9.13.2010

...And we're back! (or I love this town!)


Have you ever visited a brand new place and felt as if you were at home, or at least in a very familiar place--sort of like deja vu, except you know you've never been there before, even in another life, and you wonder why it took you so long to finally get to that place?

Well, having traveled to remote areas of the Far East and the tiniest villages in the Old World, I find it absolutely astonishing that it's taken me more than thirty years to get to my nation's capital.

When views like this are everywhere you turn. Views that even George and Martha enjoyed.

And where you can take pictures from way up high like this FOR FREE.

And where you can get this close to where the President lives.

And then you can literally walk down the street to a farmer's market in the middle of the week at the end of the workday (or after a long day of exploring FREE museums and monuments and beautifully clean streets where you don't feel afraid to walk) and buy this delicious and refreshing organic drinkable yogurt with honey made from the milk of grass-fed cows and with probiotic and live cultures from Clear Spring Creamery.

And nibble on these cute little mildly spicy beef and chicken empanadas from Chris' Marketplace (apparently known for their amazing jumbo lump crabcakes).

And then top it all off with this incredibly craveable pastry filled with a layer of chocolaty goodness and a dollop of luscious, velvety pistachio cream. Oh my, oh my.

Then, of course, you've got to grab a couple of these scrumptious cookies (namely, lemon drop, lemon ginger, and double chocolate) from Praline Bakery (same place where the pistachio chocolate pastry can be found) to mischievously nosh on after midnight (without feeling guilty, of course, because, hey, they're from the FRESHFARM Market, by the White House!).

What a magnificent town.

What a magnificent country.

I'm proud to call it mine.

7.10.2010

Hold on...


...just a little bit longer. I haven't forgotten about you.

5.16.2010

Moved

Hello, everyone...if there is anyone out there reading this. I just wanted to let you all know that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I've been in the time-consuming process of moving. I've missed blogging and can't wait to get back to it. So, please stay tuned!

4.19.2010

Simple and fresh

I recently went to a wonderful cooking demonstration at Central Market taught by Virginia Willis, a lovely French-trained chef from the South who is also a culinary television producer. The title of the demonstration was "The Flavors of Fresh Herbs," and it was absolutely delightful in that it tantalized every one of my senses. Luckily, I got to partake of all the food Virginia prepared using lots and lots of fresh herbs, and, oh!, what a party in my mouth! Virginia says she mostly uses fresh herbs in all her cooking, and now I am a firm believer that fresh herbs make all the difference.

Take these potatoes, for example. Regular, old little red potatoes. But stick a fresh bay leaf or two inside and roast them for a while and you've got the most perfect little almost sweet-scented potatoes ever. I never knew what bay leaves really tasted like until I stuck these in the oven only to find the smell of bay permeating the rest of my little apartment.

Before:

Think those leaves in the jar can do that??? Virginia noted that "even a semi-fresh bay leaf several weeks old from the fridge will have more flavor" than those "brown, tasteless dried bay leaves" you've had sitting in your spice cabinet for--what, 3 or 4 years now? Duh! How can they be good?!

After:
(Imagine: the smell of bright little bay leaves wafting through your house...)

Indeed, I have learned my lesson well. Make no mistake about it: fresh is ALWAYS best. Just try and see for yourself.


Bay Roasted Potatoes
Adapted from a recipe by Virginia Willis from Bon Appetit, Y'all

8 medium red-skinned or Yukon gold potatoes (or double that number if you're using small ones like I did)
16 to 20 fresh bay leaves (again, double the number if using small potatoes)
1/2 cup olive oil
kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper
sea salt, for finishing

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Using a sharp knife, thinly slice each potato, stopping each cut 1/4 of an inch from the bottom, so the potato is sliced, but still intact. Insert 1 to 2 bay leaves into each potato.

Place the potatoes in a large roasting pan. Drizzle oil over the potatoes and toss to coat. Season the potatoes with kosher salt and pepper.

Roast the potatoes until tender when pierced with the point of a knife, about 1 hour. Season with sea salt and additional freshly ground black pepper. Serve hot.

Serves 4 to 6.

4.04.2010

After the feast



The worst part about having a party? No, it's not all the dirty dishes in the sink that you're going to put off until later in the week when you're finally feeling up to it. No, no, I think it's the quiet after the storm. You know, when everybody leaves and you realize that the room is no longer buzzing with delightful chatter and polite raves about the food. And then you get all depressed wishing your company would've stayed longer.


But then you think to yourself, "I should do this more often," and that all the stressing and fussing was unnecessary. And then you start dreaming of the next time you're going to have a gathering. So you get all excited just thinking about and planning the menu you might put together.


And you realize, once again, that's what it's all about. That's what's most important. The people and the chatting and the memories and the sharing and the laughs. So you have stuff to talk about later. Which keeps you connected to the people in your life.


And yes, of course, the food is important, too. I'll be the first one to tell you that. Good food is important. It gives you something to talk about, especially when it's interesting and fresh and new. And it makes you feel joy. It makes you happy because it nourishes you, both physically and emotionally. We're really lucky that something God meant for us to do every day is also something that can be pleasurable, amusing, and fun, too.

