Thursday, May 27, 2010

Une Petite Pomme: Primetime Wrap-Up



Well, I somehow made it to the KATU studios yesterday morning through the torrential rain and a morning bleakness that would suggest mid-winter not end of May...on-time. (Yes, I know. Big accomplishment for me.) Could there be any more main thoroughfares under construction in our fair city? Gads....

I am so appreciative that the kind AM Northwest producer and hosts invited me back again for a second cooking segment. "Thank you. Thank you." I'll let you be the judge of how it went but luckily, still no nose picking, no cursing like a sailor. Kind of tried to make a funny joke about Dave Anderson, the host, cutting his hand which didn't really come off good or bad. (When I'm nervous, I tend to think I'm funny and crack bad jokes.)


(If you do not see a video screen right above this sentence, click here to be directed to the actual video on the AM Northwest website.)



Afterwards, I drove straight to Crema and ordered myself up a good, stiff drink. Whew.....



All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Une Petite Pomme: Potatoes and Green Beans for Primetime



This post goes out to all of you kind, generous souls humoring me by requesting prior knowledge of my next AM Northwest Primetime appearance. Well, I'm here to tell you that I will be on tomorrow, May 26, at their 7:00 pm time slot on: Channel 2.2, if you don't have cable, or Comcast Channel 302 or Verizon FIOS Channel 464. For those of you not in the Portland area who want to check out the "big event," I'll post the link to it on Thursday. My actual appearance will be in the mid- to second half of the show.

I'll be making green beans with caramelized shallots which are to die for. I can't get enough of them. And with green bean season almost upon us, this is a good recipe to have handy. You can find it here. I'll also be making the fingerling potato recipe I've listed below. Even my sweetie loves this dish and he's kind of like our "Mikey." You know if he likes it, well.....it's got to be good. Isn't that right, sweetie?



Fingerling Potatoes with an Apple Cider Vinaigrette
(A twist on the ole German Potato Salad)

I have alluded to making these potatoes before here but since I'll be showing how to make them on the show tomorrow, I needed to get an actual recipe down on paper. So here it is. I served them just last night with grilled sausages and steamed garlic spears and received rave reviews. As for the garlic spears, they were new to us. They had a mild taste like an artichoke. I don't think I would serve them as a side dish again but I think they would be fantastic as an appetizer with a little garlic aioli.

Ingredients:
3 lbs (or approx 8 cups) fingerling potatoes, cut into fairly uniform 1" sized chunks
1/4 tsp kosher salt (or sea salt or whatever salt you have on hand)
2 tbsp apple cider vinegar
2 tbsp shallot, peeled and minced
1 tsp Dijon mustard
5-6 tbsp olive oil

Before you start doing anything with your potatoes, mix together the salt, vinegar and shallot in a medium-sized bowl (I like to use a 4 cup pyrex measuring cup.) Set aside and allow to "macerate" or "pickle" if you will, while you take care of the potatoes.

Put your potatoes in a large pot and fill with enough water to cover them completely. Add a pinch of salt if you'd like, cover and bring to a boil. Once boiling, reduce your heat a bit and cook for 10-12 minutes. Test with a fork at 10 minutes to see if the potatoes are tender.

Gently drain the potatoes into a colandar and let cool just a bit. While they are cooling, finish your vinaigrette. Mix in the dijon mustard. Then, while continuously whisking, slowing pour your olive oil into your vinegar and shallot mix. You want to do this slowly so the ingredients emulsify or blend together.

Transfer your potatoes to a large bowl (or back in the pot, which is what I do to cut down on dishes,) pour the vinaigrette over them and gently stir your potatoes just until they are evenly coated with the dressing. This recipe can easily be cut in half and it's just as tasty cold. Enjoy.

