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