Demented Ramblings

Yeah, I’ve been slacking on the blog lately.  I haven’t been cooking all that much lately due to some problems I’ve been having with my stomach.  Seems that my gall bladder has to come out, I’ve been passing stones as of late and I’m not enjoying it one little bit.  Food has been pretty minimalistic and functional.

Saturday, while spending the day shopping, we cruised into TGI Fridays for dinner.  It didn’t even register until the food arrived at the table, but I ordered Betty’s recipe from Top Chef.  I’m not the biggest fan of top chef, but there’s not much that I like on tv on wednesdays and I’ve been working on a knitting project.  Knitting equals sitting in front of the tv for a couple of hours each night, so Top Chef was the thing I watched this past wednesday.

I liked the roasted red pepper and tomato soup so much that I have to find the recipe and make a big pot of it myself.  Luckily, the good folks at Bravo and putting the recipes online.  Tuscan Portobello Melt is what they are calling the combo.  The sandwich is good, but the soup is wonderful.  I toasted a couple of quick open faced cheese sandwiches and they were just fine with the soup.  Pop even liked it, didn’t play it down as “so-so” like he usually does.

My bff Alton Brown almost scared me off of frying a turkey after I watched his “Fry Turkey Fry” episode.  But, I’m all paid up on my insurance, so I think I’ll give it a shot anyway.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you try to asphyxiate your guests.

This weekend was filled with experimentation for me.  Let’s start with the pumpkin.

Or not.  See, I went to the farmer’s market in search of pie pumpkins.  I was determined to give another shot to making a pumpkin pie from scratch, it’s been years since my first and last attempt (which was a miserable failure).  The guy at the market convinced me to purchase a couple of these guys instead.

Grey and knobby, but he swore it’d make an even better pie than the pumpkins.  This strange creature is a blue hubbard squash.  I seeded, peeled, cubed and steamed them, then pureed them.  Looked like baby poop.  Of course, that’s what pureed pumpkin looks like, so we were right on.

Out of that puree I made Ginger Pumpkin bread  (thanks Cumin and Coriander) and a pie and still have enough puree to do something else.  Plus I roasted up the seeds but they were gone by this morning.

I also made a big batch of chili.  I’d never made chili from scratch before, I think I prefer doing it a la chili magic because it comes out consistently good that way.  But, the men-folk rather liked my chili.  Pop deemed it “so-so” but ate 3 big servings.

Last christmas, my uncle and I were talking about his mom.  She was from England and made all sorts of things for him growing up that I’d never had.  He spoke of particularly missing her yorkshire puddings.  I made a mental note at that time to try to make them sometime soon and to invite him over.  When you are a procrastinator like I am, “sometime soon” quite often equates to 10 months away.

Today I cooked Alton Brown’s pot roast  and Jamie Oliver’s yorkies.  The pot roast was ok, but I think I’ll stick with my usual pressure cooker roast, it turns out tastier and more tender.  The olives and raisins made for a damned strange gravy too.  The yorkies were my biggest learning experience of the weekend.

Per Jamie’s directions, I put a half inch of oil in my muffin cups, preheated it until super hot, and poured in the batter.  Only the oil overflowed in the oven (use a quarter inch next time!) and smoked up the house like whoa!  Much coughing and wheezing ensued.  I opened the back door and put the fan in front of it.

How’d they turn out?  Evidently just right.  Well, huh.   However, I poured an entire box of baking soda into the oven to soak up all of the oil on the bottom of it.  I’ll finish cleaning that tomorrow.  I believe we’ll have a few days of leftovers to let me recuperate from my weekend in the kitchen.

The other night, as I was drifting off, I was struck with inspiration.  See, I’d just earlier that evening knocked the box of pins off my desk again and spent some time digging around the carpet with a flashlight hoping to find them all then and not later with my foot.  I know, a pincushion from the fabric store is darned cheap, but that’s not what I wanted.  I wanted something that was all me.

At first I thought I’d make a plush skull to put pins in, but then I thought “no wait, a skull base with a brain pincushion!  Perfection!”

While at a halloween store, I spied this little plastic skull, and only a buck fifty with tax.  Brought him home, cut the top of his head off and sanded the edges down so that they wouldn’t be sharp.

Then I plugged some holes in the bottom with hot melt glue and filled him with sand.  I topped the sand with a layer of glue so that I could work with the whole thing without worrying about spilling sand in the carpet.  (Did I ever mention that I’m a complete klutz?)

