Crumbs In Our Pages — Ruhlman’s Twenty

Back when I used to sew lots of my own clothes, I decided to sign up for a class that would help me to move from homemade to haute couture.  The instructor graciously suggested that I might want to take Sewing 101 since pretty much everything I knew about sewing had been learned in 7th grade home ec – in other words, it was back to the basics. Sensing that perhaps my cooking might suffer from a similar plight (same home ec class – second semester), I picked up a copy of Ruhlman’s Twenty a few months ago and have been practicing the 20 basic techniques that help us ensure that every creation is a crowd pleaser.

Michael Ruhlman

Michael Ruhlman has a great story that you’ll want to read, but it was his Twenty Essentials that really caught my eye.

 

 

Michael Ruhlman

Michael Ruhlman

 

Some critics quibble that a few of the Techniques are actually Ingredients – but really, folks, life’s a bit too short for those kinds of discussions.  After reading through Chapter 1: Think, I quickly graduated to Chapter 2: Salt and decided to experiment with Sage-Garlic Brined Pork Chops.  Everyone says brining makes all the difference in keeping meat from becoming dried shoe leather after grilling, sautéing, pan frying or roasting. So half of the chops were infused with a lovely kosher salt, shallot, lemon, fresh sage leaves, 2 bay leaves, and black peppercorns brine for about 6-8 hours before being grilled; the others were thrown mercilessly onto the fire.

 

 

Brined Chops

Brined Chops

 

Then I rounded up my favorite guinea pigs and had them try Chop A (for brined) and Chop B (yes, I know brined starts with B, but I didn’t want it to be obvious).

 

A or B

Grilled Pork Chops

Grilled Pork Chops

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You don’t need me to tell you that Chop A won hands down; you already knew that and have moved on to Chapter 3: Water (other chapters include onion, acid, egg, butter, dough, batter, sugar, sauce, vinaigrette, soup, sauté, roast, braise, poach, grill, fry, and chill).

Each chapter begins with a few thoughtfully written instructions about the featured technique and then a few tantalizing recipes follow to give us a chance to put into practice our newly acquired skills.

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Kate and I had fun with Chapter 6: Egg when I visited her in Paris in February.

les oeufs

les oeufs

Essentials

essentials

 

 

 


 

 


 

Egg, Arugula & Bacon Pizza

Egg, Arugula & Bacon Pizza

 

Ruhlman’s Twenty is a super idea for all who want to kick their cooking up a notch – part technique, part recipes, as Ruhlman himself says: a Cook’s Manifesto.  What I love about Ruhlman’s book is that he demystifies cooking.  We get so overwhelmed by mandolins, mirepoix, and macerating that we throw in the towel and call for take-out and then are so disappointed with our Styrofoam suppers.  This summer as life slows down a bit (OK, I’ll wait until you stop laughing), let’s get the family back in the kitchen, not just around the table, but in front of the stove as well – and rediscover the joy of cooking and enjoying what’s been created with our own hands. Family all grown up and moved away? Then gather up some friends and start a Friday night supper club – what could be more fun? – Martha

Bloopers – you know how at the end of a movie they sometimes include the parts where the actors messed up? Here’s my brining blooper – burnt to a crisp…

Burnt chops


Crumbs In Our Pages — Weeknights With Giada

Weeknights With Giada

We all know Giada from her Food Network shows and her other bestselling cookbooks.  Now for the first time, she tackles weeknight cooking.  In Weeknights With Giada she shares her favorite tips and go-to dishes to help us get a delicious meal on the table in a flash.  Giada brings many creative, fun recipes in a laid back fashion that even on the busiest nights, we can all get a homecooked dinner ready for our family.  She is now a Mom and definitely keeps that all in mind when sharing the recipes and tips.  There is a picture for every recipe (it’s nice to have a visual reference), and the directions are clear and easy to follow.

Chicken On The Stove

Chicken on the stove

We cooked the Chicken with Tarragon and White Wine.

