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Sweet Spot

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

I have a serious problem with sweets. Sugar is absolutely my drug (and yes, I know it is also probably my biggest hurdle in losing weight, but I’m not quite ready to admit that and give it up). Anyway, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been short on time lately, so this Twitter Tuesday, while not under 140 characters, is a short, simple suggestion for sweet snacking.

Picture this: it’s late, you’re hungry—perhaps out of boredom, or perhaps your stomach is actually growling—and your logical brain repeats to you all those articles you’ve read telling you to reach for fruit or veggies, while your sweet tooth begs for a bowl of ice cream and sprinkles. What to do? (You could just brush your teeth and go to bed; after all, that would be the really smart thing to do.) Now I hope all this lead-up hasn’t made you too excited, or you’re about to be really disappointed by my very lame suggestion, but it has been a bit of a triumph for me when I hear the siren call of Breyer’s.

My new late-night go-to snack is a nice, cold, juicy orange, paired with a nice fluffy dollop of whipped cream. Think of it as the raw food form of a dreamsicle. It satisfies both my craving to eat something healthy and my sweet craving. And for that little part of me that wants to be a calorie-counter, it’s really not too damaging to that number either. Two tablespoons of whipped cream is only 15 calories. And 2 tablespoons is plenty for one orange. Of course, I recommend the kind made with real cream and sugar. Plus, the fake stuff (ingredients reading: water, corn syrup, hydrogenated vegetable oil, high fructose corn syrup…) actually packs on more calories, and really doesn’t taste as good.

So there you have it. I know it may not be epiphany-enducing for you, but you can at least feel pleased with yourself that you’re not such a lame-o as I am. Sweet snacking!

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Shape Up

Friday, April 16th, 2010

Every April, Vogue puts the focus of their magazine on the “celebration of size and silhouette,” and makes the emphasis of their articles on the female body in a more healthful, rather than just fashion-full, way. I was actually pleasantly surprised; perhaps because I was reading this at a time when my shape seems to be deteriorating despite increased efforts at improving it. While I don’t want to rehash the entire issue, there were 3 articles that stood out to me in a very positive light.

The first attracted my attention because in my desire to find a new solution to my weight-loss issues, I was becoming slightly dazzled by the miraculous promises of a number of fasts/detox diets/miracle pills. Now, being ordinarily a very sensible, logical person who doesn’t like to do “weird” things to my body, I was even surprising myself at the desperateness I was feeling. So this first article grounded me, and I haven’t been back to the flashy “Order now! Lose 30 pounds in 30 days or your money back!” sites. It is titled Coming Clean, and addresses the foolish claims of many of these miracle programs. (I have not checked the research on this article, so yes, I realize this may not be entirely accurate either, but it was still an encouraging thing to read!)

It focuses mostly on the detox/juice diets, and recognizes the truths in many of the claims, but also provides the whole story. For example, pointing out that our bodies were already designed to flush out toxins—through the liver—and any the body can’t rid itself of are not sitting around in the colon, waiting to be cleansed, but are stored in fatty tissues like the brain. Also, these diets tend to make you lose weight because you lose muscle, which will also slow your metabolism for when you do go back to eating. My favorite claim they combated, though, was the euphoria many say they experience. In some study, they discovered that the endorphin system in starving animals kicks in a feeling of euphoria to ease the trauma of imminent death. Nice, huh?

The next article that followed was one on how to (perhaps) lose those last five pounds (I’d like to know how to lose the ten I gained while trying to lose the last five!). Anyway, I really felt in touch with the author, who aptly summed up my food experience when she said, “My self-control around food is right up there with my ability to speak Mandarin.” So, apparently, the next “in” thing for portion control is not in the measurements, but in the mind. She interviewed a social psychologist by the name of Ronna Kabatznick, Ph.D., who is a leading advocate of mindful eating. She makes the focus of eating on how you feel about it. How hungry are you really? And why are you eating? Beyond being aware before beginning, you’re also supposed to be aware while you’re eating—aware of the sensations your food brings about. Eat slowly, and with purpose and acknowledgement of each bite.

Another interesting tidbit in the article is that a study found that yoga practicers have a lower BMI than regular walkers and gymgoers. Admittedly, there are still plenty of gymgoers that I’m sure do just fine (and don’t even get me started on the apparent ease in which men seem to shed pounds just by deciding to!), but in the crazy life of a (somewhat single) stay-at-home mother to young children, the gym is nowhere in my foreseeable future. Of course, I also read this article a month ago, and remember being aware of my first pb&j sandwich afterwards, but nothing else beyond that. I loved reading the author’s journey though: “I’m aware that I’m eating a whole Toblerone bar at 10:00 A.M., but down it goes. I’m aware that I’m looking for something other than sustenance in the refrigerator, but I eat some filet mignon anyway. The only difference: I feel guiltier now.” I think it’s even more difficult to be mindful around grunting, begging, needy children, too. I already only eat when I can squeeze it in between child duties, but the encouraging message in the article is to just keep trying. Each meal is a chance to start over, and the authors journey did eventually have a pleasing reward, so maybe it can work for others too!

