tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242549092008-07-16T23:31:51.001-04:00When Ilana Met PantryIlanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-55939979595065932302006-11-14T11:15:00.000-05:002006-11-14T11:20:29.945-05:00Haven't forgotten you... or Tom.Hi, folks. Well some of you may be wondering where the heck I've been. My head has been all over the place lately and so I've decided to dip into other sources for foodie inspiration. My current musings are found on my <a href="http://bloggingmakesyoufat.blogspot.com">other blog</a> and you are welcome to dip in and out of there and here to see what I'm up to.<br /><br />I haven't abandoned this project at all. In fact, I find that I make up recipes using the ingredients I already have at home. It is getting colder and darker out there so the more I spend time in front of the warm stove, and not strategically zigzagging around my neighborhood for ingredients, the better. Tom's philosophy of use-what-you-have has been my inspiration for it all.<br /><br />xoxo<br />IlanaIlanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-41631088102657655732006-10-28T16:48:00.000-04:002006-10-29T19:10:04.466-05:00The Season for Soup<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today was one of those days that you wanted to stay inside -- it was windy, and rainy, for a bit. A day that cried out for soup!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">125. Potato, Watercress and Nutmeg Soup</span> - </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >*Soup*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This soup is one of the 'jazzed-up' potato soups in CL. It is, indeed, just the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >basic potato soup</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">recipe, with the inclusion of nutmeg, and then watercress at</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">serving</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like the other soups in this chapter, Tom doesn't use a ready-made stock as the base. Instead, the 'stock' resulted from the sweating of the initial ingredients. These were chopped onions, garlic and salt in a little bit of olive oil.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, the chopped potatoes were added with some grated nutmeg, and a little bit of water is added.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/000_0311.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0311.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This was left to simmer for 20 minutes until the potatoes were close to falling apart. At this stage, a bit more water can be added to get the desired consistency. I didn't end up adding that much more water since I added more than enough in the beginning.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tom says to make the soup cute and 'two-tone', it would be a good idea to chop up the watercress extra finely and kind of swirl it into the soup. I was mechanical enough to get it chopped extra small -- that's what a mezzaluna is for -- but not enough to really get the swirly action going. Here's my honest attempt at 'cute':</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/000_0316.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0316.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, nevertheless, it was delicious. A hearty and feel-good soup to warm the soul on a crappy day outside. The sun soon came out after we ate the soup, and that truly reflected my mood. :) Thanks, Tom!</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-45862698029826619702006-10-26T19:05:00.000-04:002006-10-27T09:36:29.496-04:00It looked pretty...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I usually have high hopes for dinner. I think that my meal is going to be so fantastic that Rafa will do one of those silly dances seen in musicals and cry from every rooftop how remarkable his wife is. I'd be Wife of the Year. Erm, that doesn't happen. Which is not to say that Rafa doesn't appreciate my cooking at all - it's just that there are certain things that he doesn't like, actually many things. I have been dying to cook out <em>Cupboard Love</em> but haven't found the inspiration at all because I'm running out of the recipes that are begging to be made. Also, our dinner schedules have been complicated as Rafa usually works very late, which would mean, if we ate together, I'd have to wait until then to eat, or we would eat in shifts, but then that would only be worth it if the food was cold to start with or able to be reheated OR if it is something we both like. As you could see, complicated stuff. Dinner shouldn't be that complicated. And this coupled with the feelings I get every once in a while that my life is meaningless and I'm wasting it away and I can't get out of the vicious circle of overeating and feeling like crap about how fat I look ....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">haha, sorry for that. But really, blogging is a lot cheaper than therapy! LOL.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So....... back to dinner. We had some leftover sausages from Nigella's <em>One-Pan Sage-and-Onion Chicken and Sausage</em> (FEAST), and I thought it would be cool to jazz them up a bit with a relish from Tom's <strong>Junk Food </strong>chapter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">124. DIY: Make your own sweetcorn relish</span></strong> - *Junk Food*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tom writes that this relish <em>makes</em> a burger, more so than the <em><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/04/burger-licious.html">dill sauce</a></em> I had made earlier in this project. Well I didn't have any burgers, but taking some inspiration from the hot dog vendors around these parts, a relish sounded like a good topping for some sausages. I don't eat sausages, so this meal was for Rafa. (You'll see what I ate further down below.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really didn't know what to expect from this relish. Usually, relish is a pretty generic term for a kind of pungent topping. But, I wasn't sure if it would be spicy, vinegary, sour, salty, etc. See, even though this is a DIY recipe, implying that it is something one could purchase somewhere, I had never heard of nor seen sweetcorn relish. But then again, I'm not really a toppings kind of person. So, I was cooking blindly, and I also had no idea how Rafa would react to it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On to the process: You first blanch some frozen (or fresh) corn in a lot of boiling salted water. That didn't take very long, and after draining the corn, I put it back in the pan. To this, you add sliced onions, some chilli (I used just a dash of chilli flakes), white wine vinegar, salt and sugar. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0302.jpg" border="0" />You let this boil on a high heat for about five minutes, and then you lower the heat and let it simmer for 20 minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While this was going on, I got started on the thickening agent. It was basically just mustard powder, corn starch and water all mixed together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0304.jpg" border="0" />After the relish had its simmering time, the mixture was added to thicken up the sauce. This boiled on a medium heat for another five minutes so that relish would get glossy and thick.