tv9UmEzt6nbevmHaO0nXwoAVz8IWBdbSRooF5sIUkSSTG_UulwEPS2IV8NpNLQMUCa8pHZ1iq1EiedwHR2tAEMJMXQsHbbFlQkUmnM3bV2Z7LAYtg/s400/P1012418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366572531203951010" border="0" /></a><br />If you have a chest freezer, freezing, hands down. You can put your tomatoes whole on a cookie sheet in the freezer. When they're hard, transfer to plastic bags.<br /><br />In the winter, when you pull them out to defrost, their skins slip right off and cores are easily cut off. You have to deal with a bit of hassle later down the line, but you skip the days and days of canning in the summer. The texture isn't as wonderful as canned whole tomatoes, but whatevs. Throw those suckers in a soup or chili, and no one will know the difference.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I don't have a chest freezer.<br /><br />But those glass jars of tomatoes look lovely on my cupboard shelves. And a day and late night of progressively more delirious tomato-spattered hilarity with a couple good girlfriends is never a bad thing.<br /><br />I am still freezing the sauces: <a href="http://awaytogarden.com/love-apple-sauce-and-real-applesauce">lazy tomato sauce</a>, enchilada sauce, tomato puree.<br /><br />If they are packed as above, they stack neatly and keep well.<br /><br />Don't be tempted, as I always am, to fill the freezer bags too full. If they are thin, you can break off a sliver of sauce and close up the bag again. (Then use up in the next couple weeks—freezer burn sets in fast once you open a bag.) If you overfill, you have to defrost an entire bag to get a bit of enchilada sauce for a wet burrito.<br /><br />I'm also planning on sundried tomatoes and my mom's sundried tomato paste, which goes a long way in a winter stew.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-41061353741299456712009-07-24T12:33:00.001-07:002009-07-24T12:57:33.751-07:00It's a little overwhelming...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSJBpnEqkJAMg4-SwG2ZuoXaYft5U4d42lJtq19GGo7grLWvkmEtb-53HcsQxg09AApCj9b-NWMWgwy3BiOfdJ1XSwKjIpzg1WIwIFG_2f1AeAhbiRZ-Y54xFn69soBR16BASA1mMjfQ/s1600-h/P1012421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSJBpnEqkJAMg4-SwG2ZuoXaYft5U4d42lJtq19GGo7grLWvkmEtb-53HcsQxg09AApCj9b-NWMWgwy3BiOfdJ1XSwKjIpzg1WIwIFG_2f1AeAhbiRZ-Y54xFn69soBR16BASA1mMjfQ/s400/P1012421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362112285804221810" border="0" /></a><br />...and this is only a portion of what we are dealing with tomorrow. Canned tomatoes and tomato sauce for three families.<br /><br />Our veggie CSA let us scrounge their rows for tomatoes this morning--they have so many that it's "all you can carry" organic tomatoes on pickup day. What they charged us to pick about 6 huge boxes was so embarrassingly little that I won't even say.<br /><br />I've heard canning is big right now. It's good to know that the stars have aligned—as they do periodically—such that my routines have coincided with what's cool.<br /><br />I've canned since I was a kid. This year, I'm teaching my friends to do it too. There's something about the steam, the sweat, the chatter, the kids and families running through the house, the finished jars cooling in neat lines. It's lovely.<br /><br />But I do have to say that canning is not a good way to save money if you have to buy your produce full price or if you just hop on what's trendy for one year. We get our jars at WinCo (a discount grocery store) for about $7.50 a dozen, with lids and rings. Cheap, but that's still an investment up front, especially compared to freezer bags.<br /><br />We get our pickling vegetables from our own gardens. We get peaches and tomatoes from friends and in bulk. We pick blackberries for free down the road.<br /><br />Giving away those precious jars of jam for Christmas makes it even more cost-effective.<br /><br />But it's work. If you factor in your labor costs, forget it.<br /><br />For us, it's a lifestyle. We'd <span style="font-style: italic;">rather</span> stand over a hot stove or pick a hundred pounds of tomatoes before work on a Friday morning than work overtime in an office. We like turning excess into a stocked pantry. We like convincing our friends that the intimate connection with our farmers and the soil our food grows in will enrich their lives.<br /><br />(Bonus: Our farmers are cute. Agricultural eye candy.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * *<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Our peaches were no gold-medal winners. We had jars of syrup with peaches floating at the top, exposed the air. Not so pretty.<br /><br />Still delicious, so the agony of defeat is not so bitter.<br /><br />But we're trying to figure out how to pack those tomatoes in more tightly. Wish us luck.