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Fri 12 Feb 2010
Can we talk for a moment about the irresistible scent that apples and cinnamon drape across a kitchen as they cook together? It’s unbeatable. The sweet, tart brightness of a good apple and the nose-tingling cha-cha-cha of potent cinnamon cradle each other carefully, gently. I can understand why Glade and its ilk are constantly trying to make scents that go by the name apples and cinnamon, though we all know they are, in fact, kidding themselves.
I used to make myself the most ridiculously pared-down versions of an apple crisp as afternoon snacks in law school. No measuring, just a heap of apple slices, oatmeal, brown sugar, cinnamon and butter in a little dish in the microwave. It’s especially silly for me to call them apple crisps, because there was nothing crisp about them. Just sweet, soggy oats and squishy apples. Apple soggies. But the smell, oh, the smell. Once, when my apartment was being shown to a prospective tenant for the following year, I managed to time one of these little bowls to come out of the microwave just as the landlord was knocking on the door. The prospective tenant ended up not taking the apartment, but I think she seriously contemplated asking if she could come back for a snack the next day.
My little apple soggies weren’t perfect, but they fit a special kind of dessert bill. They were quick, delicious, and brought a minimal assault against any ideas I might have had about eating healthfully. Since then, I have graduated to the glorious realm of the diminutive apple brown betty. I love their simplicity. Nothing too fancy or trussed up, just lightly seasoned apples in a crisp, buttery crust. You can take them from pantry to oven in less than 15 minutes (depending on your apple peeling skills). Best of all, they will fill your kitchen and any adjoining rooms with that tremendous apple cinnamon scent. Use your best cinnamon, a few good apples, and you’ll be in business.
(Keep reading Baby Brown Bettys…)
Tue 3 Nov 2009
October was a powerful month. It managed to pull the perpetually sunny southern California into semi-submission to its wiles. During our 12-day visit to the east coast in the middle of the month, something here changed. Upon our return, it was as though a switch had been flipped. Suddenly it was dark for the first four snooze cycles of my alarm clock. My drive home was cloaked in navy velveteen, the sky betraying its last few gasps of mauve behind inky silhouettes of palm trees that keep watch over Sunset Boulevard. Though warm and golden during the day, dawn and dusk decidedly fell prey to the seductive, autumnal call of October.
I can’t blame them. Even in temperate zones, fall is cotton-clad warmth. Fall is cozy. Fall is a gilded, tender embrace before the year tumbles swiftly and rambunctiously into oblivion. However fleeting it may be, fall is a lovely time of year.
As I bid adieu to summer’s berry-laden bounty each year, I am quickly comforted by the sweet, earthy delights of squash and wintry greens. Enter kale, and its acerbic wit. Growing up, I enjoyed heaps of kale in a delicate beef stew, speckled at the last minute with a beaten egg. Its stiffly leafed fortitude is no match for heat; no matter how many leaves you add to the stew, it always seems to accommodate them.
Though I had planned to braise a bunch of kale with cauliflower and beans last week, I couldn’t resist tossing a few leaves into a blistering hot pan with garlic and the last ears of the summer’s sweet corn. I made this for myself one night when I was home alone, fully intending it to complement some leftover chicken but never making it that far. The back-arching tang of the lemon joins with a bit of sea salt to goad the vegetables into asskicking mode. Pay attention, they seem to say, this is going to knock your socks off. Hang on tight and keep another pair of socks handy; November is here, and it isn’t messing around, either.
(Keep reading Kale and Sweet Corn…)
Fri 18 Sep 2009
Posted by Bria under Main Dishes
As I have mentioned, we’ve been enjoying Shabbat dinners on a regular basis. Jewish or not, I think everyone should give the Shabbat dinner concept a go. You don’t have to light candles or say prayers, just try on the meal for size. It doesn’t have to be Friday, either, though I think the tandem formality and comfort of the meal creates a beautiful bookend to a hectic work week. Set a table. Pour some wine. Turn off the television and the phones. Enjoy the company of another person. Prepare something delicious and savor each bite. If you want to learn how to eat, how to really enjoy food, this is a good place to start.
