Reflections on my early quirks

I want to introduce you to a friend.

A friend who can claim that she has been in the same room with me numerous times when I have peed my pants from laughing too hard.

In fact, possibly every time.

Ok, so all of these moments of no self-control occurred between the ages of 13 and 15.

But still. Give the girl some credit.

When we were in seventh grade, I don’t think we ever stopped laughing. Maybe not in eighth grade either.

Her mom drove this awesome yellow station wagon, we dubbed the “Yellow Banana.” Our favorite activity in the YB?

Chinese fire drills.

If you could get around the car without peeing your pants from laughter, even better.

Not only was this friend the first friend to help me tap into my inner quirky, she was also my first foodie friend.

I didn’t know what a foodie was back then.

But this friend did.

She introduced me to Julia Child, Two Fat Ladies (I’m not being mean. That’s what they were called) and Gordon Elliott.

In her kitchen, we created food concoctions in front of pretend cameras.

A few years ago, I reconnected with her and was delighted to find she is still as quirky and charming as she was in Jr. High. She is an amazing mom of three beautiful children.

And she is still a foodie. She is the author of a lovely  food blog called Foodie House with Lauren.

Her latest post on Wild Alaskan Halibut will leave you salivating from her beautiful photography, but most importantly, you’ll want to try this otherwise intimidating dish because Lauren breaks it down so very well. You actually might be able to make it.  Or, if you are me, you’ll tell yourself you can make it…

I wish Lauren lived closer so that she could join us for Fire & Wine. But since she doesn’t, I’m glad she invites me into her Foodie House. It’s the next best thing.

Happy Follow Friday!

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Breaking news…

Are you ready for it?

It’s a big darned deal.

Ok, here it goes.

I, Queen of Quirky, poached my first egg with great success.

<crickets.>

I just don’t understand why no one is as excited about this as I am.

I even took the little guy, all dished up in a bowl, to Mr. Quirky, who was relaxing on the couch, to show him. He was all, “that’s nice, babe.” in this sort of flat voice with the slight hint of a question mark at the end.

What?! That’s all I get?!

I mean, at the very least I expected him to jump up and down with joy for my culinary achievement. And, it wouldn’t have hurt the cause to add to that with suggesting we pop a bottle of bubbly to toast the momentous occasion.

Harumph.

I guess these things are better off celebrated alone, on top of your leftovers. With a glass of box wine…

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Cassowhat?

I don’t speak French.

When I try, it’s a disaster.

But apparently cooking French inspired foods is a different story.

One with a very happy ending  for three Fire & Wine night gals.

I may not be able to pronounce “cassoulet,” but I can make one.

This Weekday Cassoulet courtesy of the Food Network’s Melissa d’Arabian was the perfect meal for celebrating the first cool night of the summer on the front porch with friends.

The smell sent Gertie over the edge so far that she didn’t know what to do, other than run around in circles and end up on the one forbidden couch of the house. What, Gert? Is nothing sacred?

DD Girl also ran around in circles when she smelled the savory aroma of the bacon, onions, Chardonnay and chicken. But I let her get on the couch. I’m nice that way.

We were joined by a new friend to Fire & Wine night. Foodie Jr. (named because of the fact that she is seven plus years younger than DD Girl and myself.) refrained from running around in circles, but only because it was her first Fire & Wine night and she didn’t know that odd behavior is acceptable expected. She’ll learn.

Even though this cassoulet takes many shortcuts, the depth of flavor is spot on.

But if you are going to make it, you have to pinky swear two things.

1. You will NOT use canned beans. You must make your own beans. The texture of canned beans would ruin the creamy factor that the beans give it. Trust me. No cans. Period.

2. You will NOT use store-bought bread crumbs. There was something about the unevenness of the the bits of bread that transformed this rustic French pot dish into a complex textural experience. Please do not sell yourself short. Make the breadcrumbs! (said in my most growly voice.)

