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    Saturday
    Jun152013

    Picking your fresh corn the right way

    I could easily have titled this: “Stop messing up my cobs!”

    Everytime I watch some well-meaning shopper stripping back the husk on an ear of corn, I would like to explain a couple things to them:

    You’re messing up ears for the next person - by opening the husk you’ve just exposed the tender, juicy kernals to air, which will promote dehydration and tasteless corn. It’s also a nice entryway for bugs and icky things.

    You’ve just given the vendor a cob that he can’t sell. Nobody else will buy it, now that you’ve messed it up.

    And, it’s just not necessary to do that.

    Look, buying fresh corn is actually pretty simple. Select ears that have a vibrant dark green husk that looks fresh - glistening with moisture. The silk coming out the end should be supple, bright and pretty and not dry looking. Finally, choose those cobs that feel heavy for their size, and in comparison to the rest.

    I give the end a gentle pressure around the tip - feeling for fully formed, fat (and that means juicy) kernals just under the husk. There shouldn’t be any ‘give’ or mushy feel. When I feel a cob that seems like the kernals didn’t form all the way to the end, I’ll put that one back - it’s fine, but perhaps for another use besides eating fresh off the grill where looks matter.

    Boiling is the favorite way to cook fresh corn, but actually, I prefer grilling on the BBQ. I think this really preserves the fresh taste.

    Cheers

    Thursday
    Jun132013

    The Stonehouse Cafe: Still the Girls Night Out Favorite

    Wow, I was amazed by the wonderful new website recently unveiled by Reno’s Stonehouse Cafe on Plumb and Arlington. The old website, was … well, old. And, the landing page music got annoying. The revamp is fresh, classy and speaks volumes about the place - elegantly showcasing the elements that make the Stonehouse Cafe such a favorite among locals: spot-on ambiance and quality food.

    The outdoor patio and gardens, at the beginning of the summer season, are so wonderfully thought out - it’s what I wish my urban backyard garden could be. Hmmm. Now, there’s an idea - go to the nursery and show them the Stonehouse website, saying “I want this”. While waiting for the rest of my party Tuesday night, I marvelled over the extraordinary cannas that were in riotous full bloom. Their gardens always make me think of an intersection of French villa and Tahoe rusticity. It’s truly lovely.

    Since, ahem … one of our group has some bigtime allergies, we waved farewell to the patio, choosing a cozy corner booth where our laughing wasn’t going to disturb too many patrons. ;-) Eventually, we got around to actually quieting down long enough to listen to the extensive list of specials which the server recited flawlessly - as always! Of course, Stonehouse has such a great selection of Small Plates, soups and salads, that we could order several different things to share.

    I seem to have Gazpacho on the brain. It’s the same every summer. Chilled soups are a warm weather passion of mine. The Stonehouse Gazpacho is deftly balanced - letting the fresh ingredients sing out clearly. The whole definitely is greater than the sum of the parts in this case. Served with slices of ripe avocado and a couple bite-sized grilled cheesy mini quesadillas - well, it was simply perfect.

    The fresh asparagus appetizer was a huge winner - everybody loved it. They loved it so much, in fact, that fingers got in there before I could whip out the camera to record the generous serving platter filled with fat, tender stalks of green, wrapped in smoky prosciutto, and perched above a creamy cheese sauce. With toasted bread on the side, we’re talking some serious finger food. Darn near ordered another plate of it.

    One of our group went for the grilled veggies and polenta - and of course, we all um, tasted some … sorry, Doris. I don’t think you really got very much of it. But the polenta was creamy on the inside and crispy on the outside, and served as the perfect foil for the savory grilled vegetables - eggplant, squash and peppers.

    The Stonehouse Cafe gets it - and gets it just right - when it comes to feeding a bunch of women who are watching their waistlines, but still want big flavors and creative, well-executed dishes that warrant coming back for again. You can get soul satisfying things like polenta and still feel like you’ve supped lightly and intelligently. You don’t have to go away feeling guilty.

    That is unless you also ate the birthday cake that came to the table - on the house. It was Chef and owner Paul Abowd’s 86th birthday. He’s such a sweet gentle man - and has guided his family in the restaurant business for decades. He has a lot to be proud of.

    Happy Birthday, Chef!

    Bon appetite!

     

    Thursday
    Jun132013

    Oh my, O Olive Oil (and vinegar) gift box is simply Outstanding!

    I’m always on the prowl for a great, unexpected gift for thoughtful friends - like my neighbor that baby-sat my old cat for two weeks while we were in France last month. Sometimes I do spices and herbs, or something from my travels. That’s a little more difficult - we’re ‘non-rev’ airline folks, and travel with the bare minimum of carry on luggage. It leaves very little room for bringing home goodies for everybody.

    That’s why it was so neat to discover that the fabulous O brand of olive oil, vinegars and more has an entire selection of nifty gifts for every occasion on their O Gifts page.

    Having got this one just the other day, I’m still in the process of admiring the box and it’s contents. That’s going to change this weekend, however, as I have ‘plans’ … in the culinary sense. Gazpacho keeps popping into my head now that the summer heat is here. And, could a fruit and veggie salad be just the vehicle for the Orange Blossom Champagne vinegar? Possibly, but then there’s the idea of simply sipping it.

    What? You haven’t sipped vinegar? Really? Then you’ve been missing out. Sheesh, we all have a SodaStream now, and a bit of this in with the sparkling H20 … well, that’s about as refreshing as it gets.

    Here’s the history: drinking vinegar has been around a very long time. Since, well, vinegar was invented probably. Actually, vinegar invents itself - when the sugars are exposed to air. The Babyonians used it to preserve foods, while Greek and Roman soldiers drank it on the march. It’s estimated that vinegar has been produced commercially by various cultures since about 2,000 B.C.E.!

    Drinking vinegar for health has been around since the time of Hippocrates, and has long been reputed to have healthful qualities. I’m not going there. I can only say, with certainty, that some well crafted vinegars are so delicious that I’ve been known to slurp a spoonful while making vinaigrettes!

