Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
When I was seven, I wrote Disney a letter requesting that they rerelease Mary Poppins. In the days before VCRs, DVDs, downloads, or even HBO (we didn’t own a television at the time), the only way to see a movie was in the theaters. To their credit, Disney wrote me back with a schedule. I only had a few months to wait. A fool for musicals and Julie Andrews, I adored the Hollywood version of Mary Poppins for its spoonfuls of sugar, but it had no familial relationship to P.L. Travers’s books, which I also loved. Sure, Disney featured a nanny named “Mary Poppins” who arrives at the Banks’s house to tend to Jane and Michael, but that’s where the resemblance ends.
In the books, Mary Poppins is not simply stern, she’s cross. She’s a plain-looking woman who never fails to admire her reflection in a shop window. No one ever knows what Mary Poppins thinks, but Jane and Michael (and the younger twins, John and Barbara) love her fiercely. She chides and scowls (like a genuine caregiver), but she’s also full of surprises. She can talk to animals, travel through time, and she knows elemental secrets of the world. The narratives sometimes feel sinister—as when spirit creatures whisk Jane and Michael to the zoo to witness a topsy-turvy night when humans get locked in cages. Mary Poppins opens the door to strange mysteries well beyond the nursery, but they're mysteries only children can perceive.
A favorite chapter describes a trip to an old and dusty bake shop to purchase heavy slabs of dark gingerbread studded with gilt stars. The proprietor, Mrs. Corry, an ancient woman who knew Alfred the Great, breaks off her fingers and feeds them to the twins—“Only Barley Sugar,” she says, laughing. Anticipating the creepy deliciousness of Willy Wonka, Mrs. Corry’s fingers change flavor everyday—sometimes they’re peppermint bars or hoarhound candy. She nibbles on them herself at night. “Good for the digestion,” she cackles. After they eat their gingerbread, Jane and Michael take the golden stars and hide them in their room. That night, Mrs. Corry, her two fat and sullen daughters, Fannie and Annie, and Mary Poppins pilfer their stars and paste them in the sky. With a brush, a pail of glue, and a ladder. It makes sense that Sylvia Plath considered Mary Poppins the fairy godmother of her childhood.
Mrs. Corry’s bony fingers picking out pieces of gingerbread for the children generates visceral Hansel and Gretel images. I held off reading Hansel and Gretel to DD for a little while; it’s not the witch that terrifies so much as the parents, who abandon their children in the woods because they can’t afford to feed them. But I believe children have fears whether we censor their stories or not. Stories with a touch of darkness, a hint of gloom, or a threat of sadness help children identify and name what’s bittersweet. Mary Poppins also conjures the dread of abandonment. The first book ends with Mary Poppins leaving, as she promised, when the wind changes. Jane and Michael sit forlornly at the window, weeping and calling her name, as she floats above the trees.
Like Mary Poppins, this gingerbread recipe feels elemental—dark, rich—primitive even. Each bite brings up ancestral memories of shadowy woods and medieval spices. Leave a trail of crumbs to find your way back home.
Gingerbread Cookies adapted from Gourmet Magazine
Makes 4 dozen cookies
2/3 cup molasses
2/3 cup packed dark brown sugar
1 tablespoon ground ginger
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 sticks of unsalted butter
1 large egg, slightly beaten
4 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
Bring molasses, brown sugar, and spices to boil in 5 quart heavy saucepan over moderate heat, stirring occasionally, and remove from heat. Stir in baking soda (mixture will foam up), then stir in butter, 3 tablespoons at a time, letting each addition melt before adding the next until all the butter is melted. Add egg and stir until combined, then stir in 3 1/2 cups flour and salt. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Transfer dough to lightly floured surface and knead, dusting with as much of the remaining 1/4 cup of flour as needed to prevent sticking, for about a minute. Halve dough and keep at room temperature. Roll out one half of dough at a time into 14-inch round. Cut out cookies, transfer to buttered baking sheets with spatula, about 1 inch apart. Bake two sheets at a time in lower and upper halves of over, switching positions of the sheets halfway through cooking. Bake until edges are slightly darker about 10-12 minutes total.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
He was the size of a fingertip when DH named him “Chickpea.” Poring over What to Expect and feeling that brand of intense wonder that only new parents experience, we marveled at the size of our son growing in my belly. Little “Chickpea.” Baby bean boy. Our legume of love. Okay . . . I’ll stop. Parenthood makes you goofy.
