Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Nom's 2011 Last Minute Gift Guide

Everyone loves gift giving....when they get their shopping done as early as I do. (those presents were purchased, wrapped and under my decorated tree before Dec 1st....I know its not a game but I win at Christmas...well I at least level up)

So while save for a few small last minute things, I am done with Christams. However, I realize I am in a minority and most of you will spend this last week before the holiday clawing bitches in the eye at the mall. This is of course unless you are Jewish in which case TODAY you will be clawing bitches in the eye at the mall because Chanukah starts tonight so move yo ass!

So in light of this pending holiday here are some last minute gift ideas for the foodies in your life:


For Your Friend Who Loves Good Food And Wants To Learn To Cook:

Martha Stewart's Cooking School: Brilliant foundation book that covers all the basics of cooking.






For Your Friend Who Is….Long Story Short….On The $20 Gift List

Ikea Coffee Accessories http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/70149125/

For Your Friend Who Is….Long Story Short….On The $20 Gift List….and Kathy Lee
Wine Tasting Sampler: This is cool. You get six bottles of wine, can taste a few different vintages then buy big-kid sized bottles of the ones you like

http://www.tastingroom.com/

For Your Friend Who Likes To Hit The Sauce In Style
A Bottle Of Quality Bourbon and Whisky Stones

http://www.amazon.com/Teroforma-1220-Whisky-Stones/dp/B002GZX2DE

For Your Friend Who’s Like….Whatever
S’Well Water Bottles
http://swellbottle.com/shop-now



For Your Friend You Secretly Hate
Julie & Julia By Julie Powell: Your friend is really a freinamy so why not reward her by giving her a book she’ll think is right up her alley but is really a chronicling of the worlds most self-indulgent blogger/home cook’s attempts to garner fame off the greatness of Mrs. Julia Child by writing a mind-numbing detailed account of her chronic temper tantrums and boring life stories….what can you say. You saw it and it made you think of her.
http://www.amazon.com/Julie-Julia-Recipes-Apartment-Kitchen/dp/031610969X

Monday, December 12, 2011

Top Five Ways To Host A Party Like It's Yo Job!!!

I love magazines (who doesn’t) but I hate clutter so I try as routinely as possible to go through my old magazines and remove any items I want to keep (for my Recipe, fashion and design books respectively) then discard the rest. Well I was flipping through a Bon Appetit on entertaining and read an article by The Foodist called My (Highly Debatable) Rules of Entertaining. So in light of my (I think) successful diner party this past week I thought I should write a list of my rules for entertaining:

1. You Are Only As Good As The Company You Keep. I’m not too big of a fan of mantras, the utterance of which does tend to suggest considerable time in support groups, or an overly enthusiastic amount of attention is paid to one’s self. However even I have a few. And one of them is “life it too short to eat bad food, drink bad wine, read bad books and hang out with people who suck” (yes I did just quote myself) I try to think of this simple phrase whenever I am in the diner-party planning stage. As a rule then only those who can contribute lively conversation and appreciate good eats can earn a seat at my table and by setting my quality of guest as high as I do, a delicious menu follows suit. It’s the least I can do for the guests who will inevitably make my evening a success. Plus passion follows passion; I love to surround myself with awesome people and therefore people I want to treat right. I should also note that adventurous eaters are nice, but not necessary; However, picky eaters will not be tolerated. No one wants to slave over an elaborate meal only to have one or more of their guests inform them that they cannot eat XY or Z because even though they have never had it “they don’t like it”.

2. Hire a Cruise Director: Everyone means well. Remember that when your pots are boiling over and there are now three apex markers in the kitchen where you are trying to keep the tasty in meal who’s delicious doesn’t materialize till the fourth quarter. Your friends love you! And to some of them, the idea that they are sitting by idly while you work your ass off over a hot stove makes them crazy. (for the record I am not one of those people and will keep planted on my fanny while you work). And as a practical matter, people are coming to the door, need to be greeted, want to thank you for inviting them etc etc. This is why I ask at least one of my friends to come about an hour early to help me prep. They have the important job of getting coats, ushering people out of my kitchen and beginning the boozing process (I have found that even the most helpful of friends desire to elevate your taxing chores is easily put in check with a stiff cocktail)

2.5: Hire a Cruise Director: This is also the code name I put in my notebook when I’m planning everything out for the cocktail I serve before dinner. It serves an invaluable social function (see above) as well as it wets the whistle and prepares the palette for the Armageddon of tasty it’s about to experience.

3. It’s Your Party: but please don’t cry even if you want to. It’s unbecoming. Do feel free to steer conversations, declare start and finish times and tell people when it’s time to quit hittin the sauce.

4. Write This Shit Down: I am basically a moron and cannot remember anything ever. So I always make a “plan” for my parties. I write down a slew of recipe ideas, note which are easy/hard/time consuming/ etc and then make my final decisions as to what to serve. From that I generate my grocery list. It seems simple but taking the two seconds to write this down helps insure nothing is forgotten, not purchased, etc.

5. Have Fun: if hosting parties stresses you out don’t do it! I always approach every function I host with the same attitude of utter relaxation: if things go wrong so what, if the dinner is crappy, whatevs. If someone has a shit fit or gets into a fight who cares. I took the time to surround myself with people who love to eat good food but they love me more and no matter what everyone is going to have something to talk about the next day, even if it is because my subpar cooking ended up forcefully pushed into someone elses face during post- hours devours fisticuffs. S’all good

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me Bitches

So yours truly has just turned 26, and as a way of staving off the pending quarter-life crisis that one associates with turning 4 years shy of 30 I threw a party.

Now I know what you’re thinking (mostly because everyone I knew asked me this) if it’s your birthday why are you doing all the work? Well reader, I decided that my birthday is about more than just turning another year older: it’s about celebrating me and what better way to celebrate me and all I bring to the world then by letting me show off my mad-skillz in the kitchen.

The menu:
Apple, Rosemerry Beacon Braciole with Stout Gravy
Pomegranate Brussels Sprouts
Roasted potatoes
Devils food cake with 7-minute frosting.

Let’s start with the Braciole. I make it a habit of routinely breaking the “don’t make something new for a party” rule and this party was no exception. And I wanted to take it one step further and make up the recipe too. I have to say I was pleased as punch with the result though so as always my reckless party planning went without a hitch.

Stout Braciole
2 lb flank steak
1 cup bread crumbs
4 pieces beacon
1 green apple
2 sprigs rosemary
I bottle of Guinness
2 carrots
1 onion
2 stalks of celery
3 cloves of garlic, peeled and whole
Beef stock

- Pre-heat oven to 350
- In a Dutch Oven, cook the beacon on med-low until the beacon is crispy and to render out the fat. Remove beacon and add to a bowl with diced apple, breadcrumbs and 1 sprig of chopped rosemary. (remove Dutch Oven from meat until you use it so it doesn’t smoke).
- Butterfly the flank steak (ie split in half, leaving an inch at the end of the steak so you can open it like a book.

- Stuff the barciole with the stuffing, and roll like a jelly role. Tie with cotton kitchen twine.
- Heat the Dutch Oven over med, and add a few tablespoons of extra-virgin olive oil to the pan along with the reserved beacon fat. (this is to give the meat a little more of that beacon taste but it certainly could be skipped if you wanted to prepare the braciole up to this point a day ahead. Then just brown in olive oil) Brown the braciole on all sides (between a minute or two per side). Remove
- In the same oven, cook the onion, carrots and celery till softened and onions are translucent (4 mins) then add garlic and cook 1 more minute.
- Add the bottle of Stout and about a cup of beef stock, season with salt and pepper, and boil briefly (5 mins). Add the braciole and cover.
- Place in oven for 1 hour, basting half way. Then uncover, baste and cook 30 minutes more.
- Remove and slice steak. Cook down sauce over high for 5-10 minutes and then puree.
- Serve.
Side note: my future husband Josh Groban was on Live! With Kelly Ripa and they made braised short ribs in Stout. Copycats….marriage is off Mr. Groban

Pomegranate Brussels Sprouts
- So this recipe was sortof a Bobby Flay recipe in that I saw a recipe by Bobby Flay that sounded delicious decided to make it, and then when it presented me with two substantial problems I made it completely different. First it asked for a pomegranate molasses which I had no idea how to locate nor did I care to so I opted to make a vinaigrette instead. Then I went to roast the Brussels and found I had no more room so I cooked them in a pan. The result is nothing like the original but was pretty tasty. My only grip with it was I went to Fitzies to get the Brussels and I could only get them in small containers. The result was unnecessarily priced and I had no control over the size of the sprouts which ranged from the size of a normal Brussels sprout to the size of a small cabbage so they were not cooked as evenly as I wanted.
Vinaigrette: Halve a pomegranate and remove seeds. Reserve juice from this process and whisk into it Champagne Vinegar and salt and pepper. Then add EVOO until you have a vinaigrette.
Take Brussels sprouts and slice in half. Brown lightly in a large pan, and then add a cup or so of water and cover, steaming until cooked through and soft. Remove from heat and toss with vinaigrette, pomegranate seeds and hazelnuts.