Sauteing the Chicken

Sauteing the Chicken

 

We sauteed the chicken until brown.  In that same pan, we started the sauce, adding onion, garlic, white wine, and chicken broth.  We reintroduced the chicken to simmer for 30 minutes. At the very end, removed the chicken and whisked in flour and dijon mustard to complete the sauce.  The chicken with sauce went onto a bed of noodles.  All in all, very tasty, took about 45 minutes, and made the whole house smell wonderful!  I would definitely make this recipe again.
A Weeknight Dinner At The Barths

A Weeknight Dinner At The Barths

Enjoy — Julia

 

 

St. George’s Day Celebration — MY LIFE IN FRANCE

My Life in France by Julia Child has all the ingredients of a fabulous memoir: plucky Julia, beautiful France, doting Paul, scrumptious descriptions of food, wine, markets, and cooking schools.

 

My Life In France

 

Like a five star meal at the finest French restaurant, readers will be sumptuously feted and feasted with every tasty word.  You’ll laugh hysterically at Julia’s forays into the elite world of French cooking school, sigh adoringly at Paul’s attentive love for Julia, cheer victoriously when Mastering the Art of French cooking is successfully published,

 

Mastering The Art Of French Cooking

 

and search endlessly for that same Sole Meunière that first inspired Julia.

 

Julia's Sole Meuniere

Julia's Sole Meuniere

 

Or perhaps you’d like to give it a try chez vous:

Sole Meunière – adapted from Bon Appétit

Fish:

½ cup all-purpose flour

4 sole fillets (each about 3 to 4 ounces)

Coarse kosher salt

Freshly ground black pepper

2 tablespoons vegetable oil or canola oil

2 tablespoons (¼ stick) unsalted butter

Sauce:

¼ cup (½ stick) unsalted butter, cut into 4 pieces

2 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian parsley

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Lemon wedges

For the Fish:

Place flour in pie dish. Rinse fish; pat with paper towels. Sprinkle both sides of fish with coarse salt and freshly ground pepper. Dredge fish on both sides with flour; shake off excess. Place on platter.

Heat oil in large skillet over medium-high heat until oil is hot and shimmers. Add butter; quickly swirl skillet to coat. When foam subsides, add fish and cook until golden on bottom, 2 to 3 minutes. Carefully turn fish over and cook until opaque in center and golden on bottom, 1 to 2 minutes. Divide fish between 2 warmed plates; tent with foil. Pour off drippings from skillet; wipe with paper towels.

For the Sauce:

Place skillet over medium-high heat. Add butter; cook until golden, 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from heat; stir in parsley and lemon juice (sauce may sputter). Spoon sauce over fish. Serve with lemon wedges.

What most enthused me about Julia’s life is her indefatigable optimism; she truly took whatever life served up for her and made the best of it – whether it be crotchety cooking school instructors or militant McCarthyists who accused the Childs of being communists, Julia triumphed over all with verve and wit.  If there is one word to describe Julia it’s fearless – it’s intriguing to see this intrepid outlook on life through her own words:

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”

“If you’re afraid of butter, use cream.”

“This is my invariable advice to people: Learn how to cook – try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun!”

But Julia was not always so self-assured. She admits, “Upon reflection, I decided I had three main weaknesses: I was confused (evidenced by a lack of facts, an inability to coordinate my thoughts, and an inability to verbalize my ideas); I had a lack of confidence, which cause me to back down from forcefully stated positions; and I was overly emotional at the expense of careful, ‘scientific’ though. I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.”

My Life in France inspired Julie Powell to cook through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year (which in turn inspired the movie, Julie and Julia).  How will you be inspired and which dream will you pursue?

– Martha

“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.” ― Julia Child

St. George’s Day Celebration — Sophie’s Choice

Editor’s Note: Today is the real St. George’s Day — the International Day of the Book, Shakespeare’s birthday, and the first ever World Book Night in America. Enjoy!

