A Diva is a Female Version of a Hustler / Ottolenghi Avocado Butter

I am conflicted writing a cooking blog when what’s on my mind is how women are treated in the workplace, and writing from the kitchen seems regressive. But I suppose it’s something that brings me joy, and I find cathartic. Especially if you have Beyonce and Jay on blast.

“What’s the difference between them? What do they do?” “Are you guys sisters?” “Let me tell you how to do [my job]”.

These are a sampling of comments about me (and my boss, who happens to be female and blonde), both said to my face, and just out of earshot, from male colleagues. To the gentleman who asked if we were sisters – “are you brothers with all the other 30/40-something blue-jacket clad men in the room?” Ridiculous. No one would ask that. Ever.

What do we do? Well, we are here talking to you about a potential M&A deal – WTF team do you think we are on? I’ve known you for two years. It seems that explaining the difference between two women will be lost on you if you can’t think yourself out of the bag of “what do we do”.

Oh, you are a part of treasury, and you feel the need to educate me on the due diligence process. Yes, please, YOU tell me how to do my job. Get back in your swim lane, fucker.

Perhaps you are tired of reading the above, and I am too – but it’s part of my day to day job. And I get tired of it, and it gets me down. So this is where Ottolenghi and avocados come into play. They are my salvation, my chance to reflect, re-charge and grow stronger.

Yotam Ottolenghi is a genius. For those of you un-acquainted, he’s an Israeli-born chef who operates a few (four) amazing restaurants in the UK and a couple amazing cookbooks (Jerusalem, Plenty, Plenty More, others). His recipes can seem intimidating – a lot of herbs and spices that make you feel like you are buying all the herbs in the world when trying one of his recipes. But 1. it’s worth it, and 2. once you have them, you’re set.

Ottolenghi also publishes an article in The Guardian, which is how I found today’s delightful recipe.

Avocado butter on toast with tomato salsa

Mic drop.

Ha. So this was amazing, and has helped me find the energy to conquer the world again (Beyonce and Jay-Z had a part, too). This was super easy.

I had some changes, some which you may want to incorporate, or you can follow the recipe to a tee (try to be adventurous).

  • I couldn’t find dill at Whole Foods (can’t wait until I can Amazon Prime the shit out of my organic groceries) so I left if out.
  • I added salt (not too much, b/c later we top with delicious capers!), pepper and chili flakes to the avocado butter – you won’t be sorry.
  • Skipped the olive oil – there was plenty of fat from the butter and avocado
  • I forgot to top with cumin seeds (ok, was going to use cumin powder b/c I am a very busy lady and didn’t want to deal with toasting my own) and it was still delicious.
  • I rubbed BOTH sides of the toast with garlic. DUH.

As you can see – mine doesn’t look like the Internet’s, but I can’t be good at everything (the watch I’m wearing, I bought it).

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The butter needs to be very soft, so it blends properly with the avocado. Don’t melt it, though, because that will cause it to separate; instead, leave it at room temperature for a few hours. Serves two generously, or four as a snack.

2-3 very ripe avocados, flesh scooped out (you need about 250g in total)
80g unsalted butter, softened and cut into 2cm cubes
3 limes – finely grate the zest, then juice, to get 1½ tbsp of each
Salt and black pepper
10g tarragon leaves, finely chopped
10g dill, finely chopped
200g cherry tomatoes, cut into halves or quarters
2 tsp capers, rinsed and finely chopped
2 tbsp olive oil, plus extra to serve
4 slices sourdough bread
½ small garlic clove, peeled
¼ tsp cumin seeds, toasted and crushed

Put the avocado and butter in the small bowl of a food processor with half the lime zest, half the lime juice and half a teaspoon of salt (or use a stick blender). Blitz smooth, scraping down the sides of the bowl if need be, then transfer to a small bowl with two-thirds of the herbs. Fold in, then refrigerate for 10 minutes.

In a small bowl, mix the tomatoes, capers, remaining lime zest and juice, oil and a good grind of pepper, and set aside until needed.

Grill or toast the bread, then rub one side of each piece with the cut side of the half garlic clove. Leave the toast to cool down a little, then spread each slice with the avocado butter and top with salsa. Sprinkle on the cumin and remaining herbs, add a final grind of pepper and a drizzle of oil, and serve.

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On to the next one, someone bring me back the money please.

 

 

Beetroot & Jerusalem Artichoke Salad

Hump Day fine dining!!! I should have spent the evening getting my ass kicked at Fierce45 (Lagree method = pilates on steroids, google it), but instead, B and I took a stroll down to Pearl Street and bought a bottle of wine. Because that’s how we cook.

