05/15/2013

charred ramp & olive tapenade on jarlsberg crostini

Since turning 30, I’ve been mulling over what the term “grown-up” means.  When I was younger, I thought being a grown-up was nothing short of awesomeness.  You can stay up as late as you want, eat whatever you want, you get to drive a car, and you always have cash in your wallet for unexpected emergencies, like the ice cream truck.

Unfortunately, we eventually grow up and realize all of these perks are true.  The trouble is we pay for the consequences of our grown-up actions, in the form of things like car insurance and numbers on the scale. I may be a grown-up who lives and dies by the Mr. Softee truck, but I find myself throwing in an extra workout just to keep chocolate softserve off of my thighs.

The thing is, when I was a kid, I never realized the sheer amount of anxiety that comes along with being an adult.  Maybe it’s because I’m a woman, maybe it’s because I’m high strung, but I worry about everything.

Will the rent get paid?

Have I had enough protein in my diet today?

Is the Big Man going to get hit by a subway train on his way to work?

Am I going to get hit by a train?  Maybe I’ll just stand a little farther back from the platform edge.  And I’ll text him to do the same, just in case.

I’ve been working my way through Mad Men lately, starting from the beginning on Netflix.  The characters on the show are what I thought adulthood would be when I was younger.  Grown-ups are Betty Draper, in all of her young-housewife glory, serving Heinekens and mini meatballs at a cocktail party and drinking bourbon while pregnant.  (I’ve matured a bit since then, obviously)

I’ll be heading to the Eat Write Retreat in Philly in a few weeks, and I am beside myself with excitement.  I need a good shake up, a weekend away with other food blogger nerds, something to reinvigorate my writing ans blogging.  In preparation for the big weekend away, the EWR team sent me a big, fat goody-box full of OXO tools and a couple of cans of California Ripe Olives.  The OXO gadgets were for my own personal squealy enjoyment, but the olives – my “secret ingredient” and a sponsor of the weekend- were to be made into an appetizer.  Attendees who  participate in developing an appetizer recipe for the “Amazing Apps Challenge” are entered into competition, and the winning recipe will  be chosen on the last night of the retreat.

What else says, “I’m pretending to be a grownup with party appetizers” than cheese crostini with olive tapanade?  To up the ante, I included a big leafy batch of ramps, the darlings of springtime food nerd cooking.  Ramps are those wild onions you’ve probably been hearing everyone gush about- garlicky and versatile, they make foodies froth at the mouth and scoop them up out of the farmer’s markets in droves.  Charred ramps mixed with diced California Ripe Olives and lemon zest makes a tapenade that is buttery, lemony and mellow.  It is beautiful when slathered atop melted Jarlsberg cheese crostini.    

They’re the perfect little appetizer when hosting a grownup, Betty Draper- style cocktail party; just please make sure nobody’s drinking bourbon while pregnant.

(click here to print this recipe)

charred ramp and olive tapenade on jarlsberg crostini
serves 8-10 as an appetizer
6-7 thin slices of good, crusty bread
¼ pound Jarlsberg swiss cheese, sliced
1 bunch fresh ramps, cleaned thoroughly (about 6-7 ramps)
1 can (6oz) California Ripe Olives, drained and minced
2 lemons
1 clove garlic, minced
2 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for brushing and tossing
salt and pepper to taste
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Heat the oven to 400*F.  Cut or tear the bread slices into bite sized pieces.  Brush or drizzle with olive oil, then lay a slice of cheese on each piece, and set the bread aside.
Fire up your grill to medium, or heat a ridged grill pan on medium-high heat until very hot.  Toss the ramps with a drizzle of olive oil and a good pinch of salt and pepper.  Grill the ramps until char marks appear.  Allow to cool slightly, then mince.
Zest both lemons, reserving 2 tablespoons of zest and setting aside.  Combine the remaining zest with the minced olives, then juice the lemons and add the juice to the mixture.  Add in the minced ramps, 2 tablespoons of olive oil and the minced garlic.  Toss well to combine.  Season to taste with salt and pepper.  
Toast the Jarlsberg crostini until the edges of the bread have browned and the cheese is melted through.  Remove from the oven and top each crostini with a spoonful of tapenade, then sprinkle with the reserved zest.  Serve immediately.  