Sophie's Choice

For St. George’s Day, I picked Sophie’s Choice by William Styron mostly because my mom has been trying to get me to read it for some time—for almost a year in fact. She read the book around the time the movie starring Meryl Streep came out in 1982.

Since the movie was so popular, many already know the plot of the story and may even know the meaning behind the title of the book. “Sophie’s Choice” has become a popular expression for a choice that one has to make that seems impossible or undoable. Not knowing the choice she had to make before I read the book, I was completely shocked. If you haven’t read the book already, this is not something that you want spoiled for you.

When I told the staffers I picked this book, the typical reaction (mostly from Jordan) was confusion as to why I picked such a downer of a book. In my opinion, this book really isn’t a downer at all. If you are the type of person that prefers sad songs over cheerful and tragic endings over happily ever afters, you will love this book. If you think about it, so many classics have tragic endings. They give the reader hope that life goes on even when the world seems to stop.

This book has left me thinking about the characters for a while after I have finished. Nathan, Stingo, and Sophie can’t seem to leave my brain and I am sure if you read the book the same thing will happen to you.

If you want a poignantly told, unusual love story, this is the book for you!  -Sara

 

St. George’s Day Celebration — The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid

Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid

Listening to an audio version of The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir, my husband and I started laughing so hard that tears were running down our cheeks and we could barely see. Since we were driving at the time, we actually had to pull over to the side of the road, wipe our eyes and try to compose ourselves before we could proceed. We are the same age as Bill Bryson, but I don’t think a reader has to be a Baby Boomer to find this memoir of growing up in the mid-west in the 1950s and 1960s one of the funniest books ever written. It just adds another dimension to your enjoyment if you can remember Nehi sodas, Saturday matinees and the next best toys for boys.

 

The son of two writers, Bryson had an active imagination as a child. His detailed memories of his experiences as “The Thunderbolt Kid,” his alter-ego, and the creative play he and his buddies engaged in (what other kids figured out how to bleach the color out of Lincoln Logs?) are set within the context of the social history of the time. He experienced the introduction of television, t.v. dinners, atomic toilets and bomb drills in school. He writes of a time when we were immortal – obviously, because we did not require seatbelts, remembers the time when he and his sister were riding in a new Rambler station wagon, standing on the tail gate and hanging onto the roof as their father drove.

 

It was a simpler time, a more innocent time – especially as viewed from the perspective of a child. But when you get to the end of this book, after all the laughing and nostalgia, you can’t help but wonder how we got to where we are now from where we were then.

 

Bryson grew up in Des Moines, Iowa, in a time when words like “curry” and “gumbo” hadn’t yet entered Iowans’ vocabulary. Since his mother had a job as well as keeping house, “cooking was not her strong suit,” and dinner was always a variation of Burned. He remembers that “all our meals consisted of leftovers.”  Frugal, ok — cheapskate, parents like Bryson’s rarely ate out at restaurants, so what was in the refrigerator became the next day’s dinner. How many of us today will make another meal out of last night’s dinner?  Here’s a suggestion that Bryson’s mother probably made for her family. (Burning is optional!)

 

Chicken Pot Pie with Left-Over Chicken

 

Ingredients:

2 cups chopped up leftover chicken from another dinner (rotisserie chicken, roast chicken, or whatever chicken dish you made a couple days ago)

2 cups cooked vegetables, chopped up (you can also use leftover veggies from last night’s dinner): carrots, potatoes, peas, celery, broccoli

2 T. butter or oil

1 small onion, chopped

2 T. flour

1 cup chicken broth

Salt, pepper, thyme, or your favorite herb/spice mix (I like Penzeys Sandwich Sprinkle)

 

Heat oven to 400 degrees and butter a medium-sized casserole dish.

 

Steam or boil chopped fresh veggies in a little water until just soft, about 5 minutes.

