cooking


I don’t really do diets.  I seem to only have two modes when I’m “dieting”: not good at it at all and beating myself up about it, or way too good at it let it take over my thoughts and my life.  Neither of these is a particularly good state of mind, so I try to avoid it entirely.

I do, however, occasionally make and enforce silly rules to try to make sure my pants still fit.  Because the only thing I hate more than diets is the mall.  I’ll cut out all drinks except water, or give up candy for lent, or go vegan for a few days- something random that feels like a fun short-term challenge rather than a diet, but still helps keep the pants-fitting on track.  So a few weeks ago, after a few weeks of too many burgers and beers, I decided it was time to Get Serious.  I would limit myself to one dessert a day, and I would not bake any treats for a month.  (I know, I’m so hard core, right?  I read about people doing Atkins or the caveman diet or what have you and I just marvel at them because MAN I do not have that kind of willpower.)

There was a reason for this: I have a couple of fancy events to go to in the upcoming weeks, and the fancy dress that I currently own was bought during what must have been a post-stomach-flu period or something because it is snug.  Very snug.  Not everywhere, just in the tummular region.  And I refuse to buy a new dress.  So! Month-long baking hiatus!

But then, this organization I’ve been meaning to volunteer with for months sent an email, begging people to sign up for their spring bake sale.  “We have too few participants!” they wailed.  “The sale will fail! Please help us!”

So I relented.  Over the weekend, I baked three dozen of the most delicious chocolate chip cookies in all the land.  I wrapped them up nicely in tupperware and made my little index card describing them for the bake sale table.  I had them all ready to go, and was just waiting for instructions from the organizer about where to send them.

Some of you have already heard the punchline of this story, and the rest of you can guess it.  I heard nothing.  I sent the organizer an email Sunday night asking where I should take them.  Radio silence.  At 4pm yesterday, 6 hours after the sale was supposed to start, I got an email: “I’ve had a slightly sore throat so I’ve been resting.  We didn’t have enough people for the bake sale, maybe we’ll try again in a few months.”

And that was it.  No apology, nothing.  Which I find kind of remarkable.  New person volunteers to help your organization after you plead with her to do so, then you cancel the event without telling her and don’t even bother to apologize?  You can bet that when they finally reschedule the bake sale, I won’t be rushing to help out.

Meanwhile, I have three dozen cookies in my house, taunting me with their delicious craggy tops and dark chocolate chips.  This does not bode well for my “fit into my outfit” plans.  I should probably go buy some Spanx.

I had a birthday over the weekend, a lovely, low-key affair featuring a baby shower and dinner at a favorite restaurant.  For my birthday, John got me a crock pot and a Nike+ sensor thing and a lethally miserable cold.  Thanks, honey! Except for that last one! For that one you can go to hell!

Yes, team, I am now the proud owner of a crock pot.  I know, right? Who gets excited about a slow cooker?  Well: I do.  I have these visions of perfectly-cooked beans and lovingly-prepared stews and dinners eaten before 9pm on a weeknight.  Dare to dream, people.

So now that I’ve admitted that I’m old and the sort to get excited about kitchen appliances: anyone have any good slow cooker recipes to share?

Behold, a highly subjective list of things you probably buy pre-made that you should really be making yourself.  I’m not going to be telling you that you should weave your own cloth, or be lovingly nurturing a sourdough starter for homemade artisan bread (though if anyone out there knows how to do that and wants to coach me, email me please!)  But all of the things on this list are (a) relatively easy (b) substantially more delicious in their homemade incarnation, with no artificial chemical weirdness.  They’re also often more cost-effective.  Win-win.

I wrote about Maraschino Cherries over at LiveWell yesterday, and at Swistle’s request, I’m sharing the recipe.

Maraschino Cherries

Technique 1 (easiest):

Adapted from The Essential Cocktail by Dale DeGroff (LOVE THIS BOOK.  Buy it.  Seriously.)

