*Note: This was meant to be published two months ago, but alas, I suck.
When I was at The Glimmerglass Festival, I started Friday Pie Day, wherein the development team and other various Glimmerglass employees and I would eat pie and drink coffee around 3:00 PM each Friday once we opened the season. Just off Highway 20 was a baked goods stand open on Fridays and Saturdays, run by a wonderful Amish family. Saying these pies are some of the best I’ve ever eaten is not an exaggeration. I have dreams about their blueberry pie. In an attempt to create an atmosphere of community at my new job, I decided to institute Friday Pie Day while we’re in production. Because I am unsure if the Amish have settled this far South and I don’t want to shell out $20 every Friday, I’ve decided to up my pie game and bake my own each week. As you may recall, dear Annes, I have experimented with pies in the past. In the last couple weeks I’ve baked an apple pie, a peace pie, and a strawberry crostata.
The first pie I made was apple, and because one of my coworkers is vegan, I needed to find an alternative to the traditional butter crust. I ended up making an oil pastry crust, courtesy of the 1980 revised 8th edition of the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book (of old food no one ever makes because it’s actually pretty gross). Some of the food pictures in the front cover are pretty gross. There’s this broccoli casserole/salad concoction that looks like it has marshmallow with ranch dressing drizzled on top, sprinkled with breadcrumbs. (I’m all for broccoli and ranch dressing, but how do the marshmallows enter this equation?) There’s another picture of what can only be described as a pistachio green jello mold with sugared grapes delicately placed atop the jiggling obscenity. (Side note: Were you ever present for Kim’s recounting of the jellos Dr. Larsen makes the music staff eat at his annual Christmas dinner?) Despite the fact that I wouldn’t dare prepare 75% of the recipes in this cookbook, BH&G saved me this time with a quick, easy pie crust that used ingredients I already had. I would have just used Crisco, but I didn’t have any and it was too late to go to the store (read: I was lazy and I didn’t want to get shot leaving my apartment at 10:00 PM).
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 cup salad oil
5 tablespoons cold water
1. Sift together flour and salt
2. Pour salad oil and cold water in measuring cup (do not stir)
3. Add all at once to the flour mixture and stir lightly with fork
4. Form into 2 balls; flatten dough slightly
5. Roll out (Pro Tip: Roll dough between two 12-inch squares of waxed paper (dampen table/counter first so paper won’t slip). When dough is rolled in a circle to the edges of the paper, it will be the right thickness for crust.)
For the filling, I cut up the 4 gala apples I had left from my weekly bag of apples and poured an amount of sugar, cinnamon, and maybe some nutmeg, and a dash of vanilla. I was a little worried about the crust because when I tasted the raw dough, it was overpoweringly salty. Fortunately, the end result was just fine. The salt balanced with the sweetness of the apples, though I might reduce the salt to 1 teaspoon in the future. I didn’t want to do a double crust because I was a little low on filling, and I wanted to hide the saltiness of the crust, but I didn’t want a single crust/tart. Instead, I cut out some tiny hearts with a cookie cutter and placed them on top. Since I didn’t use all the dough for the second shell, I made a quick strawberry crostata. This was so simple. I cut up some strawberries that were teetering that fine line between perfectly ripe and rotten, tossed them on the dough, and rustically folded the sides. I took a leap of faith and hoped during the baking process the sugars would caramelize and sweeten the strawberries. I can’t actually tell you how this turned out. I didn’t get a piece of it. The feedback was all positive, but here in the South, I can’t tell if people are being genuine or just being nice.
The last pie in the baking tale is a beautiful peach pie with a lattice crust. My boss invited a bunch of people to his house in Indiana (gross, but at least it’s not Ohio) for Labor Day. You can’t celebrate the symbolic end of summer without a pie. I don’t know where this rule came from, but I stand by it. In traditional Carolyne style, I didn’t really use a recipe. I loosely followed this one from Taste of Home because it mentioned the Great State (Iowa). The pie was a smash success. Again, I didn’t taste of this pie. I had to head to the University of Louisville Football season opener before we got to dessert.
Friday Pie Day caught on. I haven’t baked a pie in a while because my coworkers have decided to bring in pie as well, which is great! Lastly, there is a place in Louisville called Homemade Ice Cream + Pie Kitchen, which sells homemade pies and ice cream. Delicious. If/when you come to Louisville, I will take you to Pie Kitchen. That’s a promise.