The last article was also inspiring to me, because it was written by the blogging-spectacular Julie Powell. Vogue approached her with a proposition to get fit and write about it (which also begs the question—if someone were going to pay me to really, really work on getting fit, could I get there? We all have our motivators…). So she did! She, of course, interviewed and got to choose a personal trainer, and had no kids to get in the way of her schedule, but had her own issues with traveling for her book tour (oh, the travesty!). But the article was still really inspiring, because she did learn how to get into a routine, and found that the more she made it a priority, the more she wanted it as a priority. And her work paid off as well, and she was able to continue her routine after her time with the trainer had ended. I guess I feel more like her success can be my success just because despite her great fortune, I feel like she’s a normal person. I know we’re all normal people, but I’m not sure I feel like I could ever be Jennifer Aniston, but Julie Powell—she’s attainable. (And while you can’t read her article online, you can read this.)

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Hash Browns: Take 2

Monday, March 8th, 2010

After all the helpful comments from my first attempt at hash browns, I really wanted to try again. So, following most suggestions (I didn’t buy a bag of hash browns and cheat, and I wasn’t able to find a cheap food processor yet), here is my journey yet again, from beginning to end (sorry some of these pictures stink; I didn’t notice how bad they were till they were on the computer).

The beginning:

The chosen potato

And this time I peeled it

Next I shredded it into cold water

I will now note how things started to go wrong, as they always do. If you look closely at the peeled potato, you may notice some discoloration. That is because the entire center of this particular potato was bad. There was a big brown tunnel that I had to chop and shred around, which made the shredding even more difficult. But it was also clear this potato needed to be used.

Next I salted and drained in the sink

I let them drain for at least ten minutes, but I was awfully hungry, so I also squeezed them with paper towels again. I then got out my skillet and tried not to overdo the oil this time.

Cooking the hash browns

I also put a little butter on the top side.

Flipped, and finished

They still started to burn a little (I think I get too impatient and turn the heat up), but instead of drowning them in oil I just stirred them up, which of course is not the ideal way to cook them. Anyway, they were not greasy this time, but I think I should have cooked them a little longer. The center wasn’t quite done and the outsides could have been crispier. Still, a definite improvement! And I am no longer scared to make them. They are a bit more time consuming than just microwaving a baked potato, but I think they will be a welcome addition to our home menu.

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The Deliciously Aggravating Tiramisu

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

The February 2010 Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Aparna of My Diverse Kitchen and Deeba of Passionate About Baking. They chose Tiramisu as the challenge for the month. Their challenge recipe is based on recipes from The Washington Post, Cordon Bleu at Home and Baking Obsession.

Here is a taste of my tiramisu experience. I wish I didn’t require sleep and I could finish all the things I want to, but for now, I am sharing my pictures and going to bed. I will update this post later with all the *exciting* details of my journey. (I will also include the recipe, as it’s a simple copy-and-paste procedure!)

Ok. Here goes! The first step to this challenge was making one’s own mascarpone cheese. (As a side note here, for some reason I had it in my head that it was marscapone cheese, not mascarpone, and now I’m having trouble saying it correctly!) Now, everyone who had previously done this and blogged about it raved about how simple and awesome it was. Well, maybe not everyone. I guess I did read quite a few that had issues like myself. But I thought I had learned from their mistakes.

Here I am, happily heating my cream in my metal bowl, over my pan of water. I was really excited that I had a thermometer, too, so I didn’t have to guess on 190°. I was, of course, making this a little after 11 at night, once the kids were in bed, and I told Lloyd to wait up for me as this would take maybe 45 minutes, tops. I kept my heat on a delicate setting, per the instructions, and I heated for 15 minutes, then another 15 minutes, and another. Gradually I upped my heat, and I became extremely agitated at the darn bowl of cream. For a while my temperature stayed at 180° and I was seriously concerned that it was starting to curdle anyway. So I jerked the heat up and voilà! I hit the long-desired 190° and added my lemon juice.

So then I heated a little longer, and I’m assuming this is what it was supposed to look like when curdled:

I then let it cool and poured it into my cheesecloth-lined bowl. By this time I was the only one awake, so I putzed around for a bit and then went to bed myself, utterly disappointed and a little upset.

Hmm. Just realized I neglected to include my ladyfinger-making, which happened a few days before the cheese-making. So let me back-track a little. I made my ladyfingers early, since they’re ok to sit for a while before using them. First, my fluffy egg whites:

Next, I folded everything all together. The cookies really didn’t seem like they were that difficult. My batter seemed pretty airy to me. It made weird sounds while mixing, which is what I mainly remember. Don’t quite know how to describe it, other than just airy.

So I poured it all into a Ziploc bag and squeezed it out into my shapes. My thought was to create two single, round servings, and then a loaf pan batch as well. Here it is ready to be baked:

It wasn’t until I was sugaring the cookies that I wondered if I had done something wrong. There was A LOT of powdered sugar to be used. And the recipe was intended to make at least 36 ladyfingers, and while my count would be a little off due to the round ones, I still feel like I did not have as much as I was supposed to. (I did try to shake the sugar off, but the batter started sliding off more than the sugar wanted to move, so I just left all the excess on.)