    Where vinegars really shine as beverages are in ‘shrubs’ - a type of mixed drink that originated back in colonial times. Shrubs have seen a resurgence in popularity with mixologists in recent years, showing up on high toned bar menus. The Chicagoist talks about the renewed interest in Shrubs in greater depth. They are certainly worth your exploration - especially with the availability of great craft and artisan vinegars that are now available. Another one that I can heartily recommend? The Slide Ridge Honey Wine Vinegar from Utah, which is wonderfully sweet and tart all at the same time. If you haven’t tried it - oh, gee, you really ought to.

    But I digress. The vinegar is a delightful late afternoon ‘pick me up’ - especially when you’re trying to avoid caffeine.

    In this case, I plucked a few stems of fresh herbs from the garden - thyme, marjoram, tarragon, mint would all work! - and tucked those into the ice-filled glasses before topping the ice and vinegar off with sparkling water.

    Yum! I nibbled a tasty iced shortbread cookie as I sipped. 

    So, I would suggest adding this on your short list of great gifts - either to order online, or look for in your local foodie stores. Especially if you’re wondering what I might like - should a gifting occasion, um, come along in the future! Wink. Hint. 

    Cheers! 

    Monday
    May272013

    Luxurious coffee nirvana from Graffeo Coffee

    We took a break from shopping in the Mill Valley, California the other day to have a leisurely lunch at Piazza D’Angelo Italian Restaurant. The food is really very good there, and if you’re in the area, I suggest you give them a try - but that’s another post.

    This is really about the coffee that I finished up my meal with.

    Normally, I am a huge fan of Peet’s Major Dickason’s Blend for my drip brewed morning coffee at home, and then when pressing the DeLonghi Magnifica into service - long about three in the afternoon - I’ll sip some wonderful Illy. One sugar. And, either a biscotti or a madeleine. Never both. Savored, dipped and nibbled.

    This is what being civilized is all about. it’s not so much about stopping to smell the roses, as it is slowing down to appreciate the luxurious liquor that a fine roasted coffee bean can provide. It’s heady. Sirupy. Sensual. Yes, Illy is rather expensive, I suppose - especially since I love the Illy Brazilian MonoArabica.  But really, a single? Occasionally a double? Certainly such a small cuppa love deserves putting the very best beans forward. No?

    I digress. 

    I have found a new love. Full-bodied. Not bitter. Bold yet silky smooth. Like a velvet glove being drawn lightly down one’s spine. By candlelight. Motioning the waiter over, I had to know what this magical elixer was.

    Huh? Graffeo? Never heard of it.

    That’s embarrassing, since I’m not exactly new to San Francisco. But Graffeo has been right there in North Beach since 1935 - roasting amazing dark, rich blends of Costa Rican, Guatamalan and New Guinea beans. Zagat knew about them, as did Wine Spectator! Sheesh. They positively swoon over Graffeo - gushing things like “best coffee around”, “Number 1 Coffee”, “best beans on the planet”, and something about it being served at the Oscars.

    This Graffeo outfit seems to be what companies like Peet’s used to be about: Family. Passion. Quality. Don’t get me wrong. I still drink Peet’s, but the family finally sold out to a larger company from Europe, and we’ll see what happens as the thing evolves.

    It didn’t take me long to check them out online - and get ordering. And, that’s when I noticed something very interesting - that differentiates Graffeo from all the rest. They don’t ‘do’ flavors. And they don’t ‘do’ every variation and version under the sun - trying to capture every taste and palate out there in the usual coffee marketing strategy. They keep it simple - and very high quality.

    Graffeo does dark, light and Swiss Water Process decaf. Period. They’ll combine some half dark/decaf, half light/decaf - and a 3/4 dark or light over the decaf.

    That’s as far as they’re going, thank you very much. Eight premium choices. If you need more, go get the floorsweep from that Seattle outfit. Come to think of it, I’m burnt out on the surplus of often mediocre choices that companies offer nowadays. Dozens of choices do not necessarily equate to quality.

    Well, I’m looking forward to my first shipment of Graffeo.

    I’ll keep you posted.

     

    Friday
    May172013

    Waste not! Don't toss those leaves. Eat them!

    It drives me a little nuts when I watch friends prep veggies and toss out some of the best parts. In addition to that, just a walk through the produce section in the local grocery store - looking at celery that has lost all the wonderful top leaves, for example - is saddening. All that goodness gone!

    Folks, when you toss this perfectly good leafy stuff, you’re throwing away nutrition, money and a ton of great texture and flavor! Would you rather pay a premium price for fancy designer greens to liven up salads? Hmmm?

    Ask your produce guy to consider not trimming the life out of what goes on the shelves. The leafy tops of celery, for an example, are absolutely glorious as a ‘green’ for salads, soups, tossed into pasta, whizzed into pesto and more. It dries wonderfully to use later on, too.

    As Americans, we’ve learned to like highly trimmed, perfect looking fruits and vegetables, arranged just so in the market. We don’t want to see a leaf out of place. Unfortunately, all that perfection has come at a high cost - and we are the poorer for it, both from a nutritional standpoint, adding to mountains of waste that should’ve been more productively utilized, and robbing our plates of really delicious, interesting foods.

    So the next time you browse through the produce aisle, or the farmers market, or receive your CSA delivery - consider the leaves. It’s a simple matter to harvest them, wash, spin and store them, right along with your other salad greens, spinach, kale and the rest.

     

    Wednesday
    May152013

    Wine Picks: Belleruche 2010 Cotes-du-Rhone Blanc

    Tired of the same old Chardonnay or Sauvignon Blanc? Want to become more familiar with French wines -particularly whites? Then you might want to give this 2010 M. Chapoutier Belleruche Cotes-du-Rhone Blanc a shot. It sells for about $11 to $13 a bottle.