I have been in the Commonwealth of Kentucky for almost a month, and I have to say I don’t hate it. I never thought I’d be living in the South, at least not this part of the South, and I certainly never thought I’d enjoy it. My first weekend here, a friend from home visited. She recently moved to the Carolinas to teach outside of Charlotte, which is about 8 hours away. I’m glad she did because it forced me to get out of my apartment and explore Louisville. Our adventures were quite fun, and definitely had a culinary theme. We took a ride on the Spirit of Jefferson, walked the pedestrian bridge to Indiana, walked around Cave Hill Cemetery and saw Colonel Sanders’ grave. Later, we stumbled up on the world’s fanciest KFC — KFC 11. No one knows why it’s so fancy, but it is. We also went to Comfy Cow, which is number two on this recommended list by Buzzfeed, Tom + Chee, which is now a franchise that only sells variations of grilled cheese and tomato soup. I discovered this place when I lived in Cincinnati, but didn’t realize they had expanded. You cannot go wrong with grilled cheese and tomato soup. Saturday night we went to a comedy show at the Laughing Derby and had a good time. Sunday was magical. We started the day out by brunching at The Monkey Wrench, which serves Southern-style cuisine and provides you the opportunity to design your own mimosa or Bloody Mary. They also have banjos playing every Sunday morning. Amazing! I ordered the biscuits with mushroom gravy (delicious!) and took a stab the Bloody Mary bar. I must admit I was sorely disappointed by the Bloody Mary bar. My ideal Bloody Mary has spicy pickle juice in it, and there were neither pickles nor juice to be found. I also really don’t care for vodka, so maybe my ideal Bloody Mary is briny tomato juice. Who’s to say? That afternoon we hiked the pedestrian bridge over the Ohio River. After we walked to Indiana and back, we foraged for a barbecue place because if I’m going to live in the South, I’m for sure going to try to eat as much pulled pork as humanly possible without getting the meat sweats. Based on the name alone, I am 98.64% certain you would love this place: Momma’s Mustard, Pickles, and BBQ. It was well worth the 20 minute drive from the riverfront. I had a pulled pork sandwich with baked beans and mac and cheese. I have been dreaming about going back since we finished that meal. (Memo to self: make friends so people will go get BBQ with you.) Since that weekend, I’ve been trying to prepare my own food because dining out is expensive, but I’m glad I explored Louisville.
The other day I read an article on The Toastcalled “On Cooking For One,” which completely summed up my feelings on solo culinary adventures. So many people in my life complain about the difficulties of cooking for only themselves. I wholeheartedly disagree with their sentiments, though I respect their right to express their opinions. Cooking for myself is an act of self care and a little bit of meditation. I find peeling vegetables and methodically preparing a meal to be soothing. I will concede cooking for one can be daunting in the beginning, spurring questions like “What do I make,” “Why does my grocery store assume I’m cooking for at least four,” and “Is this going to get expensive?” Fortunately, five years ago you sent me off to grad school with this book: Going Solo in the Kitchen, by Jane Doerfer.
Jane so brilliantly discusses the philosophy of cooking for one and how to shop for one. I’ve made a number of her chicken recipes and her sweet biscuits with a cold fruit compote are delicious. Sadly, as I am back in the land of Kroger, so much of my produce is prepackaged or pre-portioned. I have found a more local grocery store that allows me to purchase only what I need, but it’s kind of out of the way. I’m sure after a few more disappointing Kroger runs, I’ll be more willing to schlep out to the Highlands for produce. Fun fact: this book made it’s way to England this past winter as I lent it to a former intern of mine for her study abroad this semester.
As I mentioned earlier, I’ve been cooking for myself again. Getting into a routine took longer than I anticipated, so my cooking has only begun in the last couple weeks, and it’s mostly been staple foods that I can freeze for later. Two of my standby basic recipes are crockpot (not) refried beans and black beans. Both recipes com fromBudget Bytes, which is by and large my favorite food blog on the interwebs (aside from Dear Broccoli). I know I’ve written about Beth and her blog before, but I will not stop singing her praises. The black beans are the easiest recipe I’ve even encountered because it’s a bag of dried black beans and water in the crockpot for hours. That’s it. Each one pound bag makes about three cans of black beans. I freeze them until I use them in soups or enchiladas. The (not) refried beans are only two steps more difficult because in addition to water and beans, you throw in some diced onion and jalepeno, plus some herbs and spices. After the beans have cooked for their requisite time (heat setting dependent), you mash them with a hand blender. Those beans are also sitting in my freezer until I make some enchiladas. I’m waiting to make the enchiladas because last week I made chicken taco bowls, which are also from Budget Bytes. Again, this is a crockpot recipe. All you do here is load your crockpot with some chicken breast, a jar of salsa, a can of black beans, frozen corn and some herbs and spices and let ‘er go. I added a can of mushrooms to help beef up the meal. Once everything has cooked (read: chicken is not raw), shred the chicken. Serve over rice and top with cheese. I was too lazy to make rice. Also, I didn’t have the cooking instructions for this particular kind of rice and could not find them online. . . At any rate I ate this for lunch almost everyday this past week. Without the rice, it’s sort of like a really thick chicken chili.
Thanks to your post about Iowa sweet corn, the best corn in the world, I did end up making a couple dinners that didn’t come from a crockpot. The first was sauteed mushrooms and green beans with a side of corn. Okay, I lied. The corn was the main part and the mushrooms and green beans were the side dish. They just awkwardly sat there while I nearly inhaled the first corn on the cob I’ve eaten in almost three years. Kentucky sweet corn is just not as good as Iowa sweet corn (what is, really?), but it certainly hit the spot. I had an ear leftover, so I cut the corn off and tossed it with the remaining mushrooms and green beans and served it over some Ramen at work the next day. I bought some more corn yesterday with the intent of trying out your recipes. I want it to be tomorrow night already so I can make the corn. I’d make it tonight, but I’m headed to a coworkers for a Labor Day get together this afternoon and going to a University of Louisville football game tonight.
