tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27433276668192211632024-03-18T19:50:32.239-07:00The Good in FoodBrandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-10653279046095495612010-06-14T07:36:00.000-07:002010-06-14T07:36:01.830-07:00Basic Training #4: Alfredo SauceGrowing up, I learned to prepare sauces and soups in the exact same manner: by opening a can. Hence, they are general cooking weaknesses of mine. However, after learning a wonderful and easy marinara recipe from my friend <a href="http://thegoodinfood.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread-heads.html">Kristin</a>, I was feeling a sense of independence from the jarred sauce. Though there is one traditional pasta sauce that I still depend on others for: Alfredo. I have never made an Alfredo dish at home because there isn’t a jarred version in existence that is edible. So I decided it was finally time I took Alfredo matters into my own hands. <br />
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I looked to three usual sources for guidance: FoodNetwork.com, AllRecipes.com and MyRecipes.com. On the Food Network site, I chose a recipe by Tyler Florence; then took two simple and similar versions from the other recipe sites. <em>(See recipes below.)</em> What I was looking for was a basic formula I could begin with, then experiment on using various spices. And I found that these three recipes used the exact same proportions of heavy cream and butter (if you cut the Tyler Florence recipe in half). The AllRecipes.com version, however, called for double the amount of Parmesan. So I decided to make two batches: one using a ½ cup Parmesan one using a full cup. <br />
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After I taste-tested the two versions, I would experiment with combinations of garlic, black pepper and nutmeg. I started by melting ¼ cup butter in 1 cup heavy cream over medium-low heat and simmering for 3-4 minutes.<br />
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Next, I whisked in a ½ cup grated Parmesan. Now, at this point, I was technically done. The flavor was mild, slightly salty and sufficiently cheesy. Upon starting this project, I assumed the ½ cup recipe would be weak in flavor, but I found it very tasty.<br />
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I started a second batch the same way and whisked in a full cup of Parmesan.<br />
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After it had melted I dipped a finger in the sauce and felt an immediate difference in thickness from the first sauce. The texture and taste were extremely different as well. Saltier, grittier and stronger in flavor, it felt more like a cheese dipping sauce than the light, creamy pasta sauce one expects from an Alfredo recipe.<br />
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To the first version, I began adding spices. I split the sauce in thirds, poured them into bowls, and in one I added crushed garlic, to another I added cracked black pepper, and to the third I added nutmeg. <br />
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My reactions were as follows:<br />
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<strong>Garlic.</strong> As much as I love garlic (and that’s a lot), adding raw garlic after the cooking process was over inhibited the flavors from blending and caused the garlic to overwhelm the sauce. I immediately recognized that a good Alfredo would need at least a little garlic, but decided it would taste better if it were added with the cheese during the cooking process.<br />
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<strong>Black pepper.</strong> An excellent addition. By itself, it adds a subtle enhancement to the sauce. Would be very good with garlic as well.<br />
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<strong>Nutmeg.</strong> This spice actually made the sauce LESS flavorful, somehow. It killed the creamy, salty aftertaste and tasted “homogenized,” like something from a cheap restaurant or frozen dinner. <br />
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For dinner that night, I poured the garlic version over pasta and topped with peas.<br />
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Overall, I was surprised to find how easy making Alfredo is: 3-4 ingredients and less than 10 minutes. PLUS!, it actually reheated well, as opposed to restaurant Alfredos, which separate when reheated. What I had left over, I put in a mason jar and refrigerated. Later that week, I scooped it out by the spoonful and reheated in a saucepan for a few minutes.<br />
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Below are the recipes I used as guides. You can modify them as you like to find your own preferred version.<br />
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<strong>Alfredo Sauce Recipes</strong><br />
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1. <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/fettuccine-alfredo-recipe/index.html">Tyler Florence’s Recipe</a><br />
Ingredients:<br />
• 1 pint heavy cream<br />
• 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened<br />
• 1 cup freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano<br />
• Freshly cracked black pepper<br />
• Chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley, for garnish<br />
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To prepare Alfredo sauce: Heat heavy cream over low-medium heat in a deep saute pan. Add butter and whisk gently to melt. Sprinkle in cheese and stir to incorporate. Season with freshly cracked black pepper. Top with more grated cheese and chopped parsley. Serve immediately.<br />
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<em>NOTE: For my project, I halved the measurements in this recipe.</em><br />
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2. <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Alfredo-Sauce-2/Detail.aspx">AllRecipes.com</a><br />
Ingredients:<br />
• 1/4 cup butter<br />
• 1 cup heavy cream<br />
• 1 clove garlic, crushed<br />
• 1 1/2 cups freshly grated Parmesan cheese<br />
• 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley<br />
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Melt butter in a medium saucepan over medium low heat. Add cream and simmer for 5 minutes, then add garlic and cheese and whisk quickly, heating through. Stir in parsley and serve.<br />
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3. MyRecipes.com<br />
Ingredients:<br />
• 4 tablespoons butter, cut into pieces<br />
• 1 cup heavy cream<br />
• Pinch grated nutmeg<br />
• 3/4 teaspoon salt<br />
• 1/8 teaspoon fresh-ground black pepper<br />
• 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese<br />
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Toss the butter, cream, nutmeg, salt, pepper, and Parmesan.Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-81603285700230737922010-04-26T10:04:00.000-07:002010-04-26T10:17:26.385-07:00Starting at the Beginning<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"We take care of them, and they take care of us."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Cindy Judd, Judd Ranch</i><br />
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Last weekend I ventured to my hometown of Pomona, Kansas. Before I took the 300-plus-mile trip there, I arranged a visit to a cattle ranch just a mile down Hwy 68 from my parents' house. Judd Ranch is a seed stock operation where they breed cattle, making them the very beginning of the food chain and a great place to start for anyone who cares to trace the origins of their food. The Judd family is well known in the area for their 700 acres of gorgeous pasture land and their two seasonal auctions: one for bulls and one for females. However, I know the Judds because their oldest son, Nick, was in my grade. In a town as small as Pomona, there is only one class per grade, so you just move from room to room (subject to subject) every hour with the same group of 20 students for over 12 years of your life. So getting to know your classmates is not only easy, it's unavoidable.<br />