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-63266161809926312762009-07-16T12:25:00.000-07:002009-07-16T12:44:51.882-07:00Canning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxRt9fxmZsyBBqaOab7zTEofmeUjbG4T-bPslEAGDd-bOsGcsVynuftfVP9qol9H8u97dPsVTzjwhDe7wN5nNu3twiTrsJ7Dkc1kzSz7Mh54oiAD1VzAZK_lFTxIHt8qdxTw8krcmYEw/s1600-h/P1012265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxRt9fxmZsyBBqaOab7zTEofmeUjbG4T-bPslEAGDd-bOsGcsVynuftfVP9qol9H8u97dPsVTzjwhDe7wN5nNu3twiTrsJ7Dkc1kzSz7Mh54oiAD1VzAZK_lFTxIHt8qdxTw8krcmYEw/s400/P1012265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358155647526057458" border="0" /></a><br />Somehow, I thought 75 pounds of peaches would be manageable. There were five of us after all, crammed into a gallery kitchen while the rest of the families watched the Tour de France and ate pizza.<br /><br />I didn't factor in the endless runs to the store for more ice, sugar, lemons, jars, whatever. I didn't factor in the time it would take for 50 pounds of chopped peaches to simmer themselves into jam without pectin.<br /><br />That classic advice not to double canning recipes? I laughed in the face of expertise and timed the recipes by 10. No mere doubling here.<br /><br />Holy 9 hours in the kitchen, Batman!<br /><br />I did discover that I suck at the whole check-your-jam's-jelling-point-with-a-plate-in-the-freezer thing. You know how <a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/magazine/2008/06/jam_session">this jam</a> has reached it's jelling point? It spits.<br /><br />The simmering bubbles get slower and bigger, and when you stir the jam, scraping the spoon along the bottom of the pan, you see pan for a split second. The liquid doesn't rush back around the spoon like water--it slides back, thicker.<br /><br />And then it hisses spits little bits of hot jam, angrily. I have a collection of little round burns on my hands to prove it.<br /><br />The jam was ready. And awesome.<br /><br />Also on the the agenda were pickles and canned peaches in ginger syrup (above). Next round? Tomatoes and tomato sauce and salsa.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-18871118708350330792009-07-09T13:02:00.000-07:002009-07-09T15:18:26.879-07:00Dutch baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9VqCTb9SQL704PXjqoTsB7BLWkQIOwNBXmP_WuzssEPnABbepDbokhJOo-9_ibRWgc7hwZN1XjmKRq3V-rjY5BuC0X3gvENh_neuDkE8l1bOyLMa46EFpYdyX2N46M2mtUarSo0Pp3s/s1600-h/P1012147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9VqCTb9SQL704PXjqoTsB7BLWkQIOwNBXmP_WuzssEPnABbepDbokhJOo-9_ibRWgc7hwZN1XjmKRq3V-rjY5BuC0X3gvENh_neuDkE8l1bOyLMa46EFpYdyX2N46M2mtUarSo0Pp3s/s400/P1012147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349132099710465282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>When the toddler gets a little out of hand, I can growl, "We're eating babies for breakfast. That's right. BABIES!"<br /><br />Delicious with lemon juice squeezed over the top and then sprinkled with powdered sugar. Washed down with coffee.<br /><br />We make a little sidecar for the kid:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GrQqRWr04gzDdpgiT6HyWAzN27qVbuV7qrNQjWj3JS29k4FMA2tOyDva4tZJtnTaT2PHWdZxnxkr4LfV7D5UfXAdcHsdcciE7dDNFyuaLXhW7o-a2wov4ahDk26pYIFpTT_bTpscVzc/s1600-h/P1012142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GrQqRWr04gzDdpgiT6HyWAzN27qVbuV7qrNQjWj3JS29k4FMA2tOyDva4tZJtnTaT2PHWdZxnxkr4LfV7D5UfXAdcHsdcciE7dDNFyuaLXhW7o-a2wov4ahDk26pYIFpTT_bTpscVzc/s400/P1012142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349132088553510178" border="0" /></a><br />We use a recipe for <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Big-Apple-Pancake-230981">Big Apple Pancake</a> from an old <span style="font-style: italic;">Gourmet</span> magazine as a guide, but add all kinds of fruit. Strawberry isn't actually my favorite. I think apricot and blueberries might be. The original is awesome in winter.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />And before I jump into the recipe, let me just clarify my stance on unsalted vs. salted butter.<br /><br />I don't give a fuck.<br /><br />Seriously, I don't know why so many cooks get so worked up about salted butter.<br /><br />I like salty butter on my toast, so it's what I have in the fridge.<br /><br />I keep track of work schedules and the daycare center closures and doctor's appointments and when the dog next gets her heartworm meds and a complicated orchid fertilization schedule and on and on and on.<br /><br />I don't need to regulate butter usage on top of it all: "No, no, that butter's for baking. Use THIS one." I think my husband's head would explode. He still hasn't recovered from that time he snacked on the crust of bread that I was saving for that night's onion soup dinner.<br /><br />And I cried.<br /><br />Because holy crap, I was looking forward to that soup with the toasty bread.