Remind me to tell you about pies and Brussels sprouts next time. I promise it’s not a Brussels sprouts pie. I don’t know how I feel about that.
I hope your holidays were merry and bright, or at the very least you had enough alcohol to get you through any familial crying episodes. I spent Christmas up in Vermont where I tried skiing for the first time (and lived to tell the tale), ate some delicious sauteed kale, and tried maple cotton candy. Oh, also, we went on a sleigh ride, and there were fresh cookies and Cabot cheese at snack time. My favorite part of the trip was sledding on our first night in Vermont. I had never been sledding in the dark before, but it was so much fun. I love sledding. Now, that Upstate has snow this year, I will be able to do more sledding. Lastly, I kicked butt at Jeopardy.
Anne, unfortunately, this holiday season did not allow me much time to do any real cooking or baking. Since I did not go home for the holidays, I was not able to participate in the annual Comito Family Ravioli-Making Extravaganza. However, it was confirmed by Uncle Frank that without me quality control has been down the last two years. Picture cavatelli making with more of an assembly line atmosphere.
Now, that we’re through Christmas and New Year’s, I’m planning on spending more time in my kitchen. I’ve already made a curried butternut squash soup, a seven layer dip, quesadillas, and two kinds of beans. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, and I’m nothing if not repetitive, I love the blog Budget Bytes. I love how Beth creates inexpensive recipes that use common ingredients. The recipe I use most often is her (not) refried beans. So easy. Just toss all the ingredients into your crockpot for 4-6 hours and walk away. I’ve been making these since grad school; they’re good with just about anything. Lately, I’ve been using the not refried beans as a base for quesadillas I freeze for lunches when I don’t have time to shop and cook. They’re also good as the base for seven layer dip, which is what I made for New Year’s Eve. The other beans I made last weekend were some straight up black beans. I used some of the black beans in the quesadillas, and then froze the rest.
Speaking of New Year’s, I didn’t really make any resolutions for the actual day, but I’ve spent last week thinking about things I’d like to accomplish in the next year.
Write everyday. I bought a “line a day” journal that has a couple lines for you to write everyday for 5 years. At this point, I’m not entirely sure if I’ll make it a lesson in concision, or if I’ll use it just to take note of mundane happenings. I’m excited to see how it evolves. In addition to writing in this line a day journal, I need to keep up with my other journals, this blog, random writings, and my thesis.
Find an answer to the question, “What do you do in your free time?” It is no longer acceptable to say, “I don’t have free time,” because frankly, that’s a cop out and untrue. It’s also not acceptable to say you spend all your free time wearing sweatpants and reading the newspaper, even if that does sound like a great way to spend one’s time.
Stop using my office as a glorified storage room and actually use it as an office. Resolution 1 will probably complete itself if I actually used my office for its intended purpose.
Feelings — accept that I have them and deal with it. Anne, you and I both know how much I dislike having the feelings, but I must accept that I am human, which means I get the feels from time to time and there’s nothing I can do about it.
As cliche as this is, be more present. I am going to make efforts to listen more fully and really participate in conversations and really commit to what’s going on around me rather than experiencing things peripherally or superficially.
So, Annes, now that I’ve told you and all the interwebs about my plans for 2013, I must accomplish them, because everything on the internet is true, and I don’t want to ruin that record.
I hope you like my Space Jam inspired title. Oh, yes. That’s right, Space Jam. Takes me back to a happier time, like when Starter Jackets were cool. However, that was also a time when butterfly clips were the hair accessory d’jour and gel pens reigned supreme. I think this was pre-glitter, but I could be wrong. I don’t feel like consulting my angst-ridden preteen journals. I do not think I can handle 10-year old Carolyne at this very moment.
At any rate, let’s talk about soup. Gah! That would have been a much better title than “Soup there it is!” What was I thinking? I could have rewritten the whole song and filmed a music video just for you. Damn. Maybe next time.
So, back to soups, yes? Okay. Well, after I returned from Thanksgiving in the windiest of all cities, I proceeded to get sick. Thanks a lot, immune system. In all actuality, it was a mere head cold, but because I have a dramatic streak, I acted as if I was dying. In fact, I called my mother and told her as such*.
Me: I’m dying! It’s horrible! Okay, I’m not dying. I have a cold, but it’s still horrible.
Mom: You’re weird.
Me: That is not how you talk to a dying woman.
Mom: I stand corrected. You’re very weird.
Me: I suggest we agree to disagree. Moving on, I wish I had soup right now.
*Please note this is a dramatic reinterpretation of what actually happened. I may or may not have previously mentioned I have a flair for dramatics.
Then my mother so rudely went on to talk about the turkey noodle soup she had made from the leftover turkey and cavatelli (sans sauce, fyi). After this torture, I decided to wander to my local Price Chopper to acquire the appropriate ingredients for chicken noodle soup.
Let’s see, ingredients included some chicken broth, an onion, celery (v. important), carrots, noodles, and a rotisserie chicken. I got the idea for the rotisserie chicken from your post about soup. So good. Anne, I don’t know if you remember my aversion to handling meat, but I hate handling meat. It’s disgusting. Not a read. That’s a fact. However, through some sort of heroic force, or maybe I was just sick enough to alter my thought process, I took all the meat off of that rotisserie chicken by myself, and I didn’t cry at all. Not one bit. I did whimper through a good portion of it, but no crying from this kid. Poor roommate Wesley tried to save me from myself, but I made him leave me alone. I told him this was my fight. Sometimes, I don’t understand how the world puts up with me. At any rate, I put all the meat in the soup, and it was wonderful. I froze a quart or two and ate the rest of it throughout the week.