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The morning I arrived at Judd Ranch I met up with Cindy, the matriarch of the family and my tour guide for the day. It turned out to be an ideal day for a visit; the weather was beautiful, the whole Judd family was working so I got to see everyone, and it was the first day that the herd was re-entering the pasture for the season. Cindy explained to me how their operation worked, including some basic information on cattle breeding, as well as how their cattle are cared for. From March to November, the cattle at Judd Ranch graze on native grasses, and for the other four to five months, when there is no grass on the land to be eaten, they are fed a mixture of grains grown on the same lands owned by Judd Ranch.<br />
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The feed is made from a mixture of corn and alfalfa that is fermented on the property. It smells very much like olive tapenade, and the cows absolutely love it!<br />
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Since the cows were being turned out on the grass during my visit, we took a rambunctious little cart called a mule out to the many pastures and saw how the cows live for most of the year. It was very nice to see the cows happy and healthy, roaming on bright green grass and playing with their siblings or feeding from their mothers.<br />
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We also took a drive through an alfalfa field...<br />
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...and stopped to nibble on a bit of it, which tastes a lot like wheat grass juice, if you've tried it, or sort of like snap peas.<br />
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Cindy also showed me a watering technique they fashioned, in which they have piped water underground to large overturned tractor tires, so the cows can have access to fresh running water.<br />
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However, probably the most valuable thing I learned while I was at Judd Ranch is how eager family farms and ranches are to have people come visit them and learn about the origins of their food. In an industry where factory farms are the norm, and those factory farms are shrouded with secrecy, it is good to know that there are places like this where you can go to personally connect with your food.<br />
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If you're in the Pomona area (1 hour from Topeka, 30 minutes from Lawrence, and 1+ hours from the Kansas City area), I highly encourage you to contact Judd Ranch and schedule a tour. You can learn more about Judd Ranch at <a href="http://www.juddranchinc.com/">www.juddranchinc.com</a> or by following them on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Pomona-KS/Judd-Ranch-Inc/104898092882854?ref=ss">Facebook</a>.<br />
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If you're not in the Pomona area, I also suggest contacting local farms and ranches near you and inquiring about going on a tour. It's both educational and refreshing.<br />
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I will now close this post with.....(drumroll)......more pictures of happy cows!!!<br />
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Ok, roasting...something I’ve never been too clear on. <i>How is it different from baking? What are the basic principles of roasting? What can and can’t be roasted?</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> So when I magically bumped into two online articles on roasting in one day, I figured it was time to demystify the entire subject. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After reading Francis Lam’s article <a href="http://www.salon.com/food/francis_lam/2010/03/12/how_to_master_roasted_vegetables/index.html">“How to Master Roasted Vegetables” </a>on Salon.com, I decided I would start with veggies and follow his advice: mind the heat and surface area (see quote above for dramatic representation of their importance). Lam insists you can roast nearly any vegetable, but he offers up a list of suggestions with how to cut each specimen for maximum roasting potential. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I chose three of my own favorite veggies based on varying factors: Brussels sprouts because they are presently abundant and healthy looking at the Soulard Farmers Market; Leeks because my good friend Chris suggested them; and Beets because they are one of my all-time favorite veggies and have the most deeply sweet and earthy flavor when roasted. (I know this because beets are the only vegetable I’ve ever roasted. However, after reading Lam’s principles of roasting, I think I was actually just baking them.) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the <i>NY Times</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> article <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/21/dining/21appe.html?ref=dining">“Roasted Beets, Now Stainless”</a> author Melissa Clark makes the promise of no fuchsia-stained hands once the deed is done. It is most commonly recommended to prepare beets in their skin because when cooked the skin falls right off. However, she posits that peeling the beets first prevents handling them when they are hot and their juices are primed to stain your fingers. I followed her advice, and my report is that there is still a bit of juice in the pre-cooked peeling stage that will spot your fingers, but it is NOTHING compared to the full-on Violet Beauregarde (Willy Wonka, anyone?) effect of peeling them when cooked. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Alright, so I set about roasting vegetables. Lam’s principles of roasting are essentially thus: </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1. Roasting is the presence of carmelization that comes from high heat while being baked. So the more carmelized you want your vegetables, the higher the heat you use. Of course, too high a heat and you get burning. So adjust the heat based on the level of brownness you want in your veggies. 400º is standard, so adjust from there based on your preference.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">2. The amount of surface area directly touching the pan or exposed to the hot air will result in more carmelization. So don’t pile veggies on top of each other in your roasting pan, and remember that the smaller you cut your veggies the quicker they will cook through and brown on the outside. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">With these rules in hand, I got started. I halved both the leeks and the Brussels sprouts because they are both leafy and fragile, so keeping their roots relatively undisturbed helped they stay in tact during the cooking process. I had read to cut the base of the Brussels sprouts after halving them, however I noticed this led to a lot of lost leaves, so I ignored that suggestion after trying it once. The beets I cut into approximately ¾-inch cubes.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I coated all the vegetables with olive oil, salt and pepper, and started roasting at 400º. Being the smallest, I roasted the beets first. I only cooked them at half the recommended time and still felt as though they came out a little too brown and dehydrated. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The leeks and Brussels sprouts I roasted at the same time. I kept the leeks in for the recommended amount of time, and found the bottoms to be perfectly browned and the tops to be <i>just slightly</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> too dark. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Brussels sprouts were the shining example of the night. Since the outer leaves get very dark very quickly, they fall away when handled and leave a lighter browning on the leaves below them. However, it turns out that having to cut the base off after the sprouts have roasted requires a significant amount of time, in which the sprouts get cold. But sprinkle a little grated parm on top, and don’t they look pretty?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This is one lesson that’s going to take more practice to master. </div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-14467830385995711002010-03-31T15:43:00.000-07:002010-03-31T15:43:14.961-07:00Hey Kid! What's That You're Eating?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SWDmvg5DNpRIbJ-M3B9Tl4Xi1XOPJ7i4iOKyw6CBrchCGQmDXhAuh4OF9-jh6tZ5Ni7zETtQCUTogib1yUroGTbOyLFSedRzfXLlb_YYw5y8bESyJmjgAQNVzz1DO3hlR_ALzQ_0G3Q/s1600/lrg_2346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SWDmvg5DNpRIbJ-M3B9Tl4Xi1XOPJ7i4iOKyw6CBrchCGQmDXhAuh4OF9-jh6tZ5Ni7zETtQCUTogib1yUroGTbOyLFSedRzfXLlb_YYw5y8bESyJmjgAQNVzz1DO3hlR_ALzQ_0G3Q/s400/lrg_2346.