    Offering more complexity than a lot of modestly priced white wines, you’ll pick up on floral (white blossoms)  and honeyed notes, green apple … perhaps even a bit of pear. It’s fresh and well balanced. A nice mouthfeel and decent length. There is a nicely crisp, well-behaved acidity, with just the barest hint of mineral that complements a wide range of foods - from eggs to cheese (think Chevre) to grilled fish/shellfish to pork. More experienced tasters will enjoy the layers that can be picked up with this wine. It’s aged in stainless steel vats - something I prefer.

    Blending of Grenache Blanc, Clairette and Bourboulenc.

    Wednesday
    May152013

    Eggs for dinner: Life made tastily easy in minutes

    I’m still in ‘catch up’ mode since the marathon trip home from this latest visit to France. The bills. The mail. The laundry. Restock the fridge. A bit of yardwork. A bit of housework. How does a house manage to get sad looking when you’re gone for two weeks? But I was still running errands this afternoon, and the time just slips away. Next thing I knew it was 6:15 p.m. and I hadn’t even thought about dinner!

    Eggs are the only answer for nights like this. Omelettes take ‘easy’ into the realm of gourmet. Whatever that means. The word ‘gourmet’ bothers me these days. It reminds me of the 70’s when sprouts made everything ‘gourmet’. Ick. Let’s just say that crafting a proper omelette takes it up a notch. There isn’t a French cafe that doesn’t offer une omelette. They ‘get it’.

    Omelettes are so easy. Really. And you must have two high-quality, non-stick omelette pans in your arsenal. I’ve done it this way for decades! (Yikes, now I date myself). Since I took omelette cooking lessons in Salt Lake City, Utah - back in the 70’s. This must be channeling the 1970’s references.

    Relatively low, steady heat. Eggs don’t like being shocked, especially when your goal is light, tender and fluffy. And, whisk the daylights outta them. And, use lots of butter. If you insist on using some sort of low-calorie cooking spray, then I don’t vouch for the outcome. It’s just wrong. You must use butter. A nice big fat pat per pan.

    Tonight, I minced a large shallot, and combined it with finely minced fresh, flat-leaf Italian parsley. A brief saute in butter in each omelette pan to soften the shallots was perfect. Then I poured in the whisked eggs. Don’t mess with them at this point - other than to sprinkle some salt and pepper over them. Let them ‘set’ for a couple minutes. When they’ve started to firm up about the edges, take a rubber spatula and gently run it around the edges - lifting and letting the runny parts go underneath.

    Got all the runny parts underneath? Add any fillings - in this case it was several dollops of creamy goat cheese. A couple diced green onions would have been good - but I didn’t have any. Then gently flip one side up and over the other. Give it a couple more minutes to ‘set’ and slide it onto a warmed plate. The red sauce is actually some of my homemade sweet red pepper jam/sauce - the recipe is here. If you don’t have this - use some really good quality Dijon mustard for your condiment of choice.

    Paired with some really good toast, a few pickles and a good glass of white wine - hey, dinner can be classy, tasty, fast and economical.

    Bon apetite!

    Wednesday
    May152013

    Chocolate that will take the top of your head - and the chill - off?

    Yeah. Really.

    We were out for an after dinner drive in Jean-Claude’s four-wheel-drive. Up and down, in and out, around and through one mountain ravine after another from the house in Neuveglise. The late spring weather was blustery, especially as we reached the higher passes of the French Cantal region. Windblown pastures with rugged Salers cattle, ancient farmhouses tucked here and there. And single-track roads still closed with snow.

    Everybody was chilled, and a couple of us (ahem! not me!) needed a smoke. Or two. So, we dove into the genial, warm and friendly environs of Alta Terra for chocolate. This ain’t yo mama’s hot chocolate. No thin, artificially flavored ‘Swiss Miss’ crap here. Being the sport that I am, I went for the Forte version. That means strong. It was heaven - if you really enjoy that 90% cocoa thing. Even I was forced to add some hot milk and sugar. ;-)

    They serve it, like in most of France, in a sweet French (duh!) press pot, and for just a few Euros, you can really get your hot chocolate groove on. It was available in mild and medium strength, too. Thick. Eat it with a spoon thick. Kind of like hot chocolate pudding. Yum! Or, ‘miam, miam!’

    And, if that’s not enough, we had a couple rounds of small pots of goodies - a fluffy cheese with red currant jam on top, and more fluffy chocolate goodness, cookies and small sweet cakes. We all had little spoons and kept passing the glory around the table.

    BTW: Alta Terra is a pretty cool place. There were a couple small groups that had also stopped in - a happy group of Germans driving their Porsches. Some intrepidly cold and weatherproof cyclists were also there. If you’re looking for a rustic place to get into the hiking and recreational aspects of the French Cantal, I really would suggest staying here. They’ve got a dandy hot tub and a sauna, too. The young couple who own it are very nice, accomodating, and speak English if your highschool French isn’t up to par. You’ll love the spectacular vistas, so bring your camera!

    Now, it’s time to go walk it off! Yikes.

    Wednesday
    May152013

    Cafe and Croissants in Le Bar? Mais, oui!

    Once you get feeling confident to travel on your own through France, you will eventually be wondering where to get coffee and a pastry. Or breakfast, should you have wandered away from the standard hotel demi-pensione arrangements. It doesn’t exactly work the same as at home - here in the U.S.

    Wandering into a bakery - lured by the incredible aromas and visions of light flakey pastries, cream fillings, icings and more - you will wonder “where’s the coffee?” (or a place to sit down!). And bars don’t seem like the most obvious place to fulfill your need for coffee and a croissant. 

    What to do? 

    It’s easy. Go into the bakery, and buy the goodies. Then wander out, bag in hand, to the nearest Bar. Go sit down, and order a couple Cafe’s. That’s those little cups of what we call Espresso. Unwrap your baked goodies and enjoy them with your coffee.