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0305.jpg" border="0" />And that was it. It was then just a matter of putting it on the desired meat of choice. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0308.jpg" border="0" />I really thought it looked pretty. It was shimmering and sticky at the same time. I tasted a little bit of it, and it was sweet and had heat. Definitely a punch. As you could see, I put a lot on Rafa's sausages. And though he said it tasted nice, it overpowered the actual meat. Rafa said that he had a hard time actually tasting the meat. Hmmn, should have exercised the 'less is more' style of plating up. Well I could not really argue with that; I saw what he meant after tasting the relish again. So it was not a hit at the Ilana-Rafa household. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't think this recipe is a total waste, because it really is tasty, I am just not sure what it should accompany. I'm thinking maybe a simple chicken breast that has been sauteéd in olive oil and nothing else. That might actually be pretty good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well I promised to show you what I ate. I was quite proud of myself because had about four things cooking at once and was quite pleased that I was able to be in control. Here is Bill Granger's <em>Spaghetti with Garlic and Spinach. </em>I think it may be from his new book, but I got the recipe from the UK Delicious, November 2006.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/000_0309.jpg" border="0" />It's a very basic and delicious recipe. All you do is boil up some spaghetti, or linguini, in my case, and in a separate pan fry some garlic slivers in olive oil and then add white wine. The pasta goes into the oily sauce with some baby spinach (yes, we can eat it again!), and then is topped with parmesan at serving. It was lovely and really flavorful even though not many flavors were added to the pasta. It was a bit on the oily side; but that's not a bad thing necessarily. With the heating in my apartment, it tends to get pretty dry, and this was great at moisturizing my lips. LOL. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></p>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-77879544567681699242006-10-20T10:00:00.000-04:002006-10-20T10:11:21.441-04:00Life in the fast lane!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/me%20and%20rafa%20in%20car.gif"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/me%20and%20rafa%20in%20car.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ilana and Rafa are proud to announce a brand new addition to their family -- a <em>Cool Blue</em> Honda Accord!!! The bouncing new baby did not come into this world without complications; steep insurance rates, various trips to the non-borough, Staten Island.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I've realized I've become the worst back seat driver!!! Why are drivers in New York completely maniacs??! I mean, do they <em>want</em> to really kill themselves and everyone else around them?? I'm not too sure if getting a car is good for my mental health. Now instead of being crazy, neurotic, paranoid Ilana, I am now crazy, neurotic, paranoid Ilana with a car. I hardly slept last night and this morning, even though I was horridly late to work already, I still found time to go out of my way to check on my new baby as it slept among the falling rain of early morning. She looked OK, but there was a fat van parked eerily close to her, just nearly touching her pristine license plate. Rafa and I are both anal-retentives -- oh, what fun are we! -- so I fear we're going to turn into those people that won't let others eat in our car, come in with wet boots, etc. Well only time will tell.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With this new car, I hope, will come new freedom, so if we feel like driving off to the 'country' for a weekend, we can. I hope we get to do that.. I don't want it to be one of those things where we say we will do it, but never do. Like in <em>When Harry Met Sally</em>, when Sally tells Harry how her and Joe always said they would fly off to Rome on a moment's notice or make love on the kitchen floor, but they never did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey, now we'll be able to fly off to Ikea on a moment's notice. So watch out for the next installment of the <em>Magical Culinary Tour: Ikea</em>... hahaha.... no, I'm not kidding! :)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-25335312471039175332006-10-16T20:27:00.000-04:002006-10-16T20:29:44.830-04:00A woman can't live by one blog alone...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I've done it again -- made risotto! Check it out <a href="http://www.bloggingmakesyoufat.blogspot.com">here</a>! </span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-15903961579129344792006-10-14T17:05:00.000-04:002006-10-14T17:24:03.784-04:00Gold in a Bowl<span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Continuing on with my color-themed thread titles, I am indeed cooking by color as my lunch today was lovingly golden.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The luminscence of my dish comes from the gorgeous spices of India.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">123. Spicy Potatoes and Cauliflower (Aloo Gobi)</span></span> - *Indian*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I had some cauliflower leftover from the soup, so thought it was smart to use it up for this recipe. As with many Indian dishes, the spices were left to develop and then the rest of the ingredients were added.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So, I heated up some light olive oil and butter in a non-stick pan. Then, I added cumin (Tom says to add cumin seeds, but I didn't have any), garlic and ginger. I let these fry for a minute or so, and then I added garam masala, turmeric, salt and chilli flakes. For the heat, Tom recommends green chillies actually but I am a woose when it comes to spicy foods. Then some chopped waxy potatoes go in along with some chopped cauliflower. Finally, water is added along with tomato purée. This is left to simmer covered until the potatoes are tender, and the aloo gobi is finito!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/100_3131.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/100_3131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I topped the aloo gobi with chopped parsley and waited for it to cool down a bit so I can dig in. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This is really lovely and with a nice spicy kick. Did wonders to my sinus infection! LOL! Tom says this could be eaten cold for a retro potato salad in the summer. I'm inclined to agree with him. This dish is fierce and would be welcome at any type of occasion.</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-54030365560896070942006-10-12T15:37:00.000-04:002006-10-12T20:27:49.673-04:00BETA is bettah'!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/new-blogger-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/new-blogger-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey fellow Bloggers! I switched over to Blogger Beta recently and just love how easy it is to customize the page and other little things. You will notice the <strong>Chapters and more... </strong>sidebar that I created. It has links to all the posts organized by CL's chapters, so if you're in the mood for soup tonight, for instance, you could link up to all the posts of the soups I have made in <em>Cupboard Love</em>. Anyway, lots of lovely features, and I'm recommending it not because Google needs any more money, they have enough already!, but only because it makes life easier for technophobes such as myself!! Enjoy!