First gift is extravagant. It was a complete and total surprise, but it was even more perfect because of that. If you didn't know before, you'll know after you read this post that I'm a bit of a food geek.
Monday, December 28, 2009
The most amazing Christmas presents...
First gift is extravagant. It was a complete and total surprise, but it was even more perfect because of that. If you didn't know before, you'll know after you read this post that I'm a bit of a food geek.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Christmas again....
It was hard to decide what to make. I've done toffee, cinnamon rolls, cookies. It seems that, by the time I get to someone's front door with an unexpected treat, they are already "sugared out," as my Mother would have said. Too many treats, too may days in a row...
So this year is a riff on what I did last year. I was snowed in for about a week last year and decided to make cardamom bread for everyone. In several cases, I was the first person to the front door in days - wading through the hip deep drifts with a hot loaf of fragrant bread held high over my head.
Last Sunday on the way home from church, I decided that the perfect accompaniment to cardamom bread would be spiced pear butter (which I've never made). I stopped by the local produce place and scored a huge box of sunburned pears for just a few bucks. I canned half the box and made pear butter with a quarter of it. My husband is VERY happy with the results of my canning.
We tested the first loaf of bread to make sure it was good enough to give. Check. Three loaves later, I was gingerly walking down our icy street to deliver our gifts and decided that the new neighbors would be among the first I visited.
They moved in a few weeks ago. I could have stopped to say hi when they were moving in, but I didn't. Why? I don't know - I just didn't stop. However, I did make my way over there this evening, only to meet a charming young family with the most beautiful baby (and another on the way).
Having kids on the street has been one of its greatest charms for me. Other than a brief stint as foster parents, we've never been able to have our own children. It's good to have a baby in the neighborhood again. God bless you, little Liam. And I'm glad to be baking bread for the neighbors again. Christmas is a gift.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Grilled Cheese Heaven on earth
What a day. We meandered about town, looking for the perfect sink and faucet for the downstairs powder room remodel (that’s another blog post altogether). Since we were in the neighborhood, we visited An Xuyen Bakery. They make the most beautiful breads and pastries. This is not the artisan baking that I’m working on myself – everything there has a very fine crumb and is the result of a fusion of Vietnamese, Chinese and French baking traditions. They do very fine coconut buns, called Banh Dua, and a heavenly pastry-type arrangement called a Sesame Ball. Sorry there’s no picture – the one we purchased got eaten before I could get the camera out (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it). It’s a perfectly round pastry, slightly smaller than a baseball, with a ball of mung bean paste with coconut tucked inside like a little surprise. Sublime.
We’d heard about a place called the Rebuilding Center, so we went and checked that out. It’s extremely cool, if you’re a fearless creative with carpentry skills. I can only muster one of those attributes, but I enjoyed visiting, anyway. The Rebuilding Center just happens to be located on Mississippi Avenue – a very fun and trendy little neighborhood with uber-hip shops and restaurants, such as…
The Meadow – Insane variety of finishing salts and the most beautiful flowers I’ve seen in one shop for a long time. Hard to figure how it all goes together, but when I paid $8 for two little squares of house salted chocolate, I figured out their business plan. If you are looking for Himalayan pink salt, this would be a good place to go.
Por Que No – The cutest little streetside cafe with what looked like true Mexican food. I love Latin flavors, and it smelled like fire, garlic, and peppers out in front of this restaurant. We didn’t eat there, but I will be back to find out if they double-wrap their tacos.
And if they don’t, they should.
We ended up driving down Alberta St., but ran into a road block set up for the Alberta Street Fair. It looked like things were winding down; and we weren’t in the mood. However, in the process of turning around, we decided to stop and try the Grill Cheese Grill – a food cart shoved into a converted Streamliner trailer and all hopped up on some sort of cheesy steroids.
It’s a happy place. Lots of families with little kids stopping for dinner and that sort of thing. There’s a re-purposed school bus that has tables inside; and picnic tables underneath colorful canvas umbrellas outside. We ordered and chose a spotless picnic table, listening to Queen’s “Bicycle” (how long since you’ve heard THAT song?) and watching people while we waited. A few minutes later, I picked up the order, we said grace and started to eat.
Wow. WOW! Yuuuuummmm. It was hard to stop and take a picture (note the large bites taken out of both sandwiches).