    Oh, and about the little coffees: Don’t ask for a Macchiato, Cappuccino or some such Starbucks nonsense in a French bar unless you want to get the serious French ‘stink eye’. Ah, Bonjour, Madame! Je veux un cafe, s’il vous plais! Always, always, always politely acknowledge and greet people when you walk into a store, a museum or place to eat, with either Bonjour or Bon Soir, Madame/Monsieur!.

    I know! You’d never do that in the U.S.! Somebody would end up in a huff, and storm out. But that’s just the way it works in France. Bakeries - Boulangeries - bake. Bars serve drinks - including coffee. That’s not to say you can’t find the occasional Tea Room - Salon de The - but that’s more likely in the touristy areas and not in the little places out in the country.

    Throw caution and typical American reserve to the winds! Order your tiny cuppa joe, and unwrap your GIANT chocolate-filled eclair and go for the caffeine and sugar-laden gusto!

     

    Saturday
    May042013

    A Carrot A Day Keeps the Same-Old Soup Away?

    This amazing soup came with Ron’s Prix Fixe supper the other night, in Paris. When I tasted it, I immediately descended into a funk of buyers’ remorse over my own positively delightful entree (French for starter or appetizer. Yeah, I know … confusing at first). But it was mind-blowing.

    The large white soup plate came to the table sporting a nice dollop of something white in the center. Ron doesn’t know what to expect, but I’m slightly alarmed. “What? Did I order something wrong in my stumbling French?” He hesitantly began to poke his spoon at the white stuff, when the waiter - then slightly alarmed himself, but not going to show it - squeaked “Ah, non Monsieur” and reached in with a carafe of something righteously steaming hot and orange, which he poured around the white stuff - ending with a professional flourish, landing the last drop just where it should be. The waiter took Ron’s hand - still bearing the soup spoon - and gently guided it around in a swirl to delicately combine the elements.

    I’m sitting across the table in awe.

    Here’s one thing you have to understand about the best of the best of French waiters - they do not want the food to fail. They don’t want you to fail in your enjoyment of the food. They will often move heaven and earth - in an unbelievably subtle manner - to ensure that you select the right wine, eat the cheeses in the best order, and stir the soup together. They have skin in the game. Reputation. Both personal and for the establishment. It’s that competitive.

    Back to carrot soup.

    I’ve made all kinds of soups from carrots. It’s so underutilized in the states. Sweet and savory. It wants to play well with almost everything possible. From Indian Curry to French Tarragon. But mine are generally creamy. Either plumped up with actual cream and butter, or at least whole carrots cooked to soft then pushed through the food mill to a fine puree. It just never occurred to me to base it all in a aromatic, home-made chicken broth, as this one was. It was a combination straight from heaven. Flakes of the standard French herb lexicon floated through - the Parisian Bonne Herbes blend of Basil, Chervil, Tarragon, Dill and Chives, with salt and pepper.

    The foil for the carrots - well, I’m honestly not sure what the white puree was. I was getting something like grated (peeled and hence, white ) radish, with pureed potato. The waitstaff was so slammed by this point that I didn’t want to break his ‘flow’ by both of us stumbling through each other’s language to figure it out. This is a popular joint - and the crowd appeared to be serious Parisian foodistas all. The folks that get it.

    It couldn’t get more simple than this. And, that’s where the true brilliance of French cuisine shines through. The best of the best is simple, straight-forward and unafraid to let the true character of the ingredients shine through.

    The restaurant? La Marlotte, 6th Arrondisement, Paris. http://www.lamarlotte.com/

     

     

    Thursday
    May022013

    Paris : Delights Noted On the Fly

    I keep telling self that my innate ability to see, hear and note all at any given moment is a bloggers dream and not a curse. At times, it does amount to sensory overload- so all the better to have a husband standing a block further up the street - looking just a tad impatient that his wife has - once again - darted in a half dozen directions all at once to drool over this, snap a photo of that, while remarking on the great ‘meaning’ of it all.

    Just the other day, I told him that his burden in life was to keep me grounded. Rather like a shiny mylar balloon, filled with lighter than air gases, straining at the tether. That would be me - far up in the outer reaches of atmosphere, floating ever higher, until the delicate tension between outside and inside pressures resulted in that eventual explosion.

    Sheesh, I’ve just described self as an exploding gas bag. Sweet.

    So, here are a few of my digressions in the 6 Arrondisement, walking from hotel to Notre Dame.
    (NOTE- I'm not thrilled with this layout format, but it's all I can get using the blogs ipad app. I didn't travel with my laptop this time)

    I got a chuckle out of the 'slaughtered' chickens in the shop window (above). Parisian shop windows tend to do things like that. They can be quirky. Ironic. The idea seems to be that you just might be intelligent enough to the get the inside joke. I like this better than the super safe approach, that we see stateside, of never, ever take the chance of offending anybody.

    When I saw the window filled with the jam making supplies, my heart skipped a beat. Several, actually. Long time maven followers will know that I am passionate about jam making. Especially the French jam making. Copper pots and all. I want me another smaller copper jam pot. This one wasn't even all that expensive!

    Thank gawd that Parisians have seen fit to retain a few of the original Metropolitan entrances from the glory days of Artes Nouveau, designed by Hector Guimard. Of the original 83, many have been gifted to other cities, such as Montreal.

    Saturday
    Apr272013

    We'll always have Paris.

    Just the other day, I was reflecting on the sad fact that I haven’t been in Paris - the one in France, since a clumsy Google search showed me that there are at least 25 towns named Paris in this country! - since 1974. That was on my second trip to Europe as a young college student, traveling with a bicycle and a backpack. I was getting way more of any education than my mother had any idea of - she tended to live in a rose-colored world of wishful make-believe.

    Even more surprising, my husband has never been there. That’s really something for a retired airline captain, who has pretty much ‘been there, done that’. I’ve been promising that he would go to France with me this spring - his having not yet seen where our African ‘daughter’ and French son-in-law live. 