</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-89562078788334808202006-10-12T11:54:00.000-04:002006-10-12T15:36:48.832-04:00Really yummy bread!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I find that my search for the perfect bread can be equated to my search for the perfect pizza slice. I think it is because when bakeries get it right, they get it really right, and the same goes for pizzerias. The search also includes the home. When it comes to baking bread or making pizza, I want to better anything I could get outside. Ay, there's the rub. I live in a great city where it is easy to get a great slice of pizza or loaf of bread; and I bow down before these manufacturers of heavenly delights because I know, as hard as I try, I can't recreate the best. But I try...</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night I was home. Feeling sick, I really was in the mood to bake a loaf of bread. I have never attempted the basic white bread loaf before, so I thought that'd be a good recipe to try. I used Tessa Kiros' <em>White Milk Bread</em> recipe from <em>Apples for Jam</em>. The bread was different from your typical loaf as it contained melted butter, honey, eggs, and milk. I love eggy bread -- my favorite at-home creation is challah, and I'll blow my own Shofar by saying it is darn tasty!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well Tessa's bread did not disappoint!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/102_3122.jpg" border="0" />The crust was crunchy, the insides were soft and warm. Perfect with some butter!! The only bad thing about baking bread is that it doesn't seem to keep for very long. I cut up two generous slices this morning and spread some lovely Finnish strawberry jam in between. I had this for my breakfast at work with some vanilla soy milk. YUM! I think I need to add this bread to the items I'll make as holiday gifts.<br /></span><div></div>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1160491956744002382006-10-10T18:30:00.000-04:002006-10-10T18:56:34.316-04:00Nigella reads my blog....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.... or not. But I found it funny how in the 2nd episode of <span style="font-style: italic;">Nigella Feasts</span>, Nigella walks into Murray's cheese shop. For those that don't know, it is a mecca for cheese enthusiasts around the world as literally every type of cheese is there. I have to admit I have never been there -- cheese I like, but it doesn't do it for me. If it wasn't for my pizza addiction, I think I could happily live a cheese-less life. Plus, Murray's isn't exactly known for its mozzarella, which you could find everywhere!! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so Nigella walks into Murray's and instantly focuses on a huge chunk of gorgonzola.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You will remember my <a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-bad-bleu.html">aversion to gorgonzola</a> and how I said at the end of my blog that day that you wouldn't catch me dead at Murray's shop -- that I'd happier go to Magnolia Bakery, its Bleecker Street neighbor.<br /><br />Here's Nigella holding that brown Norwegian cheese I can't ever hope to spell or pronounce properly. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/1600/nigella%20on%20tv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6589/2960/400/nigella%20on%20tv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I guess if I ever have the fortunate chance to bump into Nigella on the street here in NYC, it won't be outside of Murray's. LOL.<br /><br />Speaking of which, talking of celeb sightings, yesterday I saw Dennis Leary. Why is it always that I see celebs I really don't care about in the slightest --- Isaac Mizrahi, Mila Kunis, Andrew McCartney!!! --- but I never see Chris Martin or Clive Owen or Ewan McGregor or Colin Firth or... mmmmm. Where are they hiding??</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1160357016896630122006-10-08T21:12:00.000-04:002006-10-10T10:55:27.273-04:00Marigold<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sunday was all mine since Rafa was working at the hospital. I was getting better at having three meals throughout the day, and I wanted to include a nice and healthy soup for lunch.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">122. Leek and Potato Soup (Cauliflower and Saffron variation)</span></strong> - *Soup*</span><br /><br />The variation of the soup is very similar to the <a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/virtuous-soup.html">original</a> apart from some key role changes. For instance, the part of the leeks was played by cauliflower, onions, dried mint and saffron.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3098.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />All of these ingredients braised in a bit of milk until soft. It turned a gorgeous creamy yellow color right away.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/soup.0.jpg" border="0" />Then, the potatoes were added with some water and left to boil until very soft. I checked for seasoning, and the soup was done.<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/cauliflower%20and%20potato%20soup.jpg" border="0" /><br />I ate it while watching Nigella Lawson's second episode of Nigella Feasts. It was really good to chill out, watch quality entertainment on the Food Network for once, and have some nutritious soup.<br /><br />The color of the soup was beautiful - yes, quite like marigold - and it evoked a lovely Middle Eastern flair, with the hint of saffron and mint. I have to admit, though, I do prefer the original version, but that is indeed a matter of taste. I liked the smoother texture that cauliflower can't really give.<br /><br />I am really making headway in the <strong>Soup</strong> chapter! I think I only have two or three left to go... Who would have thought I liked soup so much! I really have to give it, though, to this chapter. So many recipes and not one that tastes anything like the other. Good job, Tom!</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1160054042232704602006-10-01T08:48:00.000-04:002006-10-05T09:14:03.636-04:00Picky Eaters Club: Month 6<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it's been six months, so that marks the official end to this project.. see ya!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haha, just kidding. Ok, Month 6, definitely better than Month 5, but still not up to scratch. This time, I made 7 recipes!! And here they are, in particular order. ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-bad-bleu.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">115. Penne with Gorgonzola and Walnuts - *Pasta*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/virtuous-soup.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">116. Leek and Potato Soup - *Soup*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/opa-sandwich.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">117. Halloumi, Rocket and Tomato 'Club' - *Toast*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/says-he-i-prefer-chicken.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">118. Aubergine Tikka - *Indian*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/il-bastardo.