 

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05/08/2013

homemade yogurt

I started making homemade yogurt a few months ago, and it is so ridiculously easy that afterward, I felt like facepalming myself.  Seriously, who knew how simple this stuff was!?  Not scaredy-cat me, apparently (live cultures intimidate me!)

While I like to fantasize about being a dirty hippie who wears flowers in her hair, I had never actually toed the waters of homemade yogurt-making.  Recently, however, while logging grocery receipts for taxes, I noticed that nearly every shopping trip included a tub of yogurt.   As you may imagine, I go grocery shopping fairly often, so this added up to a lot of yogurt over the last fiscal year.  Determined to stop spending so much money on something I knew I could make myself,  I gathered up my dirty hippie gumption, scoured the internet comparing recipes until I had come up with my own, and made my first batch of homemade yogurt.  Stick it to the man, I said!  I’ll let my own jar of milk fester in a corner till I’m ready to eat it!  Take that, Fage!

Dirty hippie fantasizing is only the tip of the iceberg, though.  Learning how to make my own homemade yogurt allows me to tentatively move into the world of home-fermenting.  Lately I’ve become a total stalker of home fermenters on the internet.  They, of their homemade vinegars and sauerkrauts.  It’s all so impressive!  Fermenting intimidates me the way canning intimidates me.  One misstep during preparation, and before I know it, part of my face is falling off because I contracted some weird disease due to incorrect ph levels and bacteria.

Luckily, homemade yogurt has none of that terror.  It’s so simple!  It lets me wear my big girl fermenting pants, and feel like a boss as I pour thick, beautiful streams of tangy, homemade yogurt into my smoothies every morning. Never made homemade yogurt, either?  Read closely.  It’s very complicated:

1.       Heat milk.

2.       Let it sit till lukewarm.

3.       Add 3 tablespoons of active yogurt that’s been mixed with milk till thinned.

4.       Let the jar sit overnight.

5.       The next day, eat your yogurt.

Am I right or am I right?  Like a boss.

(click here to print the recipe)

homemade yogurt
makes 1 quart

note:  to make the yogurt set easier, use milk that is at least 2% milkfat and has not been ultra-pasteurized.

1 quart plus 2 tablespoons fresh, non-homogenized milk
3 tablespoons fresh, active yogurt
1 quart-sized, non-reactive-metal container, clean and dry.
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In a medium sized saucepan, heat 1 quart of milk over medium-low heat.  A skin will form on top of the milk; once it does, watch it closely.  The milk will start to simmer underneath the skin.  Just before it starts to boil, remove the milk from the heat (it should register about 150*F at this point).

Pour the milk into a non-reactive container and set it aside to cool.  Let the milk reach about 100*F; this should take about 20 minutes.  A new skin will form on top.  Do not touch the container or stir the milk.

In a small bowl, mix the 3 tablespoons of yogurt with 2 tablespoons of milk.  After the milk in the non-reactive container has sufficiently cooled, carefully pour this mixture into the container, trying not to disturb the skin if possible.

Cover the container with a cheesecloth or a thin towel, and set it in a warm, dry corner for at least eight hours.  I usually leave mine overnight; the longer you leave it, the thicker the yogurt becomes.

Chill, tightly covered, for at least 4 hours before use.  The yogurt will keep for 4 to 5 days in the refrigerator. 

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05/02/2013

brown sugar meringues (for #LeftoversClub)

It still amazes me sometimes, this cooking thing.   Take brown sugar meringues, for example.  Two egg whites at the bottom of a large mixing bowl do not look like much.  A half a cup of brown sugar isn’t exactly a huge amount of anything, either.  But add a pinch of salt and the simple addition of air, and suddenly I’m spooning clouds of sweet meringue into a pastry bag and piping row after row onto a baking sheet. 

The Big Man and I just returned home after another whirlwind weekend out of town.  This time we went from New York to South Jersey to Baltimore and back again.  On Saturday, I and another girlfriend threw a baby shower for one of our closest friends.  The next day the Big Man and I packed up our rental car and drove to Baltimore for a wedding.  The groom and I have known each other since we were kids.