    It should be a delightful little family reunion.

    We’re actually only going to stay in Paris for a couple of days before going south to Clermont-Ferrand, and the Auvergne region of France. That’s enough for a newbie! And, he’s not really an art museum type - whereas I could spend days combing the galleries, in addition to the food markets. Ron is more keen for the open road and wide open vistas. So, a rental car will be waiting in CF, the headquarters of Michelin Tire. Yup. The home of the fat boy. Maybe they offer tours of the test track.

    The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners.- F. Scott Fitzgerald

    I also have a little surprise for my best guy. Seeing France from the cockpit of a CE-182. If the weather permits, of course. This time year, French weather is dicey. Natacha called yesterday to say that we should bring a few warm things - it had snowed the night before. I’m expecting plenty of drizzle, punctuated by warm sunshine.

    This poses challenges for a person allowed only one roll-aboard suitcase, but I’m pretty much a pro. And, they sell clothes over there.

    Needless, perhaps, to say, but I’m making note of many well-rated bistros, cafes and brasseries in Paris. We’re staying on the Left Bank, of course - in the 6th Arrondissement, at the Hotel Sevres. I’ll let you know how this place rates, but it’s got to be a step up from the youth hostels that I stayed in nearly (gasp!) 40 years ago. Although, being young, European hostels were pretty fun, if lacking the most rudimentary privacy - a running slumber party. But that might be roughing it a bit more than I care for now.

    Although I plan on showing my guy all the usual touristy postcard-worthy sights - I think it might actually turn out to be quite romantic. Sometimes it isn’t a matter of what you’re seeing, as who you’re seeing it with, and how being together for more than 30 years allows you to say a lot without saying a word. Context is everything. These days, after having been through plenty of ‘thick and thin’ and losing a few good friends recently, we understand that any remaining time together can be rudely interrupted. We’d better enjoy what we have while we’ve got it.

    Boy, those French. They have a different word for everything.

     -Steve Martin

    Last fall, we did a similarly paced trip through the Istrian Penninsula of Croatia, with some side trips to Slovenia and Venice, Italy, and it was quite magical. We did it slow and leisurely - with no particular plan or expectations. In return, we came home with wonderful memories of soft breezes, warm sun-filled afternoons near the sapphire blue Adriatic, smiling locals, good meals, and a more solid appreciation for each other. I still think he’s complete knot-head on occasion, but he’s my knot-head, and I wouldn’t trade him.

    And, now - to paraphrase a favorite movie, “we’ll always have Paris.”

    Check back in over the next couple of weeks, as I will be posting photos and stories from the road.

    a bientot!

     

    Saturday
    Apr272013

    Un Caffe Strikes a Delicious Chord. Again.

    We’ve been rushing around trying to get all the last minute details taken care of before we blast off for France on Monday. There’s no time to cook, really, and I certainly don’t want fresh food in the fridge when we’ll be gone for two weeks. The pickins’ are getting slim, to say the least.

    So after my friend, Dick, came and picked up my Trek bike - he’s taking it back up to Hector at South Shore Bikes to get a longer neck put on the handlebars (but not until we’d drooled over his brand new OMG Trek Project One, Madone ) - we zipped over to Un Caffe on Double R and Prototype for a quick, albeit late, lunch.

    Let’s get one thing straight. I love pasta. It’s just the Olive-Garden-all-you-can eat-industrial-sized portions of not very good pasta that I can’t stand. This is one reason I have to escape to Europe occasionally - and go where less is really more. The uniquely American idea that ever larger portions will somehow make up for ever cheaper, agri-industrialized ingredients and stale by-the-corporate-memo execution misses everything that dining out should be. If you’re thinking that, maybe, I haven’t been to a chain restaurant of any kind in at least the last five years - you’re right. 

    That’s why I was so amazed and pleased to find a ‘just right’ portion of really very toothsome pasta - with a perfectly balanced and tasty house-made marinara sauce. It went perfectly with an absolute jewel of a salad - beet slices, spring greens, toasted pecans with just enough creamy - slightly mustardy - vinaigrette. Yeah, I know that beets are almost - yawn - passe now, but this really was a keeper for the menu. Again, good chefs understand the power of restraint.

    That’s just one reason we keep going back to Un Caffe Italian Bistro.

    We also keep going back there to support and encourage, Cheri, the chef/owner. She’s taken on a real challenge - opening a restaurant that isn’t exactly in Reno’s gaming core, or even near high traffic shopping areas. 

    But the place is impeccable - tastefully designed, with a menu that doesn’t set out to conquer the entire world. Again, that restraint thing is at work. I wish a few other chefs would take a look at her pared back menu - do fewer things, but do them really well. Now, there’s a thought. 

    Who would’ve thought that a simple, small, plate of spaghetti could make a customer into a brand evangelist?

    Hmmmm.

     

    Sunday
    Apr212013

    Better, More Flavorful Spices and Herbs? As Close As Your Freezer!

    I learned a very long time ago that buying spices and herbs by the bottle in the grocery store aisle was not the most economical way - or the best way to get fresh, premium herbs and spices for my carefully crafted meals. The answer, for me at least, has been to mail order them from high-quality, reputable purveyors of said herbs and spices. They have a much higher turnover of their inventories - since they’re not selling everything else under the sun - which keeps their products fresh, and obviously have reputations to protect. And, since they tend to be family owned and operated, I feel like I’m supporting the small businesses that are the backbone of this country.

    However, when you take the time and  effort to mail-order ingredients, it’s important to order enough to last for a while. Shipping costs are going nowhere but up, and placing numerous small orders can eat up any cost-savings you might otherwise realize. But what do you do with the extra inventory in your own kitchen pantry? 

    Herbs and spices have a rather limited shelf life, even under the best of conditions. That’s why I’m always sad when I notice long outdated jars of herbs and spices in the kitchen cupboards of friends and relatives. Not that I’m being nosey! Sometimes, I’m actually asked to help out in the kitchen! I’ll reach for a jar of herbs for a dish, only to unscrew the lid, take a whiff and …. nothing. Nada. That should never, ever happen. 

