tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363617376808520202024-03-19T05:08:11.161-07:00Honey & SageSweet musings. Sweet treats. Sweet things.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-97846239564659042013-07-18T14:55:00.002-07:002013-07-19T11:22:39.377-07:00Slow Roasted Heirloom Tomatoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I met Joe on New Year’s Day 2011 and it was only a
matter of weeks before we embarked on a long distance relationship which has
since resulted in two years of adventures,cohabitation and a recent engagement
to boot (yay!). I lived in San Francisco
at the time we met, and Joe, in Davis. It was roughly a two hour one-way </span>Amtrak ride to see him <span style="font-family: inherit;">(or three beers,
depending on your choice of metrics), but it was worth
it for the two short days we'd spend together each week. We had conflicting weekends, rarely having the
same days off unless I could swing some hard to come by coverage at work, so
visits were often short and spent soaking up all the affection we could to last
us through the next week. </span>Pizza and pint nights were a staple. Late night bike rides... Lounging in bed with Little Wings faintly playing on repeat for hours, occasionally taking a break to smoke a cigarette on the back porch and bask in the cool night air... As the weather began to warm, we took walks through the arboretum to welcome spring and encourage it to make itself at home with us.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That
April, Joe had the grand idea that we were going to plant a garden in his
backyard. My idea of gardening was
derived from my mother and my Pappy: a few colorful perennials plopped into the
ground and rosebush pruning. Some
geraniums and a few snapdragons. Maybe there’d
be knee pads and cute gardening gloves involved. And </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">maaayyybe</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> a tomato plant or fruit tree although
a little venturesome. Round-Up
and Miracle Grow were must haves in our gardening arsenal. I had this in the bag! But after a trip in Joe’s pickup truck to borrow a
rototiller (a roto-<i>what</i>?) from a landscaping friend of his and purchasing over 10 baby tomato
plants, I realized that I was way, <i>waaay</i> in over my head. I was
going to need more than a pair of </span>knee pads<span style="font-family: inherit;"> and gloves to impress this guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">During that month together, we pulled weeds and took
the rototiller to the entire backyard. We
laid gravel by the fire pit and aimlessly threw sunflower and poppy seeds
everywhere. We built four planter boxes. We planted 12 heirloom tomato plants, six
green pepper plants, two tomatillo plants, two rows of corn, a patch of
watermelon and an herb garden that flaunted cilantro and rosemary taller than
the corn. No Miracle Grow. Everything just simply thrived. I quit my job and moved to Davis. We listened to a lot Devil Makes Three. We drank pear cider. We roasted marshmallows and burned
cockroaches. We got sunburned and sweaty and dirty and fell head over heels in love (note: we are not hippies, I swear. We
do shower).</span><br />
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By the time August rolled around our yield was so large that we were giving tomatoes away by the bag full. There was a lot of spaghetti sauce. A lot of caprese salad. I roasted the little fellas, too, which was my favorite way to eat them (especially the Cherokee Purples). They were sweet and rich, bursting with flavors so unbelievably complex that you realize the grocery stores have been fooling you all along with their oily, wrinkly canned “sun-dried” tomatoes and you'll never go back again.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>We don’t have the luxury of a large backyard these days, but we still have our tomatoes and select herbs. I assume the old house is still sprouting volunteer plants and poppies this summer, and I’m a little envious. But we’ve done pretty well with the limited space we have. We’re unable to plant in the ground given our small, cemented apartment patio so Joe built a tall rack to place the potted tomatoes on, giving them access to direct sunlight over the fence (that guy's just full of these genius ideas). And even though I’m sure the roots are overly cramped and screaming for space, we have surprisingly managed to grow heirlooms that are just as productive in 5-gallon pots as they could have been in the ground. And <i>still</i> without the Miracle Grow! What can I say? We’re pretty good together.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our heirlooms started ripening in droves this week and
I decided I </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">couldn't</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> wait until we were up to our necks in tomatoes before I would roast some. So I did. Here, you’ll find perhaps the easiest, least
time consuming thing you can do to a tomato, other than pop it directly into
your mouth. All you need is some olive
oil, herbs, a clove of garlic and your little prides of joy. Don’t grow? Pick some of these beauts up at the Co-Op or
Farmers Market. You can do anything with these once they’re roasted: pop ‘em in
your pasta sauces for some added flavor, add them in your pan chicken dishes or
grilled veggie sandwiches, eat ‘em as a snack or side dish, or do what Joe did
and use them for homemade pizza sauce and pizza toppings for a meatless Monday
dinner (thanks, babe!). No matter how you eat them, you’ll love them. I
promise.</span></span><br />
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<b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slow Roasted Heirloom Tomatoes</span></u></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">This is a recipe that you can adapt to your own taste.
Want more garlic? Add it! Have some basil you want to use? Go for it! I use thyme
and rosemary I have in my “garden” (man, I can’t wait to have a house and a
yard again). I also want to suggest that
you use meatier heirlooms, like Cherokee Purples, but that’s just my personal
preference. Smaller and juicer slicer tomatoes tend to drown in their own
liquid and shrink down to a shriveled up skin the end (so, so disappointing).