I served these brown sugar meringues at the baby shower, on a fold-out table in the backyard of a farm, under the branches of an enormous, ancient tree.  Of all the items I had stress-baked for the shower, these meringues were my favorite.  Just three ingredients and some time with a mixer, and they were a hit; not too sweet, a little crispy-chewy, and perfect with tall glass of iced tea.

I feel like the relationships in my life start out like the bowl of plain egg whites, lonely and unadorned at the bottom of a mixing bowl. They might not look like much, but after time and air and sugar, the bowl is filled with goodness.

I like those lists, the plans I have, the ways I attempt to keep my life in order.  I feel so much more in control when I write things down.  But who knows about the unknown uncontrollable paths we really travel along?   Who could have guessed the random path that brought me to here, standing under a huge tree in a backyard, watching tablecloths whip in the wind and swallowing away a lump in my throat?  That a little boy I knew in kindergarten would someday grow up and walk down the aisle with his new wife.  That the little things, like two plain egg whites at the bottom of a bowl, would whip into something so huge and wonderful.

This post is part of the Leftovers Club, a blogger network of once-a-month posts where we ship our leftover treats to another food blogger.  This week felt especially sweet to me; I was paired with Ann Marie from Let’s Give Peas a Chance, and she’s down in Baltimore- perfect, since I’ve been getting all sappy over Baltimore these past few weeks.  I have a date with FedEx this afternoon to get the Chocolate Stout Brownies she’s sent, and I can.not.wait.  I’ll probably eat them in the cab on the way home.  Keep an eye out for your meringues, Ann Marie!  (If I can stop myself from eating them on the way to FedEx, that is!)

Check out our list below the recipe for more Leftovers Club posts, and if you’re a food blogger, join the love!  Go here for more details on the club. 

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brown sugar meringues
lightly adapted from Meringue, by Linda Jackson and Jennifer Gardner.

makes 30-50 meringues, depending on the size

2 egg whites, room temperature
large pinch of coarse sea salt
½ cup brown sugar

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note: to pipe the meringues, you will need a pastry tip.  I recommend a size #9 closed star pastry size.  See it here in the omeletta store.
In a glass or stainless steel bowl and using a hand mixer set to medium-low, whip the egg whites until foamy.  Add the salt and continue to whip until soft peaks form.
Add the sugar and turn the mixer to medium-high.  Whip until the mixture turns glossy and stiff peaks form.  
Preheat the oven to 200*F.
Place a pastry tip at the bottom of a pastry bag or a plastic bag with the tip cut off (see note) Pour the meringue mix into a pastry bag or a plastic baggie with the tip cut out.  If you don’t have an extra hand helping in the kitchen, place the bag inside a tall pint glass and fill it that way.  
Pipe the meringues into flat cookies, leaving a little “foot” tip at the end if you’d like.  Alternatively, you can pipe them into rounds- whichever you prefer.
Bake for 75 minutes.  Turn off the oven, prop the oven door open slightly, and allow the meringues to sit for at least another hour in the oven.  
These are best the next day, after they have sat out overnight.  To store, keep in a closed container in a cool, dry place.  The meringues wiill keep for several weeks this way.

More Leftovers Club posts!

Savory Simple - Quinoa Energy Bars
The Girl In The Little Red Kitchen - Cashew Butter and Blackerry Jam Thumbprint Cookies
Dining with Dani - Pancakes and Bacon Cookies
Eats Well With Others - Salted Caramel Shortbread
Frugal Foodie Mama - Cookie Butter Pecan Bars
Let’s Give Peas a Chance - Chocolate Stout Brownies
Budget Gourmet Mom - Crisp Oatmeal Cookie Sandwiches
Sugar Dish Me - Strawberry Lemonade Loaf
Roxana’s Home Baking  - Chocolate chip bars
O’Boy! Organic - Rhubarb Cake
Eat Bake Drink Cook - Everything Cookies
Healthy. Delicious. - Carrot Cake Granola
Souffle Bombay - Sweet & Spicy Pecans
The Spiced Life - Garam Masala Caramel Corn
Whey Beyond the Naked Truth - Chia Seed Protein Bites

 

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04/25/2013

deviled eggs

The end of April is sort of a random time to be posting about deviled eggs, I know.  Easter was over ages ago, and I’ve already swooned over eggs in this series of posts.  Yet here I am, with an egg recipe.