Today I cooked up a couple of new dishes for my friends. I'll share one of the recipes with you today and save the rest for later. It's an easy one, and appropriate for an Easter feast or for any time of year, especially suited for the Easter bunnies in your life. And it won't stress you out, promise. It's a snap: Honey glazed carrots. Deliciously sticky and buttery and slightly sweet. EnJOY! And Happy Easter, too.


Honey Glazed Carrots
Adapted from a recipe by Sunny Anderson from Cooking for Real

kosher salt
1 pound baby carrots
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons honey
1 tablespoon lemon juice
freshly ground black pepper
1/4 cup chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley, for garnish

In a medium saucepan, bring water to a boil. Salt the water, and then add the carrots. Cook until tender, about 5 to 6 minutes (pulling one out and eating it, or stabbing one with a fork is a good test). Drain the carrots and return to pan over medium heat. Add butter, honey and lemon juice and stir to combine, making sure to coat all the carrots. Cook about 5 minutes, until a glaze forms over the carrots. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Garnish with parsley. Serve hot or warm.

3.17.2010

Do the Irish eat spinach?


Tonight as I took stock of the items in my refrigerator, I started making big plans to have a healthy spinach salad as I pulled a four-day-old bag of fresh, local spinach out from the bottom shelf. I grabbed a few more ingredients to add to the salad, opened the bag and as I started putting it into a colander to rinse it, my heart sank: a classic case of the wilting greens! Now, I don't know about you, but I'm not really into wilty salads. So, without a thought, I did what any food lover would do--I ran to my computer, clicked on my bookmark for the Food Network website, and poof! I had a recipe for garlic sauteed spinach from Ina Garten. I thought since the spinach had started to wilt, sauteing it would solve the problem, since when you saute it, it wilts anyway, but it tastes good. A few simple ingredients and a quick trip to the saute pan and voila! Delicious, garlicky, fabulous, warm spinach. The perfect cure for the wilted green blues.


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Garlic Sauteed Spinach
Adapted from a recipe by Ina Garten

This is a great recipe to make on the fly when your nutritious greens are wilty and sad-looking. It's tasty, satisfying, and makes a great side for any meal. It also makes a great meal by itself if you just want a little something. The lemon is key to brightening the dish. This might be great, too, with a little bit of grated Parmigiano on top (ease up on the salt, though).

16 ounces baby or regular spinach
Extra-virgin olive oil
3-4 cloves garlic, chopped
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1 pat unsalted butter
Lemon juice
Sea salt, optional

Rinse the spinach well in cold water and dry it, but leave a little moisture on the leaves.

In a large pot, heat the olive oil and saute the garlic over medium heat for a minute or less, making sure the garlic doesn't brown. Add the spinach, salt and pepper to taste, and toss it with the garlic and oil. Cover the pot and cook for two minutes. Uncover the pot, turn the heat to high, and cook the spinach for another minute, stirring with a wooden spoon, until all the spinach is wilted. Using a slotted spoon, lift the spinach to a serving bowl and top with the butter, a squeeze of the lemon juice, and a sprinkling of the sea salt, if desired. Serve hot.

Serves 4.

3.10.2010

Sempre Famiglia

When I was eight, my family started taking yearly week-long vacations to Southern California. We would drive seven hours from Phoenix pulling an old, used tent trailer and would set up camp at one of the public beach campgrounds in Orange County. Our favorite place to go, although it required what seemed like a mile-long, steep paved walk up from the beach to the campground after a day of playing hard in the ocean surf, was San Clemente State Beach. The first year we started this family tradition, we happened upon a family-owned pizza place in town and we had to go there every year following. The place was always hopping at night with locals and vacationers alike, and it's no different today.

It's called Sonny's, and they serve my family's favorite pizza. It's thin, crispy, even charred a little on the bottom, and is topped with, in my opinion, the world's best tomato sauce, along with whatever else you want. My family particularly likes the sausage pizza, the addicting taste of fennel from the sausage dancing on our tongues. We also love the meatballs, and we usually get a few on the side to share as an appetizer. (Dad likes a bit of gorgonzola on the top.) The leftover sauce can be used for dipping pizza. Believe me, you won't want it to go to waste.

Sadly, I haven't been to Sonny's in a few years, work and distance not allowing me the visit. Luckily, though, just a couple hours north of my very own hometown is a restaurant run by the same family to which Sonny's owner belongs. That one is called Genovese's and serves similar pasta dishes and pizza. Although not exactly a carbon copy of the first restaurant, you can still enjoy that same satisfying, crunchy crust, the savory, delicious sauce, and the fennel-y, tender sausage that makes Sonny's a family fave.

I actually had the rare pleasure of going up there this past weekend with Mom and Dad. And it just so happens we were on the way back from the glory of all Arizona...

...to which I had never been in my life. And I'm an Arizona girl. But California sort of feels like home, too, in a way. And all this thinking of Sonny's makes me want to go back soon--if I can ever make it. I am glad, though, that Arizona has something to tide me over until I get there.

Thanks, Genovese's.

And one more thing: On the wall of Genovese's is a little plaque that reads "Sempre Famiglia" which means "Always Family." It has caught my eye each time I've walked through the door of the cozy little restaurant. Always Family. Isn't that what food is all about? Serving, sharing, enjoying, savoring--with the ones you love. Always.