Next I took a piece of pink terry cloth (I know brains are actually grey, but I like pink brains) and a scrap of another fabric and made a small pillow stuffed with a little fluff.  I sewed crazy lines all over it and then attached the quilted fabric piece to one of those tomato pincushions.  I may not be thrilled with the looks of them, but I do like the nice heavy consistency.  Then I stuffed this down in the top of the skull.

Voila!

This was a quick project – maybe 2 hours start to finish and that was because I was figuring it out at I went.

Dad and I have been rather bummed since all of the Winn Dixie stores here have gone belly up.  This means no more Palmetto Farms Pimento Cheese for us.  It truly is the best brand that we’ve ever found and we’ve tried nearly all of them available in this market.

Over the weekend, I picked up a new cookbook, as I am wont to do.   It contains three separate recipes for pimento cheese.  I started with one, but wound up sort of combining them all, plus a little impromptu miracle whip thrown in for good measure.

Dad was very unsure about putting bacon into pimento cheese.  Good lord, I’d like to kiss whoever came up with that idea, sooooooo tasty.  Smeared on a super dark wheat bread, it is the best cheese sandwich around.

Tonight Rachel Ray made a beef stroganoff on 30 minute meals.  I believe that I may have to try to duplicate that one very soon.  It looked terrific.  Dad swears that he hates stroganoff, but the thing that he describes is nothing like anything that I’ve ever eated called stroganoff.  I’m thinking he had something more like ghoulash, tomatoes and sour cream?

I think I overdid it in the kitchen pre-bbq.  I didn’t cook anything for the next week and then took off on the road trip of love with the sweetest boyfriend for two wonderful weeks.  The only kitchen activity I really did during the vacation was the mixing up of a black bean salad on the night that we made dinner for our darling hosts.

Today though, I could no longer resist the call of the kitchen.  When some friends called, wanting to do something tonight, it was just the opportunity I was looking for.  Dinner guests!  So, I invited them over and whipped up a rather tasty meal.  It’s too bad that the boyfriend was busy and had to miss out, but he had his own great dinner of roast chicken and cornbread stuffing cooked by his own sweet mum.

The only completely new to me recipe was a vietnamese coffee granita.  Last night while channel flipping, I caught the Take Home Chef making a mango granita.  Mango was not quite what I had in mind, but this recipe was the first one that I came across after googling granita.  Plus, I thought it would be a nice complement for my oatmeal cake.  And so it was.  They were quite wonderful together.

A sort of new to me recipe was Martha’s Vineyard salad, but I’d eaten it before.  The same friends who were coming for dinner had served it to me years ago.  It turned out to pair nicely with my shrimp and not grits.  I also roasted asparagus and cooked some yellow squash.   I used that old southern method on the squash of cooking the shit out of it with a big amount of margarine, until it was all squishy.

It was a wonderful dinner, paired with a South Austrailian Chardonnay.  This was an “unwooded” wine, although I do not know exactly what that means just yet.  I’ll have to do a little research.

I think I like having very small parties even more than large ones.  I got to concentrate on just the two guests and spend all of the time with them.  However, there’s also something to be said for being surrounded by a dozen or so of your best pals.

Sometimes things don’t work out exactly as you planned.  I found a recipe for a roasted vegetable salad that sounded just scrumptious.  How could you go wrong with asparagus and red peppers?  Well, they weren’t the problem, per se.  The problem turned out to be the eggplant.

Folks have told me since that I overcooked the eggplant by a lot, but I was just following the directions.  The more I stirred and tasted this concoction, the worse it looked (and tasted).

I sure as hell wasn’t going to eat it.  I mean, just look at that brown lifeless puddle of goo.  And the vinegar was like a sharp pop in the nose with a stick.  I thought and thought about what I could do to rescue this since Dad argued with me about just throwing it away.  I most assuredly was not setting this dish out for guests though.

So, I picked through and pulled out the asparagus and peppers, also saving a few of the onions.  Made a bit of pasta to mix it with, and put a little catalina dressing on the whole thing.  It still wasn’t great, I won’t be making it again, but at least it was edible.  And at least it stopped looking like someone had already eaten and regurgitated it.

When I was a wee little girl, my dad used to bring home jellyrolls and share them with me. Cellophane wrapped sponge cake with raspberry jelly peeking out. I believe that they were from Kern’s bakery. I don’t know if Kern’s has closed up or isn’t as readily available around here or if they just stopped making jelly rolls, but I haven’t had one in years.