Yield: 8 servings

All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Thursday, May 20, 2010

A Marinara Sauce to Lighten a Heavy Mind

Marinara Sauce for a Heavy Mind


I sent my 10-year old off for Outdoor School this morning in the pouring down rain and deafening hail with a few tears and a little bundle of cookies. His apprehension was breaking my heart. My ever-so-cool and sporty guy is always very reserved about showing his true feelings. I could tell he was a little concerned about the whole trip since he appeared downstairs at 6:30 am, dressed with his coat on and a most concentrated and serious look painted on his face. Do you think he could sense, even in his sleep, that I had awoken at 4:30 am to the sound of rain pounding on my roof and spent the next hour and a half visualizing him sitting around a campfire, shivering like a wet dog, because he refused to put on the rain coat that we'd packed? This is what we mothers do to torture ourselves. And I know he was up at 6:30 am since I had finally hauled my bleary-eyed self out of bed at 6:00 am to make the aforementioned cookies I had promised to pack in his sack lunch. Why would I promise that? I don't even like to bake!

Day 137


When I used to drop his older sister off at preschool, as soon as it was time for me to leave she would melodramatically burst into tears as if she would never see me again. The first few times this scene pulled at my heartstrings but quickly, it became just too over-dramatic. I would find myself fighting back the urge to call out, "Oh, for crying out loud. Pull yourself together, girl and get in there. I'm outta here." With the 10-year old, he was always more subtle. When I would turn to go, he would look at me with those deep, crystal clear brown eyes and say quietly, but with all the seriousness a 4-year old could muster, "So, are you leaving me here now?"

I know I've said this before and yes, I stole this line from my dear friend, Mara, but it bears repeating, "I should have been born Catholic I have so much guilt."

Buds and Blossoms


When I feel overwhelmed by maternal guilt, I can barely focus. Everything I had planned that day tends to go by the wayside as I let myself be consumed by thoughts of the forlorn child I left behind. Even knowing full well that he has most likely moved on and doesn't even remember his own mother's face let alone that he has reduced her day to guilt ridden amblings. Between squalls, downpours and hailstorms, I set out to check for damage in my yard...the first of many amblings. Branches and leaves littered the lawn. The beds that had been "weed free" thanks to a Mother's Day gift from my chickens and my sweetie were once again bearing a 5 o'clock green shadow. And then, out of the corner of my eye, my chive plants caught my eye. They were filling in again. There were even tiny little buds at their tips. And there, behind them, the first little blossoms on my climbing rose bush. So pink. So tiny. And further on, my herb boxes were starting to fill out. The oregano was almost spilling over the side. It was at that moment, trying to decide what I could make for dinner that would use up some oregano, when I put my worries about my sweet boy out of my mind and focused on something else.

oregano


While humming about to Summertime (wishful thinking) and stirring my marinara sauce, the phone rang. I picked it up and heard my out-of-breath boy say, "Hi Mom. How are you doing?" (Do you see how I've trained him to always, always ask me how I am before saying anything else? I mean, what could be more important than finding out how your mother is doing?) "I'm good. How are you doing? Are you having fun?" And then in a tone of pure, genuine joy he says to me all at once, "Oh, Mom, it's so fun. We just had dinner and we got to make our own hamburgers and we had rice crispy treats and Lay's. And we get to have cabin time and we named our cabin. And now we get to do singing and have a campfire. It's so fun. And the weather's been perfect. Cold but clear. I can even see blue sky now. It's so much fun, Mom." As he's speaking to me I find myself trying to swallow the lump in my throat so relieved I am that he's having a fabulous time. Do you see what motherhood does to us? One minute we're crying with them because they're sad. The next minute we're crying because they're happy. I know that somewhere along the way I'd been warned that the process of letting them go wouldn't be easy.

I'm so grateful that my guy spends his school days under the caring attention of an extraordinarily gifted educator. One who also happens to be my friend. And one who, in her infinite wisdom, knew I needed that phone call.


