Category: <span>Culinary Adventures</span>

Trends and societal preferences cycle through the years. Fashion is perhaps the most visually obvious example of this phenomenon where the cuts and patterns our mothers wore when they were young are once again in. One hundred years ago, affording something that was mass-produced was a sign of affluence. These days, we have once again embraced the slow movement. Slow food, handmade products, individuality.

While the slow movement has squarely made its presence known here in America, it has never really left the old world. Perhaps this is the very essence of why we find European cities so charming. Cobbled streets lined with one-of-a-kind shops, art studios and mom-n-pop restaurants where each establishment excels at just a handful of products whether it be pottery, handmade soaps, an authentic recipe for spaghetti cacio e pepe like the one served at the Ristorante de Paris in Rome or the stuffed peppers I still can’t forget at Inn Buffalito in Sorrento, Italy.

Our family are big fans of the farm (or garden) to table, slow, handmade concept. My parents have had a garden for as long as they have owned their house and last year, Evan and I gave gardening a go. Our garden was a success and we enjoyed the experience. In fact, we just only recently picked our last harvest of cherry tomatoes. When traveling, Evan and I go out of our way to find local places and artisanal shops that are known for just a single product. Our passion for handmade and individually tailored was further supported when we lived in Philadelphia, the home of the Naked Chocolate Cafe, Philadelphia Distilling Co., La Colombe, The Franklin Fountain, Capogiro Gelato, DiBruno Brothers, and many, many more. With the exception of La Colombe and DiBruno Brothers, the other establishments came to be while we resided in the city of Brotherly Love and it is nice to see so many of them have reached national acclaim and still retain their passion for creating good quality products.

Philadelphia is of course, not the only city that embraces artisanal, individually-owned, slow and slow-food enterprises. New York City, and Brooklyn in particular has been a mecca for young and passionate craftsmen like the Mast Brothers, Brooklyn Soda Works, Kombucha Brooklyn, People’s Pops, The Brooklyn Salsa, and Stanley and Sons. These represent a very brief sampling of the immense talent housed in Brooklyn.

When traveling, we make a point to stop by a few of these mom-n-pop places to enjoy the local offerings and interact with people who are passionate about their craft. No matter the product, it always feels a little more luxurious when it is hand-made and individual. I feel just the same way when receiving something hand-made especially if gifted by the maker. So the next time you receive something that was hand-made, take a moment to realize and recognize the amount of time someone poured into this special piece and that it was probably made with a lot of love.

Crafts Culinary Adventures Life

This weekend was focused on everything that is in season: crafts and cranberries. Thanksgiving is just around the corner and we are looking forward to my mother-in-law’s fabulous dinner spread and some serious family time. I kid you not, folks — my mother in-law makes an A-M-A-Z-I-N-G thanksgiving dinner and it trumps most others I have been to. Until then, I am cooking a few fall favorites with cranberries in anticipation of the grand finale that is the turkey holiday itself.

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I made these cranberry rolls on Saturday morning just in time for my parents’ visit. I am always happy to cook in exchange for help with Sophia!

The issue was that these only required a cup of cranberries and I had plenty of tangy berries left over still. After much deliberation and consultation of my recipe books, I decided on cranberry orange muffins for Sunday afternoon.

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They turned out oh so well! There is something about cranberries and orange zest perfuming your kitchen in the fall that makes you happier…

We didn’t just feast on baked desserts all weekend, of course. Evan roasted a lamb shoulder and together we made an Azeri pilaf.

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It was a relatively low-key cooking weekend because I was absolutely consumed with crafting. My sister and I are working on a secret project that may or may not have something to do with Hanukkah and we were both sewing as if our life and livelihood depended on it. I can’t tell you what it is because the recipients (or at least their parents) may or may not read this blog and then it would ruin their surprise.

SeasonalCraftsWithout giving much away, this is a shot of my secret project … very home-made.

SeasonalCrafts1This is a snippet of my sister’s project. Obviously, and don’t think my mother didn’t point this out, my sister’s is much more polished. I am okay with that.

 

 

Cookery Culinary Adventures Dessert Flavors Hubby Cooks

We had the whole weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us save for a few hours earlier today when Evan and I were once again Sophia’s beards, so to speak. The young lady had a social engagement — a birthday fete to attend and we were simply the chauffeurs. We spent most of the days catching up on rest, relaxation and some good eats. Oh, I also knitted a verdant green hat for Sophia, but it is not yet finished. Stay tuned for pictures.