<br /><br />Poor guy.<br /><br />Anyway, back to babies.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dutch Baby with Fruit</span><br />--based on recipe from <span style="font-style: italic;">Gourmet</span>, Nov. 2004<br />--serves 2<br /><br />1/2 stick butter<br />1/2 cup milk<br />1/2 cup flour (white or whole wheat pastry)<br />4 eggs<br />3 tablespoons sugar<br />1/2 teaspoon vanilla<br />1/8 teaspoon salt<br />sliced peaches or apricots, halved strawberries, frozen blueberries (about a cup of fruit)<br />lemon wedges and powdered sugar <p> Put oven rack in middle position and preheat oven to 450°F. Put butter into 10-inch cast iron skillet and put in oven to melt.<br /></p> <p> While butter is melting, dump milk, flour, eggs, granulated sugar, vanilla, and salt into a blender. Swirl butter around skillet to coat sides and bottom. Add about 2 T. melted butter to blender, leaving the rest in the skillet. Blend batter until smooth. </p> <p> Place fruit in one layer in hot buttered skillet. It won't cover the bottom completely--if it does, you have too much fruit and will end up with a juicy mess of breakfast. </p><p>Pour batter over fruit.<br /></p><p>Put skillet in oven. Bake until pancake is puffed and golden, about 18 minutes (depending on amount of fruit).<br /></p><p>Serve immediately with lemon wedges and powered sugar.<br /></p></blockquote>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-82823071026270659412009-07-03T12:46:00.001-07:002009-07-03T12:59:51.721-07:00When left to my own devicesIt's rare that I get a meal alone. A real meal at home, not leftovers packed into a Mason jar and eaten on the bench outside my office.<br /><br />When I do eat alone, it's simple and utterly personal. For dinner, <a href="http://occasionallyedible.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-single-spaghetti.html">spaghetti</a> with butter and garlic.<br /><br />For lunch, like today, a <s>fried in butter</s> grilled Swiss cheese sandwich. Dipped in "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sriracha">rooster sauce</a>." With a heaping mass of homemade sauerkraut on the side.<br /><br />I scarfed it down so fast I didn't take a picture.<br /><br />I agree, you don't need a picture. It's obscene enough already that I shared. But dude, look at <a href="http://bread-and-honey.blogspot.com/2009/06/exactly-what-it-looks-like.html">this</a>. I'm not alone.<br /><br />For dessert? Coffee and back to work from home via laptop.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-31478696890676146582009-06-19T13:01:00.000-07:002009-06-22T14:40:58.916-07:00BLT pasta, with avocados<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1qb2_sOw_Fd7QO01yGk4zFMr1Bx-TC5Igt2Jax636BUjozdH5B772YN9tV1RoMKvr8KWwtNwtiGXrDikdGphAeCBeiK4K3-QmyImAjyhbo3WdAtcLx6RTlP1msGTycMo9m2y4PgucyM/s1600-h/P1012140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1qb2_sOw_Fd7QO01yGk4zFMr1Bx-TC5Igt2Jax636BUjozdH5B772YN9tV1RoMKvr8KWwtNwtiGXrDikdGphAeCBeiK4K3-QmyImAjyhbo3WdAtcLx6RTlP1msGTycMo9m2y4PgucyM/s400/P1012140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349131576878044178" border="0" /></a><br />I'm cheating a bit on this one, I know, opening a can of tomatoes from Costco instead of waiting for the organic goodness of fresh summer fruit. But good lord, this is delicious.<br /><br />I couldn't wait.<br /><br />This is one of those things we make a lot, without measuring and with constant variation. In fact, there is really only one rule:<br /><br />Use more olive oil, salt, and bacon than you think you need. A lot more.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">BLT Pasta</span><br /><br />Mix the following into a large bowl (big enough for pasta too):<br /><br />about 4 large <span style="font-weight: bold;">tomatoes</span>, chopped<br />2 <span style="font-weight: bold;">avocados</span>, chopped<br />a handful of <span style="font-weight: bold;">basil</span> leaves, roughly torn<br />a couple handfuls of <span style="font-weight: bold;">arugula</span>, roughly torn (or skip it)<br />a half a sweet <span style="font-weight: bold;">onion</span>, slivered ultra-thin (or thin slices of green onion)<br />2 pressed <span style="font-weight: bold;">garlic</span> cloves (or chopped green garlic or garlic scapes)<br />a couple good glugs <span style="font-weight: bold;">olive oil</span><br />juice of half a <span style="font-weight: bold;">lemon</span><br />salt<br />pepper<br /><br />Cook 1 pound <span style="font-weight: bold;">pasta</span> until al dente. While pasta is cooking, fry up some <span style="font-weight: bold;">bacon</span>. For this recipe, I avoid the bacon flipping altogether—I cut it up into strips with kitchen shears and then saute in a cast iron pan.<br /><br />Drain pasta and mix with sauce. Toss and serve topped with bacon strips and crumbled <span style="font-weight: bold;">blue cheese</span>.