    You should only buy what you can use within about six months, and I’ve learned to put the extra away - tightly wrapped and sealed to protect against humidity, air and light- into my freezer compartment. Herbs and spices should never be stored out in the open - as pretty as they can be in glass jars - where the sun or any kind of light can rob them of their flavor and fragrance! Nor should they be stored in a cupboard above a stove - they can be exposed to higher than optimal temperatures. Ideally, herbs and spices should be stored (other than in the freezer ) at between about 65 to 75 degrees. Low humidity - below about 55% - is preferable, too.

    Keep only a limited amount in glass jars, with tight screw top lids, in a dark cupboard. When I had my kitchen re-done, the deal breaker that I insisted on was a pull-out spice cabinet. It’s incredibly handy! 

    I once had the pleasure to work with several software engineers from India, on a special project. From them, and African friends, I learned the importance of grinding spices as close to the cooking time as possible to ensure the maximum fragrance and heavenly flavors! 

    Using a spice grinder, a dedicated coffee grinder or even a simple mortar and pestle will give you a fresh product that will make your dishes zing! There’s absolutely nothing from a supermarket aisle that will even come close - and you will actually save money! And here’s another bonus - you can create your own, very distinctive and individualized spice and herb blends! Barbeque rubs are just one example of a blend that you can craft and call your very own.

    When I put the larger bags of spices and herbs to sleep in the deep freeze - I make sure they are unopened, or if I have opened them, then I’ll usually squeeze air out, and double bag them. Sometimes I’ll even use my vacuum Foodsaver appliance to really make precious herbs last a lot longer.

    Over the years, I’ve found several great spice and herb suppliers - some that have really stood the test of time and economic bubbles. I highly recommend the following:

    The Spice House - for nearly everything and even a bit more - including dynamite French blends.

    Penzey’s - for all your basics and a little more.

    La Tienda - for Smoked Spanish Paprika.

    Having longtime Persian friends, and loving both French and Spanish cuisine, I’ve learned that I must have reliable, quality sources of genuine saffron. This can be challenging - since genuine Persian (Iranian) saffron availability can be affected by political instability in that region. Spanish saffron is usually available, and Kashmir, too. Moroccan and Greek saffron are fine for soups like Bouillabaisse. I’ve written about saffron in this blog, so read on in these posts if you are interested about sources and use:

    Saffron Makes Any Meal Into A Foodie Event.

    The World’s Most Seductive, Mysterious Spice. A source.

    I’ve also noted a new source of Iranian Saffron: Mehr Saffron

    I hope that you will clean out your spice cabinet of all the dusty jars of spices and herbs that long ago lost their zest and bouquet - and begin a thoughtful replacement program. A few here and there - starting with the basics that you use day in and day out:

    French Thyme, Greek Oregano, European Basil, Marjoram, Rosemary, good black and white peppercorns, Garlic and Onion powders, are essential. 

    Then consider: Bay Leaves, Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Paprika, Crushed Red Pepper Flakes, Cumin, Cayenne Pepper, Chili Powder, Curry Powder, Dill Weed.

    You’ll note that I don’t include Parsley. Fresh Italian flat-leaf parsley is so widely available, and inexpensive, in the grocery stores that I keep it on hand in the fridge all the time. I’ll chop it up in salads with the rest of the greens, or mince it up to dress up a dinner plate. I also keep fresh garlic on hand all the time, too. However, there are times that you need the powder - like for BBQ rubs. Same idea with Onion Powder.

    When you start to get a bit more adventurous: French Tarragon, Savory, Chervil, Fennel Seeds, Fennel Pollen.

    Rotate your supplies on a regular basis! It simply isn’t worth it to hang on to long expired and tired spices and herbs. You may think you’re wasting money by tossing them out, but you’ll really be wasting money and effort adding them to what would be an otherwise great dish. Every couple of months, I’ll take a look through my freezer and the spice cabinet - make a note of what I need to replace. And, like everybody else, I’ll buy things on a whim, use it once or twice, and before I know it, the novelty has worn off. The stuff is old and needs to say ‘goodbye!’

     

     

     

     

     

    Monday
    Apr152013

    Food Hospital: A fresh, and responsible look at food and health

    I had real reservations about this show in the beginning. Far too many hucksters and snake-oil salesmen - and women - are out there on the tee-vee and especially the internet, selling the uninformed on the idea that just eating this or that will make them slim, happy, healthy, wealthy and wise. Reality is seldom so simple, but hope springs eternal - and too often wallets.

    In this case, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by this offering - The Food Hospital - from Britain’s Channel 4. I watch it on cable - The Cooking Channel.

    The show is based on the idea that foods can be a critical element in the pursuit of good health - and that a diet of highly processed, sugary, sodium-filled faux foods can be adversely impacting our health. There isn’t a reputable nutritionist, dietician or even doctor that would argue the point. The question is this: can just changing out diet change out health? Again, reality is seldom that simple.

    Each episode of The Food Hospital features three average citizens - British - that have varying chronic health issues. Some are really quite severe - even life threatening. The shows experts examine the patients, and make recommendations - sometimes even bringing in additional expertise. The patients are followed over weeks and months - and the cameras check back in to see how patients progresss. The results can be astounding.

    Fortunately, the doctors and dieticians on the show understand complex and nuanced realities, and go to great lengths to ensure that viewers understand that food is an important part of the story and not the whole story. They are not dismissive of mainstream medicine in the least, and carefully counsel the people on the show to adhere to their doctor’s advice - and make responsible, common-sense changes to their diets.

    One of the show’s segments that I really love is The Truth About bits. 

    Today, people are inundated with information - much of it misleading, with intent to sell billions of dollars in products - and it’s tough for people to slog through fact and myth, truth and falsehood, science and marketing hype. That’s why it’s so important to support shows that do endeavor to stick to the facts.