Since moving to Colorado I have not been super impressed with the farmer’s market scene, especially when I scroll back through photos of produce from the Union Square farmer’s market (I’m referring to NYC, in case you’re not in the know). I miss those mountains of picturesque rainbow carrots, greens and the stand with the garlic. And let’s be real, the Cherry Creek market has become a) a gathering of food trucks and b) a hassle when you need to go to Bed Bath & Beyond (only when there’s enough time). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VASzXVS9pTw

And then my dad took me flying this weekend (see below, that’s the SuperCub 5-7-Lima). One of his frequent stops is the family farm, where my Uncle John lives. Apparently, my dad buzzes my uncle (flies really low, close to his house), and by the time my dad circles the plane around and lands on the well-made dirt runway, my uncle, aunt, and their lovely puppy show up in a 4-wheeler, ready to cart your ass either to their house, or the big garden.  What lovely service, and accommodating hosts! 🙂

The big garden. I am such an idiot. I come from a long line of farmers. My uncle John still lives on the Cordes farm. For years, they have worked on this glorious garden, and my dad brings back more produce than you can shake a stick at. I felt so ashamed that I’d forgotten this wonder of nature that my family worked so hard to create. Rows of corn, peppers, potatoes, beets, green beans, herbs, carrots, cucumbers, watermelons, squash. Literally anything you could want. Jesus, pull your ass out of your head, Katie.

I have a generous family – I fly in, get to raid the garden without having put in a lick of work, load the produce into the SuperCub, and fly back to Denver.

So today I decided to use the beets I came home with. Googling Mimi Thorrison (I may have been at work when I did this), I came across the below recipe for a beetroot and Jerusalem artichoke salad.

Beetroot & Jerusalem artichoke salad

serves 4

Ingredients

2 large beetroot peeled & cooked

6 small Jerusalem artichokes (topinambours), peeled

½ head of red cabbage

2 shallots, sliced

A few sprigs of chives, finely chopped

4 slices Bigorre black pig bacon, finely sliced (alternatively, if you can’t find this variety, choose a good-quality bacon)

Olive oil

Balsamic vinegar

Coarse sea-salt & black pepper

Directions:

Slice the beetroot (peeled and cooked) into ¼ inch slices.

Place the ‘Bigorre’ bacon slices on a frying pan, pre-heated on a medium heat. Cook on both sides until crispy and golden. Set aside on kitchen paper to absorb excess fat.

Pre-cook the Jerusalem artichokes in salted boiling water and 1 teaspoon of bicarbonate of soda (a little trick I learnt to ease digestion) for 10 minutes. Drain and set aside. Slice into rondelles.

Slice the red cabbage finely and place in a bowl. Season with salt and pepper and drizzle with 1 tablespoon of olive oil and a 2-3 teaspoons of balsamic vinegar. Set aside.

Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a pan on a medium heat. Cook shallots for 3 to 4 minutes, add the Jerusalem artichoke slices and cook for a few minutes on each side until slightly golden. You want to keep them al dente. Set aside.

In the same pan, add a little bit of olive oil and gently cook the beetroot slices on both sides for 2 minutes.

Place the beetroot slices on a plate, add the Jerusalem artichokes and shallots. Scatter the red cabbage all over, sprinkle finely chopped chives and place the slice of fried ‘Noir de Bigorre’ bacon (or a lovely piece of bacon) on top. Just before serving, drizzle a few drops of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Season to taste.

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The blog post associated with this recipe is lovely – cute family living in France, going out to pick a Christmas tree, decorating it, and effortlessly sitting down to dinner.

Enter moi.

Nothing about this is hard, but the time for cooking the beets was NOT included (at least an hour), and in an effort to reduce heat and conserve dirty pans, I used the same pot to cook the beets, as well as the Jerusalem artichokes. Big mistake. Big. Huge.

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Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but it took ages to get everything ready.

Pretty ingredients with a pretty glass of Rose ❤

Look at those beautiful, Cordes-grown beets!!! YUM.

So what I loved about this recipe was that I got to use my beets, and I got to learn about Jerusalem artichokes. WHY IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER EATEN JERUSALEM ARTICHOKES?!?! As an artichoke aficionado, my mind is boggled that I have never had the joy of these babies gracing my taste buds with their presence.

That said, this was a weird salad. I really do not understand the addition of red cabbage. I’m guessing it was an attempt to balance the salad, but I think we’d be better served with the beetroot and the Jerusalem artichokes on a bed of arugula or mixed greens. So strange. Delicious, but strange. Also, I”m not sure if it was a function of the fact that I got my chives from Sprouts, but they seemed a little lost. And definitely you do not need to add more olive oil and balsamic at the end, as the recipe suggests.

Bacon, of course, is delicious on everything.

Paired with this lovely rose, and a bit of light reading #Francophile #iLoveMimi #wildwomen

Happy Hump Day lovers. xx

Summer Gazpacho

Something that has been gnawing at me lately is that since I’ve moved to Denver, I spend little to no time in the kitchen, unless it’s to open a bottle of wine, make coffee, or serve up charcuterie and cheese. Shoot. I’ve also noticed that I don’t eat very well as a result, and perhaps have an ever expanding waistline. Double shoot.