Pesto, mozzarella, fresh tomatoes on Parmesan bread. And when I say Parmesan bread, I mean some sort of Parmesan-crusted bread with a wicked good crunch. With tart, summer-perfect tomatoes paired with a beautifully robust pesto and the melted cheese it was sublime.
Mr. Stoic chose the BABS Melt; a savory mixture of Swiss and blue cheeses, apples and bacon. Seeing this described on the menu did not move me. I was entirely prepared for it to be strange and not at all good. But, like many things in life, when I bit into the sandwich, I realized that good people everywhere love tasty food. I should trust people more. It was worth it tonight. Though I ate seasonally (which I’m focused more on these days), I still think that Mr. Stoic won the battle tonight.
Food, Fire and Fun
Ah, the quintessential Labor Day barbecue. What an amazing time to have friends over and just hang out. We were privileged to join some friends for such an event this evening. They recently completed construction of a circular fire pit in their back yard. It’s a beautiful, circular cobblestone patio ringed by bench-high walls – perfect for a cool evening and a bottle of wine.
That’s not what we had tonight, though. There were people everywhere and almost as many kids as adults. S’mores were on the menu, you see. The cat was let out of the bag just enough to entice RSVPs in a state so casual that most folks don’t know what that means. It worked.
Late this morning, I was thinking about our hosts’ son, who has shown some interest in cooking and baking recently. He’s a brilliant, gifted kid with amazing parents. At any rate, I was thinking, if I were Aiden, what fun thing would I want to make for this crowd. Answer? Homemade marshmallows!
They were an absolute hit. Though they were really easy to make, they provided a sophisticated little twist on the whole s’more thing. And you can’t go wrong with s’mores. I probably should have put a little whisky or rum in the marshmallows to make them a fun adult treat, but there will be plenty of time for that later. For now, I’m satisfied knowing just who at church loves marshmallows.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/cooking-live/marshmallows-recipe/index.html
Reason for comfort food
My husband – my fiercely independent and stoic husband – has been fighting an infection lately. We’re at the end of a month of hospitalizations, doctor appointments, and visits to three area emergency departments (you can tell someone who’s been in the hospital because they know to call it the ED instead of the ER). To top it off, my baby puppy (now 4 years old but you better not laugh at me) hurt himself jumping into the car yesterday. And when I say hurt, I mean screaming pain. Between Mr. Stoic and my baby, I finally fell apart yesterday.
But it’s always darkest before the dawn. I fell apart, gave all this crappy stuff back to God and asked for help with the practical details. I dropped Zaq off at the vet for a day of pampered observation (THANK YOU, Dr. Becky!), dropped Buster off at the office (YOU ARE AMAZING, Debbie!). Fought my way through lingering traffic to the huge teaching hospital to find that Mr. Stoic’s fever broke in the wee hours of the morning. Whew! He was discharged, prescriptions picked up, dogs picked up from the office and the vet. After a simple dinner, I fell into bed, exhausted. It’s strange how stress can just whip you physically.
Today is the first in a three-day weekend, which I need. It is the first day to start rebuilding Mr. Stoic and Zaq from their various medical challenges. Neither one of them are out of the woods, but I can take care of them better at home. Comfort food is definitely in order for all of us. Swedish pancakes this morning with Mr. Stoic’s Strawberry Freezer Jam were a good start. Later, I’ll make Dad’s Macaroni & Cheese. For us, it’s a step in the direction of familiarity, home, and health.
I call this "Dad's Macaroni & Cheese" not because he created the dish, but because I developed it for him. In my family, the best macaroni and cheese has a cheesy-crunchy top - not leathery as melted cheese can sometimes get - but light, crunchy and full of flavor (and layered over creamy pasta).
Dad’s Macaroni & Cheese
1 1/2 cups elbow macaroni
2 tbsp butter
2 tbsp flour
1 1/4 cups whole milk
1/4 tsp paprika (I add more)
dash of freshly-grated nutmeg
1/2 tsp freshly-ground white pepper
3 cups grated sharp cheese (I use Tillamook aged white cheddar)
generous handful of panko crumbs (a scant cup)
salt to taste
Hot sauce (Tabasco style)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Boil macaroni according to package directions and drain. You want the pasta fairly al dente since you’re going to bake it further. Meanwhile, melt butter in a medium saucepan over low heat. Blend in flour, stirring constantly. Gradually stir in milk and cream. Cook, stirring constantly, until mixture boils and thickens, about 2-3 minutes. Remove from heat and add paprika, nutmeg, pepper and 2 cups of the cheese; stir until cheese is melted. Gently stir in macaroni and adjust seasoning to taste. Place in a buttered 1-quart casserole dish.