A Marinara Sauce to Lighten a Heavy Mind
Adapted from Marinara Sauce, Pasta and Co. By Request

I've been making this marinara sauce for years. The recipe comes from Seattle's original take-out foodshop, Pasta and Co. I really haven't made any changes to it other than using fresh herbs when I have them and sometimes I'll cut the wine in half and use chicken broth for the other half. Just cuz. This is a perfect sauce to make on a weeknight. It's super quick and you can use it so many ways. This particular night I served it over spinach raviolis but you could put it over straight pasta or saute up some chicken and spoon the sauce over that. Truth be told, my kids weren't thrilled with the ravioli choice but they scooped up the sauce and ate it like soup....it's that good. Also, one last note, this sauce should have a bright, almost tangy flavor. It's not meant to taste like a slow cooked one but feel free to add a pinch of sugar if it's a little too tangy. PS: This sauce freezes beautifully so feel free to double it and stick some away. I rarely do but maybe you're more organized than me.

Ingredients:
3 tbsp olive oil
3/4 tsp dried basil or 1 1/2 tbsp fresh
3/4 tsp dried oregano or 1 1/2 tbsp fresh
1/4 tsp red pepper flakes
2 garlic cloves, minced
2 cups dry white wine (or 1 cup white wine and 1 cup chicken broth)
1 28-oz can crushed tomatoes (sometimes I use diced if that's what I have on hand)
1/2 tsp salt or to taste
optional: 1/2 tsp sugar

In a large, heavy saucepan, over medium heat, saute basil, oregano, red pepper flakes and garlic in olive oil for 1 to 2 minutes. Be careful not to brown the garlic.

Add wine (and chicken broth, if using) and simmer for 10-12 minutes until all the alcohol has evaporated.

Add tomatoes. Cover partially. Simmer over low heat for about 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Taste the sauce. Add salt to taste. Decide if you need to add a bit of sugar to mellow the acidity of the tomatoes and round out the sauce. If you do add the sugar, stir it in and simmer 1 to 2 minutes longer.

Enjoy.

Yield: 4 cups

PS: If you're looking for the cookie recipe, click here.

All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

Spring Cleaning Scramble

Spring Cleaning Scramble


The flurry of activity from the weekend is over. Everyone is back to his corner of the city for the weekly routine. I absentmindedly reach over to pick up a pair of scissors jutting out from under the couch. I walk over to the set of drawers with the fading labels and pull on the handle of the one marked, "scissors, hole punch and stapler." Inside I find clay, glue, oil pastels, crayons, tape, a pencil and a bell, but not one pair of scissors until I deposit the ones I'm holding. With a bit of a sigh, I push the drawer back in and recall a time when those drawers actually held exactly what appeared on the labels...back when I cared. Back when I was known to stay up until one or two in the morning, organizing, purging, labeling, cleaning, painting, rearranging. I think it's safe to say that my sweetie is a very...very...patient man. Actually, I take that back. He's not patient at all. Perhaps it's that he is wise to the ways of women and knows when to stand back and let me work through the frenzy.

Day 135


I pull up my email in-box and wait for the new messages to load. Glancing down the list, the one entitled, "Spring Cleaning: Day One" catches my eye. I open it up, glance at the thoughtful advice and then, promptly delete it. I can't even keep up with regular cleaning. The thought of "spring cleaning" just overwhelms me. I recently confessed to my mother, my sister and one of my oldest, dearest friends who is a frequent guest in my home that the impendence of their arrival no longer spurs on a flurry of home projects. Where before there would be flowers and decorations reflecting the seasons along with a well-scrubbed house, now, well....oh sure, I clean the toilets (I have boys after all) and I may do a quick little sweep of the kitchen floor, make the beds and fluff a pillow or two but after that, it's more like, "Good to see ya. Here's a glass of wine. Let's sit and chat."

Day 124


You know, the great irony is that my home may no longer be the pristinely clean and perfectly organized place that it once was but I find I'm more relaxed (which means my sweetie is more relaxed.) I enjoy my time with my guests more. Maybe it's that spring seems to come more quickly with each passing year (Didn't we just pull all of these spring weeds?), and I recognize that I must decide exactly how I want to spend my time. And, I've decided that I want to spend my time with my guests enjoying a home cooked meal, a glass of wine and their company.