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know I'm a little late posting on this topic, but last Friday was the series premier of "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution" on ABC. And for the sake of those of you who saw it and don't need a recap, as well as those who didn't see it yet and don't care for spoilers, I'll make this post brief and to my own point. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While Oliver's overall goal is to correct the eating habits of the entire city of Huntington, West Virginia, he starts in the schools, with the school lunch program. And most of the two hours of this premier was dedicated to his experiences there. He struggled with the stubborn lunch ladies and was baffled by the children's lack of food intelligence, or even their access to real utensils, leaving them to a menu of frozen, highly processed, handheld foods on a daily basis. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The whole time I was watching this, I was thinking of how I ate as a child. During most of elementary and middle school, I brought my own lunch. It wasn't until high school that I started eating school lunch. And that was because of the bounty of junk foods available in our cafeteria. Aside from the school's pre-planned menu, we were sold a slew of a la carte foods. And that was where you went for the good stuff. Mornings before school brought monster sized chocolate chip cookies and Rice Krispy treats to the cafeteria. An enterprising a la carte stand in the lunchroom sold corndogs, mini-pizzas, chips, candy, etc. I believe that their excuse for selling us junk is that by high school age, one should be able to discern what is good for his or her body. That's just my assumption, though. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really began to wonder, after watching that show and recalling my personal school lunch missteps, exactly who is responsible for the healthy eating habits of kids. Is it the parents? The school? A celebrity chef with his own reality show? At what age does the child become responsible for his or her diet? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more school lunch insight (and great photos of school lunches), check out the blog <a href="http://fedupwithschoollunch.blogspot.com/">Fed Up With Lunch</a>, in which a school teacher has vowed to eat school lunch for the entire year of 2010 and documents the experience. You'll see some of the same issues as presented in "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution," such as everything being prepackaged and frozen, minimal utensils being handed out to kids, and the disgusting interpretations of what passes for fruits and vegetables. </div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-56902132399118472112010-03-29T06:12:00.000-07:002010-04-05T11:24:14.477-07:00My Dinner with Sallie: Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOzMOvKJ4sI8UXVfjcNfE3F5JC20SOu-YTdpnSHT8Pe7yxgXWpxxUXUoVa0zud7c3khLV7Rm67-3aFvPRHInQ6J7QpnLX-yuw0mWftZbX28MnJBKE6dFwclXMkDytffv65oIkfVWaIIA/s1600/twodressings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOzMOvKJ4sI8UXVfjcNfE3F5JC20SOu-YTdpnSHT8Pe7yxgXWpxxUXUoVa0zud7c3khLV7Rm67-3aFvPRHInQ6J7QpnLX-yuw0mWftZbX28MnJBKE6dFwclXMkDytffv65oIkfVWaIIA/s320/twodressings.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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You’re looking at the last bottles of salad dressing I’ll ever keep in my refrigerator. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Basic Formula</div><div class="MsoNormal">1. Juice a lemon. Measure juice to establish “one part.” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">2. Mix one part lemon juice to two parts olive oil; Sallie suggests splashing in a bit more oil because she likes her dressing more olive-y and less lemon-y. So she also notes “the better the olive oil, the better the flavor of the dressing.” (p.s.- the general rule for all dressings is one part acidic, such as citrus juice or vinegar, to two parts olive oil)<br />
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Dinner is the evening."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Art Buchwald<b> </b></i></div><br />
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I can recall—back when we actually had hot weather in St. Louis—spending a sticky summer evening on a restaurant patio, sipping cocktails and being devoured by mosquitos, with my good friend Sallie. The conversation eventually turned, as it always does, to food and cooking, and Sallie mentioned that she puts a ridiculous amount of effort into what is one of the simplest and quickest meals you can make for yourself: a salad. She insists on using fresh ingredients prepared specifically for balanced flavors, nuts toasted or candied minutes earlier in her kitchen, and homemade dressing. She has sworn off the bottle (of pre-made dressing, that is). And ever since that night, the idea of kicking my dependence on store-bought dressings in lieu of making simple, fresh, tasty homemade dressings has been lingering in the back of my mind.<br />
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So when I asked Sallie if I could cook with her, I intended for her to teach me the basic principles of hand-made salad dressings and share some secret recipes, perhaps. But as it turns out, that wasn't what this evening was about.<br />
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Sallie wanted to make a dinner out of it, to make it more than just preparing and sampling salad dressings. And what made this dinner different than most occasions on which you get together for food with friends, is that Sallie let me help. As it turns out, the simple act of participation turns "dinner with friends" into "an evening with friends." In addition to teaching me how to make salad dressings (more on that in Part 2 of my dinner with Sallie), she shared her whole kitchen and her love of cooking with me. Which—not that I didn't already have the bug—is highly contagious. Instead of a quick and dirty recipe lesson, I got to spend an entire evening talking about food, hearing her stories about where she learned certain techniques or bought quirky gadgets, sharing tips and tricks with each other. It was about so much more than learning to be a Good cook; it was about the power of food to create bonding memories.<br />
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We spent three and a half hours that night (with the help of my boyfriend) preparing a beautiful three-course meal, drinking wine, and forgetting that anything existed outside of Sallie's kitchen.<br />
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Recipes from my dinner with Sallie:<br />
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<b>Course 1: Baked Brie with Roasted Garlic on French Bread<o:p></o:p></b> <br />
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Roasted Garlic:</div><div class="MsoNormal">Leave paper on bulb</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rub with olive oil</div><div class="MsoNormal">275<span style="font-family: Symbol;">°</span> for 40-45 minutes</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let cool slightly</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pop roasted garlic cloves out of their skin</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Course 2: Salad with Homemade Dressing<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Add your toppings of choice. We added avocado and homemade whole wheat croutons with chilled asparagus on the side for nibbling.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dressing:</div>You'll have to wait for my next blog post to get this recipe!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Course 3: Cheese and Almond Stuffed Zucchini<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">3 med. Zucchini</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 T. olive oil or butter</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 cup finely chopped onion</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 t. salt</div><div class="MsoNormal">6 oz. chevre, cut into small cubes</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 ½ c. finely chopped almonds (toasted if you like*)</div><div class="MsoNormal">½ c. whole grain bread crumbs</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 c. grated parrano or smoked gouda</div><div class="MsoNormal">½ t. nutmeg</div><div class="MsoNormal">¼ t. all spice</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sauté the onions in the oil until translucent. Add the salt and chopped zucchini pulp and continue to cook on medium heat until the zucchini is soft. Remove from heat, stir in chevre cubes and cover for several minutes. Meanwhile, in a large bowl, mix together the almonds, bread crumbs, grated cheese, nutmeg and all spice. When the chevre has softened, thoroughly combine all ingredients. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Wine:</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> There were many bottles, but the favorite of the night was Straccali 2007 Chianti. </span></div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-40374589289613059582010-03-21T10:35:00.000-07:002010-03-21T10:35:39.492-07:00Roots, Untangled<div style="text-align: center;"><i>You need a stethoscope and a good good rake<br />