So today I resolved that this would change, that I’d set aside single girl dinners comprised of cheese and some kind of salt-cured meat or sausage (sometimes an avocado makes the cut), and start thinking about what I”m putting into my body, while at the same time taking advantage of the late summer produce (tomatoes, Palisade peaches!) that I love.

Except it’s too hot to cook.

My cute little 1926 bungalow is not so cute when the mercury rises and my swamp cooler doesn’t really cool the whole house, notably the kitchen (my bedroom, however, is delightfully cool. Does anything else really matter?). I began browsing Yotam Ottolenghi’s Plenty, which, for the uninitiated, is a beautiful collection of recipes around vegetables. Lots of choices, but many involved the oven and the stove (oh, and about one million ingredients). As I made my peace with this, and started slathering on the antiperspirant (does it make a difference if you’ve put it all over your body?), I started having visions of sitting in a plaza in Seville with my dad, as the flavors of tomato, garlic and vinegar danced across my taste buds, and flamenco music drifted in and out of hearing range.

Gazpacho. The soup you don’t have to cook and is served cold. I realize I just wrote “that you don’t have to cook”, by which I mean you don’t have to use heat to prepare, and since I’m not sitting at the Sushi Den bar waiting for jalapeno hamachi, making gazpacho still counts as cooking here, folks. It’s a good one coming out of the non-cooking gate, as all you need to do is chop up some veggies and whip out the immersion blender.

Tonight I used Mark Bittman’s recipe from How to Cook Everything. I’ve never made anything of his that is bad, but he really has only the basics; this recipe lacked complexity. To his credit, he does title the recipe “Gazpacho, Fast and Simple”.

Ingredients:

  • 2 lbs tomatoes, roughly chopped
  • 1 medium cucumber, peeled, and chopped
  • 2 or 3 slices of bread, a day or two old, crusts removed, torn into small pieces
  • 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil, plus more for garnish
  • 2 tablespoons sherry vinegar or red wine vinegar, or more to taste
  • 1 teaspoon minced garlic
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper

Instructions:

  1. Combine the tomatoes, cucumber, bread, oil vinegar, and garlic with 1 cup water (I did not add 1 cup water, it really was closer to a quarter, but this is up to your personal taste of what texture of soup you’d like) in a blender, or a bowl, if using an immersion blender. Process until desired smoothness.
  2. Taste and adjust the seasoning. Garnish with olive oil.

I prefer using some kind of peppers, but this still turned out really good, and hit the spot. I’m looking forward to the leftovers. Many people garnish with more diced tomatoes and cucumbers, in addition to the olive oil. Tonight I used a little hard boiled egg.

Another note on Bittman’s recipe – he says to serve immediately, or within a couple of hours – I think he’s crazy, the flavors intensify the longer it sits together in the fridge, it’s awesome!

 

Pasta and bean soup

One morning lying in bed I was perusing Facebook (as one does, while you delay the inevitable) and I saw a post for One-Pot Pasta e Fagioli (Italian Pasta and Bean Stew). “One Pot!” I thought to myself, “that means it’s really easy to throw together!” So after perusing the recipe and noting a hearty helping of bacon and pasta and spinach, I took a screen shot of the recipe and saved it up for a later date.

Sometime later, we had a snowstorm come through and it looked like the following day would be spent working from home. What a perfect day for soup! I pulled the little recipe I’d saved up out of my Photos album (ok, I admit it, I don’t have a special recipes album, all my photos are in one big generic album, but wouldn’t it be cool if I did? Maybe I will start one…). Skimming the recipe on the subway, I realized that I’d need to soak some cannellini beans overnight. Lucky me that I noticed this ahead of time! No seriously. I have penchant for stopping my reading of a recipe after the ingredients list.  I visited my lovely new Whole Foods at 3rd and 3rd (3rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Gowanus – the first WF in Brooklyn!) and stocked up on all the ingredients. Arriving home, I followed the directions and started soaking the beans. What an adventure! I’d never done this before! It felt so homemade and slightly rustic. A real DIY moment.

The next day arrived, and as predicted, snow kept me home. But work was busy, no time to cook soup, particularly as I read further in the recipe and noted that the beans would need a further two to two and a half hours to cook after they’d been soaked! The next day I certainly did not have time after work for such nonsense, and Friday evening – well no one wants to cook that much on Friday, between going out for dinner or collapsing exhausted on the couch with a glass of wine and rolling through what’s been recorded on your DVR from the prior week. Saturday was lost to errands (and/or brunching and socializing) and Sunday was a write-off given my pounding head.

But what was I to now do with a pot of beans that had been sitting on the stove in a pot of salted water with a lid on for days? The thought, honestly, was terrifying. After joking about it with my brother on FaceTime, I took him with me (virtually) to investigate what I’d created. It actually wasn’t as bad as I thought. There were some weird foamy bubble layer on the top, but no noticeable signs of mold or decay! Just a really stinky cheese smell (I suppose that given cheese is just moldy milk, there was probably something funky going on). Cleaned up nice and easy peasy, I counted my blessings. But I still had no soup. Matt and I debated whether or not the beans were fine, but concluded that starting over would be less painful than any food poisoning that could arise from the super soaked beans.