The chicken noodle soup was for lunches and stuff, but what I really wanted on that fine post-Thanksgiving Sunday was grilled cheebs and tomato soup. In an effort to eat less sodium, I have cut out most processed and canned foods. While I just wanted some classic Campbell’s tomato soup, I forced myself to make soup from scratch. I used Michael Chairello’s recipe from the Food Network. I was excited to have the opportunity to use a bay leaf. Former Roommate Ellie left me some, and I haven’t been able to use one yet. Due to my lactose intolerance, I skipped the heavy cream. Overall this recipe was perfectly okay. I appreciate that it only makes about 4 servings, so I can consume it in a reasonable time. The flavor was a little lacking for me. it didn’t really taste like tomatoes, so I added some tomato past to boost the flavor. On Sunday, I thought the whole thing was a little flat. Roommate Wesley said it tasted fine. I couldn’t really taste anything thanks to my head cold. However, a few days later when I finished the last serving of soup, it was great. Perhaps, having conquered my cold allowed me to taste again. It was like I was tasting soup for the first time. (Not really.) Perhaps, the soup’s flavors married and created a better bond for my taste buds. Who knows. I’ll just have to make the soup again when I’m not dying.
Anyway, how have you been? How’s the new jorb? How’s the tree climbing thing going? This weekend I have to get a new phone, and then I’m headed to the City for work.
1. Car accident?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!? I would have sent cookies. (I still might.) Also, I’m glad your car is fine and you are relatively unscathed.
2. Jobs New and Old: You quitting your old job is probably a damn good thing because I know how much you didn’t like it. Also, what is your new job? You leave me with such cliffhangers? I’ve decided you’ve joined a knit-bombing team, and that’s your new job.
3. I’m glad you approve of Wesley, because I certainly do. I think the two of you would get along swimmingly. Hopefully, you’ll be able to meet at some point.
4. Soups are the best. It’s getting colder up here in the hinterland, which mean soups galore. I’m definitely going to have to try that chicken and wild rice soup. You’re not the only one who likes a thick soup, and has a tendency to not be able to make a thinner soup. Fortunately, most of the soups I’ve made in the past couple months have been curry based, so I can easily turn them into sauces.
5. Pumpkin bars?! I do not recall pumpkin bars being in my life. I’ll definitely have to make those as well. Who can say no to pumpkin? No one.
Okay, so for Thanksgiving, I headed to Chicago to spend some quality time with my real parents aunt and uncle. I was asked if I had ever made a pecan pie, which I had not. So, I decided to experiment with pecan pies last weekend. I did some research on pecan pies, and discovered they are traditionally made with corn syrup. While I really appreciate a good ear of Iowa corn, I’m a little apprehensive about using corn syrup. It’s just so controversial these days, and frankly I was not willing to serve controversy pie. I did a little more research to see if there are like minded individuals in the world. As it turns out, one can make a pie sans scorn syrup. My game plan: make 1 pie with corn syrup and make 1 pie without. Thankfully, I had a ready and willing group of friends to taste test these pies. Full disclosure, in the interest of time, I used pre-made pie crust. Normally, I would have made my own.
Pie 1: Scorn Syrup
I used The Pioneer Woman’s pecan pie recipe. I’ve always been a big fan of her recipes. She’s on Food Network now, which could be interesting; I’ve not yet watched her show. Anyway, the Pioneer Woman crushes/chops her pecans, which I did not do because I am more in favor of a beautiful pie rather than one that is more easily cut. This pie says to bake for 50 minutes, the first 30 covered with foil, and the second 20 without. I found that it took about 70-75 minutes to bake, but the Pioneer Woman did mention the baking time depended on the oven. Due to some brunch reservations and some poor time management, the pie was undercooked by about 5 minutes, which meant the filling wasn’t as solid as I would have liked. Overall, still pretty good.
Pie 2: MapleSyrup
For the second pie, I used Delightful Repast’s recipe. This recipe calls for maple syrup instead of corn syrup. This is something I could get behind. This pie should have only been baked for 50 minutes, but I got a little concerned and ended up baking it for about 5 minutes too long. Still good.
Let’s compare and contrast. Pie 1 was sweeter and creamier than Pie 2. However, Pie 2 highlighted the pecan flavor better. Both pies were good, but the general consensus was the texture of Pie 1 was better, but the flavor of Pie 2 was preferable. So, next time I will try to marry the two.
When my aunt and I started cooking for Thanksgiving, she already had a pecan pie recipe picked out from Cooking Light. It appeared my research was rendered mostly useless. However, I was able to explain to my uncle why the pecans are put on the bottom of the pie dish and how they make it to the top. Scientific & Knowledgeable Carolyne was scientific and knowledgeable. This recipe used brown rice syrup and maple syrup. I was not a fan. I could still taste the brown rice syrup after baking, and I’m not a big rice fan. However, everyone else liked it, so that’s good.