Roasted Spring Vegetables


Looking for inspiration for the evening's dinner, I pull out the crisper drawers in the fridge. Still having the "spring cleaning" article on the brain (old habits die hard), I recognize that the contents of these drawers could use a little purging. Grabbing the bundle of asparagus that is a bit past its prime, a half a shallot, some potatoes rolling around in the back, some eggs, a couple cloves of garlic and a bag of mushrooms from last weekend's Farmer's Market and drawing on the recollection of a favorite "Egg Scramble" I loved at a diner in Eureka, California....I whip up my own "Spring Cleaning Scramble" and place it on the table for dinner along with some toasted, day-old bread. As we inhale the medley of spring flavors, we chat about our day. What's coming up in the week. And, for some unknown reason we seem to linger a little longer at the table than usual. It's then that I decide that this is the kind of spring cleaning I love. The kind I can handle. The rest of it....eh....

Spring Cleaning Scramble



Spring Cleaning Scramble
While I confess that I am not a huge "egg person," I do love this dish which can be made with any veggies you may have lying around in your fridge....peppers, broccoli, zucchini, tomatoes....you name it....scramble it up. This particular evening I made this with mushrooms but I've also made it without them and it was lapped up just as quickly (maybe even more quickly by certain family members.) Also, I find that there is nothing like potatoes browned in a cast iron pan but for a weeknight, I'm picky about how much clean-up I have to do. For these potatoes, I followed Pam Anderson's inspiration for using a non-stick pan and her steam/saute method of cooking them up. I hope this recipe will inspire you to do a little spring cleaning of your own refrigerator to make room for all the berries that are just about to hit the markets.

Ingredients:
4 tbsp olive oil, divided below
a bundle of asparagus with "tough" ends trimmed off (or snapped off like I do)
1 small onion, quartered, white, yellow, red, whatever you have
1/2 lb of shiitake mushrooms (optional)
2 c diced, fingerling potatoes, Yukon Gold or any other thin-skinned potatoes you have lying around
1/2 shallot, chopped (or 1/4 c onion)
2 garlic cloves, sliced
kosher salt and pepper
3 tbsp water
8 eggs (two per person)
3 tbsp milk
1 tsp butter (optional)

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. While your oven is heating, prepare your asparagus, onion and mushrooms. Lay them in a single layer on a cookie sheet or two. Drizzle a tbsp or two of olive oil over your vegetables. Using your hands (or tongs) mix them around to ensure that they are coated with the olive oil but not drenched in it. Laying them back out in a single layer, sprinkle them well with kosher salt and pepper. Put them in your heated oven to roast for 15 -20 minutes, stirring halfway through. You want the asparagus browned but not blackened, tender but not mushy.

While your vegetables are roasting, prepare your potatoes, shallot and garlic. Place them in a non-stick skillet, along with 2 tbsp olive oil, 3 tbsp water and a sprinkling of salt and pepper. Cover and steam over medium-high heat until the potatoes are just tender about 2-3 minutes. Remove the lid and continue to cook until the liquid evaporates and the potatoes are lightly browned about 6-8 minutes longer.

While your potatoes are cooking, prepare your eggs by cracking them into a medium bowl and lightly beating them along with the 3 tbsp of milk. (Don't ask me why but I always put a bit of milk in my scrambled eggs.) Sprinkle in some salt and pepper.

Once your potatoes are done, spoon them into a bowl, tent with foil and set aside. Turning the heat to low, add one tsp of butter to your already warm skillet (or forgo the butter and just rely on the magic of the non-stick surface.) Once melted, add your eggs. Allow the eggs to set slightly on the bottom and then, cook on the lowest heat, stirring almost constantly. Although, I would take a second here to pop that day-old bread into the toaster. Cook the eggs to your desired doneness...usually 3-4 minutes for me. They continue to cook even after you've turned off the stove.