All and all the party was quite a success: god food, good friends and four bottles of wine….the Niezabitowski recipe for success

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Secrets, Lies and Power-outages


Dear Readers,
I think I’m having one of those crises typical of most bloggers. I never find the motivation to blog, so why do I do it. This Generation Y crisis of faith has recently taken a whole of yours truly who consistently feels guilt over leaving you (both of you) hanging with my recent adventures.
In an attempt to rectify my past mistakes I have both a few excuses and a promise of reperation.
First, the excuses. My dad has a saying, excuses are like assholes; everybody has one. And while this is true let me offer you mine. I feel like November never happened at all. First, and I don’t know how many of you caught this one the news/are locals and heard about the massive black-outs we CT residents had after an unseasonal snow storm just before Halloween. Well we all went to a Halloween party the day before, and in the middle of the “snow storm” that I was convinced wouldn’t be a big deal we all lost power. And I mean all of us. The whole damn state. We left our party local and drove home the next morning, and it look like someone had bombed our hometown. Well needless to say we spent a good 10 days or so without heat, power, cell phone charging, enjoying Chinese food (literally the only show in town) trying not to go Jack Nickolson a la The Shining on each other, and listening to CL&P press conferences like the desperate wrecks we were. I went back to work late in the week rather then early like I usually do to make up for lost days, then began our annual anniversary sale which meant I worked almost everyday till 8. I spent countless hours with delightful customers (not sarcasm) and ending each day with a glass of champagne (eat it P-Diddy). When life resumed it’s normal pace the following week I was shocked to discover that half of November was done (where did a week of my life go? Oh yeah I spent it huddled around a fire place freezing my Bo Jangles off). Next thing I knew it was Thanksgiving, which was claimed by my mother this year so I didn’t make anything….so sorry no stories there besides it was delicious.
So while this is merely an excuse for leaving you high and dry on the culinary front, it is nevertheless my unfortunate truth.
Now on to the positive: It is almost my birthday soon!! And despite likely having a quarter life crisis, I will also be serving a hell of a diner to my lovely friends.
Menu:
Apple, beacon, rosemary Braciole with Stout gravy
Roasted potatoes (I think)
Homemade birthday cake (and I am kindof hell bent on making it pink)

Plus, I also plan on hosting my first holiday party. Partially (ok mostly) because I have been in school, the Christmas season has not been so much about celebration as it has been about outlines, finals and tears. But now that I am a few months school free (I should get a chip) I am actually in the Christmas spirit and therefore plan to show off the decorations my aunt and I pain over by hosting a Yuletide Fete.
So there are going to be at least two blogs this month. It’s better than nothing.
Cheers
Alex

Monday, October 24, 2011

Breakin The Law....Breakin the Law

Top Ten Food Crimes (My list)
Inspired by Chow's Top Ten Food Crimes, I have endevered to create my own Top Ten Food Crimes Punishable by Death:

- Undertiping: We can treat this under a three strikes rule because let’s be honest, we have all been too sloshed, too distracted or too bad at math to have not done this at least once. However, repeat offenders must be punished by death. Or they have to eat a meal after their waiter spit in it.

- Well Done Steak: like steak?! why not try it with all the flavor cooked out. I don’t fault someone their life choices but I will never understand you well-done folks. Sorry. Punishment: before I serve you I will remark that I cooked it till it was done then cooked in 30 minutes more…..just for you

- People that won’t cook a steak well-done: (This person is real) OK we get it! You like steak medium. Well-done steak tastes like raw-hide. But who the hell are you to tell others they are doing something the “wrong way”. You don’t have to eat it. So get off your high horse and put the steak back on the grill you pretentious ass. Punishment: your steak gets cooked well too…ha

- Garlic salt: what did your food ever do to you. Punishement: death

- Mayonnaise on a burger: un really? Is this Canada? And does a meal that is delicious BECAUSE it celebrates the natural juiciness of fatty beef product sometimes smothered in cheese really need another 300 calories of fat globbed on top? Punishement: Mayonnaise-boarding

- White Beans in Mexican Food: ever since I read Alex Kapronous’s book Sound Bite, and he mentions getting Mexican with white beans I have been scared. Punishment: I’ll smash all your Franz Ferdinand CD’s

- Bad Cookies: and someone explain to me why the worst cookies always come from someone who claims to make “awesome cookies”. Awesome my ass. It has half a chocolate chip in it and it can double as a hockey puck. Punishment: death

- Everything Bagels Without Salt: so in other words, Almost Everythings. Like corn fields and incest, the farther you are from any metropolitan area, the more likely this is. Punishment: Flogging with a log of Phili Cream cheese in a sock

- Calling a Sub a Grinder: a Hoogie, Sub, Submarine, Hero, Wedge….all acceptable. A grinder? That is something you get in a strip club. Punishment: Grinder from Dick Cheney. And if you ask underage children to engage in Simsburys Annual Grinder Sale? Then you join the list of registered foodie offenders

- Calling Hamburger, Hamburg: Starting just shy of Connecticut’s norther boarder and suddenly you can order Hamburg in your calzones or buy it by the pound in the grocery store, which is strange because IT”S STILL IN GERMANY!!! Once upon a time someone wondered what you called a hamburger before it was formed and figured Hamburg! I am a genius! And so for generations chop meat was so named. Look I know it,s the north and I know having your head up your ass is a great way to keep your ears warm but here is a basic lesson: When it’s ground meat i’ts Hamburger, when it’s formed its a hamburger patty and when it’s the second largest city in Germany it’s Hamburg. Punishment: a slap in the face for every second of my life you waste arguing with me about this idiocy

artistic credit to Lauren "P-nut" Niezabitowski for my erotic dancing sandwich

Monday, October 17, 2011

How Bout Them Apples Party

So I’m not sure why it’s taken me an eon to write this entry about my dinner party but I regret to inform you that this post is almost two weeks late. My friends and I decided that with the pending Halloween holiday that we all wanted to throw different themed parties. Mine, we decided should be first and it was going to be a Single-Man party. Not a everyone had to be a single man though that could be a good theme, but rather a theme that revolved around the film A Single Man directed by Tom Ford. Haven’t seen it? Go now.
Well, I went for a walk in the park behind my house and made quite a discovery. You know how parks have those roofed picnic areas? Well Stratton Forrest has one with a fire place! I know! So suffice to say my theme party had lost its theme and become an outdoor picnic by fireplace.
Every day I checked the weather and every day Sunday promised to be sunny and bright. Every day that is but the night before my party when I got the super fun news that it was going to rain. Party was moving inside.
Then a certain friend had pretty much the shittiest week ever. I debated making Xanax an hours devours.
Well I’m pleased to report that despite these minor set-backs the party was a success. Let’s hear it for the healing properties of friends and alcohol.
The unofficial food-theme was apples. Here is the menu:
Apple-cheddar Palmiers
Roast Chicken with Apple-Sage-Sourdough Stuffing, and Balsamic Onions
Sweet Potato Casserole (See thanksgiving)
Fried Apple Rings with Blue cheese sauce
Hard Apple Cider
And finally, Apple Tart Titan

First things first. The Apple Tart Titan. Let me just say that I routinely have a problem with things that need to be flipped out of a pan. So I made the wise executive decision to make something with caramel that needed to be flipped out of a pan before a party. Suffice to say I was shitting a brick the whole time I was making it. Well it came out, except for a few apples which were easily removed and put back on the tart, which was baller by the way. Not too sweet considering it’s apple and caramel, and definitely something I would make again.
Next the Chicken. Quick Recipe:
Unpack and rinse the chicken, season the cavity with salt and pepper. Quick trick with this. I like to put salt and pepper in a small prep bowl before I season so I can move the chicken around while seasoning without worrying about any cross contamination. Take a stick of butter and cut it in half. Using your index finger, separate the skin of the chicken breast from the meat and insert one half of the butter with a sprig of rosemary. In essence you are giving the chicken what looks like a breast implant made out of butter. Place in a roasting pan with halved onions (cut the onion at both “pointy” ends to remove skin and make sure the onion has a flat bottom to stand on). I consult Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook for cooking time and temperature. About half way through cooking, when you open the oven to baste the bird, drizzle a few tablespoons of balsamic vinegar on the onions.
The onions are what I like to call a “people pleaser”. I have never met anyone….ever….who didn’t like these onions. So making them is like dousing your recipes in truffle oil. It’s kindof a cheap ploy to get people to like your food. Trust me on this.
Also, I made them and in my haste to cut my bird I forgot to put them out. So until someone said, “wait! Where are the onions?” they didn’t make it onto the table. So note two” Serve them!!!
Lastly the Palmiers. Take two apples (I tried this first with Macoun but Granny Smith works better), peel them, and then grate on a box grater. Place the grated apple in a strainer over a bowl and press with a fork to remove some of the moisture. Let the apple sit for about then minutes and press again. Then add about half a cup of grated cheddar cheese. Roll out one package of frozen, thawed puff pastry. Sprinkle the apple mixture onto the puff pastry leaving a little at each short end. Roll each side in to the center forming what looks like a scroll. Cut the roll into slices about an inch thick and place on their side on a cookie sheet. Bake according to the package (about 15 minutes at 400 degrees)
My guests seemed to like the food and the only real suggestion (as always) was that I needed to make more food. So I hope you enjoy the recipes and take from my party crisis the important lesson that no diner party goes exactly as planned but can still go well and be fun no matter how much goes wrong.