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">119. Tomato, Bacon and Onion Sauce (Amatriciana) - *Pasta*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/vegetarian-soup-in-disguise.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">120. Chickpea, Bacon and Mushroom soup - *Soup*</span></a><br /><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/09/vegetarian-soup-in-disguise.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">121. Chickpea, Bacon and Mushroom soup (soup pasta variation) - *Soup*</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This month I learned that I hate gorzonzola, but halloumi ain't too bad! As gorgeously as I disguise vegetarian food, Rafa will always prefer meat recipes -- and in that vein, chorizo makes a good subsitute for bacon! That's a tip for any of you that toss all night contemplating if it would. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Although I am about 80 recipes until the end of the book, the end of each chapter is drawing closer. In fact, I am only three or four recipes away from finishing the <strong>Pasta</strong> and <strong>Soup</strong> chapters! I think my goal for the next few months is to focus on the ethnic dishes of the <strong>Junk Food</strong>, <strong>Indian</strong> and <strong>Thai</strong> chapters. I feel I have neglected those recently.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Thanks to everyone still reading this blog. :)</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1159228363406232702006-09-25T19:33:00.000-04:002006-09-26T12:12:15.856-04:00I need a Toblerone I.V.!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I woke up shattered this morning. My eyelids felt they were scotch-taped to my face, my head was hazy, I was not in good shape. I shoulda known better. I partied and binged all weekend, and now I was paying for it. In a 24 hr period, I had consumed an entire 20 oz. bottle of Pepsi, about 9 cupcakes, almost an entire bar of Jacques Torres' dreamy milk chocolate.... Whenever I do this to myself, which isn't that often, I usually feel awful afterwards. The amount of sugar and caffeine is too much to handle, and then I get up the next day looking for my next fix. On the train this morning, all I could think about was diving into a huge swimming pool of melted milk chocolate. I wanted it baaaaaaad!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I needed to resist, because it is a slippery slope from here. Tonight, I needed something sinful after dinner. I had tons of temptation all around me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 bar of toblerone</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the rest of the Jacques Torres' milk chocolate bar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the rest of the cupcakes (about three or four)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">about five bars of Green and Blacks chocolate, in different sinful flavors</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I decided to be strong and made a dessert in a class all by itself...</span><br /><br /><div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3078.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Caribbean Breeze<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">I layered all the non-naughty things I loved; greek yogurt, juicy nectarine slices, <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Honey Bunches of Oats </span>cereal, dried cranberries and honey. It was marvelous, and no, there's nothing Caribbean about it, especially not the <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Honey Bunches of Oats</span>, but it kind of gave me that feeling like I was on some island, coming back from the beach all sunkissed, wearing terry-cloth clothing and feeling all 'toyt' (Austin Powers reference); why is it on vacation that we feel so much skinnier than we really are. Must be something in the water. Anyway, this little creation was just spectacular. And I'm not missing my chocolate..... much.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">**Shameless Self-Plug - Hey, check out what I had for dinner <a href="http://bloggingmakesyoufat.blogspot.com/2006/09/risotto-that-goes-maa-maa.html">here</a>.</span> </div></div>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1159150039380798902006-09-24T21:57:00.000-04:002006-09-24T22:09:24.693-04:00So I saw about some meat...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I figured we needed some variation and meat in our diet, and it gave me an opportunity to be inventive in the kitchen.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pollo Casero con Pisto y Arroz</span><br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I first seared a couple of chicken breasts in some garlic olive oil. I put them to the side and added onions to the hot pan. Once the onions browned a bit, I added tinned plum tomatoes, a chopped small zucchini and salt. Once the sauce reduced a bit, I added the chicken pieces on top, and sauteéd them with the lid on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I made some lovely saffron rice to go with it. It was delicious. I hadn't let on to Rafa that it was actually </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >pisto</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> that I made, because I wanted to see if he could recognize my efforts as the same dish he grew up with in Seville. He knew what I was all about, and he didn't give up that he was hot on my case until after he finished eating. He said the pisto tasted just like his mom's, and that is the best compliment a mama's boy could ever give! :) He got meat and a helping of some of mama's cooking.</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1159064215887477652006-09-24T10:09:00.000-04:002006-09-24T09:48:33.360-04:00The Vegetarian Soup in Disguise<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I could happily live a vegetarian life. Don't get me wrong, there are times when only a big hunk of meat will do. Usually it is during barbecue season when all I could envision is my brother-in-law's beautifully spiced filet mignon, so rare it's still quivering. But, for the most part, I find myself eating vegetarian dishes; there just seems to be more variety there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Rafa wouldn't happily live a vegetarian life - in fact, he'd view it as a malnourished one. Of course I'm not surprised, he growing up in the country of meat. For Christmas, they would have a huge side of a pig in their chicken, ready for carving for impromptu jamón tapas. It looked strange to me when first seeing it there, hanging out next to the pantry and fridge. It didn't really kick in that it was an animal until I saw its hoof. Hmmmn. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So you could see we come from very different foodie ideals. I thought a sort of compromise was needed, but of course, since I'm the cook, it always tends to lean in my favor. Muahahahaha.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">120. Chickpea, Bacon and Mushroom soup</span></span> - *Soup*</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">121. Chickpea, Bacon and Mushroom soup (soup pasta variation)</span></span> - *Soup*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Number 121 was for Rafa for dinner when he got home from work, and 120 is for me for my lunch today. It is basically the same recipe with some pasta added to one of the bowls once the soup was done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So the soup -- so easy and a pleasure to make, because I just love the idea of making a stock and healthy soup from scratch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First, I sweated some some onions, carrots and garlic in a little bit of olive oil and salt. This was the 'base' of the stock. Smelled fabulous at this point.