At this point, it's time to ring the dinner bell and call the troops to the table. On a side note, I did recently acquire a cow bell just for this purpose. No one seemed to pay any attention to me before when I called everyone to the dinner table after slaving away over a hot stove. It's amazing how the extremely loud, incessant and annoying sound of the cow bell seems to bring everyone to the table...quickly...even those people trying to hide from me in the woods. Once they've arrived, hand everyone a plate, tell them to load up with the veggies, potatoes and eggs and mix-it all up on their plates. Toss them each a piece of toast, set some salt and pepper on the table and you're good to go.  Dinner....check. Refrigerator cleaned out...check. Family fed...check. Dishes...pending.

Yield: Enough to feed a family of 4 and one person who still insists on eating like a bird

All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Friday, May 14, 2010

Une Petite Pomme: The First Ever La Pomme de Portland Dinner Party

Braised Halibut with Mushrooms and Leeks

I simply must tell you about one of my dear, dear friends and an entertaining endeavor she took on. She recently had a dinner party. For three families. Including all offspring. Before I go any farther into her story, let me stop and ask you, "Aren't you impressed with just these details I've given you?!" Three families! Including kids! For dinner! I find that we seem to be at an age where nobody is doing much entertaining. Remember all those Christmas parties, "wine club" parties, block parties, progressive dinners, Birthday dinners, drinks on the deck, kick-off to camping barbecues?? Nope. No one's doin' them anymore. We're all just too dang tired. So the fact that my dear friend actually threw a dinner party, during this frenetic stage of life, leaves me duly impressed.

herbedgoatcheese

But wait, there's more. She didn't serve frozen lasagna and a Caesar salad from Costco. No. She made everything. From scratch. And to top it off, each and every recipe was from right here. From La Pomme. I feel quite honored and thank goodness I didn't exactly know what she was doing ahead of time or I would have felt a tad bit stressed out, worrying about the caliber of my recipes I've posted here and whether or not they are dinner party worthy. When I hooked up with her afterwards, she flashed me one of her beautiful, infectious smiles (the fact that she was still smiling is saying quite a bit) and shared with me that the party had been a huge success. The dishes had been so simple to prepare, so delicious to eat and....quite healthy to boot. Even the kids had enjoyed the offerings.

cinnamon-apple crostata x2

So you can share in the astonishment OR perhaps throw a dinner party of your own, I give you her La Pomme de Portland Dinner Menu:

Herbes de Provence Goat Cheese Spread

A Simple Salad

String Beans and Caramelized Shallots

Braised Pacific Halibut with Mushrooms and Leeks

Cinnamon Apple Crostata


ginger & garlic stirfry

I also feel compelled to share with you that another friend let me know that she made the Ginger and Garlic Stir Fry and her kids ate some particular veggies in that dish for the first time. Veggies they had not been willing to try before...and loved them.


Day 122

And then, just the other day, another friend told me that she made the Pasta e Fagioli Soup I recently posted but instead of pasta, she used cheese tortellini. Her kids lapped it up. And another friend's husband proclaimed after she made him this same soup, "Well, we're never going to have that again, are we?" "Why not?", she asked. "Because I really liked that." She and I have the same problem of making things that the whole family loves but then, never making them again simply because we can't remember what we made. And so the hubbies, much to their dismay, never see that tasty dish again.

Thank you Kim, Laura, Suzi and Tammy for sharing your culinary adventures with me. I love hearing about them but then again, I love food....actually it's more than love. A small obsession is more like it...

Happy Weekend to All....wherever you may be!!



All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Lettuce Wraps Extraordinaire....

Day 129



I can recount the exact moment I fell in love with lettuce wraps. You see, I have this one particular cousin. And I should tell you, I don't have many cousins. No. I have a handful of cousins...well, two...that I actually grew up with and attended high school with and then, there's a handful that I really only know through stories told to me by my parents, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles and somehow through these stories being told I feel as though I know them and then, like I said, there's the "one particular cousin."