    Dr. Pixie is the presenter for The Truth About and Dr. Pixie Investigates segments. Dr. Pixie? Really? Yes. Dr. Pixie McKenna is a third-generation doctor from Cork, Ireland, and well known Harley Street practicing physician and television personality - something like a British version of Dr. Oz.

    Anyway, I like her. And, I like this show.

    Cheers, and good health!

     

     

     

    Saturday
    Apr132013

    Jam I Am: A lifelong sticky obsession

    It’s the same story every summer. Pots of bubbling fruit and sugar filling the soft warm air of my kitchen with aromas that - if I could bottle them - would make me wealthy beyond my wildest dreams. But since I can’t do that, I am content to live with the amazing knowledge that I’ll keep doing this year in and year out, and loving it.

    No matter what else is going on, making jams, preserves, conserves, confit and such just makes me happy.

    My obsession with jam making started more than 40 years ago, being raised in Utah, with easy access to abundant orchards that dotted the Wasatch Front in those days. Sadly, much of that land now sports suburbs. But back in the day, we had the best of peaches, pears, plums, nectarines, raspberries ( I made school money picking them! ) and so much more. We made jellies, jams and fruit nectars that we would store in the ‘root cellar’ portion of our basement.

    The root cellar was a dug out underneath the front porch of our house in Holladay, and it maintained a year round temperature of about 60 degrees. We also kept onions and all sorts of pumpkins, potatoes and such down there as well. On really meltingly hot summer days, it was a great place to go cool off!

    Early on I became fascinated with the ability to ‘put by’ the bounty of summer - in a flavorful, and attractive way. And it soon became apparent that I had a knack for it.

    These days, I don’t have a root cellar. I wish that I did, because I have jam stuffed into closets and cupboards around the house. Actually, I’d be dangerous with more space. I’d have a sauerkraut and pickle crocks bubbling, in addition to full-throttle charcuterie. Imagine having cool, dry space to hang ham, sausages and such?

    Once upon a time, I even got talked into making my obsession into a business venture. Good idea. But too many other factors weren’t, uh … good.

    And many friends have asked me to teach them the hush, hush big secrets to jam making. The big question: how to ensure they keep their traps shut? They all find out my secrets and then go on to make fabulous products on their own! Sigh. It’s like little birds leaving the nest. I look at it as a legacy that I leave behind - people making jam, and hopefully, passing that talent and knowledge along.

    One of the best reasons to make one’s own jams, is for gifts. I’m never short a hostess or new neighbor gift, and since the recipients ask for more, I think it’s safe to say that it’s always appreciated.

    Another reason to make jam is for the creative outlet that it provides. I used to feel so confined by my ingredients - particularly the old style pectins. There were very specific recipes - with just so much sugar and fruit to X amount of pectin. And the pectins, whether powder or liquid, needed to added at just the right moment before or after boiling point was reached. Too many batches never achieved that perfect ‘set’ that serious jam makers seek.

    Then, I had one of those ‘light bulb’ moments while sharing jam making ideas with the wife of a friend. She is from France, and they have a wonderful jam and preserve making tradition there. The epiphany? They don’t use pectin. It’s simply a matter of loosely measuring out a ratio of fruit to sugar, and then cooking it to ‘set’ point. My friend simply noted how odd it was that Americans didn’t just put fuit and sugar into a pan and cook it until thick. What’s the big deal?

    Vive la difference! I was ready to storm the barricades of genuine French confiture - wooden spoon in hand and copper jam pot on the flame!

    Being a little unsure at first, I relied on one book in particular : Mes Confitures, by Christine Ferber.

    This book was a watershed experience for me. 

    The first couple of recipes, I followed to the letter. But it soon became apparent that the rule of ratios would work for me regardless of what specific changes I would make - adding in a fruit, changing some herbs or other flavor components such as liqueurs. It was like the whole world opened up and the ideas began flooding in. Reduced to it’s simplest terms - you begin with a rough ratio of 100 % fruit and then whatever 50% of that weight is in sugar. Tweak from there, if you will, but it’s just that plain. Obviously, I strongly recommend using a digital kitchen scale - and please! learn to weigh and measure in metric! It’s so much easier to develop recipes in grams/kilograms!

    Some of my better confiture creations are:

    Perfectly Pear Jam - Pears, with Grannie Smith apples, toasted pine nuts, raisins plumped in pear liqueur and thyme. It makes a wonderful accompaniment with cheeses, like chedder or gouda.

    Tipsy Berry Jam - Blueberries, blackberries and raspberries with raspberry liqueur and un tout petite peu of pepper.

    Alehouse Relish - Grannie Smith apples, celery, ale, honey and fenugreek spice. This works so well as a condiment for fish! It sounds odd, perhaps, but those who’ve tried it - and that includes some food industry professionals - swear it’s addictive.

    … and everybody’s favorite,

    Bacon Roasted Pepper Jam - Roasted baby sweet peppers, bacon, smoke. This one makes an awesome glaze on grilled salmon or rotisseried chicken!

    Certainly, I have my favorites, too. My Orange Marmalade rocks. I’ll use Tangelos, and put lots of very finely julienned zest into it. The Peach Bourbon is one that others have insisted that I teach them to make - and I have to admit, everybody loves it. And, my hands down breakfast favorite is a Carrot Walnut jam with oranges. It’s my take on an old French favorite - carrot jam - that’s simply killer. 

    Perhaps my biggest surpise came when I made the switch from heavy commercial stainless kettles to the classic French Mauviel copper jam pots. I had always figured it was some sort of silly conceit, needing these beautiful but very pricey pots. What’s the big deal, I said.

     

    Well, once I tried one, I swore never ever to go back to the tall stainless pots. These make better jam. Period. The reason? The sloping sides is one. They allow for much faster evaporation of the water - and that’s essentially what we do when making jam. We draw/evaporate the water out from the fruit by boiling, replacing it with sugars. Additionally, the copper heats so evenly and quickly, that I never have any more ‘hot spots’ or scorched jam. I use the 10.6 quart size. If you really LOVE the Mauviel products, you might want to shop their website for special deals.