<br /></blockquote><br /><br />*Make-ahead note: This sauce is none the worse for wear after having sat on the counter all afternoon while you played in the sprinklers.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-41481739752449995042009-06-13T20:23:00.000-07:002009-06-15T11:53:39.411-07:00Quinoa childOne of the hardest parts of parenting for me is letting the 2-year-old DO, not jumping in and fussing over how she does it.<br /><br />Flour all over the floor, pants on backwards, bubble wands held sideways, balancing acts gone wrong--every bit of my parenting being strains towards jumping in and fixing. I manage to restrain myself most of the time.<br /><br />Because look what she does when we give her the chance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBcUHMeK7kIJCYWAdG18FxHDB3Jl2otKuJUIE9X2c1O0RMLjt-46u9WuJWQeHTEC0ABzEhMo-IQUtj8A3_ed-W_lFtewcg-WoW6ksC3Lx9YyKZOvnNys3-y-epo_nS0TXySuGn6c18HI/s1600-h/P1012111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBcUHMeK7kIJCYWAdG18FxHDB3Jl2otKuJUIE9X2c1O0RMLjt-46u9WuJWQeHTEC0ABzEhMo-IQUtj8A3_ed-W_lFtewcg-WoW6ksC3Lx9YyKZOvnNys3-y-epo_nS0TXySuGn6c18HI/s400/P1012111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597318029665618" border="0" /></a><br />She asks for a bowl, a wooden spoon, some playdough. For pinto beans, garbanzos, orange lentils, then quinoa. All by name. She makes pretend dinner alongside papa, who is making actual dinner.<br /><br />She hardly spills at all. Then she climbs down from her stool and asks for the vacuum to clean up stray beans.<br /><br />After she's in bed, papa and I <span style="font-style: italic;">actually</span> clean up the stray beans.<br /><br />It's worth it.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Other nights, she winds around our legs screaming "HOOOOLLLLD YOUUUUU" while we try to saute. Ahhh, two!Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-57014101221801313222009-05-24T20:21:00.000-07:002009-05-29T13:09:21.081-07:00Local love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2uQ_bWaGH8Y_FwETtn-1oTw1d1-NKom8x2yk6jkQYEAZnJ42RK39fhFXn8lhgNg-s8TDGVBBB6ahTF4zCaTSEuLd81J0VjB86ZVGapTHsdrFesVk8sGa8RWly603lH-z9GHFJbWvM98/s1600-h/P1012125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2uQ_bWaGH8Y_FwETtn-1oTw1d1-NKom8x2yk6jkQYEAZnJ42RK39fhFXn8lhgNg-s8TDGVBBB6ahTF4zCaTSEuLd81J0VjB86ZVGapTHsdrFesVk8sGa8RWly603lH-z9GHFJbWvM98/s400/P1012125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339596841162921794" border="0" /></a><br />We eat seasonally and locally. We are not one of those trendy restaurants* with the "we buy local and organic produce whenever possible" tagline on their menus. I've worked at some of those, and found that cost or inconvenience too often override the declared intent.<br /><br />But at home, we are authentic**, and pretty quiet about it. We try to honor our bodies, our community, our soil, our beliefs, and our neighbors--and we try to shut up about that with our friends.<br /><br />Instead of the evangelism, we dish out food.<br /><br />We try to hook the devoted grocery store shoppers on green garlic, local lamb, fresh tomatoes. We try to make them part of the loop--to make explicit that connection: soil, water, seeds, spirit, farmer, food, table...<br /><br />And if they want a little of the joy in their own lives, well, we've done something right.<br /><br />I imagine, those of you out there with more traditional faiths than mine, that this is a familiar feeling.<br /><br />This <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Fried-Eggs-and-Asparagus-with-Parmesan-105014">recipe</a>--another version of the classic asparagus/egg combo--is spring. Easy and epic. Try it now, before summer is in full swing and asparagus is a memory.<br /><br />Don't you dare use grocery store asparagus in November or jumbo-pack eggs for this one. It is largely unadorned and depends on freshness.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqayeXfdN-79L2-jKLnBO4pfoHrsKTvrZcfkT7EWJHhVuNyqanocJnwlzVU6Kt-XrXUIhEZ6ZznLDrmUPHg8i9bh4KmxksKUCK3rornbZ0ZOYZdb_F0UCOLyRJnKPTquqx6ss98RqgfCI/s1600-h/P1012117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqayeXfdN-79L2-jKLnBO4pfoHrsKTvrZcfkT7EWJHhVuNyqanocJnwlzVU6Kt-XrXUIhEZ6ZznLDrmUPHg8i9bh4KmxksKUCK3rornbZ0ZOYZdb_F0UCOLyRJnKPTquqx6ss98RqgfCI/s400/P1012117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339596839170341890" border="0" /></a><br />*Ah, restaurants. Oven-branded forearms, coke and testosterone, bands of misfits united against the unsuspecting customer. I get nostalgic every once in a while.<br /><br />**Authentic, not perfect. We all snack on bananas from Trader Joe's. We buy potatoes and onions and garlic and citrus all year. Other than that, each season brings a new, eagerly awaited treat: Asparagus and <a href="http://notquiterural.