She had the singular distinction of being the "first born" grandchild. The one who paved the way. The one we all looked up to. The one who never had to sit at the kids' table. The one always privy to the "adult conversations." I remember one Christmas when she pulled a candle out of her stocking and gave my Granny a knowing look. They smiled at each other and then, Granny hushed her when she saw me looking her way. I wanted to say, "It's ok. I know the truth about the big guy." but I could sense that this moment was just for them. She always seemed so much more knowledgeable about life in general than my adolescent-self. More worldly. More sophisticated. I always found myself watching the way she styled her beautiful mane of hair. The way she ironed her suits for work. The way, after purchasing those suits, she would take the time to re-sew each button on more securely than it was when she had purchased it. The way she kept her dinner parties organized on index cards. I always wanted to read whatever she was reading. To live in the hip apartment on Vista just like her. To sip red wine from a glass and mimic Julia Child while cooking with my husband. And, all of us younger cousins didn't each just look up to her....no, we went to her. We went to her with our problems, our questions, our concerns both big and small...and she always took us in. What that must have been like...to be the one everyone turned to.

Day 93

And then, as often happens in our transient country, she moved. And, she moved far. From Portland to Atlanta. We promised to call each other....which we did for awhile. We promised to visit....which we did a couple of times. And it was during one of those trips back to see her when she and her hubby took us to the new, highly sought after restaurant, P.F. Chang's...back before P.F. Chang's were as plentiful as Starbucks. We dutifully waited the two hours for our table and then, upon being seated, we were treated to a round of appetizers that included lettuce wraps, crab wontons and myriad of sauces. I found it all so divine. I couldn't get enough. When Portland finally opened its very own P.F. Chang's, my sweetie and I would frequent that restaurant over and over just to have the lettuce wraps and every time I would recall the first time I ever had them...with my cousin. But then, for no real reason, we stopped going to P.F. Chang's. And, for no particular reason other than the undeniable fact that life gets busy, we stopped flying back to Atlanta and my cousin and I talked less frequently on the phone.

Day 113


I realize that the feelings toward social media, run the gamet from love to hate. As Betty White, in her own sweet way, put it on Saturday Night Live, "I wouldn't say that people on [Facebook] are losers...but that's only because I'm polite." Well, nevermind her...think of me. The product of a military family with many moves leaving me with friends scattered everywhere. Me, with parents who continued moving even after those military days were over. Me, with cousins on both coasts and siblings in different states. I have been so grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with people that would have been lost to me otherwise. To be able to have a glimpse at the grown-up person I only knew as a child. What she has become. Where he has made his home. To be able to connect with cousins and siblings both near and far. And even those newer friends. The ones I see day-in and day-out dropping off our daughters at dance. Spending hours together back-stage. You think you know them...or her, in particular....this stunningly beautiful corporate woman....when really, you find out, you don't know her at all. Through little social media "sound bites," you find out she's an incredible cook which you never knew. In fact, she loves to cook and is often posting photographs of her culinary creations. You start to look forward to these bits of inspiration and when she posts a recipe for lettuce wraps, you know it's time to try one.

So, as I made my dear friend's lettuce wraps, I thought about how much we share with people face-to-face. How well do we really know one another? How much do we share in a two-sentence post while we're alone...behind a computer screen? I think about our need to be connected. The reasons why social media outlets have become insanely popular. I think about my cousin. That I can once again have a little glimpse into her life. What she's doing. Where she's going. And, I take comfort in knowing, that she's over there...reading what I write over here. Telling me how much she looks forward to it. I am so grateful for her presence, once again, in my life.

More lettuce wraps....