So, I stuck with Melissa’s original recipe with just a few modifcations/specifications-

There was no slab bacon available, so I improvised with thick-cut bacon. Because this bacon produces more grease, I scooped out a good portion of the grease so that only a sheen was left at the bottom of my dutch oven before adding the chicken thighs. This kept the finished product from being overly greasy.

For the wine in the dish, I used an oaky Chardonnay. Usually in cooking, I prefer a fruity Pinot Grigio, but this dish called for Chardonnay. It just did.

Speaking of wine, I’m no expert, but I think it would be perfect with a Cotes Du Rhone. Although, we served it with box of Malbec because Fire & Wine night is classy that way.

Also, I used these amazing fresh tomatoes that came from someone’s  garden.  The someone is a member of Adam’s family.  I obtained said fresh tomatoes at this weekend’s family reunion, and like many things that took place there, I am unclear as to the person to give credit to. So, aunties, if you wish to claim your tomatoes, please do so in the comments. They were the perfect tart and juicy accompaniment for the crispy bread crumbs.

Because these tomatoes were so fantastic, I used two instead of the one it called for. Please understand.

Finally, we served this with a big pile of crusty French baguette. The pile of which was almost as exciting as the bacony broth we soaked up with it.

While she may not have known it was okay to run around in circles, Foodie Jr. aptly summed up the delectableness (It’s my blog. I can make up words.) of this meal: 

This is so amazing. I kind of just want to take the chicken out and gnaw on it for a while. I won’t eat the bone. I promise.

Bon apetite!

Ingredients

  • 4 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs, cut in 1/2 through the bone
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/2 pound slab bacon, sliced into large lardons
  • 1 large onion, chopped
  • 3 celery stalks, chopped
  • 2 carrots, chopped
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/2 cup white wine
  • 2 cups cooked Northern white beans
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 2 teaspoons dried thyme
  • 1/2 cup chicken stock
  • 1 tomato, sliced very thinly
  • Garlic Bread Crumbs, recipe follows
  • 1 baguette, sliced, for serving

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Rinse and dry the chicken well and season with salt and pepper. Let sit at room temperature for 15 minutes.

In a large Dutch oven, over medium-low heat, add the bacon and slowly render the fat. Remove the bacon to a plate when crispy, leaving the fat in the pan. Raise the heat to medium-high and add the chicken, skin side down. Brown the chicken on both sides and then remove to a plate. Add the onion, celery, carrots and garlic and saute until soft, about 5 minutes. Deglaze the pan with white wine and reduce by half. Stir in the beans, bay leaf and thyme. Nestle the chicken thighs and bacon into the pot. Add the chicken stock, cover and bake in the oven for 20 minutes. Remove from the oven, remove the lid and top the cassoulet with sliced tomatoes and the Garlic Bread Crumbs. Return to the oven and bake, uncovered, 15 minutes longer. Serve the cassoulet with baguette slices.

Garlic Bread Crumbs:

  • 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 3 slices slightly stale or dried bread, pulsed into crumbs in food processor
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

In a small saute pan over low heat, add the oil and the garlic. Stir until the oil is fragrant, about 1 minute. Toss in the bread crumbs and cook until the bread crumbs start to turn golden, about 2 to 3 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, to taste, and remove from heat.

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Oh you tart!

Us Fire & Wine girls really know how to tart it up.

Look mom, my first tart!

I was more than a little excited that my goat cheese & zucchini tart not only came out looking pretty good, but it tasted amazing. The crust was buttery and flaky and the filling was savory with hints of zucchini and pops of tomato, basil and goat cheese in each creamy bite.

I’m not going to lie. This is a lot of work. But it came together much faster and easier than I had anticipated.

The key is to organizing yourself in the kitchen before your start. (Isn’t that always the key? The French have some fancy term for it, but I just call it “get your act together.” )

For my recipe (And yes, I’m calling it mine because while I borrowed elements from other recipes, I put them together into one lovely little tart. But don’t worry, I’ll be giving credit where it’s due.)

 I’ll lay out the order of activities in the kitchen for you. I find this helpful.