Ingredients:

  • some amount of sour cherries (also called pie cherries; they’re bright red and slightly smaller than Bing cherries); if you’re using brandy or bourbon, you can also use dark sweet cherries, but the results won’t be as pretty.  (I used a quart, and it yielded 4 8oz jars of cherries).
  • white sugar
  • maraschino liqueur (like Luxardo), or brandy, or bourbon
  • mason jars

1. Wash the cherries.  (I remove the stems but leave the pits; you can leave the stems to get a more traditional look, or you can remove the stems and the pits for ease of eating.  I find removing the pits isn’t really worth the effort.)

2. Pack the cherries tightly into mason jars.  Pour in sugar to surround them so they’re packed in sugar.  Allow to macerate for a day or two in the fridge.

3. Open up the mason jars, pour in marashino liqueur to fill, shake, and let steep for at least 2 weeks, shaking occasionally to help dissolve the cherries.  You’ll end up with delicious cherry syrup and lovely cherries.  Enjoy.

Note: with this method, you’ll sometimes end up with extra sugar in the bottom of the jar that doesn’t dissolve.  This is no biggie, but if you’re giving the cherries as gifts or something, it’s not the most attractive.  To prevent this, there are two variations:

  • you can soak the cherries in simple syrup (one part sugar to one part water, heated until sugar has dissolved) for a day or two, then pour out 2/3 of the simple syrup and fill the jar with the liquor of your choice.
  • Or,  you can simmer the cherries in some simple syrup for a few minutes (no more than 5) then drain them, put them in jars, and pour in the liquor.

What’s that you say?  Cherries aren’t in season where you are?  Then try this hack:

Technique 2: (cheaters way; but still yummy)

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 cups water
  • 1 cup bourbon or brandy
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 1 vanilla bean, seeds scraped (optional)
  • 1 strip lemon or orange zest (optional)
  • 3/4 of a pound of dried cherries, the closest to inact you can find (some dried cherries are sold in little bits; those will not work.  I’ve found intact dried cherries at Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods.)

1. In a saucepan, combine water, liquor, sugar, and vanilla bean and zest, if using.  Heat to boiling and cook for 7 minutes, until sugar is dissolved and it looks syrupy.

2. Add cherries and simmer- DO NOT BOIL- for 5 minutes.

3. Transfer fruit and syrup to a clean dry mason jar.  If you can stand waiting, let them “cure” at room temp for a few days, then store them in the fridge.

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Um, that’s way more than you ever wanted to know about cherries.  Well, hopefully the one person still reading this will enjoy their sweet, boozy goodness!

These things are pretty much always in our house, and if they’re here, I will not starve, nor will I need to go to the grocery store to buy stuff for dinner.  I’m not counting stuff that’s a given, like mustard and vinegar and peanut butter, or stuff that comes in cans that you crack open in a true Dinner Emergency.  These are just the things I always have on hand for nibbling.  The kind of food I eat almost exclusively when John’s away, when it seems silly to cook a full meal for just me.

  • Heritage flakes
  • Almonds
  • Cat cookies
  • Pickles
  • Pretzel chips
  • Reduced Fat Triscuits
  • Baby carrots
  • Spinach
  • Berries (summer)
  • Apples (fall and winter)
  • Cedar’s hummus
  • Fage Greek Yogurt
  • Frozen peas
  • Frozen chocolate chip cookie dough
  • Coffee beans
  • Brown rice cakes
  • Skim milk
  • Goat cheese
  • String cheese
  • Extra sharp cheddar cheese
  • (Um, perhaps I should lay off the cheese?)
  • Diet Coke

I think these things must be highly individualized: a personal stew of comfort foods, memories of childhood, and unique taste buds.  John’s preferred list of go-to foods (were he to ever deign to actually go grocery shopping) would tend more towards the salami/brats/sliced turkey/sandwich bread schools of thought. He would forego the fruits and vegetables entirely, except perhaps for sauerkraut. There would definitely be more beer.

As dull as it must seem to many, I find this subject fascinating.  Indulge me: what are your go-to foods?

They say that you can tell if someone is a real chef by looking at their hands: hard core chefs’ hands are covered with scars, cuts, and burns.