Lettuce Wraps Extraordinaire
Recipe created and then, kindly shared by Tina Ho

First off, I should tell you that my dear friend, Tina, is not going to like that I referred to her above as "this stunningly beautiful corporate woman" but she is, so ignore any comments she may leave that says otherwise and tell her to just graciously accept the compliment. Second of all, her lettuce wraps are absolutely divine. Better than P.F. Chang's. I think my 5-year old summed it up best when he said after inhaling his, "I don't know what that was....but it was yuuuummmmyy!" And thirdly, for whatever reason, when I made these I also made a pot of brown rice and rolled that up in the lettuce leaves as well.

Ingredients

Filling:
1-2 tbsp olive oil
1 medium shallot, chopped (or 1/2 c onion or green onion)
1 lb ground turkey (or finely chopped chicken breast, ground chicken, ground pork, shrimp, tofu, etc.)
Salt and pepper, if desired
3-4 tbsp oyster sauce (I used 3)
1-2 tbsp soy sauce (I used 2)
1-2 tbsp sugar (I used 1)
1/3 c dried wood ear mushroom that are pre-sliced into strips or dried shitake mushrooms
2 small bundles of bean thread noodles, found in the asian food aisle or asian grocery stores (approx 3 cups of soaked, drained and chopped noodles)
A couple heads of romaine, iceberg or butter lettuce leaves, washed and dried

Sauce:
5-6 tbsp of hoisin sauce
4 tbsp peanut butter, smooth or crunchy (I used smooth)
3 tbsp hot water
chili paste or siracha sauce to taste (optional)

Begin by washing your lettuce leaves and then, roll them up in a clean kitchen towel and set them aside to dry. I used the organic romaine hearts you can get at Trader Joe's.

Next, soak your mushrooms and noodles in hot water for 15 minutes in separate bowls. (I used the water from my "insta-hot".) Then, rinse, dry and and chop up your mushrooms. And, rinse, dry and chop up your noodles to about 1 inch long. (I "dried" my noodles by rolling them up in a bundle between a couple of paper towels.) Set aside.

While your mushrooms and noodles are soaking, mix up your sauce. Put the hoisin sauce, the peanut butter and the hot water in a bowl and stir to combine. Adjust by adding hot water to make it thinner if you prefer. Add chili paste, if desired. Set aside.

Heat your olive oil in a medium skillet and cook shallot until golden, about 5-6 minutes. Add your meat, season with a bit of salt and pepper and cook until nearly done, another 6-8 minutes. Add oyster sauce, soy sauce, sugar and cook another 5 minutes. Taste and adjust flavorings as needed. Add chopped mushrooms and cook another 5 minutes. (I have to admit that even though I had my mushrooms ready to go, I didn't put them in at the last minute, because there are a few in our family opposed to fungi and I couldn't afford to make a "second" dinner for them if they refused to eat this first meal. I'm not a huge fan of "short order cooking" but sometimes it's necessary.) Add noodles and turn off the heat. Mix noodles in with meat and flavorings. They will cook quickly and soak up excess moisture from the meat mixture. Don't overcook noodles or they may liquify.

To assemble these heavenly creations, take a lettuce leaf, spoon on some sauce, (spoon on some rice if you made some out of habit like me), spoon on the meat filling, eat and enjoy. Scrumptious...I loved them with the turkey but I'm thinking I may try shrimp or ground pork next time just for kicks.

Yield: Enough for a family of 5 plus leftovers.



All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010

Monday, May 3, 2010

Pasta e Fagioli Soup for a Tired Mind

Day 122


It's only Monday and yet, I woke up exhausted. The kind of exhausted that hits you to the core. I thought, "Gads...I need a weekend to recover from the weekend." Somehow I managed to drag myself downstairs and throw lunches together for my children. The standard fare...peanut butter and jelly, grapes, a couple of cookies, some water. Under the circumstances, it was the best I could do. After setting the finished lunch boxes on the counter, I started making my way around the house to open all of the blinds. Growing up, I would watch as my mother would put down every blind in the house in the evening and then, reverse this daily ritual in the morning. I seemed to have inherited it. This closing down or opening up our home every evening and every morning. As I pulled back the curtains in the living room, my eye caught the ever-growing flock of weeds in my flower bed. They almost seemed to be taunting me as they waved back and forth in the windy weather. Right next to them was the patch of proliferating clover that seems to be taking over my lawn. I sighed, looked at the rain pouring down and thought, "Not today."