some beer for snails and a rope for snakes <br />
a flowerbed to fall in as the moonlight breaks<br />
when you're the family gardener</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~lyrics from "Family Gardener" by Minus Five</i></div><br />
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The seeds we planted three weeks ago for the Cherokee Real Community Garden have sprouted! We met Tuesday night to transplant the crowded sprouts into bigger cups and give them room to grow even more before they are planted in the garden this spring. <br />
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I was surprised at the pride I felt in seeing how quickly they had grown into delicate and brightly colored mini-plants. I mean, mostly they looked like weeds, but I could see their potential.<br />
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As I pulled apart the sprouts growing too closely together, it seemed as though they didn't want to be separated. Their leaves stuck together slightly as if having become accustomed to touching and desiring to stay that way. When I held the delicate little sprout clumps in my hand and broke apart the soil surrounding their roots with my finger, I saw that the wispy, hair-like roots had grown in spirals around each other, tying the group of sprouts together inches below the soil, where nothing and no one could see their connection. <br />
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It was in this act—the separating—that I felt the beginnings of my imposition on these plants. Sure, I placed them in the soil as seeds, but the water and light they needed to grow took over from there. It wasn't until I plucked them from their beds, untangled their roots, and transplanted them into different soil so far from each other, that I made an impact on their growth. It was the first symbiotic act in our relationship.<br />
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P.S.—Look how pretty and red those beet sprouts are!Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-91609154087220486682010-03-17T10:44:00.000-07:002010-03-21T09:55:20.656-07:00One Recipe, Two Results<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhNpBu7amEA_2OYGBkb9le1GilR980wHw8gLXc5MooXVL1vwt9S4uYdHafAAqlEwB_36XMfLmdDicW3F6E-jhGCAOdbd4NSo0iWUkxqI8k3iU_zT6bP6C7U4dNyXhAMk_8TLpSLHuXxM/s1600-h/cornmuffins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhNpBu7amEA_2OYGBkb9le1GilR980wHw8gLXc5MooXVL1vwt9S4uYdHafAAqlEwB_36XMfLmdDicW3F6E-jhGCAOdbd4NSo0iWUkxqI8k3iU_zT6bP6C7U4dNyXhAMk_8TLpSLHuXxM/s320/cornmuffins.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shortly after making pancakes from scratch for the first time, I followed a recipe to make homemade corn meal muffins, as well. I was surprised (showing my lack of baking knowledge) that the recipe for pancakes and the recipe for corn meal muffins are very similar. With the exception of the addition of corn meal to the muffin mix, and the slight variation in measurements. See for yourself:</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 ½ c. yellow corn meal<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">1 c. flour<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">¼ c. sugar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">1 ½ tsp. baking powder<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">¼ tsp. baking soda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">½ tsp. salt<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">1 c. buttermilk<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">1 egg<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">¼ c. oil</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It makes me wonder if I could make corn meal pancakes by creatively merging the two recipes. But do I have the guts to cook something new without following a recipe? </div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-70158046150228515932010-03-13T07:02:00.000-08:002010-03-13T07:02:42.985-08:00Basic Training #2: Pancakes (Or, Flipping Off Breakfast Foods)<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"He who goes to bed hungry dreams of pancakes."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~proverb</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hungry or not, my boyfriend wakes up every Saturday morning, rubs his eyes, and instinctively says, "Want some pancakes?" I like pancakes, but I'm not as crazy about them as he is. So he is usually the one to hop out of bed and heat up the frying pan. Meaning I have never learned to make them for myself. And what's more, any time anyone has made me pancakes, they have been from a box or bag of pancake mix. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Being a breakfast staple, I 100% consider being able to make pancakes a basic of being a Good cook. Heck, it's a basic of being an ok cook. So I decided it was time I learned to make them myself. From scratch, of course. But, in order to make them more interesting, I wanted to fancy up the recipe. I hoped if I made it more challenging, the results would be more impressive. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I started with a recipe that I got from a cooking show called "<a href="http://www.josemadeinspain.com/home.htm">Made in Spain</a>." The host, José Andrés, makes an olive oil pancake with chopped chocolate, drizzled with honey. I drooled when I watched this episode, so I decided this would be my first (and perhaps ultimate) pancake recipe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b>1 ½ c. flour</b><br />
<b>2 T. sugar</b><br />
<b>2 tsp. baking powder</b><br />
<b>½ tsp. baking soda</b><br />
<b>touch of salt</b><br />
<b>1 ½ c. buttermilk</b><br />
<b>1 beaten egg</b><br />
<b>1 T. olive oil</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Combine all ingredients in a bowl and whisk from the center, just until mixed. Don’t over-mix.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Spoon in preferred amount of chopped chocolate. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Pour olive oil on skillet. Ladle mix onto skillet. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Now, I've seen pancakes made plenty of times. So I know that you barely mix the ingredients and then plop the batter onto a hot surface. But I have also seen this simple process go awry. Burnt pancakes, soggy pancakes, ones that look as though they narrowly escaped a Dali painting. There is a subtle balance between heat, amount of batter, and of course, the elusive flipping technique. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Working in batches of three, my first batch was not pretty. Too much batter on too-high heat (medium) being flipped by a rookie resulted in crispy outsides, gooey insides, and wonky shapes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The chocolate in the batter muddied the process, making the edges look darker than they were, which led to premature flipping, which led to leaving the second side to cook too long, and so on and so forth. (Not that I'm making excuses.) I wiped the pan off with a paper towel between batches to remove the melted chocolate, drizzled a bit more olive oil on the pan, and turned the heat down to medium-low. Round 2 turned out slightly better, but being an electric stove, the burner hadn't really cooled down enough, and I suspect I had used too much olive oil in the pan, causing more of a frying effect than an even cook. And even though I used less batter, it was thick and didn't spread at. all. in the pan, also hindering the pancake from cooking properly all the way through.