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3058.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3060.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3060.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The meaty part of the original recipe involved first cooking some bacon and then adding the veggies to that oil, but the compromise was no bacon, because I was eating this soup too! :) I didn't let on that there was supposed to be bacon in the soup, but instead decided to bulk it up for Rafa so he hopefully wouldn't notice there was no meat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While the vegetables were sweating, I soaked some porcini mushrooms in warm water. After a bit, I drained and sliced them and reserved the dark liquid. <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(My friend, Jean, in Scotland, was kind enough to send me a huge bag of porcinis, so my porcini liquid cup runneth over. Can't wait to make some more risotto too -- Thanks, Jean!)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3061.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3061.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once the vegetables got soft, I added tomato pureé, a can of chickpeas with its juice, the sliced mushrooms, two bay leaves,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3063.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3063.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and enough of the porcini liquid to top the vegetables. This simmered for about a half an hour. And that was the first soup done!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/soup%201.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/soup%201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the second soup, Tom said I could boil up some ditalini or macaroni. I had both so decided to include the two. It was about 50g in total for a serving of soup.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3069.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And that was Rafa's hearty dinner for when he came back home from a long day at work. He liked it and would swill around the mushrooms because he thought they were beef slices. I let him on to the secret that there was not actually any meat there -- he said what harm would there be in a couple of cubes of meat. I think that's his way of telling me he needs some meat. I'll see what I can do....</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158631016305617192006-09-19T09:53:00.000-04:002006-09-19T11:44:31.566-04:00Il Bastardo<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night I probably offended all of the Italians in the world by doing a complete bastardized version of a popular pasta dish. But, in true Cupboard Love fashion, I needed to use what I had, provided it wasn't too out of the box!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">119. Tomato, Bacon and Onion Sauce (Amatriciana)</span></strong> - *Pasta*</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In my Internet research post-dinner last night, I found that <em>amatriciana </em>sauce comes from the town of Amatrice in Italy; most of the time, it involves pancetta or bacon, tomatoes, and a punchy hit of a hot pepper. It is garnished with pecorino romano, and served on top bucatini, a thick strand of spaghetti that has the center hollowed out. Well turns out I wasn't the only one who bastardized this dish, as Tom uses this sauce for penne, ha!, and with parmesan and no pepper.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But, at any rate, I had to use what I had available. I don't like bacon, so I wanted to make this for Rafa, since he comes home late from work, and I figured it would be something nice to come home to. Our bacon in the fridge was not looking its best; I had to throw it away. I was looking around for something else that was kinda smoked and definitely in the pork-y realm. I found the chorizo. I knew Rafa wouldn't object to having a tomato sauce with loads of chorizo, but I wasn't sure how it would taste. I decided to give it a try.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So first I chopped up about 100 grams of chorizo. I added them to a hot pan with a little bit of olive oil, as the chorizo was quite oily already. Once the chorizo got crispy, I added a chopped onion and some sage leaves. I let this fry for a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3044.jpg" border="0" />Then, I added a nice splash of red wine. I used pseudo-plonk, though, I have to admit. It was an old bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, hehehe. The sauce reduced a little bit, and then I added some squeezed out plum tomatoes (San Marzano, but of course) to the pan with a pinch of salt. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/sauce.1.jpg" border="0" />The penne was ready, and after draining it, I tossed it in some butter off the heat. I added the tomato sauce and some chopped parmesan. I kept the whole thing warm while Rafa was experiencing his idea of hell on Earth; the evening commute! He came home to a lovely warm bowl of pasta.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/pasta.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/pasta.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He really enjoyed the pasta. He loves chorizo, of course, but also appreciated the lovely smell of wine emanating from the bowl. Bless him. He can't detect plonk either!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While he was eating I came upon an epiphany. I could just cook the things he likes for those nights when he works late. My dinner is out of the way; and I have time to make his and I don't even have to eat it! Yippee! So I become a good and nurturing wife, and a successful blogger!<br /></span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158606436624875742006-09-18T15:02:00.000-04:002006-09-18T15:07:17.060-04:00An article and three recipes...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the cupboard-hoarders; you know who you are!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">September 17, 2006<br />Food - <strong>New York Times</strong><br />The Way We Eat: The Cookout<br />By </span><a title="More Articles by Jennifer Steinhauer" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/s/jennifer_steinhauer/index.html?inline=nyt-per"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">JENNIFER STEINHAUER</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know I had a very good reason for purchasing two pounds of lupini beans in the winter of 2005. But what was it?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I pulled out old cooking magazines, interrogated my husband and made a few desperate phone calls to Italy, where friends had no suggestions but did ask that I respect time-zone differences the next time I had a food inquiry.