Anne, can I tell you a story about my bread mishap at the Thanksgiving? Okay, so on Thanksgiving my aunt and I realized we didn’t have any bread for the meal later that afternoon. I suggested we make ciabatta bread since it’s relatively easy to make, and it’s delicious. This is one of those “mostly in my head” recipes, but I have the actual recipe on hand, just in case. Seeing as how I was in Chicago, and not the good old Coop, I had to rely on my memory and then call my mom to double check. Well, my mother was eating Thanksgiving with my family because they wanted to celebrate before Kelsey went to work, meaning my mother did not answer, leaving me on my own. So, I did what I thought was right, which turned out to be wrong (yay me). I didn’t have enough water, so I thought I could fix it by adding the amount of water I needed. Wrong again. I ended up with a soupy mess and a bruised ego. Fortunately, we had enough of the ingredients to start over. My aunt rightfully did not trust me to do this correctly this time, so she hovered around to make sure we had the proper consistency. On a positive note, the bread turned out perfectly, and my aunt made me a sandwich with the bread for the plane ride bake to New York. I will leave you with the ciabatta recipe.
Yields 2 loaves
3 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 packet of yeast
pinch of sugar/honey for yeast
2 cups warm water
2 tablespoons olive oil
1. Dissolve packet of yeast in water with sugar. Wait 5-ish minutes.
2. Mix flour and salt in big bowl. (Make sure to actually mix the salt into the flour. Salt kills yeast. Learned that from the aunt this weekend.)
3. Add oil and water to flour mixture. Mix for 10-ish minutes. (Dough should be very sticky, but not soupy.)
4. Let rise for 30 minutes.
5. Flop. (aka scrape dough onto a board, fold one side to the other, fold once more)
6. Put dough back in the bowl. Let rise another 30 minutes.
7. Flop again.
8. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F.
9. Cut dough in half. Form two loaves. Place loaves onto cookie tray(s). Let rise while oven preheats.
10. Bake for 30 minutes, or until bread is golden brown on top. Bread should sound hollow when tapped.
I have not been doing enough cooking lately. Because things have been busy, and they aren’t going to stop any time soon now the holiday season is upon us, most of my culinary adventures are relegated to the weekend. Fortunately, the holiday season means I can bake to my heart’s content and people at the office will make less fuss about me constantly bringing in food. This weekend I got a little crazy and made pumpkin pancakes and cavatelli from scratch. However, I heard no complaints from roommate Wesley.
The pumpkin pancakes were not as good as I had hoped, but I think that’s my own fault for building them up in my head. The recipe called for a pinch of cloves, and I was too generous in my pinching, because the clove flavor overpowered the other, more desirable flavors, such as cinnamon. In the future I will most certainly be increasing the cinnamon in this recipe. Also, I served this with butter and real New York maple syrup, but it was too sweet. I spent the rest of breakfast trying to figure out how to make this better. Perhaps a fruit compote, like apples with cinnamon for instance, would be preferable. It wouldn’t be too sweet, but would keep the overall experience from being too dry. (Sorry no pictures because I am the worst.)
Most Sunday evenings, some coworkers and I place euchre. We rotate houses, and whomever is hosting that week makes dinner for all of us. This week, Wesley and I hotsed. Wesley made this beauty of a cheesecake: pumpkin nutella cheesecake. Please take a minute to appreciate the amazingness this dessert. It took a lot of will power to not sneak bites all afternoon. There are two pieces left in the fridge as I type this, and I am thinking about getting one even though I am not at all hungry. It’s that good.
While Wesley encapsulated heaven in cheesecake form, I made cavatelli, which is an Italian pasta with potato in the dough. It’s similar to gnocchi, but it uses much less potato. I guess you could call it a light dumpling. I choose to call it wonderful. Every Thanksgiving, my family makes thousands of cavatelli. Then with our turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes, we have cavatelli in red sauce. I may have described the cavatelli-making process with you before, but I’m going to relay it again because 1. I repeat myself often, and 2. I won’t be participating in Thanksgiving cavatelli this year, so I must relive the experience in my mind. At the Comito Family Stead, aka my mother’s kitchen, a myriad of relatives convene. Everyone has their role, one they’ve usually been doing for years with the hope that someday they will be old enough to move up to a new job. However, there really is no upward mobility in the Comito Family Cooking School. You do what you’re told, and you don’t ask questions. For cavatelli, my role is usually “cranker,” meaning I get to feed the pasta through the machine. This is a role I lobbied for years to win, and one from which I do not plan on retiring anytime soon, regardless of my lack of participation in the last couple years. I spent a lot of years rolling dough before I got to be cranker. Anyway, the real magic of cavatelli-making is the atmosphere. It’s hard to accurately describe, but I will sum it for you in this haiku:
Insults thrown, laughing
Vince Guaraldi blasting loud
Who is crying now?
Did I ever make cavatelli for you, Anne? I know I never made it from scratch for you, but maybe I brought some back to Wash 6 and made it with red sauce? Last night, I chopped up half an onion (more accurately, Wesley heroically cut the onion half), sauteed it with some mushrooms, wilted some spinach, tossed it all with the cavatelli, and sprinkled some good parm on top. The group devoured it, and we have no leftovers. However, we do have quite a bit of cavatelli in our freezer since I made a bigger batch of dough than I anticipated. Sometime after Thanksgiving I’ll make some sauce, but don’t think it the recipe will make it to the blog. Nice try, Annes. However, if I can figure out how to ship you some, I will.