The meaty fellas hold their own in the oven. Cherry tomatoes, like Sungolds,
work well too! Just monitor them because they tend to burn if you choose to
roast at a higher temperature for a shorter amount of time (like I did for the above
photos. I was impatient and </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px;">didn't</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> want to wait eight hours, so I speed roasted
them, so to speak, at 350 degrees for three hours. The result was fine, but I recommend
you be a big kid, keep your panties on and just wait the eight hours as I wrote
out below. Sooooo worth it).<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Side note: I know turning your oven on for 6-8 hours in
mid-July sounds like an insanely hellacious idea, but TRUST ME! The oven is on
at such a low temperature you’ll hardly notice. And if you do, you can curse me
and turn the AC on.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4-6 medium to large heirloom tomatoes, halved<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A couple springs of fresh rosemary<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A couple springs of fresh thyme<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2-3 tablespoons of olive oil (the better the quality,
the happier you’ll be<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Preheat your oven to 225 degrees. Drizzle one to two
tablespoons of olive oil on a baking sheet. Scatter the sliced garlic on the
sheet. Place the tomatoes cut side up in two rows on the baking sheet and drizzle the remaining olive oil over the top of the tomatoes. Sometimes, I'll use a pastry brush to make sure I get olive oil on all of them. Sprinkle rosemary and thyme leaves on the top of each tomato. Only a few leaves are needed, don’t overdo it or you’ll overpower the tomato’s natural flavor. Place the baking sheet in the oven and let
them roast for 6-8 hours and enjoy how amazing your kitchen smells. When time is
up, remove them from the oven and let them set for about 10 minutes. Transfer
to a large plate, tray, Tupperware or plastic Ziploc bag. The roasted tomatoes
can be stored in the </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px;">refrigerator</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> for up to three days or frozen for later use for up to three months. Enjoy!</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-23227712117720729742013-07-16T14:21:00.002-07:002013-07-16T16:37:54.515-07:00Classic Peach Pie<div class="MsoNormal">
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I have a
confession to make… I don’t know how, why or who actually let this happen, but
I didn't experience the sweet, irresistible juiciness of a fresh summer
peach until I was a senior in college. No,
really. I did not eat my first peach until I was 22 years old. Without ever
having tasted one I had somehow convinced myself and any adult in charge of
feeding me that peaches were the devil's fruit. They tasted like dry, fuzzy velvet causing me to react the same way a dog does to a spoonful of peanut butter. They had no business on my plate. None. Also,
my little brother Mikie LOVED peaches, which, in toddler logic, automatically meant I couldn't like them even if I wanted to (ohhh sibling rivalry). Like most kids, proclaiming I hated peaches was enough justification for my parents to not make me try them. At least we can all agree that we were <i>that</i> toddler once, can't we?</div>
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And here's another
confession: not only did I "hate" peaches
and any form they came in (fresh peaches, canned syrupy morsels, juice
concentrate, frostbit and frozen), I thought peaches were apricots. I know that's ridiculous, but what makes it more ridiculous is the fact that I was raised in Hollister, a small town lined with orchard
after orchard of Blenheim apricot trees. As many have said, you didn't truly grow up
in Hollister if you didn't spend a summer cuttin’ ‘cots for your first real job
(unless, of course, you were me and you had no idea apricots weren't peaches and wanted
nothing to do with stone fruits. Again, I have no idea how my parents ever let
this atrocity happen). Growing up, I vividly remember a poor pathetic excuse
for an apricot tree in my backyard on Central Avenue. The trunk was no bigger than my forearm and its
long, wilted leaves sometimes yellowed at the tips. I used to pick the leaves and
assemble pretend flower bouquets for my mom. The dried pits scattered on the
ground were fossils that needed to be excavated. The green unripened fruits
made the perfect surprise grenade in dirt clod wars with Mikie. I swear, as far
as my memory is concerned it was the never-ripening-tree of inedible fruit. And I’m sure my mom was fine with this because Mikie would have ate them all in a
heartbeat if she hadn't told us our rat terrier Butch peed on the tree, explaining that why the cots were green and the leaves yellow. Reason number three I never ate
peaches (disguised as apricots): dog pee.</div>
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In college
I worked part time in a bakery as a scrawler of “Happy Birthday!” on cakes and a
packager of petit fours. The bakery was located in a small, locally owned
market in Cotati next to an abundant produce section overflowing with local bounty. Jose, who worked in the produce department, was a charming and jolly older man with jet black hair, squinty eyes, and an always-stained green apron with a pocket knife clipped on the bib. Each day I worked he would bring me the most ripe sample
slices of any fruit he thought I needed to try and teach me about it. He taught me how to squeeze a
melon and what shade the perfect Asian pear should be. He taught me which tomatoes were best for making sauces and which were best for turkey sandwiches. Once, during one of our daily chats and sample sessions, I politely refused
a slice of white peach. He was appalled. Offended. Confused. In an effort to
sway me, Jose told me all about doughnut peaches, white peaches and yellow peaches. How to pick a ripe one. The best colors and what they meant. The easiest way to
remove the skin to avoid the dry, fuzzy velvet. That a fresh peach pie was the quintessential taste of summer. That I’d been depriving myself of one of the simplest pleasures for 22 years of
my life. In an act of “I told you so” spite, I nibbled on a slice of
white peach with full intention of spitting it out into his fat hand. Its nectar dripped down my wrist and exploded in my mouth with sweet,
sweet flavor and sunshine. I didn't spit it out. I took another bite, just to make sure. Jose knew that he had won me over and I was hooked. </div>
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Looking back, I'm grateful my parents weren't the type to make me eat everything they put on
