Wild Raspberries and a Sacrifice

"Are you sure you're not stepping in Poison Oak?" the Somm asked me as I teetered in a good approximation of dancer's pose on a collapsing branch a couple yards off the walking path in Glen Park Canyon... one hand holding my bag of booty, the other outstretched for the glistening, perfect, purple berry just a centimeter away from my fingertips.

"Yeah, totally..." I trailed off. Got it! The berry joined its brethren in the bag. Roughly thirty minutes later, I had gathered around three cups of wild berries for the homemade chocolate ice cream I'd planned to make for my grandfather for Father's Day. We used to make ice cream together when I was a little girl, and Grandpa has always been a fiend for fresh fruit (as well as sweets), so I was excited to be making my own recipe of dark chocolate swirled with wild raspberry and blackberry compote.

Back home, I cooked down my triumphantly foraged berries with sugar and a dash of balsamic before mixing them into the chocolate custard.

The ice cream was a massive hit at my grandpa's nursing home the next weekend... and I kept quiet about the rash of itchy welts that had developed on my thigh...

Mint Chip Trip

Maybe I've mentioned that the Somm's grammy gave me an ice cream maker last time we were down for a visit. I never thought I could get into the swing of thinking ahead enough to make the ice cream a full day before I wanted it, but here I am.

The first batch, just in time for the wisdom teeth sayonara was salted caramel, which knocked me for a serious loop and made me (very temporarily) forget the gaping holes in the back of my mouth.

For the second batch, I pillaged our front herb box for three fat cups of fresh mint, and I made mint chip that is, frankly, astounding. I couldn't believe that so much wildly fresh mint flavor would actually infuse into the cream--nevermind lend it a pretty, pale green color. I'm going to go eat some right now.

Springtime, Visits, Teeth and Pressies

These are the things I've been up to in the last month that have kept me away from the computer and, to a large extent, the stove. Here's the photo montage...

 

Miss Bray came to town, and we took advantage of the verdant bounty at the Ferry Building Farmer's Market--asparagus, peas, favas, potes, spring onions, watercress... all whipped into a rabbit stew dazzled up with a handful of fresh tarragon!

For dessert, we broke out Miss Kiwi's quadruplet baby ramekins for cherry clafoutis. Non-pitted cherries are definitely superior, flavor-wise and effort-wise, to pitted. I wish I could say that these stayed as airy and fluffy even after being out of the oven for 20 minutes, but... well... they were prettiest as pictured. 

Then I got my wisdom teeth out. All four at once. Go for the kill, right? One of my first meals "back" (pseudo-back) was homemade corn chowder with the first Cali corn of the season--how they can have fresh corn in late May is beyond me, but there it is. I had also been practically protein-free for a week and a half, so I loaded this up with bacon. All pureed, this was delectable and made my mouth feel better.

As a present to myself for getting through the tooth extraction, I took myself on a shopping spree to Sur La Table with the $500 gift card I won for my Pesto Pasta recipe on Saveur.com. I made out. Here's all the luxe loot I came home with. Favorites include the set of Schott crystal glassware, the small scanpan that makes the best fritatta ever, and the set of Sur La Table saucepans.

Mariquita Farms Mystery Box!

I just picked up my first Mystery Box--$25 for all this, which I slung over my shoulder and lugged home from Incanto, a few blocks down the street from home... thank you, Julia and Andy! What should I make for dinner?? Feeling like a giant, herbed-vinaigrette salad with roasted garlic bread crumbs, but pasta with wilted chicory could do the trick, too...

Seduction on the Stove

Here's what smells so damn good in the kitchen right now. It's the beginnings of sugo, or my great-grandmother's Abruzzese tomato sauce, which starts, as shown, with finely chopped salt pork and a bit of garlic browning in a pool of olive oil before beef and pork ribs get browned... before chopped onions, celery, bell pepper, parsley, celery leaf, basil all get mixed in and around.

The tomatoes come soon, but this part smells the most heavenly...

Holy Man, Holy Mother!!!!!

GUESS WHAT?!

I WON!

Saveur sent me a note today saying my recipe for my Parsley Pesto Pasta was a "huge, huge hit" with the editors, and they are going to post it today! Which means, dearest reader you, that you might just be here, reading this, thanks to them and that! My biggest squeeze of gratitude.

I will tell you that my blog is not full of professional, pretty photos, or many smart posts. This is my humble space for sharing what I love, which is being in my home kitchen and surrounded by good ingredients and friends and almost always a glass of wine. Thank you for visiting!

Radish Salad and Pea Soup with Chevre

I never got any presents like a giant bag of just-picked radishes from my neighbors at 223 Manhattan Ave. But I came home to that a few days ago in my new city!

This is part of the reason San Francisco is The Best. 