*Note: This is another vague Comito family recipe, where you are required to go by feel.
A mashed potato (use a starchy potato)
*These are the basic ingredients. The ratio of flour to eggs is 1:1. For example, I used 5 cups of flour and 5 eggs. When I called Aunt Jackie she said to to 5 cups of flour and 4 eggs, but four eggs weren’t enough for me. I think when my family does this, they use jumbo eggs, which would make the 5:4 ratio more accurate. Also, I don’t think we ever use more than one potato ever.
1. Peel and boil potato
2. Mash potato, add a little milk
3. Combine flower and eggs. Dough will be mealy and dry. Add a little potato. Maybe some milk.
4. Knead until you have a slightly sticky dough, and it is malleable enough to form decent ball of dough. (You will likely need to add more milk and potato before you get to this point. Like I said earlier, this is a vague, play-it-by-ear recipe.)
5. Let ball of dough rest under a bowl for 30-60 minutes, or whenever you remember you’re cooking
6. Get out your amazing cavatelli machine, courtesy Aunt Jackie. Properly assemble.
7. Slice dough into decent sized pieces. (Again, you’ll just have to eyeball this.) (At this point, your dough should be a beautiful and supple ball of dough that is smooth to the touch and bounces back ever so slightly when pressed.)
8. Roll dough into ropes.
9. VERY LIGHTLY DUST ropes with some flour. (For the love that is all good and holy, do not over flour this stuff. It will make your life terrible.)
10. Place a floured cookie tray under your cavatelli machine.
11. Send those VERY LIGHTLY DUSTED ropes of delicious dough through your cavatelli maker.
12. Make sure to spread out the cavatelli as you make them. You don’t want them to stick together.
13. After you fill up a tray, put it in the freezer. (Letting them freeze makes them easier to handle when putting them in bags or containers for storage.)
14. Keep doing this until you run out of dough.
For consumption: boil water (remember to salt the water), add cavatelli to boiling water, and cook for…I want to say 10-ish minutes. I could be wrong about that. I literally just taste the cavatelli at various points during the cooking and turn off the heat after I’ve determined they’re done. Strain cavatelli, and enjoy with your favorite sauce. We usually just use a red sauce, but you can do just about anything with them.
I’m sorry this post is coming to you so late. My excuses are work, game night, and changing of the roommates. However comma but, I have done some delightful cooking. Sadly, there are no pictures because I am the worst. Please enjoy.
So, this cooking and baking from the last few weeks includes, but is not limited to curried squash soup, purple cauliflower soup, fluffy pumpkin cookies, a red purple velvet cake, harvest soup, the real rosemary applesauce, and ciabatta bread. Fall really makes me want to create food. I have to admit, former roommate Ellie made the curried squash and purple cauliflower soups. All I really did for those was taste them throughout the cooking process and eat them later. Both were very delicious, and I don’t have the recipes. However, I will discuss them a little more in depth below.
Curried squash soup: This soup had butternut squash, red lentils, onions, carrots, some tomato pureee, curry and some other ingredients I cannot recall at present. When we first made this soup, we left everything chunky, which is not my preference. Regardless, the soup was delicious and flavorful. Because both former roommate Ellie and I are Italian, we have very little control over the amount of food we produce. We have an innate drive to feed everyone, so we always end up with SO MUCH FOOD. There was so much soup left over, but don’t you fret your pretty little head, because I turned it into other food, aka Carolyne pretends she can make Indian inspired foods. That experiment consisted of me blending the soup, putting chunks of chicken breast in it, and pouring it over basamati rice. Delicious. Just thinking of it makes me want to eat some now, even if it is 10:30 PM.
Purple cauliflower soup: Ellie bought this beautiful purple cauliflower from the farmers market and decided it would become soup. We conjectured a very pretty soup with vibrant purple color. What we got was dingy lavender color, but a damn delicious soup. I’m not entirely sure what Ellie did to create this soup, as it was nearly finished when I got home from work this past Tuesday. Again, we had so much soup leftover, mainly because the cauliflower was ginormous. It was about the size of a beach ball. I happily at the rest of the soup all week.
Fluffy pumpkin cookies: This was my contribution to Tuesday’s meal. These cookies are like warm, plush pockets of pumpkiny goodness. I liked them best just out of the oven and sans cream cheese frosting, which could be a little overpowering. Ellie made the frosting because she’s better at it, and I’m not big into frosting. I like my cookies naked.