Every Thursday evening, the three of us sit down over books and magazines. Sophia usually selects some Dr. Seuss books though her favorite this week is Yum Yum Dim Sum. This book is such fun to read and Sophia always reminds us that her Aunt and Uncle (my sister and brother-in-law) brought it for her. While she is busy reading, we are busy looking at various cookbooks to figure out what to cook this weekend. One of us rushes to the grocery store on Friday evening with a compiled list of everything we will need. This weekend, we decided to make a Saba (mackerel) dish, Roasted Tomato Soup, Chinese dumplings, Chinese chicken soup, brownies and home-made granola.

Evan makes a mouthwatering Saba dish which he pairs with perfectly cooked rice and a cucumber salad. That was Friday evening’s dinner. I made the dumplings for Saturday’s dinner and made enough to freeze for another night (likely a week-night). Dumplings are a special food. If you’ve had someone’s homemade dumplings, it likely means that you are loved. If I’ve made dumplings for you, it means just that — that you’re someone very special to me. They are such a labor of love. Every single dumpling perfectly filled, folded and propped on a board waiting to be cooked and dressed in a special sauce. They take so much time to make and so little time to disappear into happy bellies. I have the most special memories of my mom making dumplings for us — it truly made my dad, sister and I feel loved and I would like nothing more than to hear the same sentiment from Sophia a few years from now.

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Chicken soup is very special in our house. It isn’t difficult to make, but takes some time. Usually, my mom makes a few batches for us in case we get a cold. In my book, there are few more comforting dishes than chicken soup. But chicken soup is chicken soup and sometimes you want it with a twist. Enter Chinese chicken soup made with scallion whites and ginger. My house smells so good right now.

While psyching myself for chicken soup, I psyched myself for brownies. I must confess, it wasn’t terribly hard to psych myself for brownies. And once they were in the oven, the granola just sort of happened. Besides, I can’t just have plain greek yogurt for breakfast, can I?

WeekendingLaborOfLoveBrownie

 

The brownie may not be a looker, but trust me, it is everything a brownie should be. I thought it so nice, I just had it twice!

Cookery Culinary Adventures Hubby Cooks Life

The grand 2nd birthday celebration was, by all accounts, a smashing success. Our house is still standing. The furniture and walls are without any additional adornments such as glitter and the guests all had plenty to eat. I assume the latter because we are almost finished the last of our leftovers and its Wednesday, people! I felt quite a bit of pressure to provide a nice spread because many of the guests were coming from out of town. Regardless, it is usually a good idea to have a plentiful spread to ensure that everyone can enjoy themselves. Not that I am Suzy Homemaker, but I have a cardinal set of rules — which I call the Party Food Commandments — by which I like to entertain. 

  • Entertain because you want to and not because you feel you have to
  • Serve the food you would be happy to eat at other’s parties
  • Always, Always, A-L-W-A-Y-S accommodate allergies (not to be confused with preferences) especially for children and definitely when it impacts cake
    • This one is especially close to my heart. My nephew has tree-nut allergies. I am always disappointed when I am at a party with him and the host (if in the know about said allergy) has not provided a sweet alternative to a tree-nut contaminated cake. How would they feel if their child couldn’t eat cake and was going to a kid’s party?
  • Change things up. If I can guess your menu before arriving because it is always the same, then please change it up
    • My family is often guilty of this! Mom, if I see one more olivie (Russian potato salad) at your party, I am going to incite a mutiny!
    • For her first birthday, we hosted a bonafide tea party complete with tea sandwiches, scones and the likes. This time, it was hoagies and the likes. What’s next?
  • Thou shalt never buy store-made guacamole. Besides the fact that it is expensive, it is downright nasty-tasting
  • Drinks are just as important as food. Evan is in charge of ours and we usually settle on one or two types of beer, a red and a white wine. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just good.

Cupcakes

 

Last year’s tea partyScones

Cookery Culinary Adventures Flavors

I have openly admitted that I do not cook a lot of Russian food. There are a variety of reasons and excuses for this choice. For whatever reason, likely insanity, I decided to embrace my Russian self and cook something Russian. The fall is all but here and we all know Russian food is rich in variety — meat and potatoes one day, and potatoes and meat the next day… kidding.