Yesterday, while dicing onions, I sliced a dime-sized chunk off of my thumb, by the knuckle.  The wound keeps bleeding through bandaids, so there are little smears of blood all over my laptop.  That is exactly as creepy as it sounds.

This new cut matches nicely the bulging red scar from my last run-in with a knife. I am proud to report, though, that last night’s mishap with the chef’s knife did not deter me from finishing the overly-elaborate dinner I’d planned for last night’s book club meeting.  I just wrapped it in a bunch of bandaids and continued chopping.

I’m choosing to believe that this latest battle scar is evidence that I am a hard core chef, rather than draw the more-obvious conclusion that I am a huge effing klutz.

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Reminder! My Earth Day giveaway is continuing through 5pm tonight- go enter to win a cool hand-made prize!

In addition to my shiny new dri-fit shirt, the Shamrock Shuffle swag bag included a lot of ads and coupons.  Most were for things I had no interest in (Chicago Marathon! Indianapolis Marathon! Champaign Marathon! Twin Cities Marathon!  Sweet goodness, how are there so many crazy people out there keeping all these marathons in business?)

But among all the ads for crazy-long runs, there was a coupon for $10 off a $50 purchase at Whole Foods.  Ooh baby.

We live walking distance from a Whole Foods, and while I do go there fairly regularly, I am VERY limited in what I get there.  This may be more than you wanted to know, but I am one of those crazy annoying people who frequents like 4 grocery stores: the little produce market for cheap veggies, Trader Joe’s for cheap snacks and string cheese, Jewel once a month or so for things you can’t get anywhere else, (like Triscuits and pretzel-flavored goldfish) and Whole Foods.  At Whole Foods, I limit myself to things that, to me, are worth the insane markup: chicken and ground turkey in those fairly rare times we eat it; fancypants cheese for company; the brand of hummus we love that’s not available at Jewel or TJs; gorgeous berries when they’re on sale and/or in season; and bulk dry goods, like barley flakes and quinoa, that can be hard to find other places.

So usually, because it’s so close and because I don’t buy too much there, I’m in and out of Whole Foods for substantially less than $50.  But this coupon presents the perfect opportunity to try out some yummy new and/or exotic food items.  You know, something like thai-spiced sweet potato chips, or wasabi-roasted pistachios, or $10 vanilla extract.  Something I would never buy otherwise but which might, just might, be worth the crazy price tag. I could, obviously, just get a bottle of wine, or some stuff from their deli takeout counter, but that doesn’t seem as special.

So tell me: are there any wacky, crazy-delicious food items that you think might be available at my local Whole Foods that I should try?

Today was my day to bring in breakfast for our office.  We trade off Fridays, and it’s a good system- every Friday I get free breakfast in exchange for bringing it in every 12 weeks or so.

There is a DEFINITE hierarchy of breakfast-bringers in our office.  It’s a startlingly regular topic of conversation.  There is one woman who is notorious for bringing whatever random half-eaten foods she has around the house. (1/3 of a wedge of brie anyone?  perhaps a moldy strawberry?)  Our most senior resident just brings in a dozen dunkin donuts.  (People groan, but he can get away with it because he is, and I’m not exaggerating, 82 years old.)

Early on in my tenure here, I established myself as a real contender for the title of “favorite breakfast bringer.”  I love to bake, and breakfast for the office is a perfect time to test muffins, scones, quick breads, etc.

Today was no exception.  I wanted to try something new and fabulous.  For Christmas, I got this cookbook:

Now, people all over the blogosphere LOVE this cookbook, and it is beautifully designed and all of the recipes look positively drool-worthy…But.  I have tried five recipes out of there now, and three of them have outright not worked properly, one was only meh, and only one was truly delicious.

Undeterred, I decided to try their recipe for lemon loaf, which calls for a truly alarming quantity of butter, plus sour cream, plus EIGHT eggs.  And the expensive, lovely Meyer lemons I just found at TJs.  I tried not to think about its calorie content as I whirred the ingredients together in the food processor as instructed, poured it into pans, popped it in the oven and an hour later….

Gross, greasy, fallen cakes.  Like a brick.  No crumb at all- just mushy grainy greasiness.