my plate, but in this case I would almost consider it child abuse. No parent should ever allow their child to deprive themselves of this godsend of a fruit (we can also add strawberries and tomatoes to this list, which I didn't eat for a longer time than I'm willing to admit. I know, I was a weird kid).<br />
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In celebration of my now four year love affair
with peaches, I decided this summer would be my <i>first </i>experimentation with
peach pie. My only run-in with this summertime staple (other than putting frozen pies in the convection oven in the bakery) was when I was about 8 years
old and Boggum, which is what we called my mother’s mother, tried her hand at baking one. The end result was more
of a hot and overly sweet peach soup with soggy, raw pieces of dough and sugary yet hardly edible crumbles. Her infamous pie flop provided me yet another reason to avoid the fruit. In hindsight,
I don’t think I ever witnessed her bake anything that wasn't premixed and
packaged, so pie was probably a tall order, bless her soul. I was willing to give it my own try and I am<i> so</i> glad I did.<br />
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For this recipe I opted to
use my Grammy’s tried and true pie crust recipe, but added a tablespoon of sugar to sweeten it up a bit this time around. For the filling, I took pointers from Smitten
Kitchen’s classic peach pie recipe (which you can <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2012/07/peach-pie/" target="_blank">here</a>). Deb Perelman's simple combination of cinnamon and nutmeg plays perfectly on the peaches' natural flavor and sweetness without overpowering it. As Deb says, “Peach pie...is one of the universe's most perfect foods and it needs nothing- not a vanilla bean, not a dash a thyme or grating of fresh ginger- to be the very embodiment of a midsummer night's dream".<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14.5px; text-align: justify;"> </span> I've never heard truer words, Deb. I ate this pie for dessert. I ate it
for breakfast. I sneak into the fridge and steal bites with a fork nearly every
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<b>Classic Peach Pie<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Adapted from<i><b> <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2012/07/peach-pie/" target="_blank">Smitten Kitchen's Peach Pie</a></b></i></span><br />
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1 cups Crisco</div>
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1 tablespoon sugar</div>
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7-8 medium-sized yellow peaches</div>
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Combine flour, sugar and salt
in a large bowl. Using a fork, pastry cutter or your fingers (I always use a
fork because I feel like I have more control), cut the Crisco into the flour
mixture until you have flakes of Crisco no larger than the size of a small pea.
Work in 4 tablespoons of the water with
the same method as the Crisco. Add last four tablespoons of water and knead in
only a few times, just enough to work it into a large ball. Separate the dough into
two balls, wrap in saran wrap and flatten slightly. Place in the refrigerator
while you make the filling. Note that this is not a frozen pie crust recipe and
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Prepare an ice bath. Bring a
large pot of water to a boil. Cut a shallow “X” on the bottom of each peach
with a seated knife and gently place in the pot of water. Poach for about 2
minutes (slightly longer for less ripe peaches. But only slightly, you don't want to cook them). Remove from the pot and immediately
place in the ice bath for approximately 30 seconds to one minute to stop the
cooking process and remove to cutting board. The skins should slide right off the peach. If the peaches aren't ripe enough you may have some trouble doing this (like I did with two of them) so you can use a pairing to help peel the skin off the rest of the way. Once the skins are removed, halve your peaches and remove the pits. Cut the peaches into 1/3 inch sized slices and place in a large bowl. Toss all slices in lemon juice and set aside. In a small bowl, stir the dry ingredients together until evenly mixed. Add the mixture to the peaches and gently toss evenly to coat. Set aside.<br />
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Preheat your oven to 425 degrees. Remove your pie dough from the refrigerator. Generously flour your kitchen counter (or whatever your rolling surface is going to be) and your rolling pin. Remove one disc of dough from its saran wrap and place on the counter and start rolling the heck out of it. This is the most time consuming and frustrating part of pie making, but if you keep flouring your rolling pin and the surface underneath the dough you shouldn't have any trouble at all. Once the dough is roughly the size of a 13 inch circle, place it in a 9 inch pie dish, gently lining the creases and trimming the edges so it hangs over by an inch. Scoop all the filling into the pie dish.<br />
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Roll out the second disc using the same technique. Using a knife or pastry cutter, cut the dough into even 1/2 inch to 1 inch wide strips, depending on h<span style="font-family: inherit;">ow wide you want them.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> Lay 5-7 parallel strips of dough across the top of your pie, leaving about 1/2 inch space in between each one. Fold Back every other strip half way. Take the longest strip of dough and place it perpendicular to the others. Pull the folded-back strips back over the pie top and this strip. Fold back the other strips and place a new strip perpendicular to these. Continue this process alternating between the strips until the lattice top is formed </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">across</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">both</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> sides of the pie. Trim the overlaying edges of the lattice strips so they are even with the lower crust or so that they are even with the diameter of the pie dish (this pretty much depends on how thick your crusts are. If they're thick, I'd </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">recommend</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> trimming the lattice strips to the edge of the pie dish so that crimping is easier. This is totally up to you). Crimp the lower crust over the top by pinching or using a fork. Brush pie top with water and sprinkle with sugar.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Bake at 425 degrees for 20 minutes, then reduce the temperature to 375 degrees and continue baking for an additional 30 minutes until the crust is golden brown and the filling begins to slowly bubble. Allow to cool for <i>at least</i> an hour at room temperature to allow the filling to thicken (this will prevent the filling from oozing out of the crust and into the pie dish which I'm sure what is happened to poor Boggum). The pie can be stored at room temperature or in the </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">refrigerator, whichever you prefer.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Warm, a la mode. Or, however you want. Who am I to judge (I am, after all the weird kid who never ate peaches, strawberries or tomatoes)? Enjoy! </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-31299704892818022702013-07-10T16:40:00.000-07:002013-07-10T16:53:57.497-07:00Simple Summer Salmon<br />