A note on Fire & Wine:

One of the delights of Fire & Wine night is trying a new technique, recipe or food group each week. Sometimes it’s as “simple” as learning to put together a classic salad . Other times it requires leaving my comfort zone entirely.

These are the weeks I relish. Because they make me a better cook and help me push the envelope on what I’m willing to do.

Three years ago I told Virginia Willis I did not cook. I freaked out when she asked me to prepare her apple crumble for a morning news program we had pitched her on for her cooking demo with the American Royal. (She was going to prepare the crumble in studio, but needed a “finished product” to show.)

But Virginia was stubbornly insistent that I could do it. For whatever reason, she believed in me. (Also, she really needed that crumble.)

Since then, I have come a long way, both in my personal life and in the kitchen. I have channeled that spirit of cantankerous adventure in my cooking. Sure, I may fail. But even in my failures, I learn something.

So if you are new to Fire & Wine night posts, I encourage you to experience the joy that comes from taking a culinary risk in your own kitchen. I mean, you can always order a pizza in the event of a disaster.

Back to the show.

Time to get tarty.

First, make your crust*:

1 ¼ cups of all purpose flour

½ tsp salt

1 stick unsalted butter cut into ½ inch cubes

2-4 Tablespoons ice water

 In a food processor mix the flour and salt. Add the butter and pulse just until the mixture comes together in pea sized pieces. Add 1 tablespoon ice water at a time until the mixture comes together as a dough.  Remove from the food processor and shape into a disc. Sprinkle both sides with flour (or just place in parchment paper as I did), wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 1 hour.

 While the dough is doing its thing, start on your filling*

2 large zucchini

3 tablespoons butter

1 small onion

10 cherry tomatoes

2 tbsp chopped basil

1/2 cup of ricotta

2 eggs lightly beaten

2 tbsp chopped basil

2 ounces Goat cheese

2 tablespoons of milk

Salt to taste throughout

 Chop onion and set aside.

 Finely chop cherry tomatoes. Place in cheese cloth and strain. Set aside.

 Start to boil salted water in large pot.

 Grate1 zucchini into a bowl lined with cheese cloth add 1 tsp of salt.  Toss in salt and set aside to weep. (Don’t you weep, though.)

 Get out a cookie sheet or large plate. Line with paper towels.

 Slice remaining zucchini into rounds and blanch for one minute and spread out on the plate or cookie sheet.

 Go ahead and preheat oven to 365 degrees F.

 Wring out the cheesecloth with the grated zucchini to remove moisture.

 Heat butter in skillet. Remove a little bit of the butter for later.

 Add onions and cook until soft (5 minutes) Add grated zucchini.  Cook another 5 minutes. Remember to salt a little at each step.

 Transfer onion/zucchini mix to a bowl to cool.

 Remove the dough from the refrigerator and let sit for 10 minutes.

 Do dishes or tidy up.

 Then, sprinkle dough lightly with flour and use a rolling pin to roll out to a 12 inch circle about 1/8th of an inch thick. Gently fold in half and place in tart pan.

 From this process on out, it did not go smoothly. There was a lot of dough manipulating to get my dough into the tart pan and smoothed out evenly. It wasn’t perfect, but it tasted good. I was pleased.

 Poke bottom of crust with fork and place in the oven for 8-10 minutes (until golden, but not brown.)

While it’s cooking, return to the bowl with the cooling zucchini and onion mixture. Stir in tomatoes, almost all of the goat cheese, ricotta, basil and salt and pepper into bowl. Fold in eggs.

Add milk if you think it needs it to thin a bit.

Mix all ingredients well to incorporate.

 Remove crust from the oven. Cool for a few minutes.

 Place a layer of zucchini rounds at the bottom of the crust.

 Pour in mixture.

 Top with more rounds (you can get decorative if you don’t have enough to cover the entire top.)  Sprinkle with remaining goat cheese.

 Bake 40-45 minutes

 Remove and brush top with the leftover butter.

 Cook again for 20 minute, or until golden brown.

Served with a mixed green salad tossed with leftover green beans, olive oil and balsamic.