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But the beans had to go — as did the two cans of pumpkin, bags of lentils, a tin of wasabi powder, chicken stock, walnuts, pecans, garam masala, coconut milk and lots and lots of rice. I was moving from New York to California, and the entirety of my pantry could not come with me. So in between lunches with old friends, school picnics and crying jags precipitated by my inability to find the dry-cleaning receipt, I would boil, broil, baste and sauté these ingredients away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Perhaps you are like Mrs. Virkus, the mother of my childhood friend Jill, who diligently recorded every family dinner, down to the last ground-beef “porcupine ball.” I’ll bet Mrs. Virkus always knew when she was out of paprika. Or perhaps your larder is more like mine, full of the detritus of good intentions, stemming from a combination of time-management issues, absent-mindedness and an inflated sense of your culinary skill and your family’s willingness to indulge you.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All cooks have things in the pantry they cannot live without. My list: dried pasta, sea salt, cocoa powder, curry and plenty of baking powder. Then there are those things we seem to get left with: cans of pumpkin (holiday baking), mustard seeds (for pickling) and five bags of lentils and rice, an inch in each bag.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In a subcategory of leftovers are those ingredients you buy for one recipe — like that wasabi — use a teaspoon of and then curse each time they clonk you on the head as you reach for a can of tomato paste. You don’t toss them, because you like to think of yourself as the sort of person who really ought to be cooking regularly with wasabi paste.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then there are the vacation ingredients, meant to recapture a beloved meal made elsewhere, which, of course, is rarely successful. Old Bay seasoning, so enjoyed on those crabs I pummeled during a summer vacation in Delaware, has no rightful place in a New York pantry in December. Finally, there is the ingredient abuse of which I am most ashamed: comestible posing. You know the drill: you flip through a new cookbook or the latest issue of this magazine and say to yourself, “Hey, yes, I will make bobotie tonight.” You go to three different stores, ferret out each exotic ingredient, come home, pull out a few pans and order pizza. No judgment!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, left with these categories of goods, I flipped through cookbooks, scanned recipe sites and bothered one friend relentlessly for ideas on how to cook down my pantry without having to buy more ingredients. A new favorite emerged, Goan coconut-milk pilaf, from the lovely cookbook “1,000 Indian Recipes,” by Neelam Batra, which had two important elements: speed and lots of ingredients. My supply of basmati rice, married with several spices and an onion, suddenly formed a fragrant side dish. The garam masala and that coconut milk gave it some zip. I had no cardamom pods, and had no intention of buying them, but the dried stuff was fine.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />On to the lentils. My expectations were low when I took on a soup with pounded walnuts and cream, because the recipe called for only 10 ingredients, including water (though I chose to use chicken stock, and you should, too). I used the brown lentils I purchased in bulk months ago at an Indian grocery store but I am positive I would have thrown in a cup each of all the lentils in my pantry. The soup was simple and flavorful on its own, but when mixed with the mashed paste of my leftover walnuts and some crème fraîche (a process that takes less than five minutes), it was divine.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lentils? Cooked. Wasabi powder? Coming with me. Pumpkin? To be fair, the failure of a panna cotta adapted from the book “Italian Two Easy” (my idea was to add the pumpkin) was largely my fault, as I did not properly calculate the gelatin-to-pumpkin-and-milk ratios. But the authors didn’t help any by suggesting that I remove the gelatin from the milk after soaking it, which is a little like suggesting you strain the sugar from your morning coffee after adding it. One panna cotta slid obediently from its ramekin, doing a little dessert shimmy on the plate. The other formed a gloppy puddle. But when rejiggered and prepared as it is here, it’s a fabulous alternative to the standard pumpkin pie. Sometimes leftover ingredients and ambition alone do not do the trick.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And that big bag of lupini beans? Pie weights. This Thanksgiving in Los Angeles.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Goan Coconut-Milk Pilaf<br />2 tablespoons grated fresh coconut or shredded unsweetened dried coconut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 to 2 tablespoons peanut oil</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 1-inch stick cinnamon</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5 whole cloves</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6 green cardamom pods, lightly crushed (or 1 heaping teaspoon ground cardamom)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 large onion, finely chopped</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 ½ cups basmati rice, sorted and washed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 cup coconut milk</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 teaspoon salt, plus more to taste</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 teaspoon Goan vindaloo powder or garam masala</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 tablespoons cilantro, finely chopped. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Dry-roast the coconut in a small skillet over medium heat until fragrant, but just barely darker in color, 1 to 2 minutes. Cool and set aside.<br />2. Heat the oil in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Add the cinnamon, cloves and cardamom pods and cook, stirring, until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add the onion (and ground cardamom, if using) and cook until golden, about 5 minutes. Mix in rice, coconut milk, 1 ¾ cups water and salt and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low, cover the pan and cook until all the water has been absorbed and the rice is tender, 12 to 15 minutes. Remove from heat and let rest for about 5 minutes. Transfer to a serving dish, mix in the coconut, vindaloo powder (or garam masala) and cilantro. Serves 6.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Adapted from “1,000 Indian Recipes,” by Neelam Batra.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lentil Soup With Pounded Walnuts and Cream<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 cups lentils</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 to 4 tablespoons butter</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 onion, finely diced</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 bay leaf</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6 cups vegetable or chicken stock (or water)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 large garlic cloves</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2/3 cup lightly toasted walnuts</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">½ cup plus 2 tablespoons crème fraîche</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 tablespoons minced parsley, optional. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Soak the lentils in water for 2 hours, then drain.