Last Friday, we had lamb chops with our challah and wine. John threw together one of his beautiful chopped salads and we were set for a fine meal. Though we both intended to do more work after dinner, somehow the soft glow of the Shabbat candles made it impossible to abandon the remainder of the challah. So we sat there, making our way through a bottle of wine and the rest of the bread, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. You couldn’t plan a more perfect evening if you tried.
Though it was the challah that kept us at the table for over an hour, the lamb shone brilliantly in its own right. Lamb is a lovely addition to your regular meat routine. I’ve been delighted to find packages of 8-10 beautiful little chops at Costco in recent weeks. You can also usually find them at the meat counter in your regular grocery store. Plan to serve between 3 and 5 chops per person as there is typically a smallish teardrop of meat on each bone.
I like my lamb to be simple and very rare so that the wild, rowdy flavor comes through without a lot of interference. This sauce is a basic ratio that will handle 8 small chops – adjust up or down as needed. Note that although the chops will be fully coated in the sauce in the beginning, much of it will cook away. Fear not, the blissful melody of the mustard and olive oil will still sing out in every bite, especially the bite you follow with a final morsel of challah.
(Keep reading Mustard-Glazed Lamb Chops…)
Mon 3 Aug 2009
Oh lovelies. It feels like it’s been a while, probably because it has. I was out of town for several days this past week, working like a madwoman on a case. Though the work was kind of exciting and allowed me to keep the most delightful company all week, I was very glad to come home – to my own bed, my house, my sweet husband, my cats, and my kitchen.
I wrote up this recipe before I left but didn’t have time to post while I was on the road. This is a perfect dinner for a night when you come home late, weary from the day but with a ravenous belly. It’s quick, satisfying, and falls squarely in that tiny space in my mind where I turn when I say “it’s either this or chips and salsa.” Bear with me, friends, and more regular posts will resume soon. In the meantime, go bake some bread!
(Keep reading Skillet Potatoes with Chickpeas and Salsa Verde…)
Sat 25 Jul 2009
Do you know what I have spent the past several weeks doing? I mean, aside from working and traveling and playing with my iPhone. I have been dealing with the fact that the dumbest of our three cats (which, really, is a dubious distinction) has a new-found and insatiable attraction to all power cords. As in, he wants to chew through them.
In some ways, this discovery has been a relief. I now know that I wasn’t crazy to think that the phone on my nightstand was just plain dead. Only instead of the rigor that eventually seizes all things with rechargeable batteries, this was the kind of deadness that comes when someone chews clean through the phone line to its base. Same for the keyboard on my desk. And the Kindle charger. Make that two Kindle chargers.
We have sprayed everything with Bitter Apple. We have replaced some cords and patched others with electrical tape. And we have embarked on an extended campaign of terror with respect to Charlie and these damned cords. The goal is to get him to think that cords are bad and scary and yucky and not interesting to chew. Sometimes, this campaign involves spraying him with water. Sometimes it involves waving a cord around and yelling in a menacing way. Sometimes it involves bringing him near a cord he has just chewed and smacking the cord whilst shouting BAD BAD BAD BAD. And sometimes – like, say, this afternoon – it involves all of the above.
He’s a fundamentally sweet cat, and he’s impossibly cute (see above - the perpetrator at rest), so it’s hard to stay mad at him. I would just appreciate it if he could postpone indefinitely his efforts towards a self-induced electrocution so I could spend more of my scarce free time in the kitchen and less of it crawling around spraying all of our cords with foul-tasting substances. (If you ever think you don’t have much in the way of electronics in your home, try coating the length of every cord with something wet and messy – you will be amazed).
One of the things I try to do with this site is provide a real-world glimpse into one approach to balancing a hairy schedule with a pattern of regular cooking. And it is, indeed, a pattern. A habit, even. I’ve become so entrenched in my preference for cooking dinner at home that I gravitate toward my kitchen even on nights when dinner doesn’t show up on the radar until after 9. Of course, I’m human and not a cooking automaton. Sometimes I’m just plain tired and hungry. Sometimes I need dinner to come together in a matter of minutes. And sometimes I need it to be an act of mixing rather than actual cooking.