Keeping in mind that I’d bought the slab bacon and the veggies needed for the soup, I needed to try again, and soon. I decided that instead of waiting on a damn pot of beans to soak overnight, I’d just used canned ones! They are cheap and still just as delicious. Plus canned beans are at your disposal, ready when you are. A Google search indicated that I’d want 3 – 4 cans to cover the 1-pound of dried beans the recipe called for. I bought some shortly thereafter.

Which brings me to today, two weeks later. You might be incredulous that the vegetables I purchased so long ago are still okay! I was too. The celery, meh, it was maybe a bit floppy, but you cook it to become soft, and the kale? That’s a pretty hardy leafy green. And my 1980’s refrigerator with the tin wrapped around the light bulb seems to be not as crappy as I thought it was, at least in terms of keeping things fresh!IMG_2602

So here’s the recipe as I saved it down, from TheKitchn.com

Serves 8 to 10

For the beans:

8 cups water

2 1/2 tablespoons salt, divided

1 pound dried cannellini beans

For the soup:

1/2 pound (5 to 6 pieces) thick-cut bacon , diced (or substitute 1 tablespoon olive oil for vegetarian version)

2 large yellow onions, diced

3 celery stalks, diced

4 garlic cloves, minced

1 cup white wine or water

1 bay leaf

1/2 pound pasta

5 thyme sprigs

10 ounces baby spinach

2 teaspoons salt

Pepper to taste

Combine the water and 1 1/2 tablespoons salt in a large mixing bowl and stir to dissolve the salt. Add the beans, cover the bowl, and let stand at least 6 hours or overnight.

Preheat the oven to 325°F.

In a heavy stock pot or Dutch oven over medium heat, cook the bacon. Once all the fat has rendered, remove the bacon with a slotted spoon and drain on a paper towel-lined plate. Pour off all put one tablespoon of bacon fat. Cook the onions slowly with 1/2 teaspoon of salt start to caramelize and turn golden brown, 15 to 20 minutes. Add the celery and cook just until the celery is softened, about 3 minutes. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.

Remove half of the onion mixture and reserve with the bacon. Deglaze the pan with one cup of wine or water, scraping up any brown residue that has formed on the bottom of the pan.

Drain and rinse the beans and pour them into the pot with the remaining onions. Add the bay leaf, 1 teaspoon of salt, and enough water to cover the beans and onions by 1 inch. Cover the pot and transfer to the oven. Cook for 1 hour, then begin checking the beans for doneness. Check the beans every 15 minutes until they are completely soft and creamy. (This can take up to 2 1/2 hours depending on the age and exact variety of your beans.)

→ Make-Ahead Tip: At this point, the soup can be chilled and refrigerated for a day or two before serving. The soup (or a portion of it) can also be frozen for up to three months.

Set the pot of cooked beans over medium-high heat on the stovetop. Add the bacon, reserved onions, thyme, pasta, and 1 teaspoon of salt. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the pasta is al dente. Add more water if necessary so the pasta is submerged.

Add the spinach to the pot and stir until it is wilted. Remove the bay leaf and the thyme stems. Taste and add more salt and pepper if desired.

This stew will keep for one week refrigerated.

But I made some adjustments. As I mentioned before, I swapped out the overnight process of soaking the beans and cut to the chase – canned beans. It also cut out about 2.25 hours of cook time in the oven; I kept my pot on the stove the whole time. I’m a busy lady – I ‘aint got time for that! Also note that “One-pot” does not necessarily mean easy, it just means one pot. But hopefully the modifications I’ve made to the recipe can guide you to make this actually quite delicious soup without you feeling like you’ve lost years of your life to it.

So – skip the bean soaking and the pre-heating of the oven and proceed straight to the bacon. Do not pass go, do not collect $100. You shouldn’t be too sad about the $100 though, you’re about to cook slab bacon. YUM! I might suggest hiding the bacon tidbits when you’re done and have taken them out of the pot – their quantity can quickly diminish if you’re a snacker. Or even if you like bacon at all.IMG_2595 IMG_2597I did use two onions – I thought that was too much, but it ended up just fine. Similarly with the four cloves of garlic – the flavor is great, not too intense. I do love garlic, so for those of you who are a bit sensitive to it, maybe reduce it a little. Embarrassing as it is, I didn’t have any white wine on hand and felt that deglazing with water was… not my first choice. I used chicken stock instead. If you do the same, keep in mind that you’ll want to reduce the amount of salt you add as you follow the recipe.