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I am not a summer baby and few things make me happy in mid-July:
air conditioning, homegrown tomatoes and fishing season. I've got a patio
garden on the brink of yielding baskets of ripe, juicy, plump heirloom tomatoes
(make sure to check back soon for some delicious tomato recipes) and a fishing
pole that’s definitely getting used to its full potential. The only time you’ll
see me abandon by AC is to indulge in these two simple summer pleasures.<br />
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In celebration of two of my favorite summer pleasures, I
give you this simple recipe: Sriracha lime Salmon. It really is one of the
simplest dishes you can have on your weekly dinner rotation. It’s light and healthy, it’s
easy, it pairs wonderfully with summer veggies like zucchini, peppers and
squash. We’re in the peak of salmon season right now, so head on down to your
local fish market and load up; nothing compares to fresh, wild salmon.<br />
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I know what you’re thinking: “Preparing fresh fish is hard!!
There’s work involved!! All those little bones!!” I know, sweetie. There,
there. But if I can do it, you can too. Growing up, my dad was an avid
fisherman. He would go on an annual
salmon fishing trip with the guys every year and come home with pounds and
pounds of fresh salmon. I can’t recall if he personally filleted, skinned and
de-boned the salmon himself, but admittedly, I was slightly embarrassed when after
I got the fillets on my cutting board with the oven preheated and sauce mixed
and ready to go, I realized that I have never seen this done before. And not
only have I never seen it done before, I don’t even own a fillet knife (you can
only imagine how excited I’m getting to register for wedding gifts). So, I
present to you, Bobby Flay:</div>
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I mean, who doesn't trust Bobby Flay? I don’t want to tell
you how I managed to get the skin off the filet, but I will tell you that a
pair of tweezers works wonderfully for pulling out the little fish bones if you
don’t have pliers (again, REALLY excited for this wedding registry business).
After I prepped the fish, the rest was relatively quick and painless. Put the fillets in a baking dish, slather on the sauce and throw it in the oven. In less
than 15 minutes, you’re ready to eat! For the sides, I picked up some corn on
the cob, zucchini, red peppers and sweet onion from the farmers market and gave
them a quick boil and sauté (the produce is all from Swank Farms, a little
local farm from my hometown in Hollister, CA. Check them out <a href="http://www.swankfarms.com/" target="_blank">here</a>). If you like
your salmon a little on the spicier side, add a little extra Sriracha on top
for the last 5 minutes of the bake. Now, pour yourself a chilled glass of pinot grigio, plop yourself in front of the AC and enjoy.</div>
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<span style="color: #5f5f5f;"><span style="line-height: 11.95pt;">1 ¼ lbs
wild king salmon </span><span style="line-height: 15.933333396911621px;">fillets</span><span style="line-height: 11.95pt;">, skin removed and de-boned<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #5f5f5f; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 tablespoon pure
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zest, maple syrup, sriracha and salt. Place salmon in a baking dish lined with
parchment paper or foil; pour lime-siriacha-maple sauce over the top. Place in
oven and bake until cooked through and flaky, about 12-15 minutes. Sprinkle
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-25559449689892457892013-06-27T16:26:00.003-07:002013-06-27T16:26:37.332-07:00Lighten UpHave I told you that I am prone dishing out excuses? I think I did in my last post, but let me expand on this a little (*cough* Josue *cough*)... Whether I missed your party, didn't make a deadline, or haven't posted to my blog in four months, you can expect me to readily dish out any number of get out of jail free cards ranging from "I fell asleep" to "I dropped a cheesy quesadilla on my laptop" (that actually happened). So basically, what I'm getting at here is that I've been busy. This isn't a "shrug of the shoulders busy" it's a "my life is a whirlwind and I cant even remember to feed myself busy". I'll make it short and sweet:<br />
- I went on a Northwest Road Trip with Joe for two weeks at the end of March<br />
- I started training for and completed my first half marathon in May<br />
-Spring has come and gone and now summer is here and all I eat are salads and popsicles... Honestly, who wants to read a salad and popsicle blog? <br />
-Joe proposed to me on May 23rd (ahhhhhhh!) and now I'm engaged to the love of my life!<br />
And there you have it, I'm sorry, but cooking just hasn't been on my list of things to do between working, running and planning. I knew you'd understand.<br />
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However, in light of all the new things that have been going on over here, I've decided to expand my horizons a bit. I've decided that I will not commit solely to food blogging, but rather take on a little more of a "lifestyle" blog approach. I've got a lot of wedding DIY on my plate coming up in a few short months and I'd love to be able to share my adventures in craft, health and planning as the big day approaches. This doesn't mean dinner will be put on the back burner (nudge nudge), because those wifey skills are going to need some serious fine tuning. Just bear with me as I navigate trhrough these life changes and have fun with me as I try to make it look, taste and feel as pretty as possible.<br />
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So here we go... On to bigger and hopefully better things! Thanks for coming along for the ride, friends. xo<br />
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P.S. recipes coming soon, I promise!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-6690538954628541742013-02-15T13:38:00.001-08:002013-02-15T15:14:29.934-08:00Red Wine Chocolate Cake<br />
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Wow. I’m only a few posts along and I’m
already awful at consistently posting. Please, forgive me. I could offer up a
pile of excuses- I started training for a half marathon, my laptop has been flashing
the blue screen of death, I’ve had several migraine attacks, I had a root canal….