Monday, September 26, 2011

What To Get The Man Who Has Everything? French Dinner! That's What


Everyone has a few of those things, those things that make them truely happy. Prefect example: my friend and I went to Kent, CT on a mini-day-cation and we were both starving, drawn like flesh eating zombies to the alluring smell of dinner food into a small, cheap and delightful little resterant in the center of town. And on the menu was a hotdog, with Kraut, and fries. And have you ever had something that is just exactly what you wanted right then and there? Is there anything better? No.

Well one of these things, these perfect culinary delights, these exactly what I ordered foods for my Dad is Alsation Apple Tart from Lutece. He literally talked about this dessert for years until my very determined mother tracked it down a year or two ago. It was then made the crowning moment of an epic Prime Rib dinner a year ago on my Dad's birthday. See that blog post, and feel free to be jealous that I am not YOUR child.

Well this year we made it again, only it was paired with a Poulet Provencal masterfully crafted by my sister.

Yeah he's spoiled.....but he's a good Dad so I guess he deserves it.

Here is the recipe:
Alsatian Apple Tart

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Snap, Krackle and Fish?!

When you think of English cuisine, one can't help but to think of Fish and Chips. Like so many identifying indigenous food items, a region cannot help but be identified by it's junk food. Think Philadelphia and the Phili Cheese. So when I went into my big book of magazine clipping recipes, in search of something to do with my piece of Tilapia, I stumbled across this recipe to "lighten up" Fish and Chips. The cool thing about this recipe, which drew me to it initially, was that in order to keep the fish's signature crispiness without deep frying it, the fish is breaded in rice krispies. I know! Well I decided to go for it and I have to say two things:

1. It was flippin delicious!! No one was more surprised then me at the epic tastiness of this silly recipe but it was crispy on the outside, moist on the inside, and nice and light.

2. The people at Food Network Magazine must not test their recipes. This is the second time I have made a recipe according to their specs and had it come out not quite right.

First the fries went in at the temp and for the time requested and immediately turned to burned hotmess. Fearing the same result with the fish, the second it started to to brown I reduced the cooking temperature to 400 and it came out fantastic. I think the problem is the recipe says to preheat your oven to 450, convection is you can, but the recipe does not take into account the different cooking times resulting from using a convection versus regular oven. So maybe you could follow the directions verbatim if using a regular oven.

I think my conclusion here is this recipe is worth trying, just make sure you watch your food once it goes in and adjust accordingly

Ingredients
For the Chips
:
3 medium russet potatoes (1 1/4 pounds)
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Pinch of cayenne pepper
Kosher salt
For the Fish:
Olive oil cooking spray
2 3/4 cups crispy rice cereal
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
3 large egg whites
1 1/2 pounds skinless, boneless Pollock (or other firm white fish), cut into 2-by-4-inch pieces
Tartar sauce and/or malt vinegar, for serving (optional)

Directions
Position racks in the upper and lower thirds of the oven and preheat to 450 degrees F using the convection setting, if available. Place a baking sheet on one of the racks to preheat.

Prepare the chips: Cut the potatoes into 1/4-inch-thick sticks. Toss with the olive oil and cayenne in a bowl. Carefully remove the hot baking sheet from the oven, add the potatoes and spread in an even layer. Use a rubber spatula to scrape any oil from the bowl over the potatoes. Bake on the top oven rack, turning once, until browned and crisp, 25 to 30 minutes. Season with salt.

Meanwhile, make the fish: Set a wire rack on a baking sheet and coat with cooking spray. Lightly crush the cereal in a bowl with your fingers. Add 2 teaspoons salt, and black pepper to taste. In another bowl, whisk the egg whites and a pinch of salt until frothy.

Dip the fish in the egg whites, then roll in the cereal crumbs to coat. Place the fish pieces on the rack (position them on their sides so that the majority of the crust is exposed) and mist with cooking spray.

Bake the fish on the bottom oven rack until crisp and just cooked through, about 12 minutes. Season with salt and black pepper. Serve the fish and chips with tartar sauce and/or malt vinegar, if desired.

Per serving: Calories 442; Fat 15 g (Saturated 2 g); Cholesterol 63 mg; Sodium 1,015 mg; Carbohydrate 37 g; Fiber 2 g; Protein 37 g

Monday, August 29, 2011

Yum Yum Yum Sauce

So the other day I was consumed by a culinary quest. I love hibachi, especially steak hibachi. The steak, when done right, comes out amazingly juicy, and is served with a sauce that takes its delicious taste from good to awesome. Well we had a boneless rib-eye and I thought what a perfect complement to it.

Well that is where the simplicity ends. Do you think I could find this shit on the internet anywhere?! Any search of “hibachi sauce” “sauce that is served with hibachi” etc yielded countless hibachi menus, restaurant websites, all of which did not bother to mention what they served with their hibachi (bitches)

Finally after almost 20 minutes of searching (I know it’s hard to be me) I finally found a website (yes a whole freakin website. I follow “Chucks Easy Recipe” but there are others if you feel more ambitious) that listed all of this elusive sauces many aliases, one of which was Yum Yum Sauce (gotta love the Japanese. Why come up with a fancy name when you can just get right to the point. The sauce is yummy = yum yum sauce) The others were white sauce, shrimp sauce, sakura sauce

Well here is the recipe, and let me tell you it lives up to its name. I served it with a pan-seared steak (nom) and cauliflower.
1 cup mayonnaise (Chuck insists quite ardently on Hellmanns)
¼ cup water
1 teaspoon tomato paste
1 tablespoon melted butter
½ teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon sugar
¼ teaspoon paprika
Dash of cayenne pepper
Whisk all ingredients together thoroughly until well mixed and smooth. The sauce should then be refrigerated over night so that the flavors can meld. I have to admit I did not and it still tasted good but it is exponentially better today….just an FYI

Boozing 101

So today was very similar to driving a car with no gas. I was out late last night enjoying watermelon margaritas and a round of the Twilight drinking game (more on that later) and then woke up unconscionably early to attend Papermania with my dad, sister and aunt, THEN went to Guido’s, all with a case of post-drinking dehydration and little sleep. Well in the midst of all of this ordered chaos, I get a call from a dear friend with a project. She has recently purchased a bar and wanted advice on stocking it. The project basically consists of creating a list of necessary libations, as well as recommendations as to where to save or splurge on brand, and a general pecking order of importance so each necessary bar component can be purchased in order of necessity (we are young, broke and beautiful after all). She expressed concern that this was an unfairly arduous request in light of my dilapidated state but I assured her the challenge would both be fun and would provide me with a good blog article (This is where you come in neglected reader)
So here are my thoughts.

Necessities:

Vodka: Clear libation, distilled from fermented grains, potatoes, or fruits, with its origins in Poland and Russia. I think this is one of the first bottles that should be invested in. It’s taste is very subtle and therefore it mixes well with a number of things. So if this is the first bottle you buy it has the most variety of potential as well as the most mass appeal.

Investment?

The key question here is “do you like martinis?” (or Vodka Tonics, or any other drink where the Vodka is the predominant player) I ask because I do…like a lot. So for people like me a nice bottle of vodka (I prefer Chopin, which is made from potatoes) is a necessity. However, if you are not into your tini’s straight up and prefer them with fruit juice and some cheeky name (looking at you tart-tini) then there is no need to spend big bucks on a liquor you with then take pains to mask the taste of.

Whiskey: This is, at least to me, the next most important investment. Besides being my drink of choice, I find I use this a lot in cooking. They are either malted (made from malted barley) or grain whiskeys and there are a multitude of types. So I think it matters what you’ll be using it for when deciding what to buy.

Investment?