Red Purple velvet cake: It all started when my good friend, Wesley, became an employee of my company, and thusly had to move up to the middle of nowhere Upstate New York and become my current roommate. I firmly believe that most occasions deserve cake or cookies or any baked good, really, so naturally Wesley received an “employment cake” of his choosing. He decided on a red velvet cake. Now, Anne, I must divulge a secret; I’m terrible at making red velvet cakes/cupcakes. I don’t know what it is about this cake, but we are not agreeable. I think a part of it is that this cake requires that I have abnormal amounts of red food coloring on hand, which I infrequently do not. This excursion was no different. I had an ounce bottle and one of the little gnome-like bottles of red food coloring, which was not enough to equal two full ounces, so I decided to use blue food coloring, which produced a beautifully rich aubergine cake. I also have to say that I am not fond of eating red velvet because of all the food coloring. I don’t care that food dyes might give me cancer because SO MANY THINGS in this world can give me cancer, but I feel like such a large amount of food coloring alters the taste of the cake. I made cream cheese frosting to go with the cake, and it was okay — not as good as Ellie’s, but not terrible. Ultimately, Wesley liked the cake. The cake did get better as the week went on. Maybe it just needed to sit?
Harvest soup: Anne, I definitely messed this one up. I was loosely using this recipe, but was throwing in whatever else I had in my kitchen that needed to be used. (Please note that everything but the broth, pepper, and olive oil came from my local farmers market — even the celery.) I had a leek that needed to be used, so I put it in the soup, and it killed the soup. I’ve done that with leeks before. I think because they have a slightly onion-y taste, they can be used liked onions, but that is not true at all. At. All. So, then I had a giant pot of soup that didn’t taste great, but I could not bear to throw it out, so I pondered my options. I decided to add a sweet potato and some more salt and pepper and an obscene amount of curry and pour it over rice like the curried squash soup earlier in this post. Note: the curry made this SO MUCH BETTER! I threw some cubed chicken breast in it, too.
Rosemary applesauce: I did it right this time. The fresh rosemary made all the difference; it dries out during the cooking, so the flavor is infused into the apples. It’s actually a pretty good applesauce. I think I need to make some pork medallions or pork chops as a vehicle for this applesauce, and I tried putting it on my morning oatmeal. Note: This applesauce is not meant to be poured over oatmeal. That was most certainly not a breakfast of champions.
Ciabatta bread: Ah, bread. The only bread I feel I’ve successfully made is your no-knead bread, which is great toasted with cream cheese. However, I’ve been trying my hand at ciabatta for quite a while. Ciabatta is a nice Italian peasant bread with a hard crust. It doesn’t help that I’m using a vague recipe from my mother, which is apparently the Italian way to cook/bake. The moral of this story is my bread isn’t as good as my mom’s, even if it is perfectly okay.
So, my dear Anne, I will try to do a better job at keeping you updated in my culinary adventures, especially as we go into the holiday season. I am so very excited about all the holiday baking I’m planning to do.
Autumn in New York — great song, terrible movie, and a wonderful experience. Iowa has pretty good foliage, but it’s no lie that New York and New England have some of the best autumnal colors. I love looking at the trees across Otsego Lake. Right now there’s still a lot of green, but it’s mottled with fiery reds and oranges and buttery yellows.
With autumn comes apple season. There are numerous small orchards in the area, and they all flock to the farmers markets on the weekends. This Saturday was no exception. There were at least 4 vendors selling their apples. I usually purchase my apples from Middlefield Orchard because they have so many varieties, and their jams are delicious. I’m particularly fond of their Sunrise Jam (strawberry, apricot, and pineapple). Last weekend I bought enough apples to eat one with lunch everyday this past week. The flavor is so present, so flavorful. (I’m finding difficulties describing how wonderful these apples tasted.) Perhaps it’s because I haven’t eaten apples in a while (I focused on berries and stone fruits this summer.), or maybe it’s because the apples are smaller than the apples in the grocery store, concentrating the flavors. I don’t know, but I can tell you there are no complaints from me.
Apple season provides the opportunity for so many apple-based recipes: pies, cobblers, crisps, tarts, muffins, compotes, etc. Yesterday, I decided to make apple sauce. My dad makes some pretty delicious applesauce, so I called him for his recipe. He did not answer, but he did call me back and leave me this message.
It’s pretty darn difficult. You cut up some apples. Throw them in a pan. Toss a little water in there, some sugar depending on how sweet you want it, some cinnamon, and you cook it. Or you can throw crock pot and do the same thing.
Sounded pretty complicated, so I decided to take this one step further and play with the flavors. Cinnamon was a given because cinnamon is one of the best spices out there, but I wanted to find other savory flavor to pair. At first, I considered smoked paprika, but I thought maybe the smokiness would overpower the cinnamon. Then, I tried chili powder, which didn’t do much for me. After twenty minutes of standing in my pantry smelling spices with cinnamon next to it, I finally decided on rosemary. Naturally, I hopped on the computer to check for any rosemary applesauce recipes. There were a few, and I ended up modifying this recipe from and other adventures… I didn’t have juice, so I used water.
10 apples, peeled, cored, and cut into chunks
5 tsp brown sugar
3 cinnamon sticks
1 lemon peel slice
Juice of 1 lemon
1/2 cup of water
3 sprigs of rosemary
1. Peel, core, and chop apples.
2. Add all ingredients in crock pot.
3. Cook on low for 6 hours.
4. Remove lemon peel slice, cinnamon sticks and rosemary sprigs at the end of cooking.
5. Use immersion blender to puree apples, or keep apples chunky. It’s up to you.
And other adventures says you can store the applesauce in the fridge for a week. If you’re looking to keep any longer, consider going through the formal canning process. This made enough to fill four 8oz jelly jars.