The excuses are going to keep coming I’m sure, so just bear with me...</div>
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Allow me to elaborate on one my excuses: last Thursday, I went to the dentist
for a routine exam and walked out with a referral to an endodontist for an
emergency root canal. YAY! I had never had a root canal before and I was <i>beyond
</i>over dramatic about the impending procedure the entire day. I’m talking tears, looking in
the mirror and imagining my smile without a tooth and sobbing, calling my
boyfriend to sob some more- the works. After three trips to the dental office
that day, I was finally able to go home, drooly-faced with (partial) tooth intact.
I’d post a picture of my numbed, paralyzed, puffy-eyed face, but you’re here to read a cake
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at the recommendation of my boss (TGIF!!) and was bored out of my mind by noon.
After exhausting all the fun one can have with chocolate pudding, Top Ramen and
Downton Abbey re-runs, I decided that I deserved a homemade cake. Since I had been having migraines all week due to said tooth, I was avoiding consuming any wine and chocolate
so as not to agitate the migraines any further. Well, it being my first day
migraine-free and only able to gum soft foods (sorry, over-dramatic) a RED WINE
CHOCOLATE CAKE was JUST the thing the <strike>doctor </strike>dentist ordered.</div>
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asked for a better prescription.</div>
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Making the cake, I was nervous and
unsure of what to expect… But, in my opinion, if the cake batter is finger-licking good, the end product will be amazing (note: this is not a guarantee). This cake was so rich, decadent
and simple it was unbelievable. A single layer chocolate cake, dusted with
powdered sugar, topped with fresh local raspberries, thick and creamy mascarpone cream and drizzled with warm raspberry sauce…. I’m salivating just writing
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Please note that the wine DOES NOT
completely bake out of the cake (I’m assuming that if you want to eat a
chocolate wine cake, you’re going to want to taste the wine anyway), so this
isn’t an appropriate cake for an office bake off or your nephew’s birthday
party, but it IS perfect for a night watching trashy TV in your sweats with
your girlfriends (which is how I enjoyed it). I also thought this cake would be
a perfect Valentine’s Day post and had full intentions of posting this
yesterday but then there was too much wine and cuddling to get to it (more
excuses). If you haven’t celebrated lovey-dovey day with your sweetheart yet,
do yourself a favor and bake this cake for the occasion. Your significant other won’t get
drunk from eating it, but you can certainly use the leftover wine for that. You can
thank me later.</div>
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Wine Chocolate Cake<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p> </o:p>Adapted from <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2011/09/red-wine-chocolate-cake/">Smitten Kitchen</a>.</span></i></div>
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6 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature<br />
3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar<br />
1/4 cup white granulated sugar<br />
1 large egg + 1 large egg yolk, at room temperature<br />
3/4 cup red wine, any kind you like*<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
1 cup + 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour<br />
1/2 cup Dutch cocoa powder*<br />
1/8 teaspoon baking soda<br />
1/2 teaspoon baking powder<br />
1/4 teaspoon table salt<br />
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Powdered
sugar for dusting<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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1/2 cup mascarpone cheese<br />
1/2 cup chilled heavy or whipping cream<br />
2 tablespoons granulated sugar<br />
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">1 pint fresh raspberries<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">¼ cup white granulated sugar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Preheat
the oven to 325°F. Butter and lightly flour the bottom and sides of a 9-inch
round cake pan, or spray the interior with a nonstick spray. In a large mixing
bowl, sift the flour, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon and salt
together and set aside. In a large bowl of an electric mixer, cream the butter on
medium speed until smooth. Add the white sugar and brown sugar and beat until
fluffy. Add the egg and yolk and beat well, then the red wine and vanilla (the
batter is going to look a little runny and unsightly- don’t worry). Mix the dry
ingredients until 3/4 combined, then fold the rest together by hand with a
rubber spatula. Spread the batter in your prepared cake pan. Bake for 25 to 30
minutes, or until a cake tester inserted into the center comes out clean. Allow
cake to cool in the pan for about 10 minutes, then flip out of the pan and cool
completely on a cooling rack. Dust the surface of the cake with sifted powdered
sugar to your liking and top with raspberries if you wish. The cake keeps best
at room temperature.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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together until soft peaks form. Dollop (and if you’re anything like me, I mean
very large spoonful) onto each slice of cake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><b>Make the
sauce:</b><o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Combine
raspberries, sugar and water in a small saucepan and cook on low heat, stirring
occasionally. Once berries have begun to break down, add cornstarch and stir
in. Continue to cook on low until berries have broken down completely. Remove
from heat and strain into a bowl to remove the seeds. Drizzle over individual
slices of cake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*I used a Zinfandel.