 

Hey eggs- I just can’t quit you.

I’ve always been a rabid fan of deviled eggs.  I especially am a rabid fan for my grandmother’s deviled eggs.  Whenever there is a major family event that requires food, I’d beg her to make them for me.

  Stating the reason of seasonality in cooking, she would refuse my pleads every Thanksgiving, random birthday, the dog’s birthday, Fourth of July (“It’s too hot for eggs, are you crazy?”), and Christmas- but come Easter, she would gift me with my own plate of deviled eggs.  And I, little porker in training, would stand in her kitchen and eat them one-by-one.

A few days before the Big Man and I got married, we threw a barbecue at my parent’s house to welcome out-of-town guests.  My grandma showed up with my own special plate of deviled eggs and I freaked out, then hid them in the garage and ate them there so no one would ask me to share.  I think I gave two to the Big Man, which was a huge sacrifice for me.  You know, learning to compromise in marriage and all that.

  I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly why her eggs are better than anyone else’s, and the only thing I’ve come up with is that grandmas just do it better.  You can’t duplicate grandma’s cooking.   In the meantime, I’ve painstakingly developed my own banging deviled egg recipe.  If you need me, I’ll be hiding in the garage and not sharing.

(click here to print this recipe)

deviled eggs
makes 12
6 eggs, room temperature
1 teaspoon strong mustard (I recommend Coleman’s)
1/2 teaspoon olive tapenade (or about 8 black olives, very finely minced)
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon mayonnaise
1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar
juice from 1/2 lemon (about 1 tablespoon)
paprika, to taste (optional)
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Bring a large pan of water to a rolling boil and then reduce heat to medium, so that the water is boiling but not overly so. Gently drop the eggs into the water, taking care not to break the shells. Allow to boil for 5 minutes, then turn off the heat, cover the pot, and let the eggs sit in the hot water for another 5-10 minutes. Remove the eggs from the water.
Under cold running water, peel away the shells and set each egg aside. Discard the shells. Slice each egg in half and scoop out the yolks into a medium sized bowl. Add the mustard, olive, mayonnaise, apple cider vinegar, and lemon. Mix together until well blended and there are no more lumps. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
Spoon the mixture back into the hollow of each egg. Sprinkle with paprika, if you wish. Serve cold.

 

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04/22/2013

table scrapped 4/22/13

It’s time for another Table Scraps!

source: Historiful (http://historiful.tumblr.com)

I know you are just so, so excited, Oh my God!

April 22, 2013

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Here’s a tumblr that showcases my new favorite popsicles, SchadenFreezers.  The stick will say something like,

“How many lives does a cat have?”

After you eat the popsicle, the answer is revealed and it says:

“One.”

The truth hurts, kid.  Sometimes having a popsicle just doesn’t make life any better, you know?

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Here’s another reason to think of Jack White as the awesomest person on the face of planet Earth.  I have so many feels about what he has to say here regarding harnessing creativity in your life; but it would take me a long time to finish my gush and I know you have things to do after this, so please just listen:

(Keep making people from Michigan look good, Jack!)

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Source: mentalfloss.com

Here’s proof that loving naps just means you’re part of a long, historically significant tradition:

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I freaking love this art installation in the city right now: Recalling 1993.  Find a payphone anywhere in the city, dial 1-855-For-1993, and you’ll get a recorded voice telling you historical info about that area in the year 1993.  (My boy Batali is one of the voices!)

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Ready for some tune-age?

I know I shared Langhorn Slim last week.  But I can’t stop listening to his voice lately.  He sounds like Ray Lamontagne after he smoked fifty cigarettes and sang through a mouthful of rocks. And we all know how gushy I get over much I love my sandpapery-voiced, eternally cranky Ray Lamontagne.

(Is this widget not showing up on your browser?  Click here for Amazon mp3 link)

(click here to hear the entire song on youtube)

(iTunes links are coming soon!) 

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Want more?  Check out the Table Scraps archive!

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