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tweaking all the factors—lowering the heat, using less olive oil in the pan, perfecting a plop-and-spread technique with the ladle, and looking for the little bubbles on the edge of the pancake indicating it's ready to be flipped—during the next few batches, my pancakes were finally starting to turn out golden brown and cooked throughout. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, it was time to address the flip factor. Basically, I spent the next three batches practicing, and ended up with this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After six batches, my pancakes eventually got rounder and flatter and a little better looking. But I realized that to consistently make a good-looking pancake, I will need a lot more practice. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the end, I was left with a mound of sloppy pancakes. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I made four stacks of four pancakes each, and drizzled them with honey. Luckily, I have a boyfriend who loves pancakes!</div><br />
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</div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-23706334255836045312010-03-09T21:01:00.000-08:002010-03-09T21:01:16.795-08:00Cheap Cheep!<div style="text-align: center;"><i>“Every week, millions of chickens leaking yellow pus, stained by green feces, contaminated by harmful bacteria, or marred by lung and heart infections, cancerous tumors, or skin conditions are shipped for sale to consumers."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Scott Bronstein, “A Journal-Constitution Special Report—Chicken: How Safe? First of Two Parts,” </i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution<span style="font-style: normal;"><i>, May 26, 1991.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Learning where my food comes from is a big part of my mission to find the good in food.<span style="font-style: normal;"> However, it isn't always fun—especially when it comes to meat. Lately, I've been learning a lot about factory farm meat (conventional) vs. family farm meat (sustainable). </span>And I often debate how to present this information on my blog. On the one hand, to me, it is a very important part of this project. On the other hand, I understand that not everyone is ready to know these things. And the last thing I want is for my blog to be preach-y or to gross people out.<br />
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Having said that, I will try to focus on my personal thoughts and reactions to what I learn, and skip all the truly gory details. If you want to read more about something, I'll give you the resource so you can learn for yourself. Deal?<br />
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As an omnivore, learning the truth behind the burgers and bacon you so dearly love can be hard to swallow. Mostly because choosing the greater good over a great steak is a personal challenge that is harder for some people than others.<br />
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The first time I questioned my meat-eating ethics (which were not actually ethics-based, but taste-based) was, surprisingly enough, <span style="font-style: normal;">last November when I saw</span> an episode of the Fox TV series “Bones” in which they investigate a death at a chicken factory and, in the process, discuss some rather unsavory common practices. This was the first time I heard the term “de-beaking.” And it really freaked me out. So much so that I vowed only to eat free-range chicken and eggs from that point forward.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">But my love for spicy chicken wings and diner eggs was stronger than my love for the chickens I had never met. And about a month later, I was enjoying some amazing "family recipe" wings at my writing group’s holiday party.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Then, in early January, I watched the documentary “Food Inc.” I cried for the chickens being carelessly mass-produced in the factories, and I had to look away when it showed pigs being shocked to death in a slaughterhouse. However, later that month, I couldn't bring myself to pay $16 for a very small pastured chicken at a local foods market, so I found one of unknown origin for $2/lb elsewhere.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">But eventually the facts started to outweigh my desire for cheap meat. The clincher was Jonathan Safran Foer's book, "Eating Animals." The information was so powerful that it ruined my appetite for days. Now, don't get me wrong, I haven't gone vegetarian. But I can't continue eating the way I have in the past, either. So for now, I'm on the path to being what Michael Pollan calls a "selective omnivore." It's not easy. Sustainable meat is in some cases very expensive, and in others inconvenient. And telling myself I won't ever eat a Big Mac again makes the memory of their taste even more tempting. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But I'm doing it. It's the very beginning of establishing food beliefs for myself. And it's a gradual process. I started by identifying the meats/foods that are easiest to substitute with family farm sources. Pastured (or free-range...but ideally, pastured) eggs, cheese and milk simply require a few dollars more than what I'm used to spending. Giving up factory chicken essentially means giving up my favorite cheap meals, since I most often ate chicken in ethnic restaurant dishes (Indian, Mexican, Chinese). This method falls in line with an article I read a few weeks ago by David Kirby called <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-kirby/6-baby-steps-toward-a-mor_b_481624.html%20">"6 Baby Steps Toward a More Sustainable Animal Diet."</a> It's a really helpful set of guidelines for beginners. It lacks the hard-nosed facts that I've found most convincing in my own research, but it also lacks the guilt that comes along with those facts. So we'll call it a gateway article. It's worth checking out if caring about your meat is something that's been on your mind lately. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;"> <o:p></o:p></span>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-89303066454829086052010-03-05T12:47:00.000-08:002010-03-05T12:57:33.363-08:00Basic Training #1: Poached Eggs (or, Breaking Up is Not So Hard to Do)<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Poached eggs...are to my mind the purest and loveliest of ways to cook eggs." ~The late, great Julia Child</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">For years, I've been tempted to get a pair of these:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Despite their appearance, these have nothing to do with breast enhancement or birth control; they are called "poach pods" and they are a specialty gadget for cooking poached eggs. These silicone cups float in a pot of boiling water with the egg safely contained inside, where it can cook without separating. While I'm constantly tempted by them each time I enter a kitchen supply store, I could never bring myself to buy them. Because, well, they're soooooo cheating. And while this blog is new, my desire to be a good cook has been around for quite awhile.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">To me, a good cook with a capital G understands and has mastered the basic preparation techniques of common foods like eggs, meats, vegetables, sauces, baked goods, soups, etc. He or she can sauté, roast, blanch, steam...and definitely poach...without having to read instructions every time he or she cooks. I consider these to be part of the "cooking basics." And if I want to be a Good cook, I've got to start learning. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I decided to start basic training with poached eggs. Partly b/c I really really like them, and partly because I read <i>Julie & Julia</i> and strongly identified with Julie Powell's fear of the poaching process. So this challenge was the first to come to mind. And, as with all of life's challenges, if you want to get it right the first time, you consult the master. In this case, Julia Child and her bible, <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The instructions are very simple: 1 T. of white vinegar to every quart of water, bring 2 inches of water to a low simmer in a frying pan, crack egg directly into the water (or crack it into a shallow bowl first and slide it into the simmering water), use a small spoon to quickly spoon the egg whites back over the yolk as they desperately try to run as far away as they can, cook for 4 minutes maintaining the low simmer, and finally transfer the now-poached egg into a bowl of cold water to stop the cooking process and wash off the vinegar. <b>Note: </b>The reason <i>MtAoFC</i> is the ultimate cooking bible is because Julia and her co-authors are so brilliantly clear on every step of the process for every recipe in the book. For the same reason, it can be hell to try to cook from it sometimes. Because if you read over one sentence, or misinterpret one direction, your dish is toast.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So before I even started, I called in reinforcements: my friend Sallie, someone I very much consider to be a Good cook (you'll see more of her in the future). I consulted her, and she gave me some good tips. First, to definitely use the shallow bowl to slide the egg into the water. And second, to use a paper towel to dry off the egg after it comes out of the cold water bath, otherwise you'll end up with watery eggs. With good guidance handy, I set about poaching my very first egg.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because I understand the importance of following Julia's (if I may) instructions to the tee, I heeded her warning to only use the freshest eggs in order to avoid the yolk separating from the white (which, let's be honest, is the singular fear about poaching eggs). So on a cold Saturday morning in March, I hit up an indoor farmers' market and bought a dozen eggs from a nearby farm called Whetstone Farms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After mixing the vinegar and water, and waiting 15 years for it to come to a low simmer, I slid my egg into the water with my heart beating out of my chest. This is the exact moment of intimidation when it comes to poaching eggs: the drop. I tenderly spooned some egg-white wisps back over the yolk, then watched. For four minutes. As nothing at all scary happened. The egg cooked. Nicely, I might add.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's almost heart-shaped (more human-heart-shaped than the iconic symbol, really), which is appropriate considering how much care I took to make my very first poached egg. And it was so not-scary that I did it a second time. And that one turned out nicely, as well. To my utter shock and delight, I found I'm good at making poached eggs. And they tasted great, too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Growing up on a modest 8 acres in rural Kansas, I have very fond memories of rising early in the morning to the smells of fresh-mowed grass and budding lilacs wafting through my open window. I would lie in bed, barely awake, enjoying the odorous splendors of spring, when a parent would throw open the door and bark, "It's after 10, put on some clothes and come help!"<br />
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That much land takes work. So Saturday mornings meant mowing, weeding, watering, whacking, what have you. I would sit cross-legged on the edge of our driveway, yawning, and delicately pull weeds from the flower beds. With three fingers pinched and two extended, I plucked each weed in the same manner one might use to lift their cup during high tea. My mother would laugh as she walked passed and call me "dainty," a word I still take offense to. At the time, I would have much rather been doing other things, anything really, than working in my mother's garden. But now, it's something I look back on as time I spent connecting with the earth and getting my hands a little (very little, actually) dirty.<br />
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Recently, I decided those were things I could use more of in my life. So I joined a community garden in South St. Louis City. It resides in an empty commercial lot in the Cherokee Street business district. The garden, called <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Cherokee-Real/159081015837?ref=ts">Cherokee Real</a>, consists of raised beds that anyone can adopt and use to grow their own food. If I want to know my food, create a healthier relationship to it, growing it (and subsequently killing and devouring it) seems like a step in the right direction.<br />
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Last week everyone involved gathered at an arts center near the garden and planted seeds. I did not know this, but when you grow vegetables and flowers from seeds, you have to plant them in soil during the winter and keep them indoors to become sprouts before they go in the ground. I'm learning already.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We planted a huge amount of seeds that night for a number of plants: tomatoes, cauliflower, chili peppers, bell peppers, onions, carrots, melons, eggplant, lettuce and herbs, including lemongrass, basil, purslane, parsley, cilantro, chives, and much more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm very excited for our planting day later this month, as well as watching my food grow from seeds into plants. I know nothing substantial about gardening, so I've got a lot to learn. I can't wait to get my hands a lot dirtier this time around. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-51657979377534063232010-03-01T07:40:00.000-08:002010-03-02T07:16:32.573-08:00Bread Heads<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"…thinking like a baker…means thinking formulaically and structurally and then baking by an elusive quality called </i>feel<i><span style="font-style: normal;">, </span><span style="font-style: normal;"></span>not just blindly following a recipe without knowing the reasons behind certain steps." </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Peter Reinhart, “The Bread Baker’s Apprentice”</i><b><o:p></o:p></b></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">While visiting my parents for Christmas last year, my aunt taught me and my boyfriend how to make bread from scratch. Without a machine. We instantly fell in love with the process. The nerve-wracking delicateness of the yeast, the total upper body workout you get from kneading, and of course the way the whole house smells like fresh-baked, yeasty, grainy goodness for the whole day. We have been baking our own bread since. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We use organic flour, yeast and butter, and local honey from the farmers’ market to make the only recipe we know: honey whole-wheat sandwich loaves. Since we use premium ingredients, we don’t save much money per loaf. However, it tastes so much better than store bought bread, and most importantly to us, we know e.x.a.c.t.l.y. what’s in our bread. We get a little drunk on the power—controlling the ingredients and the quality of our food—but we are limited in our bread-baking abilities.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fortunately, my friend Kristin, who makes the most amazing pizza crust I’ve ever tasted, agreed to share her ultimate bread recipe with me. Originally printed in the New York Times on <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/08mini.html">November 8, 2006</a>, journalist Mark Bittman revised the hit recipe to require less rising time by adding more yeast, and that is <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/08/dining/08mini.html">the version we made</a>. Kristin uses it for everything from pizza to sandwich bread to a crusty round for tearing off and dipping in oil (or smearing with butter, if you want to be real about it).