I added my rinsed canned beans (Woot! Life hack!) and kept the soup cooking on medium high for about thirty minutes with the lid on. You could probably reduce that by about half, as by the end of the whole process my beans were VERY creamy. IMG_2598

I then added the remaining ingredients, and because I chose to use kale, I added it then, knowing it’d need more time to soften than if I’d used baby spinach.IMG_2599 IMG_2600

Why kale you ask? It’s not because it’s the trendy, popular green, shockingly enough! Firstly, I wanted a heartier, more textured green in my soup to offset the squishy beans, and limp spinach, while good in other dishes, sort of made me less excited about this soup. Secondly, it’s about a billion times cheaper than baby spinach. Or even than grown up, bunched spinach. Two bunches of kale is the perfect amount.

So that brings me to my last modification. If you go to TheKitchn.com and search for the recipe (I couldn’t get the link to work), you’ll notice that they used a very delicious looking Cavatappi pasta shape. I used artisanal local pasta. I do live in Brooklyn, after all. Plus they are wagon wheels. I must have been channeling my inner five year old as well.

After adding the remaining ingredients, I let the pot to cook until the kale and pasta were satisfyingly tender, seasoned with a little ground pepper, and voila! I have soup for about a week and a half! Bon appétit!!

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Australia Day Lamingtons

Happy ‘Straya Day!

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To celebrate, I’ve attempted to make Lamingtons. For the uninitiated, these are square sponge cakes coated in chocolate icing and desiccated coconut, served with (whipped) cream and strawberry jam. New Yorkers can find some delightful Lamingtons at Public, on Elizabeth St.

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As I sit here on the couch waiting for my “Lamingtons” to bake, I realize that is not what I made. I have made a cake. As in, dense birthday cake, not light and fluffy sponges. Hence the recipe name “Lamington Cake”, as I read it after the fact. I didn’t really think about it until I was elbow deep in butter and sugar, and I started thinking about how what I was making wasn’t going to turn into what I was imagining. I do have a tendency to not really read through recipes before I print them and head off to the store. Haha, luckily I’ve bought pre-made pies and sausage rolls from the Tuck Shop, so I hopefully won’t mess those up when I bake them.

IMG_1698Inherent design flaw aside, I’ve had an interesting experience figuring my way through Aussie measurements and ingredients. I didn’t really consider the possibility that 1 US cup wouldn’t equal 1 Aussie cup until I was converting grams of butter into cups of butter and I stumbled across a very helpful website that listed ALL the conversions, for milk, sugar, butter, flour (dry cups, liquid cups, grams). Ohhhhh dear, were my thoughts, as I panicked through the rest of the ingredients. I ended up with funky conversions: 1.76 American cups of sugar, 2.8 cups flour, 1 and approximately 2/3 sticks of butter. Luckily my liquid measurer had milliliter markings, so there wasn’t anything too hard about pouring out 250ml of milk.

I also had some ingredient interpretation to do, and why I didn’t do it before I left for Whole Foods, I’m not quite sure. A quick google in the store for “caster sugar” gave me table sugar. Okay, nice, I had that. The baking conversions website I’d found once I’d gotten home said that caster sugar = superfine sugar. Oh, this keeps getting better… baking is meant to be about precision and the combination of just the right ingredients right? My journey was not taking that shape. When I didn’t see self-raising flour on the shelves I turned to google again and found with relief I could just create my own by adding  baking powder and salt. Phewf. And I learned something!

If only I’d been so lucky with “thickened cream”. I had assumed, incorrectly, that it was the same as heavy whipping cream. Google says this isn’t the case, as thickened cream has gelatin in it. Damnit! This was not something I really wanted to contend with, and kept googling until I found the answer I wanted: heavy whipping cream would be fine.

So once I had ingredient substitutions and measurement quandaries sorted, I began following the recipe. I quote, “process butter and sugar in a processor for 2 minutes until light… add eggs one at a time, pulsing…” When I read this, it sounded to me like I needed my food processor. Strange, but then again, you make pie crusts with your food processor.  After watching my butter and sugar get stuck and seeing the blade in my processor not really having much effect, I determined that what they really meant was  a mixer.  I asked Mike, the resident Australian, but he didn’t know, as supposedly his cooking career had started (and ended?) in London. I ran this all past Beth, and she agreed, mixing butter and sugar was meant to be done with a mixer, not my food processor. This was, by now, comedy.

Upon moving my butter and sugar mix to a bowl, I was able to successfully combine all of the components together, and get them into the oven. Victory!

And here is my finished product.

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Yes, my friends, that is a cake. Lamington cake.

I’ve created a monster!

Sooo I was spoiled this past birthday of mine. Among my other prezzies, Bethie got me an ice cream maker!!!! Ever since my darling brother made amazing vanilla ice cream at the big dinner at home, I’ve been like a crack addict devising plans on how to get my mitts on some more.