If you are not a big whiskey drinker I would opt for a bottle of a decent but relatively inexpensive brand like Jack Daniels, or even Jim Beam. These brands are good in something like a jack and coke but also good enough to quiet the rumblings of old-man drinkers like me. (Exciting side note, Jack Daniels is produced in a dry county in Tennessee and therefore cannot be sold in that county….I know!) If you are big into whiskey drinking I suggest a higher shelf bourbon, Maker’s Mark (my personal favorite) or Knob Creek. You could also consider investing in a good bottle of Scotch Whiskey, though I will admit ignorance here as I do not like scotch (too smooth). Scotch is generally distilled twice, and must be produced in Scotland to earn the official moniker “Scotch”. It is not something I would suggest buying though if you are not into it however, as scotch drinkers are like hipsters or Red Sox fans…..hard to please, and therefore you are better off not trying to please this picky crowd.

Rum: I have to admit I’m not a big rum drinker but if you like to mix drinks this is a necessity. Rum in the key ingredient in everything from mojitos to pina coladas. Typically made from sugar cane, I would definitely suggest investing in a decent bottle of the stuff. Most of what goes into a cocktail is light rum, like Bacardi. So this is a more or less mandatory buy

Gin: Gin is a tricky one. The key here is whether you like Gin. (Or again, do you like Martini’s? There is little in this world better than an ice cold Bombay Sapphire Martini) It has been my experience that a house without Gin isn’t usually a problem for most party goers. (I can’t think of a single person who claims Gin as their libation of choice). Gin derives its flavor from Juniper berries. And it is for this reason I caution you not to go cheap. Cheap Gin tends to taste suspiciously like Pinesol and is good in absolutely nothing. My suggestions are Tanqueray or Bombay. And if you are not a “Gin Person” I say you grab a small bottle (like the ones behind the counter at the liquor store) of one of these high-end brands to have on hand for cocktail emergencies.

Tequila: This is another necessity, derived from the Blue Agave plant. If you love Margaritas you should probably move this to the top of the list, but then again if you love Margaritas you probably already have.

Investment?

Tequila is one of those things you really should have, even if you aren’t crazy about it, because at some point you’ll have a guest that does. My advice is to grab a bottle of something like Jose. And for the love of God DON”T GO CHEAPER!!! Trust me. I had a bad experience. If you want to invest in better Tequila, I would still buy the Jose for mixing. I would also advise you to invest in a good Blanco (Like Patron) and try to get your hands on an reposado or anejo (the difference in color and taste comes from the length of the aging process)

Before I sign off I have one more important suggestion to make when stocking a bar. If you are not sure what to buy, don’t underestimate the power of the nip (which also sounds like an obnoxious turnaphrase used in a porn shoot). Stuck between two brands and can’t decide. Go buy a few little bottles (nips) and try them out. They usually contain one shot, and could even lend themselves to a “help-me-decide-what-shit-I-like” party. Remember that it is your bar and despite any efforts to make others happy with your selections it is still yours, you should by what YOU like and if your guests don’t like it they can feel free to drink at home.
I hope she will find this bare bones analysis helpful, as I hope you will too. I plan to come back with more detailed overview of each spirit as well as with some time spend on various “other” bar supply essentials.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Breakfast for Dinner


So everyone has those days, those days where you had a late lunch, and it’s now five and you are neither hungry nor do you have any idea what to make for dinner. Well after considerable deliberation…and I mean considerable….like it took forty minutes…my aunt and I decided to make waffles and have the ever popular, breakfast for dinner. Well I go in the pantry to get the stuff to make them and discover that I have a can of pumpkin. Well shit officially got real and I made delicious but unseasonal pumpkin pancakes. They basically follow the recipe for Martha’s Pumpkin Pancakes so that is the recipe I will give you. The only difference is instead of cooking on a skillet, place in a hot waffle iron, sprayed with cooking spray, and cook for about 5-8 minutes.

Pumpkin Pancakes
Bowl 1:
1 ¼ cups all-purpose Flour
2 TBSP sugar
½ tsp cinnamon, ground ginger and salt
2 tsp baking powder
Pinch of ground cloves
1/8 tsp nutmeg
Whisk to combine
Bowl Two:
1 cup milk
6 tbsp canned pumpkin puree
2 tbsp melted butter
1 egg
Whisk together then fold into dry ingredients. Heat skillet over medium heat. Spray with cooking spray or melted butter. Cook pancakes three minutes each side.

These are absolutely amazing....trust me.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Hey Dude!!

So it is a cardinal rule of hosting parties is you should never try out a recipe at a party. Well readers rules are meant to be broken (Assert your Independence and fight the system!!!!)

The past week my friends and I attended an outdoor concert here in town. OK we actually sat outside the immediate parameters of the concert in lawn chairs effectively doing the live version of illegal downloading. We are young, broke and beautiful...what can I say.

Well before our shameless concert stealing, we had a nice light dinner. I wasn't sure what to make and deferred to the preference of some of my friends (this is rare as I just usually make whatever I want and you WILL LIKE IT!!! I hope they took full advantage). Pasta was suggested, followed by an adamant request for fresh tomato pasta (as we then recalled was last served one night when my parents were away with three gallons of Cape Codders and some exciting digestive pyrotechnics). The only other suggestion I had was to make a salad with some avocado.

So in light of this I decided to make the aforementioned fresh tomato pasta and a garden salad with Avocado Ranch.

I've seen avocado ranch advertised on restaurant menus, have never had it and have absolutely no idea what it tastes like....BUT I love ranch dressing and had the crazy idea that I could make a version both healthier and more delicious by replacing the mayonnaise with pureed avocado. My thought process was mayonnaise provides the fat and therefore flavor in the original, and since avocados are very high in monounsaturated fat (which can help to ward off threats of heart disease and breast cancer as well as contribute to a less santa-like midsection then high carbohydrate diets) it would be an adequate replacement to the mayonnaise without substantial change to the texture and taste of the dressing. Well folks I was right and though I did break the well established rule to never take on the stress of a new recipe whilst you have company, I was confident that it would be good enough to take this risk. I was correct (as usual….it’s so hard to be right all the time let me tell you)

Here is the recipe:
Combine in a bowl 3-4 tablespoons each of chopped parsley, and chives (this is approximate). Add ¼ teaspoon of cayenne pepper, ¼ cup of sour cream and one ripe avocado, pureed. Whisk together till creamy. Add skim milk, one teaspoon at a time then whisking until the desired consistency is reached. Season. Serve immediately.
Enjoy!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

This Poaching Should be Illegal

So last night I endervered another Top Chef inspired adventure, only this time from the Top Chef Tour. One of the contestants, Ashley Merriman, made a Poached Salmon with a warm german potato salad (AMAZING). So my aunt decided, as we were preparing our weekly grocery list, that we should get a piece of salmon and try it.

Well this is easier said then done. I found this recipe from the NY Times and within the first few lines there is talk of obsessively regulating the temperature to make sure the salmon cooks perfectly. I am already intimidated. But I remember that I am awesome and proceed to rig my meat thermometer in the pan (I am not Martha guys, I only have one thermometer). Then I add the olive oil. This shouldn't be a big deal (the recipe calls for three cups of olive oil) as we have that huge tin of it at the bottom of the pantry. yeah, actually we don't and I panic. Well luckily Marilou had just bought some cheap olive oil (for food projects such as this) the other day and I literally had just enough.

And kids, it was so worth it. The fish was delicious and rich but not heavy. I served it with a quick Dijon Potato Salad:

Boil new potatoes (I did about 7 new red potatoes) for about 15 mins
in bowl, toss 1 tbsp white wine vinegar with 1 tbsp Dijon mustard.
Add potatoes. Toss.
Let cool slightly and toss again
Add 2 tbsp olive oil, chopped parsley, and salt and pepper.
Serve

All in all it was yet another successful Top-Chef-Adventure and I highly recommend you try it. Just make sure you have enough Olive Oil first.

Oh and in honor of my seeming inability to check my ingredients here is a Catherine Tate Sketch from the Catherine Tate show
(I in no way own this video, blah blah blah, limit liability blah blah)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Faro and Why It Reminds Me of My Deck

With this blog I have to own up to some deplorably Polish behavior. I had a Greek Orzo salad from Whole Foods the other day and it was delicious. Well actually it was delivered by my study-buddy (a phrase I abhor btw) along with a Starbucks (jealous? You should be!). So naturally I had to make it myself. Could it easily be purchased from Whole Foods? Yes. Would that be less work then procuring all of the ingredients to make it? Yes. Does that mean that I will not endeavor to make it myself when it is so easily available? Yeah no.
See this is a hallmark of the Polish-American tradition. Having to make things when they can easily be made by someone else. We are similarly stubborn about scarfs, and other knit wear, furniture, home repair, concrete decks. Case in point: our deck, due to some negligent building, rotted out after a few years of rain pooling by the house, rotting the sill, and causing massive flooding in out basement. The solution: replace the sill, break-up and remove the concrete, and rebuild the patio. And did we have any outside help, NO. This is the Red and White cross I had to bare.
But I digress, this inability to purchase food that has already been prepared lead me to make my own Greek Orzo Salad. I substituted the Orzo for Faro (healthier and lower calorie) and opted to not cook the spinach and instead use fresh baby spinach.