The more bold the wine, the more the flavor will pop.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*You can get
Dutch Cocoa at Whole Foods or any other specialty store. Don’t want to splurge
on the fancy stuff? <span style="background: white; color: #414141; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">You can use natural-processed cocoa and replace the baking
powder with 1/2 tsp baking soda.</span> I haven’t tried it though, so I don’t
want to guarantee any results. </span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-60987220795499041052013-01-14T23:49:00.001-08:002013-01-15T00:47:49.797-08:00Quinoa Stuffed "Southern" BellsWhat's better than a sweet roasted red bell pepper stuffed with melty, cheesy, meaty goodness? Maybe some crumbled bacon on top... Maybe a vegetarian version with quinoa.... Wait, what? <br />
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Yes I said it: vegetarian. Don't stop reading. I promise that this recipe will offer up the most amazingly delicious stuffed peppers you've ever had. Throw out your old recipe now.<br />
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I'm going to be honest with you right out the gate and let you know your chances of eating only one of these babies is zero to none. I've made it for my girlfriends on girls' night- gone. I've made it for my boyfriend and his friends - they ate every last bit, even after I admitted I purposefully omitted the ground beef. It's hearty. It's healthy. It's chock-full of flavor with quinoa and cheese and veggies. It's about to be on your weekly dinner menu.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George likes the peppers, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garlic fingers are my least favorite thing</td></tr>
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These stuffed "southern" bells are simple and easy to make (so long as you're good at chopping vegetables. I'm not.): Prep takes about 30 minutes (or an hour if you're anything like me with a knife), another 20-30 minutes to prepare the filling and about 50 minutes to cook the stuffed peppers in the oven. Feel free to sub or add any veggies you like. I like the "southwestern" flavor in this recipe so I stick with the ingredients you'll see listed below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quinoa-Veggie filling.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can try yellow or orange peppers, too.</td></tr>
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I'm also going to let you know that I've been known to cook and eat only the filling for dinner. I love cooking with quinoa and this is hands down my favorite way to eat it. If you're looking for new ways to eat quinoa (or just reasons to) this is a good recipe to start with. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quinoa Stuffed Bell Pepper with Side Caesar Salad. Also, I apologize for my poor quality iPhone food porn.</td></tr>
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OK, enough of this, here's your recipe!<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">Southwestern Quinoa Stuffed Bell Peppers</span></u><br />
<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">as adapted from a recipe found at <a href="http://www.goodlifeeats.com/2010/03/quinoa-stuffed-bell-peppers.html">Good Life Eats</a> as adapted from <a href="http://www.vegetariantimes.com/recipe/quinoa-stuffed-peppers-2/">Vegetarian Times</a></span></i> <br />
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<u><b>Ingredients: </b></u><br />
2 tablespoon olive oil<br />
1 medium yellow onion, chopped<br />
3 ribs celery, chopped<br />
1 poblano pepper or anaheim chili, diced<br />
1 tablespoon ground cumin<br />
2 cloves garlic, minced<br />
8-10 crimini mushrooms, stems removed and caps sliced thin<br />
1 – 15 oz. can of fire roasted diced tomatoes, drained (liquid reserved for cooking dish)<br />
2-3 large carrots, grated <br />
1 cup quinoa<br />
1 3/4 cups of water <br />
1 – 15 oz. can black beans, rinsed and drained<br />
1 1/2 cups grated pepper Jack cheese, divided<br />
4 large red bell peppers, halved lengthwise with ribs removed<br />
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<u><b>Instructions:</b></u><br />
Heat olive oil in saucepan over medium heat. Add onion, celery, and poblano
pepper/anaheim chili and cook until soft and onions are slightly translucent (about 5 minutes). Add cumin and garlic, and
saute for 1 minute. Stir in mushrooms and drained tomatoes. Cook 5 minutes,
or until most of liquid has evaporated.<br />
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Stir in quinoa, carrots, and 1 3/4 cups water (you may want more or less water depending on how much liquid was evaporated). Cover and simmer 20 minutes, or until quinoa
is tender. Add black beans, 1 cup of cheese. Season with salt and
pepper, if desired.<br />
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Preheat oven to 350°F. Pour liquid from tomatoes in bottom of baking dish. If more liquid is needed, add a few tablespoons of water (the peppers will absorb flavor from the tomato juice and will also be prevented from burning n the bottom of the dish).<br />
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Fill each bell pepper to the top with quinoa mixture, and
place in baking dish. Cover with foil and bake 40 minutes. Uncover and discard foil, and
sprinkle each pepper with remaining cheese. Bake 15
minutes more, or until tops of stuffed peppers are browned. Let stand 5
minutes before transferring to serving plates. Drizzle with pan juices if desired.<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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<b>Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Requests? I'd love to hear your feedback.</b></div>
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<b> Please don't be shy and leave me a comment or contact me via e-mail. </b></div>