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We spent a cold-but-sunny Saturday afternoon in her kitchen, playing with dough. We made a batch for bread that I could take with me, and a batch she could use for pizza (she added cornmeal to make a deep-dish version). No matter its destined form, the recipe is the same, and surprisingly basic: flour, water, yeast, and salt. In her expertise, Kristin uses heaping amounts of each dry ingredient measurement, and adds ½ the water first, then only as much water from that point forward as it needs to make the dough come clean away from the side of the bowl—but not so much that it’s impossibly sticky.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">But back to my round loaf… After baking at 450<span style="font-family: Symbol;">°</span> for 30 minutes, you remove the lid and let it bake another 15 minutes uncovered. And that’s it! Perfect white bread. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lucky for me, I got to stick around for some free smells after my bread was done and Kristin made her amazing pizza sauce for her deep-dish cornmeal crust pizza. She even taught me how to make the sauce. But that recipe will have to wait for when I attempt to make pizza with my newfound dough skills.</div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-9256772338366772042010-02-25T06:58:00.000-08:002010-02-25T07:02:58.356-08:00I Know These Things Are True-ish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilXEcSQ9S4H7NNGvlM7cbBY1UGqCobx_MqWhT3HhmOYNBDbYTq6KrYUAwYau6th38B3oP6WlSBKGPfuZcm2CLov2gnmwcW-NSgwz4RyIN_AooshZhpBV4SkeNYl6zhshPIh8sdGY5iVc/s1600-h/plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilXEcSQ9S4H7NNGvlM7cbBY1UGqCobx_MqWhT3HhmOYNBDbYTq6KrYUAwYau6th38B3oP6WlSBKGPfuZcm2CLov2gnmwcW-NSgwz4RyIN_AooshZhpBV4SkeNYl6zhshPIh8sdGY5iVc/s320/plate.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<i>A conversation between the author Jonathan Safran Foer and his grandmother, a Polish Jew, about surviving WWII:</i><br />
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<i>"The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn't know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me."</i><br />
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<i>"He saved your life."</i><br />
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<i>"I didn't eat it."</i><br />
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<i>"You didn't eat it?"</i><br />
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<i>"It was pork. I wouldn't eat pork."</i><br />
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<i>"Why?"</i><br />
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<i>"What do you mean why?"</i><br />
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<i>"What, because it wasn't kosher?"</i><br />
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<i>"Of course."</i><br />
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<i>"But not even to save your life?"</i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of the things I’m really trying to do is to understand, to define actually, my food belief system. I have many thoughts about food ethics, but when it comes to how I purchase and eat food, there lies that ever-present gap between theory and practice. Don’t get me wrong, I have a practically non-existent will, but the fact that I don’t really know what I believe in when it comes to food makes it hard to act in accordance with my beliefs.<br />
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I know that organic is good, but local is better. The organic vs. local debate is one that has caused me much confusion, but as Michael Pollan has pointed out, and I paraphrase, when Coca-Cola decides to make Organic Coke, and they will, it won’t make high fructose corn syrup any better for you. Organic growing is definitely better for consumers and for the planet, but unfortunately it is often used as a quick-and-easy marketing ploy to increase market share and does not in any way account for other manufacturing processes that continue to harm the planet and our health.<br />
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I can see, though through a very thick fog, that there are people behind every food item I purchase. There are stockholders who want my money to fuel their own personal agendas, there are entrepreneurs who want my money to build their dreams upon, there are farmers who want my money to keep food on their own tables, and there are illegal workers who want my money in order to survive just one more day. No matter where I <i>buy</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> my food, it comes from these people. They are involved in every red pepper, can of soup, carton of milk, and filet of meat I purchase.</span><br />
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And of course, as an omnivore, there are the animals. I know from reading, but not from experiencing, that 99% of animals that become our food are tortured. Not just through selective breeding and confinement but physically tortured, for fun, by the workers who tend to them. I know that the meat that comes from these animals is processed so poorly that it is full of bacteria, waste, and disease. Just because it doesn’t make us sick every time we eat it, does not make it good for us. These facts make meat less appetizing, for sure, but I have not yet stopped eating it.</div><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">More importantly, I understand that these small bits of knowledge do not a belief system make. I know these things, but do I really understand, in a big picture kind of way, what these things mean?</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-65774628796143286342010-02-23T06:16:00.000-08:002010-02-23T06:19:53.243-08:00A Little Help from My Friends<div style="text-align: center;"><i>“Being a good cook takes intelligence, a lot of experience, and the ability to improvise. A sense of adventure is optional.” ~Heidi Dean, potsticker instructor extraordinaire</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have my own cooking personality. It was informed, just as my individual personality was, by my parents. They were both raised in low-income, post-WWII households where cheap food reigned supreme and pre-packaged, pre-made foods were revered for their simplicity. Where the cheapest form of procuring a food item meant making it yourself, I was taught to cook from scratch, i.e. baking cookies, making cakes, cutting and frying whole chickens. Where it was cheaper or less time-consuming to buy it pre-made, I depended on store-bought versions, such as jarred spaghetti sauce and canned soups. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s, working at a magazine in Kansas City, that two of my coworkers (and very good friends) taught me the importance of truly caring about my food. Whether that meant exploring new kinds of produce I’d never experienced, making simple dishes with healthy ingredients, or taking the time to understand what’s in the items I’m putting in my body.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
While my food IQ has grown tremendously in the past 10 years, there are still some cooking shortcuts that I feel a little vulnerable without. And some styles of cooking that feel strangely foreign to me, because, well, the food’s cultures are also foreign. So, looking to a friend once again to introduce me to uncharted territories, I asked my friend Heidi to teach me how to cook something I was completely unfamiliar with. Heidi’s cooking style is very different from mine because her background is very different than mine. Having traveled all over the world, and having broader ethnic influences in her life, Heidi’s cooking is far more globally inspired and her experience with cooking is more developed. </div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