And the finished product (which tasted just fine):

Honestly, I’m not sure what they are supposed to taste like; I’ve never eaten ladyfingers, but I think mine may have been a little more sponge-y than they are supposed to be. It was also odd that all the cookies on one tray had a top, crispy sugar layer that completely crumbled, while the other tray’s cookies stayed intact. I wasn’t too concerned, though, as they were going to be dipped in espresso. At this point in the process I was still positive about the challenge.

Now let’s move on to the zabaglione. I was trying to be positive when beginning. But I was also planning for things to not work out. So much so, that I didn’t even take any pictures of the process! It pretty much looked the same as the cheese, but brown because of the coffee. And it did take longer than 8 minutes to heat. And I never felt like it reached a “thick custard” stage, but I was tired and angry so I set a time limit on its cooking and called it good.

In the final stretch was the pastry cream. Here is everything right before the milk was added:

For once, something went right. The only thing I would suggest is to continue to whisk it. I used a spoon for about a minute, and it started to build up on the bottom of the pan, but when I switched back to constantly whisking, it remained nice and smooth.

And so I breathed a happy sigh of relief at the lovely pastry cream:

Well, all that was left after that was whipped cream. No problem, right? After all, I’ve made that more times than I can remember! So, while working on creating Emma’s awesome birthday cake, I thought I’d also make my whipped cream and be done with all my baking so I could enjoy my family for the weekend.

I guess this was just not my lucky challenge. I whipped. And I whipped and I whipped. And then Lloyd whipped for a while. And then, suddenly, he says hesitantly, “Umm. Is it supposed to look like this?” (Note that he had also been brewing espresso for me in 1/2 cup increments, so I was feeling committed to finishing this tiramisu that night.)

No, it is not supposed to look like that. What the @*%#! happened? Butter. Or would be had I kept going. For your reference, sometimes overbeating and cream getting too warm equals butter. It was pretty warm in the kitchen with the constant espresso brewing, and we had been whipping for like 45 minutes, but this was still something that had never happened to me before.

Fortunately, I had one more cup of cream left, and despite the fact that it was now 2 in the morning, I was determined to finish. I stuck my bowl, beaters, and cream in the freezer for a good 15 minutes, and then tried again. Unbelievably, this batch also refused to turn into whipped cream. What gives?! By 3, we quit. I dumped my beaten-up, but not whipped, cream, and passed out. I still don’t know what happened. My only hypothesis is that I was using this cream that was not ultra-pasteurized and from some nearby farm in Nebraska, so maybe that had some affect. Also, how do you tell how much fat is in the cream? The recipe kept talking about 25% or 36%, and in all the stores I went to, I saw no markings. Is this just the nutritional info?

Anyway, let’s hurry this along, eh? Here’s the chilled mascarpone. Certainly more solid than the kind I’ve used before, so that’s probably my bad, but it still smushed up just fine.

Here is my cheese, zabaglione, and pastry cream, ready to be mixed. It all seemed like such small amounts. When I cooked the zabaglione, it appeared to decrease in volume by about half.

It all mixed together all right, though:

And here is my new (3rd!) batch of whipped cream. This time it’s the nice, cheap, ultra-pasteurized cream—and it even whipped up with only a whisk! Below that is my bowl of sugared espresso (this was the only part of the recipe where there was WAY too much; maybe I should have let my ladyfingers soak up more, though).

Dipped the ladyfingers and made my first layer:

It really doesn’t look as awesome from the side as I hoped it would, but here is the loaf pan, which I only just barely had enough cookies for:

And here are the two single servings:

The espresso mixture with ladyfinger crumbs (I just thought the reflection in it was cool):

After chillin’:

Out of the mold:

And onto the plate:

I wasn’t able to let the loaf pan batch chill for very long, so it was a bit runny, but the other two had a good day to form up, and they kept their shape much better:

So that’s it! It was delicious, but I’m not sure it was worth all the stress and aggravation. It was a busy weekend to be making it, though, so that may have contributed. I would certainly like to try to make the ladyfingers again; we’ll see about the rest. I won’t be trying it any time soon—of that, I am quite certain.