Anyway, most cultures have some sort of a dumpling as part of their cuisine — the latin countries have the likes of empanadas, while the Asian continent is rich with dumplings and the Italians have their raviolis and other stuffed pastas. Russia (or more specifically all of the former republics of the former Soviet Union) have the pirozhki and varenniki. The latter is exactly what I decided to make … on a weeknight no less. Crazy, right? I did split the labor into two evenings. I made the mashed potato and sautéed onion filling on Monday evening and the dough yesterday. Here they are in all their glory. I had quite a happy customer (Evan) in the kitchen yesterday.

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Sitting pretty while waiting for a dip in the hot water

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Fresh out of the pot bathed in more sautéed onions and salt … steaming and delicious.

Reluctantly, I acknowledge that although I made these after a long workday and was tired, I enjoyed the process. There is something soothing and calming in a repetitive hands-on activity. There is also immense pleasure in seeing Evan enjoy them … Sophia hates and I do mean hates mashed potatoes, so these were not a win for her.

Cookery Culinary Adventures Flavors

Actually, I am only partially kidding. I will of course play with you if you are courteous and play fair [at least most of the time]. What I mean is … when did it become appropriate/acceptable/required/expected for parents or caregivers to engage children at all the times of their play? Why they do that? Why is it necessary?

Everyone engages children differently. We all have our styles and sometimes the style is to just really, really engage and play. I notice a change in Sophia when she has spent a few hours or more  actively engaged and playing with others (older children or adults). She is irritable, converses less, does not easily engage in creative play on her own, and just follows along until “the point of no return” — an outburst followed by tears signifying she’s tired and ready for sleep.

My husband and I have made a conscious effort to engender creativity through encouragement of self play. What do I mean by that? We simply let her lead, often engaging her and then stepping back and just observing. Our otherwise uninterrupted presence signifies to Sophia that we are available and willing to play but really, she’s in charge. I am of course realistic and understand that it is not possible to expect her to play on her own for hours. I do think that 15 minutes of uninterrupted play is a worthwhile goal given her age and we’re working toward that.

She’s big into cooking and feeding her stuffed animals and dolls lately. It does appear that everyone wants cake a lot more than soup or chicken nuggets in her play kitchen :-). Of course we take what we learn in the play kitchen and use it in Mama’s kitchen. Here she is, with her constant companion Froggy, helping make her dinner (zucchini pancakes with scallion).

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Culinary Adventures Tiny Tastebuds

Cookery Culinary Adventures Tiny Tastebuds

We’ve been busy weekending and getting ready to host Passover at our house. I felt like I was cooking to feed a quite a crowd when I made home-made chicken stock from not one, but two chickens and the great balls of goodness (matzo balls). Well, they are still cooking so I pray that I don’t come to the great used-to-be-balls of matzo goodness in the pot.

Passover and cooking aside, we are instilling Sophia with proper weekending traditions by treating her to a pancake breakfast of cornmeal and lemon-blueberry pancakes. That… and of course plenty of love and cuddles from Baba (and Deda). Evidence…


Weekending Pancakes

Weekending with Baba

 

Culinary Adventures Life

Per hubby’s [nonstop] requests, I have decided to start to learn some of the Russian dishes I’ve grown up enjoying. What better way to learn than to share it with those who haven’t tried before?! The first dish I’ve made was my mom’s layered vegetable salad. When finished, it looks like a pink cake because of the beets on top. Even my father-in-law, who is not a huge beet eater I gather, tried it (and liked it)! My mom boils the vegetables (potatoes, carrots, eggs and beets) while I baked the beets and carrots. I think it made a huge difference and was actually better. Sorry, Mom!

Beet TortThe next step is to add schmaltz herring to the salad and that would make it herring under a coat or селедка под шубой. That may be too adventurous for my father-in-law who already obliges hubby and me in our constant attempts to stretch his comfort zone in all things culinary delights.

 

Cookery Culinary Adventures Flavors

You didn’t really believe me when I said I decided to indulge myself in making the most of salad ingredients, did you? Well, I am sticking to my guns on this one, Ok? Besides, hubby and I are a great team in the kitchen and out of it too! I assemble the mise en place and he finishes everything off with expert precision.

Mise en Place for the Salad

The latest installation of flavorful and healthful salads had romaine, kale, carrots, cucumbers and lightly roasted broccoli. Hubby whipped a basic vinaigrette and we were off to the races for lunch. It was light, crunchy, had a variety of textures and overall very satisfying.

Light Garden Salad

Cookery Culinary Adventures Flavors Hubby Cooks