Saute chopped onion in butter or oil until soft. Sprinkle with seasonings while cooking.  Add flour and mix well. Add chicken broth, and bring to a boil. Simmer gently for a minute, then add chicken and veggies. Heat through. Set aside.

 

Make biscuit topping:

Mix 1 cup of flour with 1/4 teaspoon salt and 1 teaspoon baking powder together with a fork in a bowl. Add 3/4 cup heavy cream and mix with fork until you can form dough into a ball. Knead gently for 20 seconds.

 

Place chicken and veggie mixture in a greased casserole dish. Take small handfuls of biscuit dough and flatten a bit and place on top of chicken mixture, covering entire surface, but gaps are okay.

 

Bake for 20-25 minutes, till top is nicely brown and the casserole is bubbly. (Or leave it in longer so the top will burn. Like Bryson’s mother, you can scrape off the burned part.) Let stand for 5-10 minutes before serving. Serve with a vegetable gelatin salad, of course!

 

Enjoy your nostalgia!

 

Alice

St. George’s Day Celebration — The Alienist

The Alienist

My St. George’s Day pick is The Alienist by Caleb Carr, a great historical fiction/mystery-crime novel. It is 1896 in New York City and there is a serial killer preying on young boys from the underbelly of Manhattan. Teddy Roosevelt is the Police Commissioner and he is determined to clean up the Police Department as well as solve this string of murders. Enter John Moore, a seasoned crime reporter and his old friend Laszlo Kreizler, a psychologist, also referred to in this time period as an alienist. Psychology is not widely accepted by the general public, but Roosevelt enlists Moore and Kreizler to work with a few select members of the force to catch this killer.

Kreizler has this revolutionary idea that they will be able to catch the killer if they can create a psychological profile of the man they are looking for based on the details of his crimes. The story is as much about the early science of psychology and some of its practical implications as it is a fast-paced action and mystery. This one is not for the faint of heart as Carr reveals the mind of a mad man and his gruesome crime in full detail.

Since this is all about a serial killer, I’ll be making Rice Krispie Treats and/or my favorite Cornflake cookies to share at the shop. 

~ Nancy

St. George’s Day Celebration — The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency

The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

A long, long time ago, long before I became a children’s librarian/bookseller and read books for grown ups more often than I do now, I first read THE NO. 1 LADIES’ DETECTIVE AGENCY by Alexander McCall Smith.  As a girl who had grown up in Minnesota and lived much of her life on the East Coast, Smith opened up a whole new world when I read about Precious Ramotswe and her quest to become the first woman detective in Botswana.

This series has such a sense of place, and that’s why I chose it for this year’s St. George’s Day Celebration.  You can be an armchair detective and an armchair traveler at the same time!  To honor Precious Ramotswe, I will bring in some Rooibos Tea for you to try.  Blue Willow staffers know I am a bit of a tea freak, and Rooibos has become one of my favorites.

Rooibos

A cup of Rooibos

 

Enjoy — Cathy

 

 

St. George’s Day Celebration — THE SECRET HISTORY

THE SECRET HISTORY by Donna Tartt

 

The Secret History

 

You know how when you’re around really smart people, it makes you feel smarter?  (Or is it just me?) In The Secret History Richard Papen goes to Hampden College in Vermont, and he is determined to get into Professor Julian Morrow’s exclusive Ancient Greek Classics class.  Richard reveals in the beginning of the book that one of the six members of the group, Bunny Corcoran, was murdered by the rest of them.  How things get to that point and how the students deal with their feelings and each other in the aftermath makes for a gripping read.  A critical event in the story occurs when the core group, excluding Richard and Bunny, engages in a Bacchanal in the woods and things go terribly wrong.

In deference to this Roman celebration of extreme eating, drinking, and lascivious behavior, I present to you Italian Love Cake.