*Credits:

Crust – Recipe courtesy of

Italian Food Forever.

Filling- inspired by Saveur’s Zucchini Tart with Feta and the Italian Food Forever fillings.

So go, get your tart on! That’s an order from Queen of Quirky.

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Uncommon cures for the cold

It was the best cold I ever had.

Forget chicken noodle soup.

Apparently, next time I get the sniffles I need: a road trip, a box of Kleenex, two PHD student gal pals, jello shots and a Dave Mathews concert.

 In that order.

I came down with fresh cold symptoms the morning of my planned trip.

Mr. Quirky tried to convince me to stay home.

I whacked him over the head with a pillow. (Because I’m living up to my violent reputation lately.)

Are you kidding?! It’s freaking DAVE MATHEWS! No way am I going to miss this. I mean, for Pete’s sake, we are driving to Wichita to see this show. (No offense, Wichita. I had never been to your fine city. And no offense, Pete, whoever you are.)

Besides, I thought, it’s not that bad. It’s just a little bit of drainage and the sniffles. I’ll be fine.

Famous last words.

At 2 p.m., after killing a few brain cells (and not the virus) watching the monstrosity that is The Kardashians, the girls showed up.

Because I had totally invited myself along for the ride via a Facebook status exchange (Oh, you’re going to Dave? Yes please. Sign me up!), I volunteered to sit in the back of Brightside’s 2-door Honda Civic.

I instantly set up shop.

Not wanting to alarm my new car buddies about my symptoms, I gave them the same line I gave Mr. Q.

I’m just a little snotty.

At the half-way mark, my condition was rapidly disintegrating.

This.is.not.good.

I suggested we stop for some water, and I meandered over to the pill popping portion of the convenience mart.

I selected something that said “extra strength” and looked like it handled most of my symptoms.

No problem, I thought. I’ll just pop this and will feel better in no time.

In no time at all, I was hacking up a lung, sneezing on the minute and my tissue supply was quickly depleting due to the frequency of nose blows.

What was happening?!

At this point, you’d think my friends would have pulled over and left me and my Kleenex in the Flint Hills.

But this is where traveling with smart science girls came in very handy.

“Oh, it’s just the expectorant,” KRuss nonchalantly pulled out of her brain.

WhaWha?

My bio-science pals explained what was scientifically happening to my body due to the gas station pills I popped.

My PHD pals were also not the least phased by the snotty mess in the backseat. (I was apologizing in between coughs and sneezes)

As fate would have it, our *very fancy hotel was located a stone’s throw away from the local hospital. I was secretly relieved, thinking that worst case scenario, they could roll me out of the car and still make it to the Dave show.

Upon check-in, the lady in fact asked me if I was visiting for health reasons. (I’m guessing they get a lot of visitors this way.)

I responded that despite the looks of my condition (I was holding my Kleenex box and I had just sneezed), I was not planning on visiting the hospital…but let’s not get too hasty.

Dinner and a few more Kleenexes later, we were ready to take on tailgating Dave Mathews Concert style.

Only suddenly the sky looked a little like this.

So, we changed strategy.

Cooler was brought into the backseat with me, and cargating commenced.

Brightside’s console was turned into a bar for the lovely jello shots she prepared for us.

And like the true trooper I am, I soldiered on.

Taking my jello shots like a champ.

Fighting back the pain of my throat, the snot in my nose and the ringing in my head.

(Also it the jello was just really cold when this picture was taken.)

Sometimes you just have to man up.

This was one of those times.

And see? Look how much better I felt!

I mean, come on, how can you feel bad when you are here?!

The concert itself was hands down the best Dave show I’ve ever seen.

And completely worth every last tissue I stuffed into my purse to survive the show.

Unfortunately for my partners in crime, Dave won’t be performing for them on their sick beds.

I guess it’s time to make another batch of soup and start delivering…or maybe jello shots?

Concert, car and ominous sky photos courtesy of Brightside’s camera. Virus courtesy of Gencon. And selfish infliction of contagious germs courtesy of Queen of Quirky.

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