Day 121


For the first time in weeks, everyone was off in his own corner of the city. No one was home sick. The house was silent. Out of sheer will power I hopped up on the elliptical machine for 30 minutes hoping that might give me a burst of energy. As my legs went around and around like a gerbil in a habitrail ball, I watched a recorded episode of Parenthood. I realized I must really be losing my mind be tired because I cried through the whole thing especially the part where the father says to his teenage daughter, "You're right. There is a double-standard and it's not fair. But you're my daughter. And......life's not fair." I thought about the time in high school when I was at a friend's house. Her parents were away and we were hanging out there with her older brother and his friends when suddenly my Dad shows up and yanks me out of there. At the time I was mortified and thought he was over-protective and nuts but now, of course, I realize he was just trying to keep me safe.

Somehow I managed to tackle the stack of bills, the "overflowing" email in-box and fetch my youngest ones from school. But then, when it came time to tackle dinner, the will-power started to wane. Too tired to go to the grocery store, I stood at the door of the pantry praying something would pop out at me. We'd had pizza last week more times than I care to admit. I couldn't serve it again.  I spied a half used box of orecchiette pasta and some canned beans on the shelf. Grabbing those, the gears in my mind slowly started to turn. In the fridge, I found some pancetta left over from last week's big day. An onion on the counter. And, out on the deck, were my newly planted herb boxes just waiting to be put to use.

herbs


As I laid our dinner of Pasta e Fagioli soup, greens with a homemade vinaigrette and some "day-old" bread I had livened back up with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top and a quick run under the broiler, I was relieved that I wasn't putting pizza on the table...again. Watching my family enjoy this simple meal, I reminded myself that, even at our most exhausted, it's amazing what we can come up with if we just take a moment to look around and see what's there.

Pasta e Fagioli Soup


Pasta e Fagioli Soup
Inspired by Giada De Laurentiis' recipe of the same name 

I have been making this dish for years and my kids love it. I tend to fall back on this when I can't think of  anything else to make because I usually have all of the ingredients in the house and it's so simple to put together. I always make it with kidney beans but I suppose you could switch those out for another kind such as cannellini beans if you would prefer. I have a little herb garden that I keep year round on my back deck so I always tend to have fresh herbs around (unless an ice storm has come through and killed everything) but you could definitely use dried herbs if the fresh aren't available to you.

Ingredients:
4 sprigs of fresh thyme
1 med fresh rosemary sprig
1 bay leaf
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp of butter
1 cup chopped onion
3 ounces pancetta or bacon, chopped
2 garlic cloves
8 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth
2 (14 1/2 ounce) cans red kidney beans, rinsed and drained
3/4 cup penne pasta (or any other "smallish" shaped pasta)
freshly ground pepper
freshly grated parmesan cheese


Directions:
Heat a large, heavy saucepan over medium heat. Add your olive oil and butter and heat until butter is melted. Add your onion, pancetta and garlic and saute until the onion is tender and transluscent about 5 minutes. Add the broth, beans and herbs. Cover and bring to a boil over high heat, then decrease the heat to medium and simmer until the vegetables are very tender, about 10 minutes. At this point, using tongs or a slotted spoon, pull out the stems from the herbs and the bay leaf and discard.

Add your pasta, cover and boil, until pasta is tender but still firm to the bit, about 8 minutes.

Season your soup with pepper. Ladle into bowls and and sprinkle with parmesan cheese. Enjoy.

Yield: 6 servings or so



All original text and photographs copyright: Carrie Minns 2009-2010
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