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-fava-bean-recipe.html">favas</a> and onion scapes. Peaches and tomatoes. Hot chilies and tomatillos. Winter squash and escarole.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-62240676456935458472009-05-21T08:00:00.000-07:002009-05-29T12:37:41.916-07:00Peas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrWg2O0BoG4E_XuFCDo9CymyaJOrvFuAEYquXEr23hyVos94plJ3rqrPwKUXLLkearH2YSzedGXJ6EnOhQvr1V5csIfPYX9vL0_3A1sFhkb673f_6DogW0x9LelaI0Ox3LJr8X2r4E-M/s1600-h/PeaCutOutPoster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrWg2O0BoG4E_XuFCDo9CymyaJOrvFuAEYquXEr23hyVos94plJ3rqrPwKUXLLkearH2YSzedGXJ6EnOhQvr1V5csIfPYX9vL0_3A1sFhkb673f_6DogW0x9LelaI0Ox3LJr8X2r4E-M/s400/PeaCutOutPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337957322214788962" border="0" /></a><br />Holy crap CSAs, with the sugar snaps and snows and shellings! We've done salads (potato and green) and stirfries and snacks and shelling-to-freeze. We've done pasta with ricotta and bacon and carmelized onions and sugar snaps.<br /><br />Any ideas?Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-45589860999182340492009-05-19T20:38:00.000-07:002009-05-20T10:28:02.571-07:00Self, with ginAlmost summer here, and hot hot. So...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzY89HiGa0QgIUMRFCQPqMMkYID3QXq9l1qLqhJmcYKyZsva6OH3MsbINe46A8047Hl_mUlXS7W0Wn2fX_ENTynUOpsfHwieIWXRErw6xBrN16h7scifbHhpzcuWz0rDwOI5KmpIwbvoU/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzY89HiGa0QgIUMRFCQPqMMkYID3QXq9l1qLqhJmcYKyZsva6OH3MsbINe46A8047Hl_mUlXS7W0Wn2fX_ENTynUOpsfHwieIWXRErw6xBrN16h7scifbHhpzcuWz0rDwOI5KmpIwbvoU/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337745886481496962" border="0" /></a><br />...naked baby hammock swinging.<br />...gin and tonics.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtVG6h076446fX6XROe0p7JtB2hhMflCKV27rkalR5GDhDX2XBTicPe87k9_vW5I_HgScRuq4DiGB-T7jhkSp1-3I3v106_7hvTBOxlEQGdoRcBfH1r3OmHJPaFZaw6c1UObDfDA_1GM/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtVG6h076446fX6XROe0p7JtB2hhMflCKV27rkalR5GDhDX2XBTicPe87k9_vW5I_HgScRuq4DiGB-T7jhkSp1-3I3v106_7hvTBOxlEQGdoRcBfH1r3OmHJPaFZaw6c1UObDfDA_1GM/s400/IMG_1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337745891117362530" border="0" /></a><br />...lounge pants the color of a cold cold Southside.<br />...barbecues of lamb kabobs and flatbread and tzatziki that I enjoyed without the camera.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-76407536160126433182009-05-11T20:04:00.000-07:002009-05-12T11:15:36.079-07:00Baked eggs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_M9j_I1dYb0ywN7do8W5LSa6Ak70hcYPAST_kWSCggl3thETP8U-1JsVpniH1ZgP5P3h4ULuzWAO63WxaUObs8ej0DXJ3tFHFmCy-kmRTpGs7ds2LzakkxH-kvtnlOgthffpbI3Axgd0/s1600-h/P1012098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_M9j_I1dYb0ywN7do8W5LSa6Ak70hcYPAST_kWSCggl3thETP8U-1JsVpniH1ZgP5P3h4ULuzWAO63WxaUObs8ej0DXJ3tFHFmCy-kmRTpGs7ds2LzakkxH-kvtnlOgthffpbI3Axgd0/s400/P1012098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332171421334002866" border="0" /></a><br />In the past week, I have<br /><ul><li>hit two major deadlines at work, barely<br /></li><li>finished a final project for my graphic design class </li><li>had our childcare provider in the hospital </li><li>seen my checking account hit $9 </li><li>called the pediatrician on an early weekend morning about a scary vaccination reaction<br /></li><li>experienced our first two-year-old public meltdown while in line with a cart of fabric cut to order (stranger reaction was equal parts cold, cold judgement and the kind of sympathy that brings me to tears)</li><li>had three diapers fail to contain my child's monster pees, each one while she was sleeping on MY bed<br /></li><li>caught puke in my hands</li></ul>Yes, a shitload of screw you from the universe.<br /><br />At least there were eggs. Baked with radish leaves and onion scapes and Parmesan and lots of butter and cream. With home-baked bread (yes, like the famous <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/081mrex.html">no-knead</a>--with a more whole-grain modification of <a href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/?p=552#more-552">dough stored in the fridge</a>). And potatoes fried in duck fat.<br /><br />And we count our blessings.<br /><br />It's hard to see when you're covered in puke or are trying to hold on to 27 pounds of screaming, scratching, squirming child while pulling out your debit card. Or when you are crossing $2 items off your grocery list. Or when you have heard "NOOO!!! Papa do it!" for the 200th time by 9 am. Gratitude can be slow in coming.<br /><br />But our stuff, so far, has been nothing.