I am on a radish kick right now, so I felt pretty bowled over and ready to stuff my face with this recipe I've been ogling: http://dinersjournal.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/06/11/recipe-of-the-day-radish-salad/

I also felt the need to put the kibosh on a bag of frozen peas now that fresh ones are all up in my space, so I whizzed them together with homemade veggie stock, fresh mint and a healthy dose of salt and pepper.

Finally, I got a riotously tasty fresh chèvre from Bi-Rite (thank you, girl with short hair, for the rec as I stared blankly at the cheese wall). I dolloped it on the soup and also smeared that all over a baguette (for good measure) and called this my first Perfect Spring Dinner of 2011.

On the Menu in Heaven

Welcome to Heaven!

Menu for the Lord's table...

Your first course: 

 Pan-Seared Local Brussels Sprouts with 

Parmesan, Sea Salt, Black Pepper and Meyer Lemon Zest.

Still Life: Tacos

Last night I made a lemon pepper-crusted pork tenderloin with smashed new potatoes and mint as well as a roasted kale salad. Tonight, the pork was sliced thinly and heated quickly with a touch of stock and tangerine juice and smoked paprika, then covered in radishes, cilantro, onions and homemade guacamole. We also couldn't help but grate a bit of Irish cheddar over the whole mess. Tacos! One of my favorite meals. Witness the still life we were loathe to clean up after stuffing ourselves.

Ms. Kiwi Meets Roasted Peppers

The next great adventure of Ms. Kiwi involves roasted red peppers (see the colorful multitasking in the photo above) and stewed tomatoes, all slow-cooked and whizzed into submission before submitting to my stomach.

On the side, a little peppery salami and a feta-parsley pesto with green garlic over homemade flatbread. And Virgil's cream soda, of course.

Tahoe Cassoulet

Ever since Ms. Kiwi showed up, I've had a hankering for trying my hand at big-"C" Cassoulet. You know, that daunting (for cook and consumer) French dish of, essentially, layers upon layers of fat 'n beans.

As you may or may not know, I am not one for following recipes, so after prowling around the Internet for a few minutes, I convinced myself that I'd make something up when we went to Tahoe. I'm not a skier or snowboarder, and I had a whole ham hock just waiting to roll in the hay with some beans and then feed a gaggle of hungry riders.

Here's what went down:

- Midnight, Thursday: Soak a lot of Navy beans.

- 11am, Friday: Rinse beans. Put them in Ms. Kiwi with ham hock, onion skins, garlic skins, celery and carrot butts, sprigs of rosemary, thyme, bay leaf. Heat slowly. Cut up into small bits a stale old hunk of baguette you have lying around. Stick it into the oven at a low temperature that sounds right, and peek in on it every now and then. When the bits are crunchy, take them out.

- 2pm: Extract everything from gorgeous stock. Reduce stock and carefully separate beans and delicious ham pieces from the other crap.

- 3pm: Render fat from some bacon. Brown some mild Italian sausage in it. Remove meat. Throw in whole buncha chopped onion, celery, carrot and let it brown around in the fat in the pan.

- 3:30pm: Add some spoonfuls of tomato paste. Add some more if you want. Brown around. Then dump in a can of diced tomatoes. Meanwhile, hack the end off a whole head of garlic, lop a tablespoon or two of butter on it and wrap in foil. Put in oven at a temperature between 250 and 400 for a while, until it starts smelling good and you check it and it is nicely browned and squishy. Then take it out and just let it sit by itself on the side.

- 4pm: Hurry and add beans! Then meat! Then reduced stock! Riders are coming back and want to go drink!

- 5pm: Go drink multiple pitchers of beer while your stewing pot of kind-of-fat and beans and vegetables slowly does its thing for a while.

- 8pm: Return to glorious stewy pot of kind-of-fat-but-not-really and beans and vegetables smelling to-die-for. Let riders ooh and ahh over glorious smell of your day-of-slaving. Squish smooshy bits of garlic out of wrappy bits into a pan with the melted butter sloshing all around its sides. Get this warm, then add your homemade breadcrumbs and a little flourish of a handful of parsley, and toast them up.

- 8:10pm: Bat the hungry riders away from Ms. Kiwi with a spatula. Dump buttery-garlicky breadcrumbs all over top of hot stewy beany mixture, and stick Ms. Kiwi into a hot oven somewhere around 400-450 degrees.

- 8:30pm: Carefully pull Ms. Kiwi out of oven and put on table in front of drooling riders. Serve them a gigantic ladle-full with plenty of breadcrumby bits on top, and let them help themselves to various dark and moody red wines.

- 9:30pm: Scrape Ms. Kiwi clean with spoons or tongues, follow up with ice cream cones if possible and a quick session in the jacuzzi.

Kiwi Creuset!

There she is! Isn't she gorgeous? Isn't she lovely? I couldn't resist this picture with all the complimentary greenery.

Didn't have time straight away for cassoulet or osso buco, but a couple pounds of mussels with fennel, leeks, thyme, oregano, feta and parsley will do just fine. She's just so BIG! 6.75 quarts makes two pounds of mussels look like a mini meal.