Here’s the recipe:

TIRAMISU

(Recipe source: Carminantonio’s Tiramisu from The Washington Post, July 11 2007 )
This recipe makes 6 servings

Ingredients:
For the zabaglione:
2 large egg yolks
3 tablespoons sugar/50gms
1/4 cup/60ml Marsala wine (or port or coffee)
1/4 teaspoon/ 1.25ml vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest

For the vanilla pastry cream:
1/4 cup/55gms sugar
1 tablespoon/8gms all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon/ 2.5ml vanilla extract
1 large egg yolk
3/4 cup/175ml whole milk

For the whipped cream:
1 cup/235ml chilled heavy cream (we used 25%)
1/4 cup/55gms sugar
1/2 teaspoon/ 2.5ml vanilla extract

To assemble the tiramisu:
2 cups/470ml brewed espresso, warmed
1 teaspoon/5ml rum extract (optional)
1/2 cup/110gms sugar
1/3 cup/75gms mascarpone cheese
36 savoiardi/ ladyfinger biscuits (you may use less)
2 tablespoons/30gms unsweetened cocoa powder

Method:
For the zabaglione:
Heat water in a double boiler. If you don’t have a double boiler, place a pot with about an inch of water in it on the stove. Place a heat-proof bowl in the pot making sure the bottom does not touch the water.
In a large mixing bowl (or stainless steel mixing bowl), mix together the egg yolks, sugar, the Marsala (or espresso/ coffee), vanilla extract and lemon zest. Whisk together until the yolks are fully blended and the mixture looks smooth.
Transfer the mixture to the top of a double boiler or place your bowl over the pan/ pot with simmering water. Cook the egg mixture over low heat, stirring constantly, for about 8 minutes or until it resembles thick custard. It may bubble a bit as it reaches that consistency.
Let cool to room temperature and transfer the zabaglione to a bowl. Cover and refrigerate at least 4 hours or overnight, until thoroughly chilled.

For the pastry cream:
Mix together the sugar, flour, lemon zest and vanilla extract in a medium heavy-bottomed saucepan. To this add the egg yolk and half the milk. Whisk until smooth.
Now place the saucepan over low heat and cook, stirring constantly to prevent the mixture from curdling.
Add the remaining milk a little at a time, still stirring constantly. After about 12 minutes the mixture will be thick, free of lumps and beginning to bubble. (If you have a few lumps, don’t worry. You can push the cream through a fine-mesh strainer.)
Transfer the pastry cream to a bowl and cool to room temperature. Cover with plastic film and refrigerate at least 4 hours or overnight, until thoroughly chilled.

For the whipped cream:
Combine the cream, sugar and vanilla extract in a mixing bowl. Beat with an electric hand mixer or immersion blender until the mixture holds stiff peaks. Set aside.

To assemble the tiramisu:
Have ready a rectangular serving dish (about 8″ by 8″ should do) or one of your choice.
Mix together the warm espresso, rum extract and sugar in a shallow dish, whisking to mix well. Set aside to cool.
In a large bowl, beat the mascarpone cheese with a spoon to break down the lumps and make it smooth. This will make it easier to fold. Add the prepared and chilled zabaglione and pastry cream, blending until just combined. Gently fold in the whipped cream. Set this cream mixture aside.

Now to start assembling the tiramisu.
Workings quickly, dip 12 of the ladyfingers in the sweetened espresso, about 1 second per side. They should be moist but not soggy. Immediately transfer each ladyfinger to the platter, placing them side by side in a single row. You may break a lady finger into two, if necessary, to ensure the base of your dish is completely covered.
Spoon one-third of the cream mixture on top of the ladyfingers, then use a rubber spatula or spreading knife to cover the top evenly, all the way to the edges.
Repeat to create 2 more layers, using 12 ladyfingers and the cream mixture for each layer. Clean any spilled cream mixture; cover carefully with plastic wrap and refrigerate the tiramisu overnight.
To serve, carefully remove the plastic wrap and sprinkle the tiramisu with cocoa powder using a fine-mesh strainer or decorate as you please. Cut into individual portions and serve.

MASCARPONE CHEESE

(Source: Vera’s Recipe for Homemade Mascarpone Cheese)
This recipe makes 12oz/ 340gm of mascarpone cheese

Ingredients:
474ml (approx. 500ml)/ 2 cups whipping (36 %) pasteurized (not ultra-pasteurized), preferably organic cream (between 25% to 36% cream will do)
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Method:

Bring 1 inch of water to a boil in a wide skillet. Reduce the heat to medium-low so the water is barely simmering. Pour the cream into a medium heat-resistant bowl, then place the bowl into the skillet. Heat the cream, stirring often, to 190 F. If you do not have a thermometer, wait until small bubbles keep trying to push up to the surface.
It will take about 15 minutes of delicate heating. Add the lemon juice and continue heating the mixture, stirring gently, until the cream curdles. Do not expect the same action as you see during ricotta cheese making. All that the whipping cream will do is become thicker, like a well-done crème anglaise. It will cover a back of your wooden spoon thickly. You will see just a few clear whey streaks when you stir. Remove the bowl from the water and let cool for about 20 minutes. Meanwhile, line a sieve with four layers of dampened cheesecloth and set it over a bowl. Transfer the mixture into the lined sieve. Do not squeeze the cheese in the cheesecloth or press on its surface (be patient, it will firm up after refrigeration time). Once cooled completely, cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate (in the sieve) overnight or up to 24 hours.
Vera’s notes: The first time I made mascarpone I had all doubts if it’d been cooked enough, because of its custard-like texture. Have no fear, it will firm up beautifully in the fridge, and will yet remain lusciously creamy.
Keep refrigerated and use within 3 to 4 days.