At age three (if we called him doodlebug, or crunch tater, or pumpkin) he would state, with furrowed brow, “Please call me by my name.” Nicknames struck my serious son as more confusion in a confusing world. Perhaps diminutives robbed him of needed control. But he embraced “Chickpea.” I like to think he heard it in the womb.
Chickpea hasn’t eaten chickpeas yet, but hummus is a staple with Mom and Dad. Easily available at Weaver Street Market, where they make it fresh, we eat hummus at the kitchen counter after a day of work. Weaver Street batches range from smooth and lemony to nutty and thick. I imagine that the task of making hummus is assigned randomly to various cooks in the kitchen—some with more experience, some with specific preferences. Consistency may be the hobgoblin of little minds, but I like it without any lumps.
In Italy they call them Ceci, and a simple ceci puree was a part of our marathon meal at La Pievina, the family owned restaurant down the road from the agriturismo we stayed at. A simple antipasti, with translucent green olive oil drizzled over the top. Once you sit down at La Pievina, they ask you one question: “Carne, pesce o vegetariano?” And then the games begin. Nine or ten antipasti, four or five primi piatti, two or three secondi piatti, five dolci, all accompanied by wine and finished with grappa and vino santo.
After the seventh antipasti, we begged for mercy, but the food kept coming. Highlights were salmon ravioli, pasta with boar ragu, almond cake, and the purreed ceci. Our hostess, an apple-cheeked older woman in a white apron and mop hat, brought out soft drinks and toys for the children. And then, four hours later, she wrapped the leftovers in paper packages adorned with cherry-laden branches from the trees out in the yard.
You’ll have to eat many bowls of this dish to feel as stuffed as we were. But it’s got those Tuscan flavors. Here’s Pasta e Ceci from Jamie’s Italy:
1 small onion, peeled and finely chopped
1 stick celery, trimmed and finely chopped
1 clove garlic, peeled and finely chopped
Extra virgin olive oil
A sprig of fresh rosemary, leaves picked and finely chopped
2 14 oz cans of chickpeas
2 ¼ cups of chicken stock
3 ½ oz. ditalini or other small Italian “soup” pasta
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
Handful of torn basil
Put the finely chopped onion, celery, and garlic in a saucepan with a little extra virgin olive oil and rosemary and cook as gently as possible, with the lid on, for 15-20 minutes, until all the vegetables are soft, without any color. Drain your chickpeas well and rinse them in cold water, then add them to the pan and cover with stock. Cook gently for half an hour then, using slotted spoon, remove half the chickpeas and put them to one side in a bowl. Puree the soup in a food processor, then pour back into a pan. Add the reserved chickpeas and the pasta, season with salt and pepper, and simmer gently until the chickpeas are tender and the pasta is cooked. Add water if the soup is too thick. Add more salt and pepper if needed. Serve drizzled with olive oil. Sprinkle with freshly torn basil or parsley.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
In the blog world, I prize the well-crafted essay over extemporaneous confession. Not that I prefer all scripted entertainment to “reality”—give me Top Chef over CSI any day. I just don’t equate blogging with journaling. But I’m feeling candid today about my absence.
Hysteria hit on Friday night. We’d just put the kids to bed, and I promptly fell apart. Keep in my mind that I’m a temperamentally balanced person. I rarely have extreme highs and lows. But I also have limits.
Trouble began on Thursday when I got the call at work that my daughter had hurt her arm at recess, and she probably needed to see a doctor. So DH and I raced to the elementary school and then whisked her to the orthopedic clinic. Sure enough, she had broken it.
Friday, I stayed home with DD, her right arm in a cast and sling. And I received two phone calls that afternoon. The pediatric orthopedic surgeon telephoned to inform me that DD would need to go under general anesthesia on Monday to allow them to manipulate her arm back in place and put pins in it, before replacing the cast.
The second call notified me that DS had to be picked up from school. I will omit the details of the pick-up, but it’s traumatic for all involved. Anyone who knows children on the spectrum also knows how things can fall apart. He’s been suspended from school for two days for inappropriate language.