If there is anything more culinarily frustrating then trying an awesome-looking recipe that ends with pulling cakes out of the oven at 10 pm and discovering that they are too terrible to bring to work the next morning, I haven’t found it.

Worst of all, because I have a reputation to maintain around here, I felt like I couldn’t just show up empty handed.  So I had to start over.

I knew I couldn’t use the same recipe- I’m not a total idiot- so I turned to one of my go-to cooking sources: Smitten Kitchen.  She recommended Ina Garten’s lemon loaf cake, and when I looked at the recipe it seemed a lot more logical (cream the butter instead of melt it; use buttermilk instead of sour cream; a little more flour, a little more lemon).  So I tried it.  The cake crowned nicely, and looked good enough to bring into the office.

Lemon Loaf

We just cut into it and it is AWESOME.  My reputation remains intact.  My coworkers will not stage a mutiny.  Best of all, I get to eat tasty lemon cake all morning.

I really want to give Baked another chance, but this may have been the last straw.  The only other possibility I can think of is that my oven temperature has gone wonky, so I’ll be heading out to buy an oven thermomteter this weekend.  If there’s no temperature problem, I think it’s curtains for Baked.  Sorry, pretty cookbook!

As I noted a few weeks ago, I try to bring my lunch to work regularly, both for cost-saving purposes and for health purposes.  (Have you ever looked at the nutrition facts for some of the standard work lunch fare?  Chipotle, just looking at the sodium content of your burritos nearly stopped my heart.)

We also, like the good yuppies/hippies we are, subscribe to a community-supported agriculture program, which gives us a box of fresh veggies every Saturday that we use for the rest of the week.  I love the CSA program, as it forces me outside of my broccoli/baby carrots/romaine salad comfort zone.  There always comes a point, however, when we’re more than halfway through the summer and I’m starting to feel the strain from the constant wondering of what to do with the dregs of the box come Thursday and Friday, before it all starts over on Saturday.

Currently, I am the proud owner of:

  • one ear of corn
  • one green bell pepper
  • one small leek
  • two habanero peppers
  • two small (and slightly bug eaten, if I’m honest) bok choy

I feel incredibly guilty when I fail to use what is in the box before the next wave of veggies arrives, like I’m some sort of big CSA failure.  So I decided to put it to you, brilliant readers: I have two dinners, a packed lunch, and one weekend breakfast to make before the next box of veg arrives.  I feel quite strongly that I do not want to go to the grocery store between now and then, but you can assume (since it’s true) that my kitchen is well-stocked with basics (eggs, flour, spices, milk, pasta, etc.)  What should I make for dinner, lunch, dinner, and breakfast that will use up the bulk of this veg?

Today is the last day in the office for a girl I work with, and because (1) I like her very much and wish her well and (2) I like baking, I decided to bake her cupcakes for her last day.

I whipped up a batch of my favorite cake batter (Cooks Illustrated fluffy yellow cake), baked the cupcakes, and set about to make my most favoritest caramel frosting to put on top. (Okay, fine, there was probably also a reason (3) for this baking expedition, and that reason was probably hormonal. Sometimes, only a caramel-frosted yellow cupcake will do.)

I finished putting together the frosting and swiped my finger along the side of the bowl to taste the insane deliciousness and got….

Onions. The frosting tasted like onions. Just a hint, really, and the flavor was of caramelized onions, which are pretty good, but still. ONIONS.

Some investigatory sniffing of various pots, pans, and utensils revealed the culprit: the wooden spoon I’d used to stir the caramel was used a few days ago to make a tomato sauce and appears, (despite thorough washing) to have stubbornly held on to eau des oignions, transferring the flavor to the finished frosting.

In short, I had to start over. Not ideal. But at least I figured it out before I frosted the cupcakes. End of story, right?

Except, um, the onion frosting was sort of good, though, in its own onion-y way, and I am sort of embarrassed to admit this, but it is still sitting in my fridge because I couldn’t bear to throw it away. (I have to throw it away, right? There is no use for vaguely onion-scented frosting? None at all? Anyone?)