We decided to spend a day in her kitchen cooking potstickers—completely from scratch. This broached my apprehension toward any recipe containing dough (besides pies and bread, which I have practice at), as well as my avoidance of preparing my own Asian foods. That is one food culture I have never had good experiences with at home (aside from take-out). </div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Surprisingly, the entire process was very simple. We made the dough from two parts flour to one part water. The filling was made of equal parts ground pork and cabbage, mixed with scallions, fresh ginger, soy sauce, and brown sugar. (In making the filling, I learned how to prepare fresh ginger, which was previously unknown to me: peel with a vegetable peeler, then cut against the grain.) We created small dough rounds and filled them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMPKPlOC3yZ2S71dPYkGVFp_ImBjnRozlz7y8etvPpeVqS6g4Syq1v27N0fz9yHR6cYgOn_Hu6nmj6kFaJURuvXybOpB06KgiHZkI33toTabJJJmsSc-jh_eC0Aj_RypdN6p-3VTnJEE/s1600-h/PorkStuffing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMPKPlOC3yZ2S71dPYkGVFp_ImBjnRozlz7y8etvPpeVqS6g4Syq1v27N0fz9yHR6cYgOn_Hu6nmj6kFaJURuvXybOpB06KgiHZkI33toTabJJJmsSc-jh_eC0Aj_RypdN6p-3VTnJEE/s320/PorkStuffing.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Then we prepared them by shallow-frying them in a pan. They turned out properly cooked, extremely delicious, and also incredibly abundant. We both had plenty of leftovers for later.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPdlWeMke0dl5sakmReHFhWlPpDzDdfRUHPnE2NfBpmyHyVAeLBgwHh27b5ZYcRIBPcQqQ4kzb397CIXJluUaMIWZPc7ZKs3VuVqZ5Shg6Z0Jn9Bj5S8FnzCoEmoSXYXTzqItOQdREIc/s1600-h/FinishedPotstickers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPdlWeMke0dl5sakmReHFhWlPpDzDdfRUHPnE2NfBpmyHyVAeLBgwHh27b5ZYcRIBPcQqQ4kzb397CIXJluUaMIWZPc7ZKs3VuVqZ5Shg6Z0Jn9Bj5S8FnzCoEmoSXYXTzqItOQdREIc/s320/FinishedPotstickers.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
What I noticed most about cooking with Heidi was her lack of worry. When I’m following a recipe, I read it all the way through first, then reference it every 5 seconds to make sure I’m following it to the letter. But she knew, without reservation, how to substitute ingredients and when something “just looked right”… or didn’t. And she never once picked up the phone and called her mom for advice. I was highly impressed. You can read Heidi’s much more detailed account of the day at her blog, <a href="http://messingwithrecipes.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-four-potstickers.html">Messing With Recipes</a>.<br />
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More than learning a new recipe, I left with an understanding of how to prepare a new kind of food, one that previously seemed out of my reach. New skills and more confidence in them. Which was the ultimate goal. But I also left thinking about something else—the packaging on the ground pork. The pork came from a farm near St. Louis. Which means that I could, very realistically, see firsthand where my food comes from. I commonly cheer on the “Know Your Food” motto. But now that the opportunity is before me, I’m wondering what that would really mean.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm1-uvv_g_pz2v-ZbmAwR5M_GKab07Oe4Do-n6Hfbg-3ctusajZEDeXOO7lGTYxp7yemWWc1g6PJU_2Bhsf0aR7MKg8_VXE0iEZ9UzlD-gQP_Sqx90PYznYtaLcOuulSxP4PTgo4WojA/s1600-h/HinkebeinHillsPork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm1-uvv_g_pz2v-ZbmAwR5M_GKab07Oe4Do-n6Hfbg-3ctusajZEDeXOO7lGTYxp7yemWWc1g6PJU_2Bhsf0aR7MKg8_VXE0iEZ9UzlD-gQP_Sqx90PYznYtaLcOuulSxP4PTgo4WojA/s320/HinkebeinHillsPork.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-75905786112517004302010-02-19T13:38:00.000-08:002010-02-19T13:38:13.727-08:00What Makes a "Good" Cook?<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"For a gourmand there is no need to produce complicated dishes with fancy names. Prepare for him raw materials of good quality. Transform them as little as possible and accompany them with suitable sauces and you will have produced a meal which is just right."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Edouard de Pomaine, from "Cooking with Pomaine"</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ncoxwmg01ZnTxuYCiYDHWkNRjh86GGin7_8XgsnmkYoZ2BI8k9_enYqd3O6WgUcjeEPevlMwvJ715k3bNvAnZjPbdjaSypaJAeR-uyuSDGvymgEyl8jpydXzQbb9Y7hgYZb4r1QA29w/s1600-h/potsnpans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ncoxwmg01ZnTxuYCiYDHWkNRjh86GGin7_8XgsnmkYoZ2BI8k9_enYqd3O6WgUcjeEPevlMwvJ715k3bNvAnZjPbdjaSypaJAeR-uyuSDGvymgEyl8jpydXzQbb9Y7hgYZb4r1QA29w/s320/potsnpans.jpg" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">An abundance of packaged meals, frozen dinners, prepared foods, and restaurants on every corner offering cuisines from around the world has produced a society in which people don't need to cook for themselves in order to survive. In fact, today's children are the third generation of Americans who depend on corporations and low-wage workers to feed them. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">No matter my thoughts on how my parents taught me to eat (more on that later), the fact is, I learned to cook at a young age. I chopped fresh vegetables, I boiled pasta, I baked cookies and helped decorate cakes. I was taught to enjoy the process of cooking. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And by today's standards, I would consider myself a decent cook. I have an adventurous palate, I understand why certain foods taste good together, and I can improvise on flavors and textures. But my abilities leave a lot to be desired. I am afraid of certain foods and appliances, so I avoid recipes that require them. I gravitate toward short recipes that call for ingredients I already have in my cabinets and refrigerator. And there are some embarrassingly basic cooking techniques that elude me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think everyone has a different idea of what makes a "good" cook. For now – for myself – I define it as being educated in the ways of food. Being confident in the kitchen. Being able to cook virtually any food in a manner that is both delicious and healthy. I'll call it being a good cook with a capital G. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">I hope to become a good cook with a capital G by mastering some of the cooking basics that are still foreign to me, expanding my cooking knowledge by learning from those with more experience than I, and branching out to discover new foods.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
I have a feeling this is going to get messy.</div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743327666819221163.post-57344948733107960112010-02-17T14:56:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:48:11.245-08:00Finding the Good in Food<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"I profoundly believe that the power of food has a primal place in our homes; that bonds us to the best bits of life." </i><br />
<i>~</i><i>Jamie Oliver, from his TED lecture</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm interested in what Jamie Oliver has to say about food. And Michael Pollan. And Jonathan Safran Foer. And Eric Schlosser. And Carlo Petrini. And Julia Child. And Julie Powell. And Novella Carpenter. And Amanda Hesser. The list goes on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm fascinated by food. I not only find it delicious and useful in a fight, it's also mysterious, indulgent, powerful, and highly complex. And like most people, my relationship with food is also very complex. While I enjoy cooking, eating at restaurants, shopping at farmers' markets, and the elusive magic that is baking, I also experience a lot of frustration, annoyance, and confusion when it comes to food. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I worry about eating too many calories. I'm baffled by the notion of good fats and bad fats. I try, very hard, to "avoid edible food-like substances," as Michael Pollan advises. I'm concerned that my chicken was tortured on its journey to my plate. And that the people who were employed to raise that poor chicken were treated unjustly, too. But I eat it anyway. And I question what (and who) else had to die so that I might enjoy a wholly diverse and convenient food shopping experience. I ponder to what uses my money is put when I choose to purchase one brand of yogurt over another. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Am I stressing out way too much over dinner? Yeah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Does that mean I shouldn't think about these things? Of course not.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Having a good relationship with food is difficult. But I believe that, like with all relationships, a little compassion and understanding will get me a long way.<br />
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And thus a blog was born...this here blog. So that I might chronicle my adventures in finding the good in food. </div>Brandi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813327208042420525noreply@blogger.com5