 

Italian Love Cake

Italian Love Cake

 

Ingredients

  • 1 (18.25 ounce) package chocolate cake mix
  • 2 pints part-skim ricotta cheese
  • 3/4 cup white sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 (3.9 ounce) package instant chocolate pudding mix
  • 1 cup milk
  • 1 (12 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed

Directions

  1. Prepare cake mix as directed on box. Pour batter into 9 x 13 x 2 inch greased baking dish. Set aside.
  2. Combine ricotta cheese, sugar, vanilla, and eggs. Blend well. Spread mixture evenly over the top of the cake batter.
  3. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 75 minutes if using a glass baking dish, 90 minutes if using a metal pan.
  4. Blend pudding mix and milk until thickened. Blend in whipped topping. Spread over cooled cake.

Enjoy — Cynthia

 

Crumbs In Our Pages — MOURAD NEW MOROCCAN

Traditional and New Moroccan Cuisine

 

I remember the first time I tasted harira. It was 1982 and we had just arrived in the old city of Fes in Morocco. The sidewalks were crowded with people, waiting to see the king who was coming for a visit to Fes. We ducked into a small restaurant that was full of people – always a good sign – and ordered lunch. The king? I guess his motorcade went by. All I remember is the harira, a bowl of dirt-colored soup that tasted like a bit of heaven, full of the complexity of spices that characterizes Moroccan cuisine. The memory of that taste sensation has stayed with me ever since.

 

So I was really excited to have a chance in February to visit Morocco again and take some cooking classes, learning to make some of the traditional Moroccan tagines and salads, watching the intricate process of making couscous from scratch, and yes! making harira!

Alice Harira

Me eating the harira we made in Marrakech

 

When I got back home, I excitedly picked up a copy of Mourad New Moroccan, written by Chef Mourad Lahlou, owner of Aziza, a restaurant in San Francisco. Mourad was born and raised in Marrakech, and came to the United States to attend college. Homesick for Moroccan food, he started cooking, teaching himself based on his memories of food prepared by his female relatives for big family dinners in Marrakech. Fifteen years later he has the only Moroccan restaurant in North America to have been awarded a Michelin star.

 

Mourad New Moroccan

But wait! There is no listed recipe for harira in Mourad’s cook book. There are no recipes for tagine of lamb with apricots or chicken couscous with seven vegetables. Instead, Mourad has used the basis of Moroccan cooking – you guessed it, it’s all about the spices – as a jumping off point for developing innovative lighter dishes that appeal to the Californian palate. His recipe for lentil soup, for example, is Mourad’s version of harira, and with the wonderful mixtures of spices and herbs, it turns out to be every bit as delicious as the soup I tasted many years ago in Fes.

 

The first part of this beautiful new cookbook is a series of lessons on the basics of Moroccan cooking, including an in-depth description of several different spice combinations. One thing I have always wanted to try is making preserved lemons, an ingredient used a lot in Moroccan cooking. Mourad’s directions are great, and all you need are lemons, kosher salt and a jar. Now all I have to do is wait a month or so till they’re ready.

 

Lemon and Salt

Lemon and Salt

Lemons In Jar

Lemons in Jar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone has famously said that there are three great cuisines in the world: French, Italian and Moroccan. Who am I to argue with that?

 

–Alice

 

 

Celebrating St. George’s Day with A PARCHMENT OF LEAVES

Editor’s Note: This month the staff is celebrating St. George’s Day and World Book Night by having a friendly contest amongst ourselves.  We’ve all chosen a particular book to sell. Each person is going to blog about their choice AND cook a dish in the tradition of the book. As the girlboss, I get to go first.

 

Parchment of Leaves

Silas House introduced me to the beauty of Appalachia.  I first read A PARCHMENT OF LEAVES  in 2002.  I’ve since read it several times and every time I am reduced to tears.  The title alone evokes the deep woods of Kentucky.