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<b>Happy cooking! :)</b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-84087172895364286592013-01-01T21:21:00.002-08:002013-01-01T23:23:48.187-08:00Dinner Tonight: White Bean & Kale SoupA couple weeks ago, I got together with some girlfriends for a ladies night to prepare for the release of Les Miserables by watching the 1985 cast PBS special. Like every single time we get together, there was too much food. Wine, spiced apple cider, cheese, bruschetta, homemade cookies (there's a recipe I used that has been a hit all through the holiday season that I will have to share with you on another day)... But dinner, oh man, dinner was AH-MAZ-ING. I'm a huge soup fan. An addict. Three bowls is never enough. And with as cold as it has been lately, nothing made me feel as cozy and ready to cry my eyes out to the Les Mis soundtrack as this recipe for white bean and kale soup did. I must have bothered the chef, my friend Kaitlin, for the recipe every time I saw her since that night and I'm surprised she didn't just stab me with a fork to shut me up. She repeatedly insisted that there wasn't anything to it and it wasn't until she sent the recipe to me today <i>via test message</i> that I realized that there really<i> wasn't anything </i>to it (I mean, really, how easy can it be if the recipe can be summed up in a single text?). This is a fool proof recipe that you can experiment with and customize until you get a recipe and flavor that's all your own.<br />
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<u><b>White Bean and Kale Soup</b></u><br />
<i>(adapted from my lady-friend Kaitlin as adapted from YouTube's Gardenfork TV. This is a vegetarian soup, but you can use chicken stock instead if you'd like!)</i><u><b> </b></u><br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
1/4 cup of olive oil<br />
1 medium yellow onion, chopped<br />
4 cloves of garlic, chopped<br />
4 cans of white beans (with liquid reserved)<br />
2 containers of vegetable or chicken broth<br />
1 bunch of kale, de-vained and chopped <br />
1 block of hard cheese with rind, diced<br />
1tsp thyme<br />
1tsp oregano <br />
salt and pepper to taste<br />
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<b>Instructions:</b><br />
1. In a large stock pot over medium heat, saute the onions and garlic in olive oil until golden brown/translucent.<br />
2. Add the beans <u>and</u> the liquid from the can.<i> I used Cannellini beans, but you can also use Great Northern or any other white bean that suits your fancy. Now, let's imagine I'm not broke-ass and own a pressure cooker (thanks for cooperating)... Raw beans can also be used, but you want to be sure to reserve about two cups of the cooking liquid to add to the pot-o-soup.</i><br />
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3. Add vegetable broth. Reduce heat to low and simmer.<br />
4. While the broth and beans are simmering, de-vain and chop the kale leaves into bite sized pieces and add to the broth. <i>I used Dino kale, but you can really use whatever your little taste buds like.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Chopped Dino Kale. Have extra? Make Kale Chips or a Kale Salad with walnuts!</i></td></tr>
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5. Add spices and salt and pepper to taste. I won't eat anything without garlic salt in it so I threw that in too. Cover and simmer for 45 minutes, stirring occasionally.<br />
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<i>6</i>. Add diced cheese <u>and rind</u> to soup and gently stir until melted into the soup. This will add flavor and creamy richness to the soup. <i>Upon my friend's recommendation, I used a cheese I found at Whole Foods that after reciting the name over and over again while I cooked I of course forgot the name of it... It was a cheese similar to white cheddar with a cocoa rind and it is soooooo tasty. I almost ate the whole block before it made it to the pot. Anyway, use any hard cheese you like; Parmesan, pecorino romano, etc. But my friend insists that an interesting rind on the cheese will really add something special to the flavor of the soup.</i><br />
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<i><br /></i>7. Serve hot with a sprinkle of grated Parmesan cheese and enjoy with your favorite loaf of bread.<i> Please excuse my burnt garlic bread... Jeopardy got really intense and I kind of forgot about it until the smoke alarm went off.</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211293781098505620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536361737680852020.post-54400443653348140472012-12-30T22:59:00.002-08:002013-01-01T21:47:32.669-08:00Grammy's Apple Pie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here goes nothing! I have been attempting to blog for the past couple years with very little progress. The first time, I was just looking for an outlet, a place to write, but had nothing guiding my writing. I soon fell off the wagon and completely forgot about my unattended, poor, neglected blog. Last year, I revisited this idea but with a subject in mind. With Pinterest slowly taking over my life and the adoption of my Grammy's old avocado green KitchenAide Mixer, I had re-sparked my love of baking and cooking and was convinced that penning a cooking blog was suddenly my calling. I published one post and it had nothing to do with food or cooking. It took me very little time to become discouraged in my talents and resources as I tried to chronicle my cooking endeavors. Why weren't my dishes looking like the mouthwatering morsels I was stumbling upon on Pinterest and Foodgawker?!<br />
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I abandoned that blog real quick.<br />
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Now I'm back. New blog, and new confidence. I am not going to let the fact that I am a very amateur photographer with an iPhone limit my posts. I won't let the fact that I don't even own an apron stop me from trying new techniques in the kitchen. I am going to share all the delicious secrets I know, try new dishes, share my failures and more with you. I realize that if I have an outlet, and an audience to hold me accountable, I will continue to go one step further and try new things. You can also all watch me get rounder as I eat all these fatty treats myself, so hold me accountable for a salad or two while you're at it. <br />