“I’m a Polack” Greek Faro Salad
½ Cup Faro
- Boil 3 cups of water with 1 tsp salt. When it boils, stir in the faro. Reduce the heat to low and simmer for 45 minutes.
In a large bowl combine Red Wine Vinegar, salt and pepper, and whisk in Extra-Virgin Olive Oil.
Add: 1 cup baby spinach, chiffonade
½ cup diced feta cheese
½ cup halved cherry tomatoes
1 tbsp fresh thyme
1/3 cup pitted, diced kalamata olives
And all the cooked faro.
Toss and serve.
It came out pretty good, albeit different than the original.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

One Week of Danger

So there have been a few interesting developments this week.

The first of which is the overall tone of CHOW this week. They are being so rude as to make me look polite. First they discuss the horrendously off-putting audacity of most vegetarians who dare to ask "is it cool for me to pass on the meat?"... bastards.

Next they discuss how shopping makes you basically a moron. How dare you!

Maybe the air conditioning has failed at the offices but any food blog that makes me look pleasant is pretty sad.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Top Ten Signs That Something Evil This Way Comes

So recently I read an interesting article on Chow about The 10 Signs of a Bad Cook. I agreed with most of their statements but it still made me want to come up with a list of my own. These are not wholly conclusive factors and may merely indicate a good cook in bad cooks clothing. Please Take care to read these as warning signs and not as me being the most judgmental guest on the planet (Though I may be). Also should you see multiple of these factors as you wait to be served, please text your mom, ask her to call your cell phone and pretend she's having a heart attack so you can leave.

So here is what I think are the Top Ten Signs of a Bad Cook….or rather Top Ten Signs You Are About To Eat Something Gross:

1. “I’m sorry, can you leave the flavor out of mine?”
ie Anyone who claims to not use salt. I agree with Chow on this one 100%. I knew someone (no names) who while I was cooking him/her a delicious meal asked “is there any chance you can leave out the salt?”. Trying to keep my Bitch-slap reflex in check and refrain from asking if I should also add dead baby eyes, he/she explained to me that salt was soooo unhealthy and surely the meal would be better without it. Two points here:
One: Salt brings out the flavor of food so when you advertise that you don’t use it you simultaneously advertise that you don’t use flavor in your food (yum!! Can’t wait to try dinner now). It is also a misnomer to some degree as most people that claim to use “no salt” do in fact use a ton because of the ingredients they use.
Two: going along with Chow’s feelings on this, if you have ever eaten anything processed in your life….ever, you have ingested more salt then the average cook uses in any given meal provided they are not also using prepared ingredients. This person enjoyed a plethora of home-cooked meals that contained jarred salsas, spice mixes, and bottled salad dressings all of which contained more salt then what I was making right then. And I tried as nicely as I could to explain this to him/her and hopefully that message was received.

End note: salt=flavor, and if you are concerned about sodium levels make the transition of fresh foods, rather then cut out the seasoning process.

2. My Recipe For Disaster.
This is a testament to the power of the possessive pronoun. Whenever I hear my pending meal announced as “My..*insert food here*” I know I am in for something that tastes like brick, ass and toothpaste. MY tuna casserole, MY waffles, and my all time favorite MY tomato sauce are practically translated to MY contribution to your gastronomic discomfort. Why? It seems crazy, but years of anecdotal evidence have taught me to hear this phrase with an appropriate amount of horror. I have a theory as to why: I think it comes down to intent. When you advertise your cooking with the possessive MY what you are saying to me is really: “I tried a recipe once, tweaked it a little to make it my own, then kept making it when people liked it” The object here was the glory not the quality. The end goal was to have a recipe wholly their own that they could use to advertise their skill. To me a truly sound cook instead says things like “I have a great recipe for…” or “I make a mean…”. The second ownership is out of the equation you can bet you are dealing with someone who aims to make the best version of whatever dish they can, rather then simply stamp their name on it. And for the record, I am all for recipe tweaking (see the potato salad rule) but if you are committed to making the best food you can, that minor tweet will evolve until it is perfect, and to date I have never seen this in a MY recipe.

3. The Potato Salad Rule:
This is when a cook doesn’t make things they way they like to eat them. Let’s start with a story. Five or so years ago my mother gave me her potato salad recipe. It was handwritten on a piece of graph paper, lovingly titled Momz Tato Salad, and was one of the first ever entries into my now monstrously sized recipe book. I loved hers and made it over and over. Well a few years pass, and now my mother and I can both make potato salad, put them side by side, and it is clear that they are different. This is because we make them the way we like to eat them. My mother’s has a lighter sauce, with more aggressive herbaceous flavor (she uses lovage instead of celery) and mine is more mustardy and peppery (two things in life that I love). And they are both delicious. In fact one of these days we should both make it just to have a laugh about the Tato Salad Darwinian Evolution.
And this story leads to my point. You cook by taste. And if you cook by someone else’s taste you effectively cook for no ones taste. So if I hear the phrase “I tried to make it the way you like it” I brace myself.
Note: this rule does not apply to mom’s as they have magic ninja abilities to make everything the way you like, especially when you are sick.

4. The Clean Kitchen Rule
I won’t name names but I know more than a few people who have kitchens that advertise “I can’t flippin cook”. You know the ones. Perfectly clean, nothing on the counters, pristine stoves, microwaves, organized fridges. You might as well post a sign on the door that says “I live on take-out”. Not that a kitchen shouldn’t be clean. In fact the kitchen is the one place in the house that I am fastidious about. But when I cook I need things: salt, oil, pepper, tongs, spoons, a dish towel, a bowl, a cutting board etc. all at a reasonably accessible distance. If you’ve ever tried to cook in a “show kitchen” you know how must of a pain in the ass it is trying ot cook when nothing is out. Your digging around cabinets, going through drawers and the simple task of seasoning your now burning pot of whatever has turned into a 10 minute game of Where in the World is the Salt Shaker. It’s annoying but the people who live there don’t realize it because….they can’t cook.

5. The Messy Kitchen Rule
Almost as bad as the show kitchen in the messy kitchen or more notably, the messy cook. This is someone who doesn’t make dinner so much as dinner explodes in the kitchen,. Pots are boiling over, the paper towel role is empty, while sheets of used towels lay strewn all over the counters soaking up all manners of grossness. Makes me crazy.
It is important to note though that this is not an automatic indicator so much as a warning sing. Some people can contain the chaos. My aunt for example is both a good cook and a notorious paper towel terrorist. (our favorite is Thanksgiving where we find at least 5 of them soaked in turkey juice……delicious) And the food is still amazing. Don’t ask me how they do it.
But for as many competent chaos cookers as there are there are more unorganized, hotmesses. A messy kitchen for them is almost always a surefire sign of a lack of organization, preparation and serenity. So be on guard.

6. The Dull Blades
Dull knifes= I clearly don’t cook well. The duller the knife the harder the work and the higher likelihood of bodily injury. So this is almost always a sure fire sign

7. People Who Don’t know How to Use Their Shit Rule
This applies to both people who don’t know how their many kitchen gadgets work and those that use their equipment with no regard for their upkeep. Ex: The second you see someone stir sauce in a nonstick pot with a fork….turn and run

8. The Stop and Shop Rule:
It is summer, there are many beautiful things in season, and any meal that utilizes more then one of them and were purchased at Stop and Shop rather then the many (and might I add cheaper) farmers markets/farm stands that litter this part of CT like a venereal disease breakout, I try to hold back to the tears of longing for the flavor that apparently won’t be joining us for dinner

9. Garlic Salt Rule
This is less an indictment of the “spice” as much as it is a general rule concerning the use of pre-mixed, freeze dried spices rather then the real deal. You have garlic, you don’t need garlic powder (in fact I’m dubious if you ever need Garlic Powder ever) Further, any premade mix effectively does two things, adds unnecessary salt and prohibits you from controlling your flavor effectively.
Exception: Herbs de Providence

10. The Misguided Health Rule
This is basically and extension of the salt rule. Any time I see someone labor over a “healthy version” of whatever I brace myself. There are many cooks who can successfully make a healthy meal low in trans fats, calories, gluten what have you. But those folks who make misguided attempts at “healthy cooking” by using margarine, Pam (instead of butter or Olive Oil) , no salt and whole wheat flour indiscriminately usually are only making flavorless food with the consistency of sand and loading me with chemicals I would rather not be eating. So do me a favor…..Practice your “healthy” meals at home.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Holy Sexy Salad Batman


Reader I have been absent a long time. Sorry. You haven’t missed too much. I grilled Chicken breasts on the grill for the first time as well as made a recreation of Cool Britannia Ice Cream that basically ate shit. But I promise a more conclusive write up of that when I make it again, hopefully working out the kinks.
So I have decided to take a mini break from “condensing “my notes to write this quick entry about a rather inspired spin of veggie sides. I was watching Martha Stewart (of course) and she made a crab salad that looked fantastic. But what is more important for this story is the vegetables it was served with. The guest chef (I regretfully proclaim ignorance on his name as I caught this segment half way through) prepared this fantastic looking crab salad and served it with blanched asparagus, blanched zucchini, and fennel (to name a few). Well this inspired me to create my own blanched veggie salad with shrimp. Well let me re-phrase: I hate zucchini and am not a huge fan of fennel (unlike a certain Italian Food-Network chef with a great rack and bobble head. Along with her unwholesome love of lemons (“lemon’s again?! I don’t live in CA Mrs. Delorentis and those don’t actually grow on trees… in this climate”) she uses Fennel I swear once and episode.