LADYFINGERS/ SAVOIARDI BISCUITS
(Source: Recipe from Cordon Bleu At Home)
This recipe makes approximately 24 big ladyfingers or 45 small (2 1/2″ to 3″ long) ladyfingers.

Ingredients:
3 eggs, separated
6 tablespoons /75gms granulated sugar
3/4 cup/95gms cake flour, sifted (or 3/4 cup all purpose flour + 2 tbsp corn starch)
6 tablespoons /50gms confectioner’s sugar,

Method:

Preheat your oven to 350 F (175 C) degrees, then lightly brush 2 baking sheets with oil or softened butter and line with parchment paper.
Beat the egg whites using a hand held electric mixer until stiff peaks form. Gradually add granulate sugar and continue beating until the egg whites become stiff again, glossy and smooth.
In a small bowl, beat the egg yolks lightly with a fork and fold them into the meringue, using a wooden spoon. Sift the flour over this mixture and fold gently until just mixed. It is important to fold very gently and not overdo the folding. Otherwise the batter would deflate and lose volume resulting in ladyfingers which are flat and not spongy.
Fit a pastry bag with a plain tip (or just snip the end off; you could also use a Ziploc bag) and fill with the batter. Pipe the batter into 5″ long and 3/4″ wide strips leaving about 1″ space in between the strips.
Sprinkle half the confectioner’s sugar over the ladyfingers and wait for 5 minutes. The sugar will pearl or look wet and glisten. Now sprinkle the remaining sugar. This helps to give the ladyfingers their characteristic crispness.
Hold the parchment paper in place with your thumb and lift one side of the baking sheet and gently tap it on the work surface to remove excess sprinkled sugar.
Bake the ladyfingers for 10 minutes, then rotate the sheets and bake for another 5 minutes or so until the puff up, turn lightly golden brown and are still soft.
Allow them to cool slightly on the sheets for about 5 minutes and then remove the ladyfingers from the baking sheet with a metal spatula while still hot, and cool on a rack.
Store them in an airtight container till required. They should keep for 2 to 3 weeks.

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Pineapple Challenge!

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Welcome to my pantry! Many months ago, Lloyd got on a pineapple kick where he was constantly buying fresh pineapples and occasionally actually eating them, but more often than not, they would rot on our counter. So he came up with the brilliant plan of buying a great big can of pineapple from Sam’s Club . . . which was never opened. In fact, it made the long haul from Texas to Nebraska, and still remains untouched.

I’ve decided that needs to change. So I am entering a Pineapple Challenge. The Challenge is to use up all this pineapple before it goes bad, and I will, of course, blog about it! I will open the big can some time next week, I think, after Lloyd has left (he just arrived today, so if I am remiss in posting in the next 6 days, you’ll know why). And I would LOVE some suggestions. Know of any good recipes using pineapple? Simple ones? Ones you’d just like to see me try? Please let me know, and I’ll try as many as I can. And we’ll see if my family can handle over 6  1/2 pounds of pineapple! Oy.

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Hash Browns

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

Ever made hash browns before? I hadn’t. But when made well, I know that I really like them, so I thought I ought to learn how. At the basic root, they seem pretty simple—it’s just fried shredded potatoes, but I will definitely need to work on my technique. I started with two potatoes, but only got around to cooking up one of them; the process was ickier than I had anticipated.

I took my one, washed potato and skipped the peeling stage (after all, the skin is good, too, right?) and proceeded to use my cheese grater on it. I then began to understand why peeling the potato probably would have been a smart move. Not only was I pretty much just making a juicy mess of potato shards, but the bits kept clumping together and the skin didn’t seem to want to be shredded. And I neglected to mention that I really hate shredding things. I have this horrible image in my head with every stroke that I’m going to slip and run my hand down the grater and end up shredding myself in a big, bloody mess. Pleasant, huh?

Well, I carried on through the shredding process, moving from the small side to the larger-holed grating, and I think that side worked a little better. By the time I got through the first potato, I was finished with the cheese grater. Next was drying out the potato bits. I had read that a potato ricer was the best tool for this, but my kitchen’s pretty sparse for nifty gadgets, so I squeezed the water out with paper towels. Went through quite a few paper towels! Also, another advantage to peeling the potato would be aesthetics. Because of the peel, my pile of grated potato was reddish-brown and did not look very appetizing.

Last step was cooking. I didn’t want them to be soggy and greasy so I didn’t pour a ton of oil in my skillet, but part-way through cooking it really started to smoke, so I added more oil. Of course I added too much. The good news is that they were not soggy; quite crunchy and not all-together awful. The bad news is that they were very greasy. But I did consume them. And so did Emma.

So ends another mediocre kitchen experience. I think it was fun to try, and I really want to try again. To recap: DO peel your potato, DO use the large side of grater (or find cool gadget that does not invoke fear of finger shredding), DO squeeze liquid out of potato bits, and DO NOT use as much oil! Anyone else have any good hash brown-making tips?