I tried homemade frites, too, but those damn things never come out right. I soaked for an hour then rinsed and patted very dry, to no avail. All soft 'n sticky. Help?

Perfecting Parsley Pesto Pasta

I adore alliteration, even if I'm told to use less of it in my writing. I can do what I want here! So it is: Perfecting Parsley Pesto Pasta.

Saveur is having a big home cook contest for the best pasta recipe, and I really, really want that Sur La Table gift certificate!! I will show you all the neat things I get if I win.

The contest runs through the month of March, so I was looking to do something seasonal and simple but also stunning (s, s, s, s). The solution is parsley pesto, because there's always entirely too much parsley in one bunch for anything other than pummeling that stuff into submission (and pesto).

Here was a first go, paired with spaghetti and asparagus, because that's in season in March, too... at least in my part of the world. If not yours, hopefully you'll see the light of day--I mean, spring--soon.

I also got to use my new mortar and pestle to pestle-ize the pesto, which was positively thrilling!

Twitter Stew

That is what I shall always call this meal: Twitter Stew. I am just learning about Twitter. It is somewhat scary. I have to face that, despite my job as a writer and my Communication degree, I am falling into a generational divide, slightly unable to keep up with internet trends, and I'm just 27 years old. JUST. To the tiny twittering tweens, that's OLD.

Back to the point: I found this recipe on Twitter from @amandahesser, who for some reason or another was posting recipes involving citrus and olives. It was cold and rainy (and continues to be) here in my new home of SF, so a lamb stew with pre-cut butternut squash that I had sitting in my fridge, along with those ingredients, sounded spot-on perfect.

The whole delicious thing took 10 minutes to prepare, then cooked for 30 more, and I'd barely finished catching up with my friend Janelle, who was over for dinner, before dinner was ready. Then, we paired it with an awesome little find from Bi-Rite's frankly very impressive wine selection: 2008 Musar Jeune--a fresh, unoaked red from the culty Chateau Musar made of Cab, Cinsault and Carignan grown on limestone soils. Hearts and stars, and all that.

We don't really have furniture in our new home, just flowery plates and rugs borrowed from the 'rents, so there we are on the floor. See? Moving is fun! SEE??!

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Note: This MAY soon appear on a new and exciting blog called SameBrightStar Cooks! If my East Coast partner in crime gets on it and cooks this sucker up on Sunday. Here's hoping!

Chic Cheap Lunch

We've been eating pasta while we get settled in SF and wait for jobs to start and paychecks to come. LOTS of pasta. But pasta for lunch and pasta for dinner gets a little too pasta for me, so I was forced to become creative, which quite logically led me to bread, which is similarly cheap and comforting and capable of mixing with many ingredients.

We did not have many of those, either, so I rounded up everything in the fridge: the remains of a can of cannellini beans, some leftover sprigs of basil and the butt of a lemon, all of which I fork-mashed (blender?! food processor?! you're kidding, right??) into a frankly very delicious spread for bread. Spread for bread. Rhyme!

We splurged on a peppery cacciatore salami and some blood oranges--MY FAVORITE CITRUS EVER--paired it with Mexican Coke in a glass bottle and called it lunch. Pas mal, eh?

As a side note, this is Napoleon on his new bed after a long play at the greatest dog park ever.

The Temp Apartment Challenge: 2 Pots + a Cookie Sheet

The view from our temporary perch in sunny San Francisco is lovely: blue sky, green hills, clean streets and a Whole Foods 30 seconds away.

We are happy! But alas, the state of my cooking is not. While we look for our permanent home, our temporary one is equipped with two pots and a cookie sheet and not a whole lot else. How to gourmet dinner-ize????

It could be a new chef-challenge show on Food Network! Here's what we made last night with just two pots and a cookie sheet:

Pot 1: Battuta di pollo. A thinly pounded (utilizing pot 2, pre-salad) chicken breast sautéed in butter--LOTS of butter to prevent sticking.

Pot 2: Insalata di arugula, tomato, cannellini and shallot with the coup de grace... bergamot vinaigrette! We found this little delicacy at the incredible Bi-Rite market, where I hope to eventually live immediately across from, and we squeezed it all into our little salad "bowl" (aka pot 2) along with olive oil, salt and pepper. We also took the excess bergamot juice and added it to the little crispy chicken bits and butter left in pot 1 to make a tangy reduction. Delicious. Me smart.

Cookie sheet: Roasted potatoes with olive oil and **foraged** rosemary--it's growing out in the little tree-box thing in the middle of the sidewalk next door!! Shh. Don't tell I snatched some. I felt sooo hippie-like and cool with my foraging effort.

Bonus points for this being A) super-affordable and B) well-paired with the neat little lighter-bodied, fresh and rosy 2008 Julien Sunier Fleurie we picked up.

MARRY ME!

 

Here's what happened on Friday night!!!!! I said yes :)

It was the best night of my life. And the best pizza of my life.