Ranting aside though, I decide that I want to try to incorporate this blanching technique, which I love, to a different, more colorful salad. Blanching, if you don’t already know, is the process of boiling a vegetable in water for a few minutes, then “shocking” it in cold water to promptly stop the cooking. See this Martha Instruction if you want more information.

Basically, what this process does is take out some of the “crunchiness” of your veggies, while preserving their fresh from the garden flavor. I personally don’t think there is anything more fabulous then blanched green beans for example which lose a lot of their, for lack of a better word” harshness and crunchiness, but are still as fresh tasting as they were fresh out of the ground. In fact as I write this I am sad that I didn’t have fresh green beans when I made this recipe and I am resolved to replace the frozen peas when them the next time I make this.

The recipe as made is as follows:
Peel 2-3 carrots, and then “peel” them until you are at the very center of the core, producing long linguine-like strands of carrot. (imagine when you are done peeling, and have discarded the outer skin, that you are going to continue peeling until there is nothing left of your carrot)
Remove the hard, tough bottom ends of 4-5 asparagus and do the same as to the carrots (I found it was helpful to start at the bottom and end at the tips though feel free to also trim off the tips and throw them in with the asparagus “noodles” when you are blanching)
Also prepare 3 radishes but trimming the end and slicing thinly ( I did mine on a mandolin) and some peas and corn

[a side note about the corn; I froze it last year when it was in season the last time and forgot about it, but man was it good. Vowing to freeze a whole ton this summer]

Place peas and corn in boiling salted water. Cook for a few minutes until bright but softer. Place in ice bath. (I found it helpful to place a strainer in the ice water so I could easily spoon in the hot veggies and remove them with minimal effort) do the same for the carrots (these take a lot longer…maybe 4 minutes). Finally do the asparagus (it should take only a minute or two). Place all the cooled drained veggies, as well as the radishes in a bowl and toss with a light vinaigrette and salt and pepper (here is a good place to try something like a champagne vinaigrette and the taste will stand up well to the vegetables)
Toss and serve with sautéed shrimp.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Promises, Promises

So kids I, and this is likely the first time in the history of this blog, have made you a promise and kept it. I made both my Paletas, and my Corn Vicyssoise. And I made both successfully and in a timely fashion after my initial promise to make them a mere blog-post ago. Go me!

The Paletas were AMAZING! My only gripe is they could be hair spicier. But they are the perfect balance of sweet, spicy and refreshing.

The Corn Vicyssoise is less exciting. It's good but not amazing. I am reserving a final judgment for when I actually sit down with a bowl of it, with the proper "fixins". But so far my thoughts are: good but I have better uses for an ear of corn. (upon review this sounds obscene...my apologies)

I also wanted to tell you about an exciting development in the world of car shows. See my dad is a "car person" and has recently, as in within the last few years, restored an Austin Healey Sprite. Well being the dutiful car daughters we are, my sister and I have been to quite a few car shows. But my favorite one is British by the Sea in Niantic. We went this past weekend, and as we admired our fellow crazy car folks various period car-picnic sets and other accouterments, we were informed that at Stowe they actually offer a prize for the best picnic. Well you better believe we are going to win that bitch!!! So you heard it here first: Peanut and I are taking up competitive picnicking. We're talking full china, elaborate tea sandwiches, fireworks, an elephant, a dead hooker. If you do any trial runs I'll let you know.

A random post to be sure. But to fulfill my obligations to you fills my heart with pride, especially in the light of how much time my bar prep takes up. I think in these times to a conversation I had with my sister a few weeks ago that went something like this
"Ugh I hope I pass the bar"
"whatever, you pass the bar ever night!"
"Lauren?!"
"that's right I'm sorry. You don't pass them, you go in and get drunk"

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

How to Keep Your Gwyneth Paltrow Recipes From Tasting Like Goop

So tomorrow I start my Bar Review Course. Today I watched a video basically detailing everything I would need to know for the bar, including about 10 statements effectively telling me not to panic, which of course made me....panic. Once the hyperventelating subsided, I vowed to take my last night of unofficial freedom to relax, listen to the thunderstorm rumbling outside, and blog.

The first thing I want to talk about has to do with me acquiring a new, albeit odd and unexpected, cooking hero: Gwyneth Paltrow. Before you start...I know!Her only previous connection to me was the occasions I would read Goop to enjoy listening to the advice of a famous and (for lack of a better term) spoiled women who is out of step with reality enough to think her privileged-subsidized life makes her relate-able to the masses simply because she is a wife and mother. Such a reality disconnect makes her advice FANTASTIC! I have come to delight in her misguided advice, for example her helpful suggestions on which $825 Colonel Littleton No. 3 Grip bag makes the best personalized gift for the holidays (mind you that bag is heavenly) If you don't believe me check out this article comparing her day to an real average womens day by Gawker...you'll understand then.

But I just recently read her article in Bon Appetit and have to say I appreciate her candor about her sordid dietary past. I mean the women was once a macrobiotic. Outside of sounding a lot like a bacteria that lives in your intestines aiding digestion, it's the single most unappealing way to eat I can imagine. I mean it. Fuckin Google it....much like communism it really only seems good in theory.

But she seems to embrace most of all the culinary adages I do. [ie, clean as you go, make it fun; not complicated, and drink when you cook]. So I have to admit I will judge her less harshly from now on.

OK maybe not.

I will however try her Corn Vichyssoise recipe (Via Bon Appetit):

2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
2 medium leeks, white and light-green parts only, coarsely chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
5 ears shucked corn, kernels cut from cobs, cobs reserved
1 cup coarsely chopped peeled potato (about 1 medium)
4 cups good-quality vegetable stock
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1/4 cup crème fraîche or sour cream
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh chives

Heat oil in a large heavy pot over medium heat. Add leeks and cook, stirring occasionally, until they begin to soften, about 5 minutes. Add corn kernels, reserved cobs, potato, and stock. Season lightly with salt and pepper. Increase heat to high and bring soup to a boil. Reduce heat to simmer, cover with lid slightly ajar, and cook until the vegetables are very soft, about 35 minutes.
Discard corn cobs; let soup cool slightly. Working in batches, purée soup in a blender until very smooth. Set a fine-mesh strainer over a large bowl; strain, discarding solids. Chill soup until cold. If too thick, thin with water by 1/4-cupfuls. Stir in lemon juice, and season with salt and pepper. Spoon a dollop of crème fraîche atop each serving and sprinkle with chives.

I should also mention that this months Bon Appetit has a pretty exciting section on frozen desserts (which may or may not be tempting me into making a Semifreddo). Once of the recipes, therein contained, is for a Paleta, which is a Mexican style Popsicle made with chunks of fruit. I first heard of them a week ago when I was made aware of a book that was published called Paletas, that focused on these frozen concoctions. Since then they seem to pop up everywhere. So I have decided to make one, namely a Spicy Pineapple Paleta which uses Jalapeño, Pinapple and Lime juice. I shall keep you posted on the results.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Hey....Nice Mangos

So I must confess an undying love....to lemon curd. Don't ask me why but this heavily substance can melt the thickest patch of ice on my cold heart, brighten the rainiest of days, make Clive Owen just a little bit hotter. You get the picture.

I must also mention that I am also quite fond of mangoes. (Ps. I just tried to add a skit of David Duchovny on SNL declaring his undying love for Mango, but alas I could not. SNL and Hulu are trying to make this job hard for me I swear)Anyway....This leads me to todays recipe: Champagne Mango Curd

I went to Guido's the other day and on sale where these beautiful looking Champagne Mangoes. The first week they were 4 for whatever, and my dad got some. Well when we got home I stole one. Now despite my excitement over this little fruit, it sat for a day or two and got too ripe. So instead of wasting my now mushy little friend I decided to search the internets and find a recipe for mango curd.