As I mentioned earlier, I used water instead of juice as the original recipe calls. I also didn’t have any fresh rosemary, nor was my dried rosemary in sprig form. I didn’t want to have to fish out all the individual rosemary needles after cooking, so I used some cheesecloth and created a makeshift tea bag to infuse the flavor into the sauce. The infusion was unsuccessful since I did not immerse the pouch into the liquid, but let it sit on top of the apples, which And other adventures had shown in pictures. I think the idea was the steam created from cooking in a crock pot would draw out the flavors from the cinnamon sticks and the rosemary sprigs. However, I think the problem was that my rosemary was completely dried. So, to sum up, I had regular applesauce. It’s delicious applesauce. I’m probably going to make more next weekend. Next time, I will either have fresh rosemary or let the rosemary steep in the liquid. I also want to experiment with Herbes de Provence applesauce. I think the lavender will pair very well, making that applesauce perfect for pork chops or pork roast.
Anyway, it’s time for me to go knit while my roommates watch one football team beat another football team.
Right now I have some gingerbread in the oven. It’s your grandmother’s recipe. I’m not sure how it will turn out because I used a little too much baking soda. I may have got a little distracted belting out “Maybe This Time” with Liza. Oh, I should mention I considered not using vegetable shortening for a hot second, but then I imagined Grandma Pat running after me with a wooden spoon, threatening me within an inch of my life for not using shortening, particularly Crisco. It was terrifying. Needless to say, I used the Crisco. I think it will pay off.
This effort is not my best. As I mentioned earlier, I was very distracted by my debut in Cabaret, playing one night only at Carolyne’s Kitchen, but on top of that, I don’t actually own an 8×8 pan, which is called for in the recipe. I’m using something that looks like an 8×6, so we’ll see how that turns out. The gingerbread has been baking for about 20 minutes thus far, and it still looks pretty wet in the middle. (The recipe says to bake for 25 minutes.) Now, while we wait for the gingerbread to finish baking, why don’t we all listen to some Liza?
I decided to make gingerbread tonight because yesterday was the epitome of a fall day. The sky was a brooding, steely blue, threatening to rain at every turn, red and yellow leaves decorated the streets and sidewalks, and the air had that telltale crisp chill. Above all, it smelled like fall. Yesterday, I spent the entire workday listening to Nina Simone and drinking copious pots of tea, all while working, of course. Today was beautiful, nearly perfect. The sun was shining, and it was almost warm. Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy, which is perfect for more tea and a deliciously spicy and warm baked good. I am all about preparation.
The gingerbread is out of the oven. It took about 40-45 minutes to bake. Hallelu! I didn’t ruin it! You can’t taste the extra baking soda. The sides aren’t dry.
I have not frosted the whole pan of gingerbread because I firmly believe that everyone has the right to choose how much frosting to put on their baked goods. I am usually not a huge fan of frosting and am often forced to scrape a bunch off, and really that’s just wasteful.
The plan for this gingerbread is to pair with a giant pot of coffee and become breakfast for Ellie and me tomorrow morning. What a charming way to start a dreary day in Upstate.
Dearest Anne, you already know this recipe, but for our potential readers, I post it below as you sent it to me.
“Grandma McLeod’s Gingerbread”
1/4 c. vegetable shortening (and it’d better be Crisco, or Grandma Pat will find you and scold you)
1/2 c. sugar
3/4 tsp. baking soda, divided
1/2 c. molasses
1 1/2 c. white flour
3/4 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp ground cloves
1/8 tsp salt
3/4 c. boiling water
1 large egg, beaten
Preheat oven to 325F.
Cream the shortening by mashing it against the sides of the mixing bowl until creamy.
Add the sugar and beat thoroughly.
Put 1/2 tsp of the baking soda and the molasses in a small bowl and beat until the molasses becomes “light and fluffy”. Then, mix into the shortening/sugar thoroughly.
In a bowl mix together the flour, baking powder, spices and salt; set aside.
Stir together the boiling water and remaining 1/4 tsp baking soda. Gradually add about one third of this mixture to the molasses mixture, then add one third of the dry ingredients. Repeat until you’ve added all of the water and dry ingredients, then add the beaten egg and stir batter thoroughly.
Grease an 8 x 8 baking pan and sprinkle with a bit of flour. Pour batter into the pan.
Bake for about 25 minutes or until an inserted toothpick comes out cleanly.
THEN EAT THEM.
Thanks for setting up this cooking blog! (I had to fight the urge to use the word “rad.” This is not the 90s, Carolyne.) I am very excited to share my recipes with you, and possibly the world, or at least some of our friends…maybe…
Shortly after I returned to Upstate after visiting you, I discovered this recipe for plum cake. That Carolyn’s plum cake looks much better than my plum cake (see below), but this was a good first attempt.
I know how you feel about fruit in general, but what’s your take on plums? I thought this cake was sweet enough without being overbearing, reminiscent of a coffee cake. Out of fear of the cake not being cooked all the way through, I left it in about five minutes too long, resulting in a drier product that desired. However, I fixed that right up with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and a cup of tea.
It would have been nice to have you here to enjoy this cake and some coffee with me, perhaps whilst playing a game of Apples to Apples.