Enter Beth. I guess I must have mentioned my desires around Beth or else she has ESP(N). This last Wednesday she gave me a brand spankin’ new red Cuisinart ice cream maker and – drumroll please – the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream book!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Now, I knew about the ice cream maker, but the recipe book was a surprise, so on Tuesday, I’d emailed my brother for his divine ice cream recipe. He kindly obliged and sent it over. Now, I admit that I have a bad habit of reading recipes and only really reading through the ingredients, skimming the instructions. There have been a couple instances where I haven’t planned on the amount of time a dish will take (New Years Eve, I didn’t see that the bolognese sauce needed a couple of hours, we ate about when the ball dropped, oops), or certain cook ware/utensils  are required that don’t exist in my kitchen. I did it again. I looked at the ingredients, many I already had at home, others were easy, like the heavy whipping cream and the whole milk. The vanilla beans were easy too, Whole Foods had three different types, but it was like the pine nuts scenario all over again. For two, yes, as in uno, dos, they wanted $14!!! But if it meant I could have that divine, sweet, creamy, cold ice cream, it was a sacrifice I’d have to make.

But then I got home and read the directions. It’s a custard ice cream. There is a lot of heating and cooling and re-heating and re-cooling that even now I”m not sure exactly what I was supposed to be doing. I was a little stressed, but figured my brother would walk me through it. Crap.

Enter Ben & Jerry!!! They are amazing, but I’m sure you all know that! What’s your favorite flavor? Mine is definitely Half Baked. Now the book is a little dated, published in 1987, when Jerry Garcia was still alive to give his stamp of approval on Cherry Garcia, but lets be real – good ice cream is good ice cream, there’s not a lot technology can do to change it. The ingredients are simple: sugar, milk, heavy cream and eggs. The steps were a lot easier from Ben & Jerry, and I only had four eggs, and the recipe from Matt needs five, Ben & Jerry’s two.

Now the trick is to remember to make sure the freezer bowl has been in the freezer per the manufacturing instructions (16-24 hours). I forgot, so I couldn’t make my delicious treat on Thursday, and had to wait until Friday. The user guide that came with the maker gives the following guidance, which could end up being dangerous: For the most convenient frozen desserts and drinks, leave your freezer bowl in the freezer at all times. Did you read that people? At all times.

I was originally going to make French Vanilla ice cream, but flipping through the pages of B&J, I realized I had raspberries and nectaries that I could use. YUM! Here’s the recipe I made:

Nectarine and Raspberry Ice Cream

1 cup finely chopped ripe nectarines

1 pint fresh raspberries

Juice of 1/2 lemon

1 1/4 cups sugar

2 large eggs

2 cups heavy cream

1 cup whole milk

1. Combine the peaches, raspberries, 1/2 cup of the sugar, and the lemon juice together in a bowl. Cover and refrigerate for 2 hours, stirring every 30 minutes.

2. Whisk the eggs in a mixing bowl until light and fluffy, 1 to 2 minutes. Whisk in the remaining 3/4 cup sugar, a little at a time, then continue whisking until completely blended, about 1 minute more. Pour the heavy cream and milk and whisk to blend.

3. Drain the juice from the fruit into the cream mixture and blend.

4. Transfer the mixture to an ice cream maker and freeze following the manufacturer’s instructions. After the ice cream stiffens (about 2-5 minutes before it’s done), add the whole fruit, then continue freezing. If you want a firmer consistency, transfer the ice cream to an airtight container and store in the freezer for two or more hours.

Yum raspberries, nectarine and sugar:

Check out this red, sexy, cold spinning – ice cream maker:

Churning up to make a delicious treat:

Finished ice cream! I love the pink color and the fruit chunks.

Now after reading this do you see the little monster I’ve created? Ice cream is SO easy to make. They tell you to keep the freezer bowl always at the ready. Is this my gateway into obesity? I actually don’t even like ice cream that much, but oh, that heavy cream and sugar is so nice.

Perhaps I better not keep the bowl always frozen.

Summer isn’t over yet!

It’s clear I’ve started to age. I”m officially “late twenties”. And when I log onto Facebook, I don’t see posts about people humorously discovering photos from the night before that they will eventually regret being posted, or posts about how last night was crazy, and tonight’s going to be crazier. No. These days, the posts about big nights out are more of a lament of how our bodies are punishing us for the night before. People are getting engaged/married/pregnant left and right. And I’m learning things about motherhood that I sort of wish I didn’t know yet. Yikes. That being said, there’s some REALLY cute photos that get posted of babies and children. And right now, I’m LOVING the back to school photos and the darling outfits.

But does that mean summer is over already? It just started! So sad right now. But walking down the street today, my mom (yep! she’s in New York!) said she thinks summer goes straight through September! Joy!

And the farmer market agrees. Tomatoes are still in abundance. Look what I got at the farmers market – so many colors of tomatoes! Purple, orange, green, yellow, and mixed!

I may have mentioned before that the August cover of Bon Apetit was inspiring so I sliced up my tomatoes. And a cucumber. I ate the orange and purple tomatoes on their own. I couldn’t wait any longer.

And then I sliced a loaf of bread and toasted the slices. I drizzled a little olive oil on the toast, spread on some goats cheese (not too much!) and layered on the tomatoes and cucumber slices. I topped with salt and pepper to finish.