    As you can see above, I don’t use the standard ‘Mason’ canning jars anymore, either. During my short-lived adventure in pursuit of a commercial product, I was testing various jars that would be appropriate for store shelves. That led me to SKS Bottle & Packaging, where I began buying cases of jars, and bags of lids. The good news is that you can buy as little or as much as you need. They are very helpful.

    With some trepidation, I began using these instead of the old rings that I’d used for more than 40 years. But  the fact is, they work just great. And again, I’m able to really create a professional looking item in keeping with the hand-crafted, high-quality product I make. Obviously, I’m careful to never reuse the lids - just as with regular old style Mason jar lids.

    Once I made the switch to the professional jars, however, I found that none of my old standard wide-mouth funnels would work with them! Yikes, talk about making a mess of things! Yes, I tried angling the funnels over the jars. That didn’t work. Then I bought a plastic funnel and tried cutting the hole to the right size. Another waste of time. Then, I found the Kuchenprofi funnel which was absolutely perfect! It has a tapered funnel spout that will fit nearly any jar or bottle, plus a handy strainer insert. I highly recommend this funnel, as it will replace so many of the ones you probably have in your kitchen tool drawer. The strainer is great for straining gravies, sauces and more.

    So, there you are. Such is my journey to the sweet, sticky spot. It’s April now, and I’m starting to get all eager to start hitting the farmers market in search of my next jarred success story.

    Cheers, and Bon Apetit!

    Saturday
    Apr132013

    Life and Tomatoes

    “It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”

    Lewis Grizzard

    Thursday
    Apr112013

    Illy and I : BFF. Oh, yeah!

    Whoa! Now that good espresso. Have been using beans from Peets up till now, but saw this illy yesterday and thought I’d give it a try through my DeLonghi Magnifica machine. The monoarabica from Brazil WOW! ZOWIEE! Smooth beyond belief, with lovely chocolate notes. Excellent crema. I’m a convert.

    And, if you are wondering, I’ve had the old work horse, DeLonghi Magnifica deus ex machina for about five years now. It’s wonderful. There is a more expensive one that - money no object - I’d trade it in for. But that is merely a dream. This one has been a great and boon espresso maker - worthy of Illy, neato espresso cups, tiny spoons, and taking a bit of time in the afternoon to enjoy a cup with a Madeleine.

    Thursday
    Apr112013

    Produce Aisle Addiction: I don't need a cure from this

    I don’t know what I’d do, faced with the abundance of a typical European grocery store, or worse yet, Farmers Market! It’s bad enough that I’m addicted to the produce sections of my local Whole Foods and Winco. 

    Here’s an all too typical scene when I get home from a grocery shopping trip.

    I actually take great pleasure in the almost Zen-like quality of my time carefully rinsing, fussing, prepping and storing my beautiful vegetable and fruit selections. Everything is made ready for use - I believe that one of the great crimes is to run in the house and toss the purchases right into the veggie bin. Comes dinner time, and you’re probably just as rushed or tired, and the last thing you want to do is prep veggies. After a long day, just the thought of cooking can be more than you can deal with.

    To paraphrase an old boss: “Do it now”.

    Making sure that everything is ready to go in advance - either for eating out of hand, or ready to be chopped, diced, minced or otherwise prepared for cooking when inspiration and growling stomach strikes - is far more important that you may realize. I truly believe that this effort up front results in a better end product - the meal. For when that cooking moment comes - you can focus entirely on the task of cooking.

     

     

     

    Wednesday
    Apr102013

    Chicken Tortilla soup at Reno's Fresco Cafe. Nice!

    We dashed out for lunch, and it wasn’t until we were actually driving down the street that I said “uh, where are we going?” It was his turn to figure it out. I turned down the first suggestion. Next?

    “What about soup?”

    “Where?”

    “Fresco, of course. Where else?”

    Yup. Fresco Cafe is becoming out go-to place for a really well-crafted bowl of something warming and satisfying.

    After our first visit to Fresco - it was an ‘interesting’ experience - we seem to have settled into family. I love that. We roll in, and everybody recognizes us, and we can sit and chat like old friends. You just can’t get that from a chain joint. You’re also not going to get a bowl of soup at a chain restaurant that comes close to what Fresco is turning out daily, either.

    There are a lot of ways that chefs - north and south of the border - interpret the classic Chicken Tortilla soup. I’ve had it in the clearest and lightest of home-made broths, with deep fried zucchini blossoms in Mexico City, to heartier fare in Southern California. Considering that Fresco hails from the Santa Barbara area, it didn’t suprise me that this ‘soup’ was thick and rich enough to almost be a stew - and a meal. It was right for this time of year - with the changeable April weather. Sheesh! It just snowed here a couple days ago. In the warmer months, I’ll prefer a lighter touch with this same soup. But then, warm months make me long for Gazpacho.

    I think it might have been thickened with corn tortillas? Maybe, but it was so nicely rich, and just a little piquante. They also know when to exercise restaint with the salt shaker. I appreciate that. The shreds of Monterey Jack cheese melted effortlessly into the soup, along with the extra fried tortilla strips. There were plenty of nice bite-sized chunks of chicken. A few leaves of fresh cilantro added just that extra bit of ‘oh my’.

    Normally, I would’ve ordered the amazing Kale Salad along with this, but today I erred on the side of perfect. And it came out with three large fluffy and warm triangles of Ciabatta bread.

    The chef poked her head over the pass through to ask what we thought.

    “Magnifico! Muy sabroso!”

    She smiled. Maybe blushed a bit.

    BTW: The Flourless Chocolate Cakes are made early in the week. Like on Monday. Don’t stand in front of me, if you see me rolling in for one. Just step aside.