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Supercook

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

Have you been to supercook.com? I found it a little while ago as I was searching for a recipe to make with things I had on hand. Usually I use the ingredient search on allrecipes.com, but it was broken that night, and I stumbled across this website. Boy, am I thankful I did! It’s much better than anything else I’ve used.

I entered the ingredients I had, and it immediately started narrowing down a list of recipes I could make with the things I had.  It pulls from number of different cooking websites (including my much-used allrecipes), and even breaks the results down into the subcategories of Starters, Entrées, and Desserts. You can also choose ingredients to exclude, or pull  more ingredients in from their suggestion box. The results show recipes you have all the ingredients for first, and then begins listing the recipes while telling you what ingredients you still need.

There are a number of other features on this site that make it quite awesome, so you should definitely check it out! And if you’d like to save the recipes you’re trying, you can sign up for a free account and keep track of all the recipes you find. I’m really excited about this site, and thankful to have found it. Enjoy. :)

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Zuppa Toscana!

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

Today I am sharing with you a fabulous recipe; one that has been tested on real live subjects two times, and passed with flying colors both times! The first time I made it was just for Lloyd, and he enjoyed it so much that I made it again over the holidays for all of our family.

As usual, I tweaked this recipe because I liked so many things about a few different recipes. Also, as usual, I sort of guessed on some of the amounts, so I apologize about that, but I think it’s pretty easy to recreate without exact measurements.

Ingredients:
1 pound Italian sausage
1 1/4 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
4 slices bacon, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
1 large onion, diced
1 T minced garlic
approx 32 oz chicken broth
4-6 potatoes, thinly sliced
1 cup heavy cream, or milk
1 pkg tortellini

Cook the sausage and red pepper flakes until browned, and then drain and set aside. (I used my biggest pot; the original recipe calls for a dutch oven, which I don’t own, but the pot worked fine). Cook the bacon until crisp (this part seemed to take the longest, and I also used more than 4 slices of bacon the second time I made it—after all, I was feeding 5 grown men!). Drain the bacon, but leave a little bit of the drippings in the bottom with the bacon. And it’s also fine if a little bit of the sausage is still in there; you don’t have to be really picky because everything is ending up in this pot eventually anyway.

Next, add in the onions and garlic, cooking them until the onions are translucent, or about 5 minutes. Then add your chicken broth. You’re trying to make a thick soup here, but keep in mind that you will be adding potatoes and pasta, so there needs to be plenty of liquid to soak up. The original recipe called for over 60 oz of chicken broth, which seemed like a lot to me. I used one of the large boxes of broth, which I think was around 32 oz. Feel free to experiment with that part; I guess it depends how soupy you like it, too. I bought lots of broth, but when I was pouring it in, it just seemed like too much.

Bring it to boil over high heat, and then add the potatoes and continue to boil until the potatoes are tender (about 20 minutes). About 10 minutes into the boiling, add the tortellini as well. I’m sorry I can’t remember the actual size of the package, but it was probably around 12 oz. (I got the multi-colored kind for Emma.)

Reduce the heat to medium and add the heavy cream or milk (I used milk because I forgot to buy the heavy cream and it turned out just fine). Also add the cooked sausage and heat the whole thing through. Then serve it with a smile, and maybe some salad or something.

This recipe is very heavy, but really delicious. Emma even liked it when I used mild sausage. The second time I used hot sausage, though, and it was too spicy for her. There were no leftovers, and even Lloyd’s dad ate quite a bit, which I took to mean the recipe was a keeper, as he typically only eats raw foods. So if you’re looking for another way to serve good ol’ meat and potatoes, here it is!