Here is a trio of salads that, when put together as an ensemble, make a truly lovely dinner with absolutely minimal effort. Everything here, save the produce, are pantry/fridge staples in our house. If they aren’t staples in your kitchen, they should be. The first recipe comes from the lovely Molly Wizenberg of Orangette. The second is a variation on that theme. The third is a bit of a grownup’s approach to the mayonnaise-and-pickle-relish tuna salad we all know and love. The quantities here will handsomely feed two ravenous adults, or four with more demure appetites. All of it can be easily doubled, as well as tweaked and augmented to suit your taste. Think of these recipes as guidelines rather than strict prescriptions.
(Keep reading A Trio of Salads…)
Thu 16 Jul 2009
Oh dear. I have become a woman who carries a pile of gadgets wherever I go. It started innocently enough – a small cell phone. Then an iPod. Then a Blackberry. Then a Kindle. Then the cell phone died. Then I got an iPhone.
People, I have a phone that farts on command. Sixteen different ways. I’m not sure if this is a sign that we, as a society, have reached a cultural and technological zenith, or if the other three horsemen are going to be pulling up soon, but it pretty much blows my mind either way.
As I type this, I’m sitting on a plane home a quick work trip to Chicago’s strip mall-dotted suburbs with a laptop on the tray table and a bag at my feet full of the aforementioned cadre of gadgets. How is it possible that I have become a person who travels with four different power cords? Heaven forbid one of these things should run out of juice (really, it happened last week during another even shorter trip, and it kind of sucked). If nothing else, the many feet of cords that fill the bottom of my suitcase would have made it possible for me to rappel from the 11th floor of the Hyatt Lisle should the need have arisen. A sort of modern-day Rapunzel. After all, it’s good to have contingency plans.
It doesn’t seem like too terribly long ago that all I had was a cell phone. A cell phone that did one thing: make calls. It was years before I had a phone with a camera, which I used for nothing other than filling its memory card several times over with candid shots of the cats (Max in a box, Max next to a box, Max thinking about a box, Phoebe eyeing Max in a box with a glint of her trademark evil in her eye, etc.). I eventually started work and received a Blackberry, the life force that sustains every modern attorney. It was equipped with an even better camera, which afforded me the opportunity to take more completely inane cat pictures. One day, however, the world turned on its axis when I found myself in line at Starbucks, realizing this Blackberry had been placed in my hands for the sole purpose of being able to discretely photograph the breast cancer awareness ribbon the Starbucks employees had made by taping packets of Sweet N’ Low to the backsplash behind the barista. That was technology at its finest.
It went downhill from there. Forget an actress’s name while driving to Costco? Google it from the Blackberry. Need a makeshift flashlight to find a misplaced set of keys in the early morning without waking up a sleeping spouse? Turn on any one of the backlit screens and let its anemic glow light the way. And the capacity, oh, the capacity. Between an iPod and a Kindle, there’s enough capacity to fill even the longest, worst airport layover with thousands of diversions.
And then there’s the iPhone, which puts the rest of these things to shame. The same little wad of metal and plastic that cheerfully woke me up on cue this morning (at the unholy hour of 4:45 pacific time) kept me entertained with a dozen games as I waited standby for my flight home (three times) and will help me pick a traffic-free route home from the airport. It’s amazing, really. And a little exhausting when I think back to the days when my purse held only a tiny wallet, a tube of lipstick, and that first single-purpose cell phone.
Sometimes, a little simplicity is a welcome refuge from the complexities we heap upon our lives with such abandon. Or maybe I’m easily amused by things like fried capers.
After seeing fried capers mentioned three or four times in the course of a weekend, I really had to try them. Wow. Just…wow. When introduced to a skillet of shimmering olive oil, they bloom. Literally. They open up into tiny florets as they brown. Briny and crisp, they are delicious by themselves and stunning alongside something equally simple like garlicky shrimp. For kicks, I’ve added fried garlic to the mix here, but you can mix and match the garlic and capers as you please. My garlic was a fantastically weird and wonderful smoked variety – almost a garlic pickle – but plain raw garlic works just as well.