<br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br />We realize how extraordinarily lucky we are right now. We consider it an obligation to appreciate the fresh eggs a coworker brings, the downy hair of a feverish toddler, the smell of jasmine on our patio. Beauty can be so fleeting.<br /><br />And ohh, those eggs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWspc9YjHuoFGo7CZtpRgmxXHJ7hxO5dHVfAZMkSmtGkGnuIBpyPx-FAVcgDTHWTkF9towWGxSMwoKqs9Rg5JWKvEJbohOvO0gkGXUt_SJr-LhiVkBmRSTInP4MMfzeK-LrLwrBEihtfg/s1600-h/P1012084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWspc9YjHuoFGo7CZtpRgmxXHJ7hxO5dHVfAZMkSmtGkGnuIBpyPx-FAVcgDTHWTkF9towWGxSMwoKqs9Rg5JWKvEJbohOvO0gkGXUt_SJr-LhiVkBmRSTInP4MMfzeK-LrLwrBEihtfg/s400/P1012084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332171411684789010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOP9dwCkoknprS86GiBFm4A8f3QZGRXnMlwu8CAkGJ0ETDKteud-QRZWNq3FjtMFwd3Us4t3oz-oItly4zuUWI1srJKzQQGzUpSQCdW0-gg_eTm9hyoI7zypXwbLZ6Ua23P-Yi7HHjxcg/s1600-h/P1012088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOP9dwCkoknprS86GiBFm4A8f3QZGRXnMlwu8CAkGJ0ETDKteud-QRZWNq3FjtMFwd3Us4t3oz-oItly4zuUWI1srJKzQQGzUpSQCdW0-gg_eTm9hyoI7zypXwbLZ6Ua23P-Yi7HHjxcg/s400/P1012088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332171414534453330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIi9Ka-osAj0WRHh_5zu-NfaKQeXeYg8lgLoxA4jPxj7yyReRSYmyr4X_JxCd7iENG_SKpTSkbFvQWGYhpW_YVHdl_QRGeHuhRI1mCI1ga4DvUxq19bxGE-eQxbq3kMuoDNwO-6j_n29o/s1600-h/P1012092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIi9Ka-osAj0WRHh_5zu-NfaKQeXeYg8lgLoxA4jPxj7yyReRSYmyr4X_JxCd7iENG_SKpTSkbFvQWGYhpW_YVHdl_QRGeHuhRI1mCI1ga4DvUxq19bxGE-eQxbq3kMuoDNwO-6j_n29o/s400/P1012092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332171417456927090" border="0" /><blockquote></blockquote></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><blockquote></blockquote><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baked eggs<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span>Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Set your ramekins on a cookie sheet--one for each egg, so do as many as you think you'll eat. (I eat one and the baby's leftovers; W. likes two.) Put a thin pat of butter and a splash of cream into each.<br /><br />Add a bit of thinly sliced radish leaves. Break one egg into each dish. Sprinkle with thinly sliced onion or garlic scapes, grated Parmesan cheese, salt, and pepper.<br /><br />Bake until whites are set and yolks are still runny, 10-15 minutes.</blockquote><br />You will have to figure out the timing particular to your oven and your egg preferences. I'm a bit fussy about this. I hate runny whites and hard yolks. W. has been very patient with me and has found a sweet spot at about 13 minutes.<br /><br />This is one of those recipes that can be endlessly varied. Just an egg and some butter and whatever bits of deliciousness you have lying around: spinach, proscuitto, tomatoes, feta...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-80155897918839768722009-05-04T20:15:00.000-07:002009-05-05T16:39:36.083-07:00When I'm not in the kitchen...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5VuYq3p0lsIQC1ZGQzfMSf9lqAsKjAHriv3pN38moVQDY67xARrcGTKdKdqSg5egUEKyN7O_THXMoLgAGx3-UTeoJXi09-7cGZ4x7MaYdnfzpFjCic9rtZtnbqEFOp6P8BD4gJiYLRA/s1600-h/P1012029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5VuYq3p0lsIQC1ZGQzfMSf9lqAsKjAHriv3pN38moVQDY67xARrcGTKdKdqSg5egUEKyN7O_THXMoLgAGx3-UTeoJXi09-7cGZ4x7MaYdnfzpFjCic9rtZtnbqEFOp6P8BD4gJiYLRA/s400/P1012029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332173586456210738" border="0" /></a><br />I used to spend my time reading, but now I’m teaching myself to sew—a process my mom started oh, about 30 years ago, when I was too much a perfectionist to deal. Crooked seams didn’t seem far off from end of world back then.<br /><br />In fact, it took having a child to realize that the process is the point. And that I’ll never, ever be perfect.<br /><br />Nothing like a colicky infant to hammer that home.<br /><br />So lately, the 1943 Singer and I have been collaborating on outdoor curtains with buttons along the hems, a reupholstered chair rescued on the San Clemente trash day a decade ago, the famous Amy Butler <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2007/11/favorite-things.html">lounge</a> <a href="http://saltandchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-more-sewing.html">pants</a>…Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-84302706866928554122009-04-18T13:49:00.000-07:002009-04-22T10:24:17.355-07:00The vegetarian side of things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0GFVHC-UsGK-QdNoh_0yi-ha1DoxvDzFBqM39mQ5JcamVLgbIh4kgLL622dgp7d9BIaDmSk4kJ7kQPfNuse2Us7ARYmgoikRyz1NlHOYeW1c4H1F8oo5mzOX6eXEEqv316HzkkP3jmA/s1600-h/P1011930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0GFVHC-UsGK-QdNoh_0yi-ha1DoxvDzFBqM39mQ5JcamVLgbIh4kgLL622dgp7d9BIaDmSk4kJ7kQPfNuse2Us7ARYmgoikRyz1NlHOYeW1c4H1F8oo5mzOX6eXEEqv316HzkkP3jmA/s400/P1011930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326137331601306418" border="0" /></a><br />I know it seems like it's all meat all the time around here. It's not.