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Showing posts with label recipe. Show all posts

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Rhubarb, Blood Orange, & Cherry Compote


I'm in Beacon this weekend, cooking with Nancy, and we've just concocted a compote from the rhubarb growing in her yard. The plant had grown so much that one of its giant leaves was completely covering another plant, so we figured it was time to harvest!



1 lb. rhubarb stalks, cut into 1/2 inch chunks (not the leaves--they're poisonous!)
zest and meat of 2 blood oranges
1/4 cup pitted cherries
1 tbsp. grated fresh ginger
4 tbsp. turbinado sugar
2 tbsp. really hot pepper jelly, or a few dashes of hot sauce
1 tbsp. apple cider vinegar

Cook on medium/low heat in a pot until rhubarb falls apart, about 20 minutes.



UPDATE: We grilled a local Hudson Valley steak that night for dinner and served the compote on the side. Yummy!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Ode to the Whoopie Pie

Mandy and I have been discussing some of the homespun foods of our respective childhood regions--hers in Rochester, NY and mine in Halifax, PA--and our desire to revisit some of these particular delicacies. In honor of our roots, we're starting a monthly series in which we cook some of these dishes for each other...hmmm...where to begin?

To kick things off, I thought I'd share my hometown recipe for my favorite Pennsyltucky baked good: The Whoopie Pie. These killer desserts (two chocolate cake cookies sandwiched together with a fluffy icing/filling) are originally a Pennsylvania Dutch phenomenon, and are now sold throughout many of the Mid-Atlantic and New England states. But for me, these treats from my childhood are soooo Pennsyltucky--I remember that whenever we went to the Friday auction in Gratz, PA (it's still there), I'd beg my parents to buy a Whoopie Pie from one of the Amish stands selling Shoo-fly Pie and the like (my mom is super health-conscious, so it was a rare treat when she agreed). They were also a regular fixture at church pot-lucks, where my dessert plate runneth over with Rice Krispy Treats, homemade ice cream, sugar cookies with sprinkles,...and of course a big, beautiful Whoopie Pie. (I'll post some other time about Pennsyltucky pot-luck main courses and creamed greens...).

I always pick up some whoopie pies when I return home for a visit, but the craving has, on occasion, been too much.... So, I've made them myself, using the Bicentennial Cookbook by the Farm Women Group #8 of Halifax, Pennsylvania (published in 1976):

Whoopie Pie Cookies
by Virginia Campbell


4 c. flour
2 c. sugar
3/4 c. Crisco
2 eggs
2 tbsp. vanilla
10 tbsp. cocoa
2 & 1/2 tsp. soda
2 c. milk
1/4 tsp. salt

Sift dry ingredients together and add liquid and beat well. Drop on cookie sheet. Bake 375 degrees -- 10 min.

Filling:
2 c. Crisco
2 c. confectioners sugar
1 & 1/2 pint marshmallow creme
2 tbsp. vanilla

Beat all ingredients together and spread between baked cookies.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Ramping Up


Tony & I went to the Union Square farmer's market on Wednesday, and we each bought a bunch of ramps, or "wild leeks." I've been hearing about them for a few seasons now--in that kind of hipster annoying way--but I thought I'd give them a try anyway... As I walked home, their smell reminded me of the little garlicky plants kids would bring to school when we were little (I'm really not sure why, but they'd chew them, stink up the room, and eventually get in trouble). With that memory, I decided ramps were OK by me.

I did a little research and decided to attempt a version of Tony's potato pancakes that he's been dishing up lately. I grabbed my cast iron skillet and warmed up some olive oil. I tossed in the thinly sliced bulbs and red stalks of six ramps and sautéed them for about 30 seconds. I added two julienned Idaho potatoes and the sliced ramp greens, some salt, and freshly ground black pepper. I tossed everything together, formed a giant potato pancake, and then cooked until one side began to brown. Alas...my pancake flip to side two didn't work...so I ended up with chunks of nicely browned potatoes...oops!

The result was tasty nonetheless--flavorful with a hint of garlicky aroma (but without the bite). Ramps have now received the official VendrediFriday seal of approval.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Magic Herbes de Provence/Mustard Poultice

During KK's visit to Mandy & Sté in Paris, we prepared an amazing Sunday meal, the centerpiece of which was a beautiful lamb roast. Mandy dug through her spice cabinet, and into a bowl went about a tablespoon of Herbes de Provence, just enough Dijon mustard to bind the herbs (we used the wasabi-like Amora), and some sea salt and pepper. Rub this stuff all over meat, roast, and you have one fantastico dish!

KK notes: Watch what's in your Herbes de Provence. Every container I've checked out in the US so far includes lavender, which adds a weird flavor that just doesn't seem right. The brand we used in Paris (Albert Menes) contains rosemary, savory, oregano, thyme, and basil.