The recipe is as follows:

Combine in a blender:
1 mango (de-pitted and cubed)
1/2 cup sugar
pinch of salt
juice of one lime

Puree this until smooth then add

4 egg yolks.
Puree again for under a minute until combined. Also, take out a half a stick of unsalted butter and cut it into cubes (about 8) and let sit out to soften

Strain this into a glass, or metal bowl, pushing on any solids to get out all of the juice. Place the bowl over a pot of simmering water (make sure the bottom of the bowl hovers above the water) and whisk continually until the curd thickens (about 10 minutes).

Note: it is advisable to set a timer for ten minutes as constant whisking as one does when making custard has a magical ability to slow time t o a crawl and make a single minute feel like a full ten.

Once it is thickened, take it off the simmering water and whisk in, once piece at a time, the cubes of butter. Refrigerate.

Note: you should probably put either wax paper or saran wrap right on the surface to the curd to keep it from forming a skin (cause that shits gross)

It is amazing! I should also mention that the finals I finished two weeks ago apparently turned my immune system into something that is as tragic as Sarah Palin's presidential aspirations. I so far have caught a cold, and twice been afflicted with some kind of allergic reaction that makes my lips puffy. Ok puffier then usual. Case in point, I went to visit my friend for breakfast one morning when this was especially bad, after having taken an antihistamine. Well I started to describe how my lip had puffed up and was swollen and she commented..."yeah I can see that". I then had to explain that the swelling had gone down and my lips actually always are this big.

Well this lip hotmess did not stop me from enjoying my mango pit even though the acidity felt like it was burning my face. This I think is the best part of the mango. After the rather tedious process of removing the flesh from the pit, eating all the remaining meat off of the pit, fibers getting stuck in your teeth, mango juice dripping down your arms, is very primal and satisfying. If you haven't tried it, take a few moments next time. You'll thank me.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

BBQ Motha F*** You

Don't worry readers that nasty language is dedicated not to you but to the cold I am forming in my body. I likely caught this from my dad who will be getting deadly things in his memorial day feast tomorrow.

And speaking of memorial day feasts, we are planning a big one this year. Stop checking your calanders, we are a day early, but we want to take advantage of hte weather and we have never been a family too concerned with celebrating things on the appropriate day [ex: my birthday falls usually the day finals start, and my mom and sister are basically comas around the fourth of July, so the 4th becomes Momz-P-nut day and the 6th is either briefly celebrated or postponed for three-ish weeks]

My dad decided he was sick of having the "same old thing" every year so we are mixing it up. I'll give you the full report when the time comes.

But I am taking this time to give you a fun aside. I shall call it:
The Hamburger Hamburger Potato Salad Story

You see it starts innocently enough, I turn on Fuse network, about eh, 8 years ago, to watch music videos. You kids born after 1990 are probably wonder what a music video is. Well it's what MTV used to have before Jersey Shore.... memories. Well, I turn it one and they play a short video (they used to do this often) and it was the one I will feature below. Well it's a dumb video to be sure; girls dance around with meat products in bikinis, so you'd think after that two minutes I would say "that was dumb" and move on with my life. YEah no! This video has haunted me ever since. I CANNOT EAT, MAKE, LOOK AT, HEAR ABOUT POTATO SALAD WITHOUT THINKING OF IT. In fact, I even find my self referring to potato salad as po-TA-to salad as per the video. I'm in a permanent hell.

This video is worse then The Ring. At least that nightmare only lasts seven days...so it's posted,, but please watch at your own risk


Sorry

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

This Pork Tastes like Freedom

So I appologize for my long absence, but see something magical has happened in the midst of the chaos.

I have graduated from law school.

I know, I know you can barely contain yourself. I know!!! So I am sorry I have neglected you but that last few weeks of finals was killer and once it was over I have about as much desire to write anything in English with my carpal tunnel ridden wrists and worn-bleary eyes as I do to go back to law school and start all over again. That is to say none.

But I promise I have worked hard to cook up (see puns! I'm already back in the swing of this) some fun adventures to make it up to you readers.

Expect a fun blog entry on my "sorry I'm a hose-beast" lunch, and my "I can't believe it's not meat dinner"

But for now I will leave you with my first post-law school cooking adventure:

Pulled Pork

I followed Martha's recipe (follow link) and also used my Bourbon BBQ sauce


Also, funny aside, the recipe asks you to cut up your pork shoulder. So when I went to get one at Guidos, I asked the butcher to cut it up for me. And he looked at me like I also asked him to lace it with Chrystal Meth and dead baby sprinkles and asked "what are you using it for?!". I explained and I think the confusion was resolved.....I think. Or I'm now that legendary girl at the meat market who makes mini, baby sprinkle roasts.

Another aside: get a big roast. I got one that was a perfect size to feed everyone, but a significant portion of it was fat...not cool. I literally has just enough.

It came out amazing (if I do say so myself). It was served with homemade coleslaw (thanks mom) and beer (less is more) and it tasted like the best summer barbecue with a hint of accomplishment and freedom. To this end, if my first meal after finishing my last law school final was a ham sandwich it likely would have been the best ham sandwich ever made.

So thank you for your patients reader. And in closing here is a great Iggy Pop song that I am dedicating to myself....what can I say? I'm a little proud of myself:

This Pork Tastes like Freedom

So I appologize for my long absence, but see something magical has happened in the midst of the chaos.

I have graduated from law school.

I know, I know you can barely contain yourself. I know!!! So I am sorry I have neglected you but that last few weeks of finals was killer and once it was over I have about as much desire to write anything in English with my carpal tunnel ridden wrists and worn-bleary eyes as I do to go back to law school and start all over again. That is to say none.

But I promise I have worked hard to cook up (see puns! I'm already back in the swing of this) some fun adventures to make it up to you readers.

Expect a fun blog entry on my "sorry I'm a hose-beast" lunch, and my "I can't believe it's not meat dinner"

But for now I will leave you with my first post-law school cooking adventure:

Pulled Pork

I followed Martha's recipe (follow link) and also used my Bourbon BBQ sauce


Also, funny aside, the recipe asks you to cut up your pork shoulder. So when I went to get one at Guidos, I asked the butcher to cut it up for me. And he looked at me like I also asked him to lace it with Chrystal Meth and dead baby sprinkles and asked "what are you using it for?!". I explained and I think the confusion was resolved.....I think. Or I'm now that legendary girl at the meat market who makes mini, baby sprinkle roasts.

Another aside: get a big roast. I got one that was a perfect size to feed everyone, but a significant portion of it was fat...not cool. I literally has just enough.

It came out amazing (if I do say so myself). It was served with homemade coleslaw (thanks mom) and beer (less is more) and it tasted like the best summer barbecue with a hint of accomplishment and freedom. To this end, if my first meal after finishing my last law school final was a ham sandwich it likely would have been the best ham sandwich ever made.

So thank you for your patients reader. And in closing here is a great Iggy Pop song that I am dedicating to myself....what can I say? I'm a little proud of myself:

http://youtu.be/NGbw-cz35qo

Monday, April 25, 2011

Holy Hotmess Easter Cake

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter! (or if you are not a celebrator...a nice weekend)

We had a wonderful holiday, including a full contact Easter Egg hunt, the worlds grossest Polish soup and an egg cake with a cheesecake hidden inside. So this post will deal mostly with some of the highlights of our holiday:

First I have to mention that despite our respective 25 and almost 21 years of age, my sister and I still have an easter egg hunt. (out and proud). FUN! The rules are simple: my aunt hides 18million eggs in the most unbeleivable places possible (inside chicken cavities, frozen into blocks of ice and in a toilet bowls are not off limits) and Lauren and I compete to find the most eggs (or till first blood). We are then awarded 1st and 2nd place prizes...it is awesome! Lauren's boyfriend joined us for the first time and competed....he's ok. We expect him out of the hospital any day now. This battle royal is followed by our Martini Olive Hunt, where 6 olives (in other words green easter eggs with red dots on them) are hidden with clues inside which my mother and aunt have to find in order to get a martini. This year we wanted to mix it up a little and made it into a race. Both my aunt and mother had three eggs hidden and had to be the first to find all of theirs to receive a first prize martini. (the second place person got a "tiny" tini in a miniature martini glass). We made both Absolute Brooklyn Martinis and Sake Tinis and they were sooooo good

I should mention that the full-contact Easter Egg hunt we made Laurens poor boyfirned participate in was of course after we subjected him to Polish Easter Soup. If you have never heard of it, please follow the link. You really should know what we are dealing with to appreciate how mean it is to serve this to anyone. But we love it...especially with horseradish in it to turn in Pepto-Bismol Pink and kill the taste.