<br />2. Melt the butter in a large pot over low heat. Add the onion and bay leaf. Sauté over medium-high heat until onion is translucent, 5 minutes. Add lentils, stock and 1 teaspoon salt. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat. Simmer, covered, until lentils are soft, about 30 minutes. Season with salt and pepper.<br />3. Using a mortar and pestle, pound the garlic with a large pinch of salt. Add the walnuts and work until finely ground. Add 2 tablespoons crème fraîche, mixing it in a teaspoon at a time, to form a paste.<br />4. Add the remaining ½ cup crème fraîche to the finished soup. To serve, ladle the soup into bowls and top each with a large spoonful of walnut cream, a bit of ground pepper and, if desired, a sprinkle of parsley. Serves 4 to 6. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Adapted from “Vegetable Soups,” by Deborah Madison.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pumpkin Panna Cotta<br />1 ½ tablespoons unflavored powdered gelatin (about 2 2 ½ -ounce packets)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 ½ cups whole milk</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 cups heavy cream</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2/3 cup sugar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pinch salt</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 15-ounce can pumpkin purée</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">½ teaspoon cinnamon</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">½ teaspoon nutmeg. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. In a bowl, sprinkle the gelatin over 1 cup milk and let sit for 10 minutes.<br />2. In a medium saucepan, heat the remaining milk, cream, sugar and salt to just before boiling. Whisk the gelatin mixture, pumpkin, cinnamon and nutmeg into the warmed cream. Remove from heat and let sit for 10 minutes, then strain through a sieve lined with cheesecloth. Do not press on the solids. Pour into 5 ¾ -cup ramekins and chill for at least 3 hours.<br />3. To serve, dip the base of a ramekin in hot water until the panna cotta is loose. Lay a plate on top and invert it. You may need to shake the ramekin to release the panna cotta. Serves 5. </span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158412775481920602006-09-16T09:13:00.000-04:002006-09-16T09:19:35.496-04:00Brilliant! Brilliant!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My friend, Clarice, is visiting in NYC for a short while. She brought me a fantastic gift. Oh, how did she know??!! LOL.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/risotto.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/risotto.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This wonderful book covers the history of rice and risotto, and then gives a multitude of recipes for my favorite thing on this Earth!! ... it even has recipes for making different kinds of stock! I'm so excited, especially because I started another blog a little while ago that I haven't had a chance to contribute to yet because I wanted to give CL its deserved respect!!! But watch this space, or rather </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bloggingmakesyoufat.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">that</span></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> space for my fabulous adventures in risotti-eating, risotti-making, and other culinary adventures too, because even I could never eat risotto every day. :)) It won't turn into a risotto-ized version of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Supersize Me</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">, LOL.</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158190826705152362006-09-13T19:16:00.000-04:002006-09-13T19:48:32.816-04:00Says he: "I prefer the chicken"<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm continuing on my cooking marathon and going back to the </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Indian</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> chapter, which I haven't visited in a long time.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">118. Aubergine Tikka</span></span> - *Indian*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last time I made tikka, it was a <a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/05/tikka-with-side-of-masala.html">chicken tikka</a>. At that time, I paired it with Tom's <a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/05/tikka-with-side-of-masala.html">masala sauce</a>. I remember how lovely it tasted, so I thought it'd be a good idea to pair the veggie version with the sauce as well. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to say at this point that Rafa was not too enthusiastic about eating a veggie curry. He has been craving curry, and so have I, but his cravings for anything usually include some sort of meat. He finally gave in, so I made this dish for two.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First, you 'marinate' the vegetables. The marinade is basically lemon juice, minced garlic and ginger, salt, cumin, coriander, light olive oil and smoked paprika. The veggies (aubergine, red pepper and red onion) are chopped and tossed in the marinade. Then, they are roasted for 40 minutes in a moderate oven.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3036.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I made the masala sauce and rice while the veggies were roasting. I didn't make any changes to the sauce, but did use red onions instead of white, to mirror the onions in the roast.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once the vegetables were fully roasted...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3038.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I added them to the gorgeous and silky sauce. I then scooped them on top the rice and served dinner.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3039.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3042.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This was delicious!! Many of you know I don't like roasted vegetables, especially peppers, but they were nice and soft, and besides, this masala sauce is killer! I am thinking of making a couple of batches and bottling it for when Rafa is home alone, and he could make chicken tikka masala.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Speaking of which, I asked for Rafa's opinion of the veggie tikka masala.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: So, was your veggie tikka masala so bad?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He: I prefer the chicken.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: I know, but was it so bad?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He: It was OK, but I prefer the chicken.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh well, I tried. LOL.</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158108606700467602006-09-13T08:43:00.000-04:002006-09-13T10:00:50.296-04:00The 'Opa' Sandwich<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With all the lovely goodies I got in Astoria, I wanted to commemorate my trip there with a lovely meal.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3025.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3025.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I had halloumi! Which means, I could make the halloumi sandwich in CL!