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no need for jarred sauce

By on Mar 6, 2011 in cooking, dinner, experimenting | 0 comments

Deep within the tomato lies a secret. A hidden lushness that can only be coaxed forth with alcohol. Row upon row of bright jars gleam in supermarket aisles, tempting you in with their ease, but they know nothing of this tempting secret. They insinuate a comforting notion in your head… just a box of dried pasta, a quick jar, you have dinner. But what sort of dinner? A generic, run of the mill spaghetti, the kind likely appreciated by the picky palate of a toddler, but you are a grown adult. You need to be challenged by the more simple bold flavors of a sauce tailored entirely unto you. Walk by those jars, leave them to sing their siren song to the next harried person meandering up the aisle. But do pick up a box of pasta. Spicy italian sausage and thinly wedged sweet onion sizzle and pop in the bottom of a large pot, whispering to one another, sharing flavor and colors. Mounds of...

won ton soup… in a manner of speaking

By on Oct 6, 2010 in cooking, fail... or not, love | 0 comments

A sane person would buy won ton wrappers rather than make and roll out yard upon yard of smooth supple dough, letting the cool dough glide along the floured counters as it becomes ever thinner. I am not a sane person. A won ton soup fail can elicit other delectable results. The smooth and supple dough stuck together in the damp kitchen, so the dough got pulled apart like some sort of savory taffy into ribbons and dumplings. The filling of fresh ground pork, steamed spinach, ginger, soy sauce, and peanut oil was cooked on its own, broth added, the random bits of dough flung in along with bright scallions, and at long last, a single egg beaten then swirled in, creating a final tangle of egg and noodle to rival any Pollock...

roasted chicken

By on Oct 6, 2010 in cooking, dinner, love | 0 comments

The beautiful new birthday present pot required a perfect succulent roast. Massaged in butter and salt, stuffed with lemon, garlic and rosemary, then anointed with a dry white wine, the chicken nestled deep in the enameled cast iron alongside a carrot and onion, slowly roasting in a low heat, basted with more butter and wine, seeming to swell with each swipe of the basting brush. Soon, the smells wafting through the door were too much. The neighbors appeared outside the screen door, forks in hand, a hopeful hungry look in their eye. “We have green beans,” they say. The remaining wine and chicken drippings simmer away, slowly reducing in volume. I turn off the heat, languorously whisking in a couple of tablespoons of butter to create a final basting sauce for the chicken. “Sure, come on in, I have wine.” Three people sit down. Cats hungrily swirl, sensing the...

layered spinach crepes

By on Oct 6, 2010 in cooking, dinner, love | 0 comments

Emerald green spinach crepes with mellow creamy riccotta spiked with hits of asiago and fresh basil layered into a succulent striped cake, topped with mushrooms lovingly sauteed in white...

corn and chanterelle chowder

By on Oct 5, 2010 in cooking | 0 comments

Sweet sweet corn and chanterelle mushrooms… a big ol’ splurge, but they seemed to demand attention… Fresh corn and chanterelle mushroom chowder, slowly coaxed into existence over a hot stove in an un-air-conditioned apartment, causing the kitchen to heat up to a hundred. Butter was melting in a skillet before the stove had even been turned on. The cook had no choice… she was under the control of the giddy orange...

summer vegetable stew

By on Oct 5, 2010 in cooking | 0 comments

Fresh summer vegetables stewed with fresh thyme and sage until they cried salty tears. Then they got freshly made pesto added, so they shut up and enjoyed the ride. The innocent tomato, freshly plucked from the back deck, did not see its inevitable stew-y end...