As I’ve mentioned before, I keep bags of flash frozen shrimp from Costco on hand for dishes like this. They thaw in a few minutes in cold water. Once that’s covered, you can bang this whole dish out in about 15 minutes. Marinate the shrimp for a few hours in a bowl in the fridge if you feel like it, or let them have a quick nap in the oil and lemon juice while you fry your capers. Both will be lovely, and refreshingly simple.
(Keep reading Simple Shrimp with Capers and Garlic…)
Fri 19 Jun 2009
When I left college after my sophomore year, hoping the impending summer would bring news that one of my transfer applications had been accepted elsewhere, I made a list of things I would miss about Tiny Women’s College On the East Coast (TWCOEC). It was a short list, hence the transfer applications.
The list was so short that I could barely believe it had been so hard to decide to leave TWCOEC. After all those nights staring out my window, wondering whether I was making the right choice, shouldn’t it have been a little harder to leave? In later years, I would come to realize that my hesitation in pulling the trigger had less to do with my feelings about TWCOEC and more to do with the fact that I was, in a way, admitting to colossal failure. After all, this was the school I had most wanted to attend. I had been so sure…sure enough that I didn’t apply anywhere else. I was accepted early decision in December of my senior year of high school. A few essays, an interview, and just like that, it was done.
Like so many things, it seemed like a good idea at the time. More than a decade later, I can say that it actually was.
But back to that list. One of the things I knew I would miss most was my job. I’ll talk about it more fully another day, but I really loved working at the campus bed and breakfast. I waited tables, bartended, manned (womanned?) the front desk, and worked as a prep cook in the kitchen. Most of my knife skills and menu-planning abilities were developed there. My cooking today is the product of many influences, but the experiences I had in that kitchen were truly formative.
Among the other things on the list is a particular presentation of mussels at Marbles, one of the only mildly upscale restaurants in TWCOEC’s tiny town. Their preparation was nothing special – just steamed with a little garlic. But then, before being plated, they were transferred to an herbed broth that was ever-so-gently kissed with tomatoes. The result was heavenly. It was by far the nicest thing you could order at any restaurant within walking distance of campus, and I had it every time I went. The food in TWCOEC’s dining halls was unpredictable, the awkward result of an attempt to meet the many dietary requests you would expect to find on a campus of 1200 highly privileged young women – vegan, vegetarian, low-fat, high protein, and fruitarian. The old adage about the disastrous results that come from too many cooks in the kitchen doesn’t even begin to contemplate the horrors from attempting to satisfy too many palates at the table.
But sitting at Marbles, with a trail of that glorious broth dribbling down my wrist as I slurped the mussels from their shells, I may as well have been hundreds of miles away. Of the few details from that time that I chose to remember vividly, that broth leads the list. Over the past few weeks, recreated it for myself to enjoy with scallops, one of my favorite quick proteins. Scallops cook fast, taste great, and are incredibly low in calories and fat. I keep a bag of flash-frozen sea scallops from Costco on hand, quickly defrosting what I need in a bowl of cool water before searing them in the pan.
The proportions here are for one serving – John is working on a case that has gone to trial, so his evenings are spent at the office reviewing materials for the days to come and I’ve become somewhat of a trial widow. Double this recipe if your table is set for two; smack your lips and grin about how well you’re eating if you enjoy it solo, as written.
(Keep reading Scallops with Herbs and Tomatoes…)
Thu 4 Jun 2009
My neighborhood smells like perfume. Though my schedule over the past few weeks has been somewhat chaotic (it may not surprise you to know that the bankruptcy world is a little…what’s the word…busy these days), I cannot resist pausing on the landing on the way out the door each morning to inhale the crisp, damp air. Laden with moisture from the previous night and the impending threat of the week’s summer storms, it burgeons with the heady presence of jasmine, roses, and lemon verbena. Dewy brush and grass begin to warm in the morning sun and the scent reminds me of an old campground, even though we are in the middle of a gargantuan city. The Hollywood hills are strange this way – a wild island in the midst of a sea of concrete. Despite the messy realities of my upcoming day, in those moments the scented air makes the world seem perfect.