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Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
I have trouble with the word no. Not when it pertains to answering my daughter’s pleas for candy, but when sweet little Girl Scouts knock on my door and ask me if I want some cookies. Of course I want some cookies! (I actually bought some just yesterday.) Or even when weird little boys come asking if I want to buy some discount card to help support his school. When we lived in York I was constantly getting these awkward teens at my door, who had this long speech about being a part of some speaking competition and I had to buy magazines to support them. Most of these kids didn’t need to be raising money–they needed to be finding a better speech coach. I remember not being able to understand a word of what one kid was saying, but I picked a magazine for the troops and wrote him a check for forty-five bucks. Ridiculous. (Later I followed up on the change-your-mind policy and spent a large portion of time on the phone with someone I could understand a little better, and cancelled my order. I’m such a wuss.)
The best story I have for my inability to refuse people, though, comes from a few months ago. We hadn’t been in our new house for very long, but III was big enough that he was eating baby food, and I was in the process of feeding him lunch when the doorbell rang. I got up quickly to answer it, and when I opened the door there was a 30-something blonde guy standing about 6 feet away from the door, looking slightly nervous. He was a little overweight, his hair was messy, and he was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We were still getting random people stopping by to check up on things like if the sprinkler system was working, so I initially assumed this was one of those cases.
He says to me something along the lines of, “Do you like to eat meat?” Umm…yes. “You enjoy a good steak or maybe some chicken?” Sure. “Which one?” Both. We eat meat. “Great! Well, I’ve got a great selection of meats and chicken, like lemon chicken pre-packaged for your convenience. Mind if my friend here shows you some of it? (So you’re asking if you guys can show me your meat?) Uhh…I guess. *looking anxiously at child who is grunting from right inside the door, impatient to have his lunch finished*
Now you see, this is one of those times where the ability to say no would come in handy. Or just the ability to not be dishonest while still getting rid of the guy. Yes, I like meat. I felt wrong about lying and saying I didn’t, and this is how those pesky salesmen get you. Up until this point he never even asked me if I wanted to buy anything–only if I generally liked it and if I could look at it. What was I to do?? It gets better.
Next thing I know, nervous blond guy is being led by large, somewhat-Mexican guy right into my dining room (note: it is also at this point that I realize I have not finished getting ready for the day after my shower and I am wearing a black bra under a white t-shirt, which was going to be fine, as I was intending on putting on a black vest over said shirt, but it’s too late to do anything about it now, so I’m a little self-conscious and just want these guys gone). I pick up III out of his highchair as a buffer, and Emma comes in and starts chattering at the guys who are trying to be friendly to her while still selling me on their meat.
They bring in two huge boxes full of individual boxes containing different cuts of beef and different prepared chicken. The large man then proceeds to pull out each box, open it and show me every single item. From filet mignon to NY strip, to chicken strips and chicken chicken patties. All twelve boxes. Then he tells me I have to buy a whole box at a time, but of course he’s offering a special deal today where if I buy the steak box, I can get the chicken box for half-off (or something like that). And of course, they’re offering all these meats at well below the cost you could find anything in the grocery store. It’s just that I don’t buy $400 worth of meat all at once. I don’t even have room for that much, and I could validly tell him I just couldn’t afford it.
Then he got pushy. And personal. “Well, when do you get paid again?” I believe it was in two days. So he assured me that the check I wrote would not get deposited and clear before then. I was firm this time, though. I don’t spend money I don’t have (well, my credit card balances would tell you otherwise…). So how about just the chicken? It’s cheaper. Would I like another look at it? Before I can answer, he starts pulling it out again, and this time, given the state of my dining room (uncleared dirty dishes, as usual), he knocks a glass off the table and it breaks all over the floor. Now he’s embarrassed and flustered, and I just want them gone. I send Emma out of the room, and III is getting mighty cranky as I watch the guy pick up as many pieces as he can. I remain polite and simply ask him for a brochure and if he can just come back later. He gives me the brochure, but all of a sudden is struck by the fact that he may have one random small box he can sell to me instead of the whole set, and he’ll give me a discount since he feels so horribly about breaking one of my glasses.
Before I can respond (again), he sends his little blond minion out to his truck to retrieve said box, and then knocks another five dollars off of the price as he is proceeding to just put it straight in my freezer for me. But the joke’s on him. You see, the day before Lloyd had placed a Coke in the freezer to chill and had forgotten about it, and I’m sure we all know what happens to cans of carbonated beverages left in a freezer–they explode. So as the guy opens the freezer, bits of can and frozen Coke come shooting out at him and go sliding across the floor, creating quite a scene of shock for all of us. I write the guy a check for forty bucks, take my eight filet mignons that are better than any a restaurant would serve, and the meat salesmen leave, never to return again.
The moral of the story is: become a vegetarian. ;)

I have trouble with the word no. Not when it pertains to answering my daughter’s pleas for candy, but when sweet little Girl Scouts knock on my door and ask me if I want some cookies. Of course I want some cookies! (I actually bought some just yesterday.) Or even when weird little boys come asking if I want to buy some discount card to help support his school. When we lived in York I was constantly getting these awkward teens at my door, who had this long speech about being a part of some speaking competition and I had to buy magazines to support them. Most of these kids didn’t need to be raising money—they needed to be finding a better speech coach. I remember not being able to understand a word of what one kid was saying, but I picked a magazine for the troops and wrote him a check for forty-five bucks. Ridiculous. (Later I followed up on the change-your-mind policy and spent a large portion of time on the phone with someone I could understand a little better, and cancelled my order. I’m such a wuss.)

The best story I have for my inability to refuse people, though, comes from a few months ago. We hadn’t been in our new house for very long, but III was big enough that he was eating baby food, and I was in the process of feeding him lunch when the doorbell rang. I got up quickly to answer it, and when I opened the door there was a 30-something blond guy standing about 6 feet away from the door, looking slightly nervous. He was a little overweight, his hair was messy, and he was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We were still getting random people stopping by to check up on things like if the sprinkler system was working, so I initially assumed this was one of those cases.

He says to me something along the lines of, “Do you like to eat meat?” Umm…yes. “You enjoy a good steak or maybe some chicken?” Sure. “Which one?” Both. We eat meat. “Great! Well, I’ve got a great selection of meats and chicken, like lemon chicken pre-packaged for your convenience. Mind if my friend here shows you some of it? (So you’re asking if you guys can show me your meat?) Uhh…I guess. **looking anxiously at child who is grunting from right inside the door, impatient to have his lunch finished**

Now you see, this is one of those times where the ability to say no would come in handy. Or just the ability to not be dishonest while still getting rid of the guy. Yes, I like meat. I felt wrong about lying and saying I didn’t, and this is how those pesky salesmen get you. Up until this point he never even asked me if I wanted to buy anything—only if I generally liked it and if I could look at it. What was I to do?? It gets better.