Set during the years leading up to and during WWI, House tells a story not unlike the folk tunes he shares during the story.  Life is hard. The people are God fearing, superstitious, loving, and vengeful.  On a journey to find work, young Saul meets and falls hard for Vine, a native American girl living in a nearby community.  The mood is full of hope yet fatalistic about how quickly things can go wrong.  And it does when Saul’s brother is also attracted to Vine. There is a foreshadowing  of doom early on when Vine listens to Serena singing The Two Sisters at a gathering.

After the birth of their child, Vine speaks to Saul:

“I’d like to call her Birdie,” I told him.  I knowed that his people cracked the Bible for names, but I didn’t care.  I couldn’t see the joy in just getting a Bible, letting it fall open to whatever page it would, and giving the child the first name you happened upon.  With my luck it would have fallen to Haggai or something that I would never be able to spell.  There would be no Bible name for my baby.  This was my one moment of creation.  My mother had named me Vine in the hopes that I would help the earth to produce, that I would like to put my hands into the soil and find joy in seeing what come forth.  It had worked for her.  So I named my baby Birdie, hoping that she would sing to me every day of my life.  I hoped I could hear her singing when I laid on my deathbed, and willed her a voice that would smooth out all the loneliness I carried around, tucked hidden and safe in the womb from which she had come.

 

We know of the conflict between the “white” community and the Native American community.  The white community is truly poorer than the other but they feel a sense of superiority.  House handles this with great sensitivity and without painting any of these characters with broad strokes of prejudice.

House does a wonderful job using the vernacular to really immerse us in mountain culture.  These people may not be educated but they want what is best for their families.   Vine develops a close bond with Esme, Saul’s mother and this relationship becomes one of trust-something Esme’s sons could use.  We also learn that the war will bring heartbreak to the mountain and electricity could bring hope to these people.  It must have been so difficult for these people tucked back in the creeks and meadows to come to grips with modernity.

I’ve created a playlist to listen to whilst reading:

  • Two Sisters (Andrew Bird)
  • East Texas Waltz (Peter Pstroushka)
  • Down Where The River Bends (Peter Pstroushka)
  • John Riley (Joan Baez)
  • As I Walked Out (Amps for Christ)
  • Fanny Blair (Maddy Prior)

I looked into true Kentucky fare and found this lovely recipe with such connections to our story of family, love, and community. From Sidney Saylor Farr, an Apple Stack Cake. Here’s the story:

 

Dried Apple Stack Cake

1/2 cup shortening
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg, well beaten
1/3 cup molasses
1/2 cup buttermilk
3 1/2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ginger
1 teaspoon vanilla
Cooked dried apples

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cream shortening and sugar; add beaten egg, molasses, buttermilk, and mix well. Sift flour, soda, salt, and ginger into a big mixing bowl. Make hole in center of dry ingredients and pour in creamed mix, stirring until well blended. Add vanilla, stir well, and roll out dough as you would for a piecrust. Cut to fit 9-inch pan or cast-iron skillet (this amount of dough will make 7 layers). Bake layers for 10 to 12 minutes, or until lightly browned. When cool, stack layers with spiced, sweetened old-fashioned dried apples. (See recipe below.) Spread between layers and smooth around sides and top. Sprinkle with powdered sugar, if desired, or beat egg whites into a meringue and spread on outside of cake. You may brown the meringue if desired. Prepare cake at least a day before serving it and put in refrigerator (it will keep several days, if necessary, in a cool place). To serve, slice into very thin layers.

Cooked Dried Apples*

Put 1 pound apples in heavy pan and cover with cold water. You may need to add water several times to keep apples from sticking to pan. Cook until soft enough to mash. While still hot, mash apples and add 1 cup brown sugar, 1 cup white sugar, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, ¼ teaspoon cloves, and 1 teaspoon allspice.

*If dried apples are not available, cook several pounds cooking apples with a little water. Add spices and sugars as listed above, and cook until mixture is very thick.

 

Stay tuned for more St. George’s Day reviews! — Valerie