See!? Summer isn’t over yet!

Key lime bonanza!!!

I got the most wonderful present this week:

One of my friends, a “barn mom” from home, Monique, sent me this box from Florida this week!!  After reading about my plight about finding fresh key limes in the city, Monique texted for my address, and about an hour later, I got a message saying the limes were on their way! What a kind gesture! Not that I should be surprised, Monique and her family (I used to babysit her kids, Anders and Liam, now they are in college! Time flies and I am old!) are some of the nicest and kindest people I know. The best part – she sent me a lime squeezer!!

So what to do with four bags of key limes!? Another key lime pie? Hmm. Key lime cheesecake bars? Okay!

I found a recipe on another blog. It was key lime cheesecake with an almond cookie crust. The cheesecake bit was delicious, but the crust was, while not terrible, “not going to win [me] any awards”, in the words of my ever so loving boyfriend. Keep in mind after he said this, he scarfed down three more bars for his dinner. Must not have been too terrible! And my co-workers seemed to like them as well.

Not so hot crust aside, I had a ton of fun making the bars. The fresh lime juice made such a difference compared to the bottled stuff, I loved the cheesecake bit! And I’m sure lucky Monique sent me that juicer – I squeezed and squeezed limes for what seemed like ages to get to my one cup of lime juice – my hands would have been dying!

One bag of key limes down, three to go!

Cheesecake bars coming up soon, but with the traditional graham cracker crust!

Thanks a million Monique!! xxxx

 

The truth hurts

I feel like I’ve just found out Santa Clause isn’t real. You should probably sit down before I tell you this.

Did you know that most (seriously, it’s basically ALL) key lime pies are made with bottled key lime juice? Even the ones in Florida!!!!!!

It’s like finding out Friends is really shot in LA, and NOT New York. It’s like when my brother found out he was year of the rabbit, and not year of the dragon, apparently a very hard time for him. Just think of something that you used to believe in and when you found out the truth, it was devastating, totally changed your view on the world, and you will be where I am now.

I have been talking about making key lime pie for about a week. I researched recipes on the internet for about 10 minutes, selected the best recipe (my criteria being how many tablespoons of butter go into the crust; I went with 7 tablespoons, versus 5 or 6), and set out to buy ingredients. The sweetened condensed milk and graham crackers were obviously a piece of cake. I knew that the key limes would be the tricky component, but I’d seen them at Whole Foods before. The Tribeca store didn’t have them. The Columbus Circle store didn’t have them, with no estimate of when they would get any. I called Gourmet Garage, Food Emporium. They also did not have any. I was so dismayed. My dreams of key lime pie up in smoke. My last resort: a plea to Facebook friends for any knowledge they had of key lime availability in the city.

That’s how I found out. My pastry chef friend Stephanie messaged me with the following:

Stephanie Jayne Shaiken Buy the key lime juice in the bottle, otherwise ull pay a small fortune for enough tiny limes to make enough juice 🙂

Okay, I thought to myself, if Stephanie says it’s okay, then I can do that! But then I had a thought: if a pastry chef is saying real key limes are too expensive, and to use the bottled stuff, is this a common practice? Not quite wanting to know the answer, and not really fully ready to accept this truth, I took our conversation offline, and texted her, asking if the pies in restaurants were made from bottled juice. This was her response:Yes, even in Key West.

WHAT!?!?!?!

Do you know that last summer on our road trip through the south, we drove through the pan-handle of Florida, and I was NOT going to leave Florida without key lime pie. It comes from there! I had to introduce Mike to one of the best things out of Florida besides Mickey Mouse. We made a special stop at a pie shop just for key lime pie, and I relished every bite, imagining how fresh the key limes were when they were squeezed into my pie, humming “Key Lime Pie” by Kenny Chesney in my head. Which, incidentally, I’m not 100% sure is about actual key lime pie, but that’s besides the point.

So as any millennial would do, I took the internet. I found this site: http://homecooking.about.com/od/fruit/a/keylimes.htm and did some reading. Most key limes these days come from Mexico!

So I dug deep, returned to Whole Foods, and bought the key lime juice. Damn it, I was going to have key lime pie.

And one final question – if the use of bottled key lime juice is so common, why didn’t ANY of the recipes I looked at mention that? I mean, come on Saveur and Bon Appetit! This is vital information one should know! It would have saved me a couple trips to Whole Foods, and probably would have softened the blow on this news.