<br /><br />I get these fabulous whole chickens and ducks or a pound of ground pork or goat steaks or other meat once a week from our half share in a meat CSA, but that's pretty much it. With the exception of a bit of salami or bacon.<br /><br />We choose to go for the high-quality meat—and happily pay extra for it—and eat less of it overall. Cheaper, healthier, faster.<br /><br />But the meat gets a lot of play on the blog. It just seems more exciting. These are the meals I have to plan for, look up recipes for. The bean/tofu/veggie stuff? Easy. Comfortable. Delicious.<br /><br />Boring?<br /><br />Can anyone benefit from knowing that we ate cheese and crackers for dinner the other night? On the patio, without plates?<br /><br />Even a salad seemed too labor intensive. I brought out the salad spinner and a bowl of olive oil, vinegar, and salt and we dipped our token greens. (This is actually a fantastic way to get a two year old to eat salad. Try it. You can thank me later.)<br /><br />And a lot of our meals are based on a giant pot of beans. Mary Beth of Salt and Chocolate found making a pot of beans and mess of grain each weekend <a href="http://saltandchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-thoughts-on-vegan-thing.html">too labor intensive</a>. I agree, if you're doing this for lunches only. Around here, work lunches are leftovers or peanut butter sandwiches. Period.<br /><br />But I make this pot of beans for three meals and subsequent lunches. Streamlined indeed.<br /><br />A chickpea week could look like this.<br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday night</span>: Dump a lot of beans in Crockpot with water to cover generously. Soak.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday morning</span>: Drain beans. Rinse. Put back in Crockpot with bay leaf, dried red chile pepper, smashed garlic clove, a halved onion, plenty salt and pepper. (The picture above shows sliced onion. That's just because we had leftover sliced onion from making pizza the night before.) Turn on low and cook until someone gets home.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday night</span>: Salad and bread dinner with lettuce and whatever CSA vegetables/cheese/nuts are in the fridge. This week was blue cheese, radishes, onion scapes, and edible flower mix. Past combos have included black beans, avocados, and Swiss cheese or white beans, marinated artichokes, boiled potatoes, canned tuna, and onion.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday lunch</span>: Another salad with leftovers from Monday dinner. Olive oil and vinegar dressing carried separately in a small Mason jar to avoid sog.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday night</span>: My fast, off-the-cuff <a href="http://occasionallyedible.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-solitary-spaghetti.html">pasta</a> with chickpeas and greens.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday lunch</span>: Leftover pasta.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday night</span>: Channa masala (chickpeas warmed again with onion, water, and a spice powder I get from our farmer's market). Bottled chutney and Trader Joe's naan. Raita made with yogurt, cucumber, salt, pepper, and a bit of crushed garlic.<br /></blockquote>If there are any beans left, they go into the freezer in plastic freezer bags. I don't overfill the bags, just put in enough beans for one meal and some cooking liquid. I tip the bags over slowly while still open to release any air and seal the zip locks when the bags are flat on the counter and empty of air. Then I put the bags on cookie sheets in the freezer to make flat, easy-to-stack rectangles. Does this make any sense? I don't have a photo, but it's such a great way to store liquids in the freezer...Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-44789719478675111982009-04-09T20:14:00.000-07:002009-04-09T20:36:40.882-07:00Sausage carbonara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNZ1Dxy4SYMHpEFPdp5zlhbcOlcW-7R2LUo8DJDB_CPUycLDDmyq0FSZ29Q9ge4srlSe4RpIdkZQLHt2IBgV99GPhz-WwJpJzwio2ESmiIagL6zSlrYPfJXszKf9UcPO5uxNE6Y4Dg0BR/s1600-h/P1011970.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNZ1Dxy4SYMHpEFPdp5zlhbcOlcW-7R2LUo8DJDB_CPUycLDDmyq0FSZ29Q9ge4srlSe4RpIdkZQLHt2IBgV99GPhz-WwJpJzwio2ESmiIagL6zSlrYPfJXszKf9UcPO5uxNE6Y4Dg0BR/s400/P1011970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148665446054322" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://occasionallyedible.