Eventually, those realities catch up with me. My job, like so many others, can be unpredictable from week to week. It’s not uncommon for me to interrupt a nice leave-by-6:30 streak with two weeks of complete crazy, only to return to relative calm once again. During those busy times, it’s critical for me to keep things on hand that can easily be thrown together into real food. This week, a few simple ingredients – polenta, Italian sausage, and tomato sauce – have made for a few fast and delicious dinners that I’d love to share with you.
This is one of my lightning-fast recipes. It’s so incredibly simple, I almost hate to call it cooking - it feels more like ingredient assembly to me (though, really, you can say that about all cooking if you take a big enough step back). Consider this one of those baby steps between picking up takeout and cooking something complex. I set a timer last night to see just how long this takes. It seems fast, but my sense of time is roughly as accurate as a terrier’s, so some objective verification was necessary. From opening the fridge to plating the finished food, I clocked this in at around 9 minutes, and that included the sliced polenta modeling session on my cutting board. Four ingredients, two pans, less than 10 minutes. Wowza.
If you aren’t familiar with polenta, my lovelies, you should be. I cheat and buy the precooked kind. You can easily make your own, though it can be a little time-consuming. Precooked polenta typically comes in either a roll or a loaf (both called a chub). I like the roll because it slices into disks very easily. You can usually find it near the salami/pepperoni in the grocery store. Made of corn, polenta is a hearty, delicious alternative to pasta (and delightfully wheat-free for our gluten-avoiding friends). Though delicious in savory dishes, as I suggest here, it also makes a wonderful addition to the breakfast table. Sauté and top with maple syrup for rib-sticking, corn-based goodness.
(Keep reading Polenta with Tomatoes and Italian Sausage…)
Wed 27 May 2009
I confess that I do not always feel extremely excited about cooking when I get home late. But late or not, I’m usually excited about eating. I always keep some kind of pasta – fresh or dried – on hand because it makes a fast, filling meal in a pinch (and, to be fair, my dad’s family is Italian and I will always think of pasta as comfort food). There are more or less 15 minutes built in to every pasta preparation, between readying the water and cooking the pasta itself. Recently, I started marking the prep time for other parts of the meal in relation to the time it takes the pasta to cook. That is, I know I’ve got something really fast in my sights when I can safely say “you can make [whatever it is] before the pasta it goes with has had a chance to cook!”
You can make this artichoke pesto before the pasta it goes with has had a chance to cook! See? Neat.
Honest to goodness, I threw together this little saucey wonder a few weeks ago after getting home sometime north of 9 p.m., weary and belly a’growling. It was absolutely delicious, especially when garnished with a few sliced campari tomatoes. Artichoke recipes generally garner favor with me, but this one brings something special to the table (oh, ouch, that one even hurts to type).
Kindly note, this type of pesto is not cooked or heated before it is added to the pasta. The residual heat from the noodles will warm it up just fine. I suppose, if you want to get technical, this isn’t so much cooking as mixing.
On the mixing – you will notice that I recommend a food processor. After owning one for a few years, I must say that it’s one of two kitchen electrics I deem critical to a well-functioning kitchen (the other being some form of electric mixer). There are many, many things, this sauce included, that you can throw together with the most minimal effort if you can get your hands on a food processor. Honestly, there are things I make now that I never bothered with in my pre-food processor days because they are simply too much trouble. Anything that involves cutting fat into flour (biscuits, pastry dough, pie crust, etc.) is a great example – takes several minutes by hand versus a few seconds by processor. I have a fantastic 7-cup model by Cuisinart, which I think is worth every penny (currently $99.95 at Amazon), and there are even less expensive models out there. Hands down, it’s the kitchen electric I use most.
In addition to pasta, this sauce tastes fantastic on toasted artisan bread or crackers. I also pulled off a lovely cold salad for lunch one day by mixing a few heaping spoonfuls of the pesto into a can of tuna and topping with avocados and tomatoes. The brightness of the artichoke and the tang of the lemon-garlic flavors complemented the tuna nicely.
(Keep reading Easy Artichoke Pesto…)