Toss panko crumbs with remaining grated cheese. Sprinkle over the top of the macaroni & cheese. Bake 25-30 minutes or until golden brown. Let sit for 5 minutes or so after removing from the oven. Serve with hot sauce on the side. Serves 4-6 (with no leftovers).
NOTES: I double this recipe most of the time, as the leftovers are sublime. A riff on this dish is to add a little protein (this is a trick from a fine Louisiana chef). After you get the mac and cheese into the casserole dish, gently stir in one beaten egg. Add panko crumb topping and bake. This dish is a great one to send over to a friend who's just had a baby or has been sick. Bag up the panko/cheese topping separately and have them add it just before the dish goes in the oven.
Dad came to visit
My Dad came to visit last week. The last of his older brothers passed away and it was time for the memorial service. I didn't have much of a relationship with my uncle or his family when he was alive, but I learned during and after his memorial service what a great guy he was and how nice this part of the family.
I decided before he arrived that I wanted to present my Dad with the flavors of home that he might not be able to enjoy in his new home back east. Though I can get lost in the details sometimes, I was determined to stay relaxed and enjoy his visit - and I did.
Shooting high on the first meal, I made ciabatta bread to use for Torta rolls. Tortas are a Mexican sandwich - and a wonderful treat from my childhood. When I was a kid in San Diego, it seemed like Dad would find any excuse to go to Tijuana. He took cars to be worked on, bought bricks to use in landscaping the front median strip, had furniture reupholstered, hair cut, purchased tortillas by the kilo and bolillos by the dozen (at 4:00 pm, sharp). For those rare few of you who appreciate the crusty, chewy goodness that is a fresh bolillo, you know that they must be purchased when hot from the oven. Just what you need for that day and the next morning - like buying baguettes in Paris.
A torta makes use of a bolillo-like roll called Telera. It's flatter than a bolillo and usually has three sections. We supplemented the homemade ciabatta with a couple telera from a local Latin bakery. I flash-grilled ranchera de res, beef sliced so thin you can see through it, seasoned only with sea salt, cracked pepper and fresh lime juice. I chopped the meat into smaller pieces and piled it high on a platter. We assembled our own tortas at the dinner table with fresh avocado, mayonnaise (a classic torta ingredient), home-grown tomatoes, roasted jalapenos and... watercress.
Yeah, watercress. I'd planned to use rocket (arugula), which adds a spicy pepperiness to the sandwiches. Silly me, I thought I'd be able to find this vegetable at the store. I have before, so it made sense to think this ingredient would be available. Turns out the local stores now sell it in tiny packages, along with the other fresh herbs they carry (buying enough for a salad at those prices would set you WAY back). And when I say "local stores," I mean EVERY local store. I wanted rocket for my Daddy and I didn't get my way (take note as the princess stomps her virtual foot).
Watercress has a sort of radish-like tang to it. I skipped the fresh radishes I'd planned to serve on the side and stuck with the watercress. It was a judgment call I hope I don't have to make again. It worked, but just barely (and mostly because I had a friendly audience).
We had fried plantains to accompany the tortas. This is not another treat from my childhood, but something I've really enjoyed lately. Finally, we are seeing ripe plantains in local markets (yes, the same local markets that don't have arugula). I fried little mashed patties (a la Alton Brown - love ya, man!) and seasoned them lightly with sea salt. What a lovely fragrant side dish. Dad was enchanted!
Dessert is important to me, so I made a fresh peach cobbler that didn't turn out well. It's pretty hard to mess up anything with fresh peaches, so I served the best parts of the cobbler with a special huckleberry ice cream. I could tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you. Suffice it to say that the meal lived up to the company. We lingered around the table for hours. It was… well, it was unbelievably wonderful.
One more thing. I just have to share how much my Dad rocks. He introduced me to languages, foods, and a whole world that many of my suburban-safe friends never knew. I will always be grateful for the richness of those experiences - and I marvel still at how they are so foundational to who I am as an adult.