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-fat-please-homemade-sausage.html">Homemade sausage</a> from CSA ground pork. Braising greens. A dozen eggs fresh from the neighbors' hens. An insatiable craving for pasta. A drizzly spring evening. Perfect.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sausage Carbonara</span><br /><br />1 T. butter<br />1 T. olive oil<br />1 half large onion, finely chopped<br />2 cloves garlic, sliced<br />1 bay leaf<br />dried red pepper flakes to taste<br />1/2 pound Italian sausage<br />1 bundle mustard greens, sliced into ribbons (or braising mix or chard or any dark green leafy)<br />1/2 c. white wine<br />4 eggs, lightly beaten<br />a couple sprigs Italian parsley, chopped<br />1/4 c. grated Parmesean<br />1 pound pasta (we used farfalle)<br /><br />Throw butter, olive oil, onion, garlic, bay leaves, and red pepper into large saute pan over medium-low heat. Cook until onion has softened, about 10 minutes.<br /><br />Raise heat to medium and add sausage. Cook until no longer pink, breaking into pieces.<br /><br />Add greens and cook until wilted.<br /><br />Add wine and simmer until thickened a bit, about 15 minutes.<br /><br />While the sauce thickens, stir eggs, cheese, and parsley together in a bowl with a bit of salt and pepper. Put pasta on to boil.<br /><br />When pasta is done, drain and add to saute pan with onion mixture. Remove from heat and quickly add eggs, stirring to coat pasta with a creamy sauce. If it looks too raw, pop back over the flame for a second, but don't dry your meal out. Then you'll have scrambled eggs with pasta--ick!<br /><br />Serve right away with more cheese on top.<br /><br />Note: For this meal, I sauteed our mustard greens separately in a little olive oil and salt and used them to top the grownups' pasta. The bitter taste contrasts amazingly with the creamy carbonara, if you like that kind of thing. The two-year-old doesn't. She got to try a bit of bitter greens, but ate her pasta without them. Spinach, chard, or a braising mix is more kid-friendly.</blockquote>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272057913605238085.post-89726611202209496342009-04-01T19:59:00.000-07:002009-04-03T12:59:25.282-07:00Mustard pork chops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSb89Fp6wbIcuuyBkLZ2pSSLZFIZ_aDrVt6W1mDXTwLNIwsMBI2av_tl4o4RON5M3DsOIu2Hsr1JFSvRQNdG86pOrTjE4YCWdYeVu7EHDkg2cuNUnUqzK1R6XkdoITVN1JdwQ_NlZGo8/s1600-h/P1011947.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSb89Fp6wbIcuuyBkLZ2pSSLZFIZ_aDrVt6W1mDXTwLNIwsMBI2av_tl4o4RON5M3DsOIu2Hsr1JFSvRQNdG86pOrTjE4YCWdYeVu7EHDkg2cuNUnUqzK1R6XkdoITVN1JdwQ_NlZGo8/s400/P1011947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319923465894291010" border="0" /></a><br />This kind of creamy, saucy meal seems like it belongs to late fall.<br /><br />But a quickly fried pork chop in a rich pan sauce is perfect at the end of a cold spring day spent flying kites and picnicking in the thin sunshine.<br /><br />Especially accompanied by a salad of thinly sliced fennel and tender greens dressed in olive oil, lemon juice, salt, and pepper.<br /><br />I used a recipe from Nigella Lawson's <span style="font-style: italic;">Nigella Express</span>. It's a book I love to read but don't cook from that often. Although the recipes are fabulously quick, they are expensive to make--calling for things like garlic-infused oil and mixed bean salad and red current jelly and boneless cuts of meat.<br /><br />This stuff always requires a special trip to the store.<br /><br />But this recipe is totally worth the purchase of a bottle of hard cider.<br /><br />It calls for whole-grain mustard. We only had a German yellow. Nigella says to bash boneless chops thinner. We used thick bone-in chops. It was still awesome.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mustard Pork Chops </span>(adapted from Nigella Lawson)<br /><br />3 pork chops<br />2 teaspoons garlic oil<br />1/2 cup hard apple cider<br />1 T. Dijon, whole-grain, German, or other mustard (not American yellow)<br />1/3 cup heavy cream<br /><br />Dry chops. Sprinkle on both sides with salt and pepper. Set your dinner plates on the stove to warm up next to you while you cook.<br /><br />Heat oil in saute pan over medium high heat. Cook the pork chops until just done through, flipping once, about 6-7 minutes a side for thickish chops. Put on plate to rest.<br /><br />Pour cider in pan and stir over heat, scraping up browned bits for a minute or two. Stir in mustard and cream. Add any juices that have leaked from your chops onto the plate.<br /><br />Cook sauce a few minutes to thicken slightly. Plate chops and pour sauce over.<br /><br />Serve with gnocchi or rice or something starchy to sop up sauce.</blockquote><br /></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15053755862449846355noreply@blogger.com2