Next thing I know, nervous blond guy is being led by large, somewhat-Mexican guy right into my dining room (note: it is also at this point that I realize I have not finished getting ready for the day after my shower and I am wearing a black bra under a white t-shirt, which was going to be fine, as I was intending on putting on a black vest over said shirt, but it’s too late to do anything about it now, so I’m a little self-conscious and just want these guys gone). I pick up III out of his highchair as a buffer, and Emma comes in and starts chattering at the guys who are trying to be friendly to her while still selling me on their meat.

They bring in two huge boxes full of individual boxes containing different cuts of beef and different prepared chicken. The large man then proceeds to pull out each box, open it, and show me every single item. From filet mignon to NY strip, to chicken strips and chicken patties. All twelve boxes. Then he tells me I have to buy a whole box at a time, but of course he’s offering a special deal today where if I buy the steak box, I can get the chicken box for half-off (or something like that). And of course, they’re offering all these meats at well below the cost you could find anything in the grocery store. It’s just that I don’t buy $400 worth of meat all at once. I don’t even have room for that much, and I could validly tell him I just couldn’t afford it.

Then he got pushy. And personal. “Well, when do you get paid again?” I believe it was in two days. So he assured me that the check I wrote would not get deposited and clear before then. I was firm this time, though. I don’t spend money I don’t have (well, my credit card balances would tell you otherwise…). So how about just the chicken? It’s cheaper. Would I like another look at it? Before I can answer, he starts pulling it out again, and this time, given the state of my dining room (uncleared dirty dishes, as usual), he knocks a glass off the table and it breaks all over the floor. Now he’s embarrassed and flustered, and I just want them gone. I send Emma out of the room, and III is getting mighty cranky as I watch the guy pick up as many pieces as he can. I remain polite and simply ask him for a brochure and if he can just come back later. He gives me the brochure, but all of a sudden is struck by the fact that he may have one random small box he can sell to me instead of the whole set, and he’ll give me a discount since he feels so horribly about breaking one of my glasses.

Before I can respond (again), he sends his little blond minion out to his truck to retrieve said box, and then knocks another five dollars off of the price as he is proceeding to just put it straight in my freezer for me. But the joke’s on him. You see, the day before, Lloyd had placed a Coke in the freezer to chill and had forgotten about it, and I’m sure we all know what happens to cans of carbonated beverages left in a freezer—they explode. So as the guy opens the freezer, bits of can and frozen Coke come shooting out at him and go sliding across the floor, creating quite a scene of shock for all of us. I write the guy a check for forty bucks, take my eight filet mignons that are better than any a restaurant would serve (except they weren’t really that good), and the meat salesmen leave, never to return again.

The moral of the story is: become a vegetarian. ;)

Oh, and I really need to work on saying no.

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Daring

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wanted to try to make incredibly difficult, or at least complicated, desserts. The kinds of desserts that require planning, and time, and that I’d be willing to pay for at a restaurant. But getting motivated to do that is another story. I feel like if I am going to be spending extra time preparing something, it should be for manicotti, or some sort of main dish, not a delectable, but probably not too good for you, treat.

Well, that’s about to change. At least once a month. I joined The Daring Kitchen, after seeing it on my friend Melanie’s blog. It’s a pretty cool project, and they’ve got this whole super secret thing going on each month, so that just makes it seem more fun. Once you join, you gain access to their secret message boards, where a recipe is posted at the same time each month. The host of that month’s recipe sets forth the rules, and everyone must make the recipe just as directed. Then, on the reveal date, you post your experience on your blog, with a special tag, and you get to see how everyone else did.

There’s two dares you can join: baking and cooking. I chose to only do the baking, as I’m pretty sure I’ll like everything there is (as will my family!). I mean, just look at what August’s challenge was! It’s only one recipe a month, so I think that’s pretty do-able, and there’s a little bit of accountability since you know other people are also baking it (and you get kicked off if you miss too many challenges). Or I guess you could wait till everyone’s posted and then make the recipe, but I like being a part of a secret baking society.

While I’m on the subject of food (and since I haven’t actually done a challenge yet; have to wait till Oct), I started looking around at a bunch of food blogs. Man, did that make me hungry! The pictures some of these people take are amazing! Thought I’d share a few that caught my eye:

Gluten a go go: Filled with recipes for those with allergy issues

Tuesdays with Dorie:  Same concept as the Daring Kitchen, only more frequent, and you must own the book, written by Dorie Greenspan. The food looks amazing!

A whisk and a spoon: She’s a Tuesday baker, and I love her pictures!

bell’ alimento: Beautiful. Food. Design. Just beautiful.

Well, I think that’s enough for today. I’m hungry now. Really, really hungry.

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