I kept it together on Friday until the kids were tucked in. And then I needed valium.
Instead, I had the next best thing. Soup. In fact, I ate soup for three days straight. It’s not just the only thing I could stomach, but it actually had a restorative effect. It takes no effort to eat: you don’t have to chew or even swallow. It’s steamy and warm. I can feel it healing my spirit and my body. On Friday, I have thick New England Clam Chowder (sweetly fetched by DH from Fresh Market), I have creamy Rosemary and Parsnip Soup on Saturday (homemade at Weaver Street Market), and once I get my head above emotional waters, I make an earthy Porcini and White Bean Stew.
DD’s operation was a success yesterday. We’ve regrouped. And tomorrow both children return to school, and I go back to work. With a lighter heart, I honor what helped me find my way back. Soup, beautiful soup. Soup of the evening, beautiful soup.
Porcini and White Bean Stew adapted from Martha Stewart’s Living
1 ¾ cups chicken stock
¾ ounce dried porcini mushrooms
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 small onion, thinly sliced
2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
½ teaspoon coarse salt
¼ teaspoon freshly ground pepper
4 ounces fresh white mushrooms, quartered
3 small tomatoes, coarsely chopped
1 small sprig fresh rosemary, plus more for garnish
1 can (19 oz) white beans, drained and rinsed
Bring the stock and ½ cup water to boil in small pan. Add porcini. Let stand until soft, about 20 minutes. Remove porcini, coarsely chop and set aside. Strain soaking liquid and set aside. Heat oil in medium pan over medium-high heat. Add onion, garlic, salt, and pepper. Cook, stirring occasionally, until onion is translucent, about 3 minutes. Add white mushrooms; cook, stirring occasionally, until tender, about five minutes. Stir in porcini, tomatoes, rosemary, soaking liquid, and beans. Bring to boil. Reduce heat to medium; simmer until cooked through, about 15 minutes. Remove cooked rosemary and discard. Garnish with fresh rosemary sprigs.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
DD: “Cream cheese frosting? What’s that? I don’t want it.”
Me: “Oh, did I say cream cheese? I meant delicious creamy caramel frosting”
DD: “Then why did you say ‘cream cheese’?”
Me: “Mommy misspoke.”
I’m not above lying to my kids. In this case, I had made a special pumpkin spice cake with caramel cream cheese frosting for Thanksgiving (recipe below), and DD is fond of all things pumpkin. But she’s also suspicious of anything new. Deceived, she tried the cake and loved it.
But the primary secret of the meal? I put parsnips in the mashed potatoes. When referring to this dish with adults, I adopted a code: “How did you like the potatoes with the . . . other potatoes?” DD happily ate the potato parsnip puree without knowing that her creamy spuds had been adulterated.
But my Jessica Seinfeldian tricks only work on DD. Anyone with an inordinately picky child had to laugh at the whole Seinfeld wife vs. Sneaky Chef controversy. Oh yeah. We’re supposed to believe that these women were the very first mothers ever to slip furtive ingredients into their little one’s meals? How could Mrs. Seinfeld have plagiarized an idea that every desperate mother has come up with on her own?
DS began his life with the kind of nourishing, carefully orchestrated diet that that most babies of overeducated, health-conscious, formerly vegetarian, type-A mommies provide. I mashed sweet potatoes, pulverized avocadoes, and introduced whole grains only. And then, around age 2, DS began to refuse his old favorites. One by one, it seemed, my child was jettisoning the foods of his balanced and varied diet. My former omnivore now ate only a handful of items. Frustrated, I read books on picky eaters, nutrition, and development. (It was only later, when he was diagnosed, that I learned about sensory issues and the restricted palate of kids on the spectrum.) And yes, of course, I attempted to sneak in the veggies.
But unlike the dupes of Seinfeld and Sneaky, DS always knew something was up. “This spaghetti sauce tastes weird.” “I don’t like this ‘milkshake’” “Is this the kind of chicken I usually eat?” Food had become a battle. And as the cliché goes, you have to choose your battles. I decided not to make meals into war. So I chose to ignore those parents who take a “holier than thou” attitude about food, and I opted to “cater” to my picky child.
And what do you know? He’s not so picky anymore. He still prefers a narrow range of foods, but he willingly eats many, many new flavors—from sushi to crab cakes to raw spinach—and I’m confident that he’ll have many more culinary adventures when he’s ready.