So here’s the recipe. I checked through a bunch of them, and they are all about the same. I made minor changes to this one from Saveur.com, but also consulted a different recipe from Saveur, and of course the always reliable Mark Bittman. The variable that changes the most from recipe to recipe is the amount of butter in the crust. Obviously I picked the one with the most butter!

http://www.saveur.com/article/Recipes/Key-Lime-Pie

For the crust:
7 tbsp. butter, melted
1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
(about 10 crackers)
3 tbsp. sugar

For the filling:
4 pasteurized egg yolks
1 14-oz. can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup key lime juice (8–10 key limes)  <—– see? No mention of the bottled stuff

1. For the crust: Preheat oven to 350°. Butter a 9″ glass pie plate with some of the melted butter, and set aside. Combine graham cracker crumbs, sugar, and remaining melted butter in a medium mixing bowl; then transfer to prepared pie plate. Spread crumbs evenly on bottom and up the side of the pie plate; then, using your fingertips, firmly press down on crumbs to form a crust. Bake crust until lightly browned, about 8 minutes. Remove crust from oven, and set on a wire rack to let cool to room temperature.

2. For the filling: Briefly whisk egg yolks in a large mixing bowl; then gradually add condensed milk, whisking until smooth. Add lime juice, and mix until just combined.

3. Pour filling into prepared crust (filling will thicken as it sits). Bake for about 10 minutes. Take pie out, let cool, and then cover pie with plastic wrap, being careful not to let it touch the surface of the filling, and refrigerate until well chilled, at least 6 hours or overnight.

I also skipped the traditional meringue. More space in my tummy for key lime.

Kitchen sink quinoa and roasted beet salad

Bethie had me over for dinner. It was delicious. We were aiming for light and healthy. We had homemade carrot/apple juice, quinoa salad and a roasted beet salad. Beth almost killed me by trying to feed me shrimps (she forgot!), but luckily I noticed right away and she most kindly got out a chicken breast for me. The shrimps and chicken were in a butter, lime, garlic and red curry marinade. Yum.

First – the juice. You need to buy a juicer, or this whole thing doesn’t work. You simply chop up fruit, and drop it in. While I can take the credit for the juicing (okay, you might call it the chopping and dropping), Beth was the creative genius behind the flavors. Two apples (Gala or something similar), two peeled carrots and about an inch of ginger. Delicious and so healthy. It’s really fun too. The clean up didn’t seem great, but Beth was saying the good thing about her juicer is all the parts come apart so you can get them all clean.

Next – the salads. The roasted beet salad was the easiest. The beets were the pre-cooked ones in the plastic package – they’re actually quite nice! We cut up the beets and roasted them in the oven while we prepared everything else. Then they went in the salad bowl with some spinach, roasted walnuts (done quickly over the stove) and goats cheese crumbles. The dressing was rice vinegar and olive oil. I love goat cheese and beets. I also love Beth’s glass bowl and salad tongs.

The quinoa salad is next. I called it the kitchen sink quinoa salad because that’s how we put it together – digging through Beth’s fridge. Luckily she has lots of nice vegetables in her fridge – mine typically has a Brita water filter, beer and condiments. Lately I’ve been stocking those Kozy Shack tapioca puddings too. Tonight I’ve also got some strawberries and celery in there. So, even on a good night, mine is not as great as Beth’s.

Beth prepared the quinoa. I’ve actually never cooked it – it looks easy, but I’m fearful that it is similar to rice – something I’ve never been able to successfully make. Please don’t judge.  I’m told it’s because I peek at it too much, releasing the steam. I had the all important job of chopping the veggies from the fridge. We decided to put in the following: avocado, red onion and red bell pepper. Non fridge items included raisins, almonds and a bit of shredded coconut. I was surprised that Beth had coconut on had and asked what she used it in – to which she said “everything”! Eating at Beth’s seems like it’s more of a party than at mine! Routine use of coconut!?! Fun! We drizzled a bit of the rice vinaigrette from the other salad on this as well.

Beth’s shrimps were pre-cooked, so they just needed to be taken out of the fridge where they’d been marinating, and I cooked my chicken breast on one of those Le Creuset grill pans. I loved that thing! I am definitely getting one! The chicken cooked so well, and it had grill lines on it! The chicken had marinade on it (a bit of butter, smashed garlic, lime juice and red curry sauce), but we sprayed the pan w/a bit of olive oil Pam so it didn’t stick.

This dinner was fabulous – so light, healthy and full of flavor, and not much work at all. We had so many colors on our plates – purples, greens, reds greens, orange – (that’s the new rage – eat as many colors as possible) that it was a treat to look at as well as being quite healthy. I really liked the quinoa salad. I was nervous about the raisins and coconut being too sweet with the savory items, but they came together quite nicely. I’m going to cook some quinoa and let you know how easy it is. It too, is the new rage – apparently the Food and Agricultural Organization of the United Nations has declared 2013 as “The International Year of the Quinoa”. See – and here I am helping you get ahead of the curve! It’s quite healthy for you – it has a lot of anti-inflammatory properties, and has antioxidants and heart healthy fatty acids. Not to mention this was a much more balanced dinner than the one I had the other night that was comprised of one cantaloupe, and one Kozy Shack tapioca pudding. Lol.

Update: After publishing this post, I think my mother was quite distressed at my use of the word “shrimps”, which I do know is not actually a word. Please note I do know that “shrimp” is the singular and plural form of those little things that will kill me.