And speaking of Polish food, I also have a funny story about our heritages many quirks...Food blessing. See we take our food to a Polish Catholic Church in New Britain every year, and part of this comes from my mothers feelings about a certain church member who shall remain nameless at our local church and some potentially offensive comments about the practice he may or may not have made to her. Well my sister and I had the job on our own this year and unfortunately were both quite bogged down with work so we decided, in the interest of saving time, that we would go to this aforementioned church to get the blessing, while subsequently deciding to not tell our mother about this change of plans so that we would not have to incur her wrath (I'm not saying she's mean but her and the deity whose sons resurrection we celebrated yesterday may have similar feelings about wrath (see Exodus 15:1-7)). So we kept this a secret, and vowed to instead say we made the 40 min trip to New Britain in record time. Well it didn't work, the food burned my mother from the inside. We'll all miss you mom.

Lastly, I want to mention the fabulous dessert I made: Red Velvet Cheesecake.

I'll admit I cheated a little and used boxed Red Velvet cake mix. THEN...I followed this recipe from Paula Dean for the cheese cake center (I needed a recipe without a crust)

The frosting was a cream cheese frosting from The Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook.

Ok: so I am too ambitious sometimes and decided I wanted to use the easter egg cake pans Marilou has. I made the cakes in them, then made a regular cheese cake in a spring-form pan. The next day I used one of the tiers to cut out a similarly shaped cheesecake layer, and cut it out....Well here is the problem: this cheese cake has no crust (why would it..it's filling) and when I attempted to pick it up with a spatula a sizable piece of it fell off and my cheesecake layer ended up looking like aborted fetus. Ohhh I was mad...so mad I snapped at Marilou (Soooooory) in a totally un-easter spirit. But thankfully frosting covered a multitude of sins and the cake came out looking ok.

Potential fix: If I attempt to do this again I will put parchment paper (pre cut) into the bottom of the pan so this can more easily be moved.

That being said I will NEVER try this again because while my cake looked adorable, it quickly turned to hotmess when it was cut. We got in a few good slices but then it feel apart completely. My family thought it was very good though so it will likely be made again only this time in normal cake form (ie round and easy to assemble)

I hope everyones holiday was a good as mine and I hope you at least kindof enjoyed Dark Stories From the Niezabitowski Holiday!!!!

Good Night and Good Luck

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Shameless Ploys and Veggie Mexican

Another Quick recipe post:

Portabello Black Bean Quesadilla's

slice two portabello mushrooms into 1/2" slices.
saute in two tablespoons of olive oil over medium for 3 mins. Add diced bell pepper (i used Red)and half a can of rinsed black beans. Season, and add cayenne pepper (how ever much you want really). Saute for a minute more. Remove from heat.
Heat pan over med and add a tablespoon of oil. Assemble Quesadilla: tortilla, the bean-mushroom mix, and about 1/4-1/2 cup of shredded cheddar or Monterey Jack. Cook until lightly browned (1-3 mins), flip, repeat.

These came out fabulous!! I was very pleased with myself, though I should mention that I had no intention of ever making them. I bought the mushrooms (in a word...they were sexy) and planned to use them to make a portabella burger but saw a similar recipe in a book my mom had (which I browsed as we chatted about the important things in life like office gossip) and decided to make something similar.

I also have been thinking about something very important. I know like four people read my blog, but in a shameless attempt to get more readers, I am trying to brainstorm ideas to whore myself for readership (just short of actually whoreing myself). I did think that maybe I could celebrate my (20 post away) 100th post by making a cookie or something for everyone that reads and posts a comment. But if any of my dedicated readers (either of the two of you) feel like you have a better suggestion please comment and let me know)

Also, I felt the need to share this: I am so happy that Chow is doing a weekly Top Chef Recap. Their review is a nice Digestif to the show. I should mention that I disagree with their disdain for Savir. I think he is fantastic, but I suppose this goes back to my somewhat unpopular thought process that it's ok to be an arrogant ass-bag if you actually have talent. But that's just me.

And the Myke Hawke jokes were funnier on The Soup Chow: and I agree with Joel McHale: Myke Hawke is a dick

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Modern Stone Age Dinner

So last night Marilou and I decided to indulge in a little steak. And when I say a little I really mean in two Flinstones sized Boneless Rib-eyes, with caramelized onion and Gorgonzola. It was sooooo good. I did them in a fry pan which is always a good idae and gets a great "crust" on the outside of the steak.

Trim fat off ends of Rib eye and season (Salt, pepper and what ever else you choose)
Heat pan to high, add about 2 tablespoons oil (veggie is what I use) and add steaks.*
cook about 3 mins each side. Remove, and top with Gorgonzola and caramelized onions. Let rest in tented foil for 10 minutes.(this will allow the juices to "settle" and it will give the cheese a chance to melt)


*note, always dry off your steaks with a paper towel before searing them.

It was fantastic. I served it with half a baked potato and peas (All I'm saying is give peas a chance)

Monday, April 18, 2011

How Ethnic Food Can Cure Your Every Ailment

Ok so this one is a two parter:
1st: I want to talk about my stir-fry. Here is the recipe.
It was good, however, the sauce needed more flavor and the addition of the corn-starch ended up producing something that was almost gummy. So next time I’m going easy on the starch and little heavier on the flavor. I didn’t use chicken (I used shrimp, it was a Friday) first of all.

Second, I used no sesame seeds, and I added snow peas (they are quite tasty in a stir fry). Finally, my noodles ended up being bucatini because it was the only long pasta we had in the house besides angel hair. It was a little thick, and I would prefer to have spaghetti next time as this was a little too thick and heavy for the meal but it was good enough for government work. (I kid…the government would never be able to pull off a meal like this one)
Marilou liked it more then me, but I will keep you updated the next time I make it on the improvements.

2nd:
I would like to briefly tell you about our potato pancake extravaganza. Sometimes a friend needs you. He/she needs your love, support, and assistance in drinking away a bad week over a heaping plate of Polack food. And sometimes that friend resolves all of these issues before this cheer-up session begins. Let me just say, these are the best kind of cheer up parties. Unnecessary and still happening!!! Plus, like any good Polish girls, we love potato pancakes, and I was having a hell of a craving. And there is nothing this fried concoction can't sure. Sadness, anger, stress, tonsillitis, Anti-Social Personality Disorder (can't stop killing cats? have I got a cure for you!!)

So first we had to run to the store to buy chilies and MORE potatoes (oh..so we mean business do we? I should note that if you are Polish, a recipe is not complete until you have made enough to feed an underground anti-communist movement. So these recipes make about 18,000 pancakes. That's probably good for maybe an afternoon snack). Then we got a Starbucks (this step was totally necessary…you need energy to cook) and then we came home and put Mikey to work shredding potatoes. Call it an initiation. He’s a Polack like us now…I’m sure he’s so happy about this.

We decided on a variety:

Sweet Potato Pancakes
Grate 3 sweet potatoes (peeled), mix with two eggs and about a cup of flour (I’ll admit these measurements are a bit of a hard thing for me to put as I typically mix them till they are right…which if you are not Polish and therefore cannot make these by instinct is a bit annoying I know…sorry. They should hold together, still be a bit damp. The true test is when you put them in the oil. If they come out doughy and heavy you need less flour, and if they don't hold together you need more flour)
Mikey made it a point to tell me 11 times that he thought they would be good with nutmeg in them. This could be. I typically add scallions to mine. But the recipe is pretty basic so do what you heart desires.

Chili-cheddar Potato pancakes.
Grate 3-5 potatoes. Drain in a colander (ie put in colander and press with fork to remove excess moisture). Mix in two eggs (I’m pretty sure the recipe just wanted me to add flour (unless I can’t read…which is possible) but they were falling apart so we added eggs and flour and I’ll act on the assumption that I just fail at reading recipes) and again about a cup of flour (approximate), a small can of drained green chilies, half a diced onion and about a ½-1 cup of grated cheddar cheese.
Heat vegitable oil in large pan on med-high heat. Once it is warm, take two forks and “pinch” some of the pancake mixture between them (like you would with tongs) and place in pan, spreading out with fork for form a pancake about 3-4inches wide. (I realize this seems like a strange method, a lot of people just form them into actual pancakes, but I like them this way because they are chewy in the middle but you get a lot more of that crunchy outside. You’ll see when you cook them. Plus like so much Polish (or any) food this is just the way I was taught.)
Once they are cooked (2-3 mins each side) place on a plate covered with paper towel to drain and salt them. Once they are drained, place them on a separate plate. If you want to keep them warm you can turn the oven on to 250 degrees and leave them on a cookie sheet in the oven until all of them are finished. Ill mention that I turned on the oven, then never actually put them in. I think this was because we were all too busy munching on them to let them get cold.

Serve with sour cream, or apple sauce, and as we did , a lot of alcohol. Nooom