As for DD? What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And sometimes (when it’s not frosting), it might make her healthier.
Here are some pictures from our Thanksgiving feast:
with Caramel Cream Cheese Frosting (from Bon Appetit)
3 cups of flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom
1 15 oz. can pure pumpkin
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 1/4 cups vegetable oil
4 large eggs
2 teaspoons finely grated orange peel
1 1-pound box powdered sugar, divided
1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon heavy whipping cream
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 8 oz. package of cream cheese, room temp.
1/4 cup unsalted butter, room temp.
Candied orange peel (I omitted this)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour two 9 inch cake pans. Whisk first 9 ingredients in large bowl. With an electric mixter, beat pumpkin, sugar, and oil in another large bowl. Add egges one at a time, beating between. Mix in orange peel. Add flour; beat on low speed just to blend. Divide batter between pans. Bake about 33 minutes, until tester comes out clean.
Frosting: Sprinkle 1/2 cup powered sugar over bottom of small nonstick skillet. Cook over medium heat until sugar melts (do not stir). Continue cooking until sugar turns deep amber, stirring occasionally about 2 minutes. Carefully stir in 1/2 cup cream, vanilla, and salt. Stir until any caramel bits dissolve. Stir in remaining tablespoon of cream. Strain into small bowl. Cool to room temp. Sift remaining powdered sugar into medium bowl. Using electric mixer, beat cream cheese and butter in a large bowl. Gradually beat in powdered sugar. Beat in cooled caramel. Cover and chill until firm enough to spread, about 2 hours. Frost cooled cake.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Many foodie households began their preparations weeks ago. For me, serious work on Thanksgiving started yesterday, although the planning has taken weeks. So far, I’ve made homemade turkey broth for the gravy, cranberry sauce, and cookies for the kids. Today, I will salt the turkey, bake the sweet potatoes, make the desserts, prep some of the appetizers, and finish the last minute shopping (the oysters need to be fresh, you know!).
What’s the menu, you ask? Why, I’d be delighted to share . . .
Endive with Smoked Trout and Herbed Cream Cheese (Epicurious)
Roquefort Bleu Cheese with table water crackers
Smoked Salmon “Tartare” with lemon and olive oil chips (Epicurious)
Spiced Pecans (Saveur)
The Main Event:
Herb-Roasted Turkey with Shallot-Dijon Gravy (Bon Appetit)
Creamed Potatoes with Parsnips (Epicurious)
Green Beans with Pancetta
Oyster Stuffing (Saveur)
Sweet Potato Casserole (Saveur)
Cranberry Sauce with Dates and Orange (Gourmet)
The Final Countdown:
Classic Pumpkin Pie (Eating Well)
Pumpkin Spice Layer Cake with Caramel and Cream Cheese Frosting (Bon Appetit)
Since I’ve got to get cookin’, I don’t have time for bloggin’ . . .
But I am here to provide a special service. To fill a need you may not know you have. Let’s say you’ve been in the kitchen all day, intensely focused on baking, basting, and brining, and then it hits you . . . What will the folks eat tonight? Some of you have guests arriving, and they’re going to expect a meal. What do you feed people the day before Thanksgiving? Well, I've got an easy, fast, and light solution.
Fast Shrimp Gumbo
2 Cups of frozen okra
2 Cups of frozen corn
2 Cups of frozen lima beans
4 Cups of chicken broth
1 Can of diced tomatoes
1 onion diced
½ green pepper diced
3 tablespoons of olive oil
3 tablespoons of flour
12-16 oz. of fresh or frozen shrimp, cleaned and peeled
salt and pepper and Tabasco sauce to taste
Heat oil in a soup pot, and saute green pepper and onion until soft. Add flour and cook until you have peanut-butter colored roux. Add tomatoes and chicken broth and bring to a boil. Add vegetables and let simmer for 45 minutes to an hour. Add shrimp and serve as soon as they turn pink. Season with plenty of salt, pepper, and Tabasco sauce.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Caught up in traffic and dwelling on the difficulties of my book, I arrived home last night in a dispirited mood. The emotional wreckage I found when I walked in the door didn’t help. My daughter started crying because she hadn’t been awarded a certificate or a badge or something at school for being a “super, terrific student.” My son’s teacher had sent notification that DS’s smart-alecky answers on his science homework were unacceptable. So we redid the homework, this time pulling the answers from the reading rather than from our you-know-what. And we made a “you’re a super terrific student” award for DD, complete with curlicues, hearts, and flowers. Temporary peace achieved.