Sunday, when Mimi and I were checking out Jungle Jim’s, I saw a lovely jelly roll in the bakery there, all oozing with jelly. If I’d been in my right mind, I probably would have bought it. Instead I’d just been traumatized by a big dead eyeball staring up at me from the meatcase and my brain was all agoggle. In retrospect, I guess that’s much better than a live eyeball staring up at me from the meatcase, but that isn’t the point. The point is the cake.

Sunday night, I dreamed of cake. Not just any cake, multiple layers of golden yellow cake with raspberry jam between them. Rather like the jellyrolls of my youth, but not rolled. I saw a tower of thin layers and red jam.

Tonight I finally had enough energy after work to dive into this project. I used the 1-2-3-4 Yellow Cake recipe from The Joy of Cooking, making 3 layers. I sliced each of these layers in half, spreading raspberry preserves between each layer. Then I mixed a little Chambord with the remaining preserves and drizzled them over the top.

What we have here are six layers of love.

Several years ago, pop and I went through a summer of canning. We made a lot of jams that year: strawberry, blackberry, peach, apple butter. We also experimented with canning fruits (only the cherries didn’t turn out so well) and making our own mincemeat.

It’s just the two of us and we really don’t eat that many biscuits. Or, at least, I don’t. And he’s barely gone through half in the 5 years since we made it. These things don’t keep until the end of time, so I’ve been trying to think of ways to use up some of it.

I started googling for cake recipes using strawberry jam. Sparks’ birthday is coming up and I’m trying to find a nice cake to make for him. I found a recipe that practically screamed his name: peanut butter and strawberry jam cake with white chocolate peanut butter ganache. Sparks doesn’t really like nuts, except peanuts (a legume, I know) and loves peanut butter cookies more than any other cookie. So, this morning I set out to give this recipe a try.

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The other night when I ate the gazpacho straight from the fridge, it made me cold. Tonight, I popped it in the microwave just long enough to knock off the chill. Plus, I dropped a dollop of ricotta in the middle of it, adding a bit of dairy goodness and cutting the acid a bit. Hopefully, it won’t cause the reflux to act up too badly.

I’ve added a new section to my links. I’ve decided to keep links to the food blogs I’ve raided for recipes that have actually been used. One should definitely give credit to the folks who help them out.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here or not, but I hate tomatoes. Ok, so maybe “hate” is a bit too strong of a word these days. I am slowly acclimating myself to a tolerance of them, most especially if disguised. I love salsa after all.

Although Pop’s tomato plants have some sort of weird fungus (it makes the plants start dying from the ground up) we have a plethora of tomatoes. My auntie’s tomato plants have no such blight, so she keeps sending dad home with them. Way more than one man, no matter how much he likes them, has been able to keep up with.

So, today I put a rather large dent in his stash of tomatoes. I made pizza with homemade sauce (I make the best pizza ever) and gazpacho. The boyfriend even helped out with the gazpacho since he’d actually eaten it before and I had not.

My pizza sauce is made in the style of margerhita pizza, only then I throw lots of toppings on the pizza. Start with a few tomatoes, squeeze out some of the juice and seeds and chop them up. Then add a couple of crushed cloves of garlic, a generous pinch of kosher salt, and a splash of olive oil. Chiffonade some fresh basil and allow the whole thing to mingle for a bit before using.

I can barely stand to get pizza out anymore, I’ve ruined myself for it. I spread this sauce on a prepared pizza crust (like a Boboli crust, only I buy the Kroger brand), top it with lots of yummy things (shallots, mushrooms, roasted red peppers, olives, more basil) and several kinds of cheese. This is when I quite often clean out small leftover amounts of things from the fridge, like some kalamata olives that I’d bought a few weeks ago and a couple of feta stuffed hot peppers, just chop them up fine and spread them about. Yum yum yum.

As for the gazpacho, it won’t be truly ready until tomorrow. I used this recipe as a starting point. Of course, I never measure much of anything, and I left out the celery because I don’t care for it much. I did, however, add a bit of celery seed to the soup. Pop and I tasted it and agreed it was quite tasty, that will be tomorrow night’s dinner, along with a bit of garlic toast. Almost a healthy meal, if not for the garlic toast.

Best of all, I reduced the number of tomatoes rotting away on the windowsill and found one more way in which I will endure a tomato.