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I thought it would be fitting for my first post to be a recipe for every one's favorite dessert: apple pie. More than that, I'm sharing my Grammy's recipe. My Grammy, Alice Rosa Oerman, was the most talented baker I will ever know and is the sole person responsible for introducing me to the kitchen. The recipe I'm going to give you was a staple at every holiday in the Oerman household (and because I loved it so much I even had to have it on my birthday). To true die hard pie fans, this isn't a traditional pie- it's a tart. But I will stand by it and insist it is the best G.D. apple pie you will ever taste. The pie crust is made from scratch and when I was a kid, Grammy and I used Macintosh apples picked from the apple tree by the barn on her two-acre plot in Hollister. Nothing brings back those memories of flashlight tag, the old grandfather clock ringing at 7:00pm and family laughter like the smell of this pie. There's never leftovers. People beg me for the recipe time and time again when I bring it to other gatherings and holidays. You're going to want to make this pie again and again and again. Trust me.<br />
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If you try this recipe, let me know how it goes. This is the first time it's been written out, step-by-step and I'd like to know what you have problems with or have questions about. If making pie crust from scratch frightens you like it used to frighten me, you can cheat and buy a frozen pie crust (that's what I used to do up until I became confident in my pie crust abilities). But let me tell you, NOTHING beats a homemade pie crust.<br />
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<u><b>Grammy's Apple Pie</b></u><br />
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<b><u>Crust </u>(makes two pie crusts)</b><br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
3 cups of flour, plus extra for rolling<br />
1 cup of Crisco<br />
1 tsp. salt<br />
8 tbsp. cold water <br />
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<b> Instructions:</b><br />
1. Measure flour, Crisco and salt into a large mixing bowl. Combine ingredients using either a pastry cutter or a fork (both methods work just fine. I grew up using a fork and it's still my preferred method of choice, although time consuming and carpel tunnel inducing. If you have a pastry cutter hand, do your wrist and fingers a favor and go that route). Continue to mash and mix the ingredients until the consistency resembles small crumbs.<br />
3. Gradually mix in the cold water and gently form a dough. Divide dough into two round balls.<br />
4. Lightly flour a flat surface and rolling pin with the reserved flour (I honestly just keep the flour bag within arms' reach so I can flour as needed).<br />
5. Roll out the dough out with a rolling pin on the lightly floured surface until it is about 1/8 of an inch thick. As you roll out the dough, occasionally rub more flour onto your rolling pin and check if
the dough is sticking to the surface and add a few
sprinkles of flour under the dough to keep the dough from sticking if necessary.<br />
6. Carefully place onto a 9-inch pie plate (I use the cheap tin pie plates you can buy with your spare change at the grocery store, like Grammy did, but you can also use your pretty glass pie plate if you have one). Gently press the pie dough down
around the bottom edges so that it lines the bottom and sides of the pie plate. Use a pair of
kitchen scissors to trim the dough, about 1/2 inch from the edge of the
pie dish.<br />
7. Using your knuckle on one hand and your index and thumb on the other, pinch the edge of the pie dough around your knuckle, working around the perimeter of the pie. This will create a simple, scalloped pattern (I have unfortunately never chronicled this with photos because I only have two hands, but I promise this is really easy.)<br />
8. If making two pies, repeat the process. You can also reserve the dough for something else (I love to make apple dumplings or cookies with it) or freeze it for later use.<br />
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<u><b>Apple Pie</b></u><br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
1/3 cup + 2 tbsp. of flour<br />
3 cup white sugar + more for pouring into crevices<br />
Sprinkle of cinnamon<br />
1 tbsp. of cold butter (NOT margarine), cut into 5 thin slices<br />
4-5 medium sized Granny smith apples, peeled, cored and cut into 1 inch slices<br />
Cold water <br />
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<b>Instructions:</b><br />
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.<br />
2. Peel, core and cut apples into 1 inch slices. They do not have to be uniform. I find myself cutting them into various sizes toward the end so they fit nicely into the crust. Keep the peeled apples in a bowl of cold water to prevent them from browning.<br />
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3. Mix the flour and sugar in a small bowl with a whisk until well-blended. Pour into the bottom of the pie crust and level.<br />
4. Place the slices in the crust, cut-side down, in a circle. Lay the apples in layers up to the edge of the pie plate.<br />
5. Fill all crevices with sugar and lightly sprinkle on top (This is an indeterminate amount of sugar. I just fill all the crevices and holes I see. If you know grandmothers, there's no such thing as too much sugar).<br />
5. Sprinkle cinnamon over the top.<br />
7. Place the 5 thin slices of butter on top of the pie, one in the center and one on each side.<br />
8. Pour cold water around the edges until it barely reaches the surface or you can just see it.<br />
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9. Place pie on a cookie sheet and bake on the center rack of the oven for one hour at 375 degrees.<br />
10. Allow to cool, cut and enjoy! (Also, please be sure to have a slice for breakfast. It's the best that way).<br />
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