In the interim, I checked in on my blog, out of habit more than expectation. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? A sweet tag from CaptnRachel aka Tha Pizza Cutta. A random act of kindness to buoy my spirits! A random act that calls for random information from me. And then I tag six bloggers, and so on, and so on. Random ripples across the blog-o-sphere.
So here are The golden rules of tagging:
*Link to the person who tagged you
* Post the rules on the blog posted
*Write six random things about yourself
*Tag six people at the end of your post
*Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
* Let the tagger know when your entry is published
Here are some random facts about NCFoodie:
1) I went to a Star Trek convention when I was 12 (in a year I won’t mention b/c it will date me).
2) I once modeled nude for an art class. (I don’t recommend it.)
3) I love See’s Candy. Nothing’s better than a custom-made box (extra caramel, extra nuts, all dark chocolate) arriving on your doorstep. And I like including a friendly gift-note to my self. Seriously. Something like, "Dear Future Self: You are so going to appreciate me for sending you this candy. Love, Current Self."
4) My high school boyfriend is now a fairly well-known actor on a cultishly popular tv show.
5) I was Tina Fey as Sarah Palin for Halloween. You betcha!
6) I adore frozen margaritas. (Preferably on a beach in the Caribbean but will take them anytime, anywhere.)
I’m happy to tag the following bloggers. Come out and play . . .
http://www.jenniferscooking.blogspot.com/: Beautiful pictures and incredibly delicious sounding recipes. Visit her blog today!
http://www.palatetopen.com/ Jennifer Adams is a terrific writer who knows her wine and food. Her blog is always eloquent and always informative.
http://joiedevivreanamateurgourmetsguide.blogspot.com/ Wonderful personal story, great philosophy, and some very yummy recipes.
http://balancefood.blogspot.com/ If you like your food writer to have a scientific background, balance is the place to visit. Smart entries, great recipes, and a little education along the way.
http://giddygastronome.blogspot.com/ Nazarina A is a food artist. You will be in awe.
http://www.calminthekitchen.blogspot.com/ A relative newcomer who’s hitting homeruns with her recipes. Everything looks tasty!
Thanks, Rachel for making me an "it" girl. Your comments made my day!!
To keep with our theme of haphazardness and its pleasures, I also offer a random cookie recipe, accompanied by six relatively random statements:
1) Don’t use spray oil on the cookie sheets. It gives these delicate cookies an odd aftertaste.
2) The recipe underestimates the amount of crystallized ginger you’ll need. Chop about twice as much.
3) These cookies go well with tea.
4) Add more lemon zest for more lemon flavor. Duh.
5) I had to bake them longer than the recommended time.
6) In the words of Lolcat: “I can has cookeez?”
from The Best of Fine Cooking: Cookies
1 Cup unsalted butter, at room temperature
3/4 Cup plus 2 Tablespoons sugar
3 Tablespoons finely grated fresh ginger
1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest.
1/4 teaspoon table salt
2 large egg yolks
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 1/1 Cups flour
2 Tablespoons chopped crystallized ginger
1 lightly beaten egg white
Position rack in center of oven and preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line three large cookie sheets with parchment. In a large bowl combine butter, 3/4 Cup sugar, grated ginger, lemon zest, and salt. Using an electric mixer on medium, beat the mixture until well blended and light, 2-3 minutes. Scrape the bowl; add egg yolks and vanilla; continue mixing until blended. Add flour and mix on a low speed until dough is blended and just comes together. Shape balls of dough into 1-inch balls, set them 1 1/2 inches apart on cookie sheets. In shallow dish, mix remaining 2 Tbs. granulated sugar until blended. Press the dough balls flat with the palm of your hand, brush the tops with egg white, sprinkle on the ginger-sugar mixture. Press with bottom of metal measuring cup to ensure that the topping adheres. Bake one sheet at a time for 11-13 minutes. Let cool and store in airtight container.