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">117. Halloumi, Rocket and Tomato 'Club'</span></strong> - *Toast*</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is the only vegetarian club sandwich in CL, and not having any bacon in it, it was A-OK with me. I put the sandwich together quickly and satisfied my hungry belly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First, I made a sort of dressing - lemon juice, smoked paprika, and olive oil. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3028.jpg" border="0" />I tossed this with some salad leaves. The sandwich is supposed to have only rocket, but I didn't have that, so used a mixture, though, rocket (arugula) was in there! I also sliced a tomato very thinly.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3030.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I sliced some halloumi too...</span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3026.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3026.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and assembled the sandwich. I used the 'greek' bread, as it was just calling me the whole subway ride home.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3031.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3031.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This was delicious! YUM! Soooo good! I love halloumi! It is salty and has a different texture, but it was really good. I loved it in this sandwich. I even made one for my lunch today. Mmmm, can't wait.<br /></span></p>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158084034629727532006-09-12T21:47:00.000-04:002006-09-13T09:50:02.486-04:00Magical Culinary Tour: Astoria<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here we go again, on another trip to an exotic destination. This time, it's Astoria, Queens. :))</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let's face it, these trips are just as much for me as they are for you. I have lived in New York since I was six years old, but have not even scratched the surface when it comes to seeing all that New York has to offer. Astoria is no different. It is known for its Greek neighborhoods, and of course, its Greek food.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was in search of one thing: halloumi! Halloumi is not impossible to find in Manhattan, but all the small blocks I have seen have been around the $7 mark. It's almost an insult to this New Yorker to go with the first price I see and not search for something better. And after shelling out close to $7 for the crapgonzola the other day, I cannot spend so much on cheese I am not entirely sure I would even like. Halloumi is described as squeaky, salty, styrofoamy... Mmmm, ok. Well it's just cheese for pete's sake; so why am I getting panic attacks about it??? Speaking of cheese, I am really happy I'm not a cheese-o-phile. I do love my parmesan (and I'm not talking poorman'sgrana) but I could see if I was obsessed with it how it would become a very expensive thang to be hung up on.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So back to the tour. I had do some recon before heading out. Ah, the wonders of a T1 connection at work ('bout time!) and free paper and printer ink at my disposal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3004.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Plus, all photojournalists, such as myself (wink, wink) have a trusty MTA map on their office walls as well.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3006.jpg" border="0" />We don't want to get lost in the land of souvlaki and tzatziki. Opa! (By the way, Russians say that too!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Back to the matter at hand, shortly after finishing up work I headed north and then east to Astoria. According to my 'Astoria File', Steinway Street was supposed to be a good starting point as it is known as "The World's Longest Department Store". I wouldn't say it was a department store, as such, it just seemed to be a long, <em>very long</em>, stretch with horrible Eurotrashy boutiques, blech. I went to Astoria to do some Greek-spotting, but wasn't seeing any. I finally turned on 30th Avenue and things started changing. There were some hip restaurants on the corners, and greek grocery stores cropped up here and there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My first stop was Elliniki Gona ("Greek Corner"). What bullcrap. It was just a typical grocery store, and the only thing 'Greek' about it were the packages of feta that were found in the refrigerated section -- packages of feta, mind you, that anyone can find in any grocery store here. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I didn't let that distract me from my goal: cheap halloumi! Then I happened to see Cyprus Deli. Well, halloumi is from Cyprus, score! The store was cute and did offer halloumi at the cheapest I have seen. A package roughly double of what I have seen in Manhattan only cost me $5.19. The price for a pound was $7.99. Excellent, so I bought it, of course. I even managed a pic of the store, though I looked like a complete weirdo for taking a picture of cheese! Ah, all for my readers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3011.jpg" border="0" /><br />Then, I stopped off at a bigger store, Mediterranean Foods, with a huge deli counter. There, the halloumi was $5.99 a pound! What??!! Well I'm not all for returning cheese, so I lowered my head and declared myself un-victorious. Next time, next time. But here are some pics, and I got some fab kalamata olives and Greek yogurt. Though, of course, in Astoria, they just call it yogurt. ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3012.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3013.jpg" border="0" />Mediterranean Foods had Greek flags everywhere and was chock-full of products imported from the Motherland. I was really impressed; this must be a Greek New Yorker's idea of heaven.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now that I had my halloumi plus other things, I decided to walk around and in and out of shops to see what else Greek Astoria had to offer. I went into a bakery...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3015.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... and had an interesting conversation with the young woman who worked there. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: Do you have Greek bread?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She: (Showing me a rustic-looking loaf of white bread) Here is a loaf of white bread.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: OK, but do you have <em>Greek</em> bread, maybe something smaller.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She: Well this is smaller, it's just white bread.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: Erm, ok, but is it Greek?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She: It's white bread.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LOL. Well I guess we've removed any doubts at all that it was white bread. I bought the yummy looking loaf, still not knowing if it is Greek. Hmmmn, no matter.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I set my sights on walkng a bit further to the supposed Greek superstore, Titan. I passed a window with a wide selection of olive oil on the way... (Man, these Greeks really love their flags, don't they?)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3016.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and a couple of more places where the names of the stores made me chuckle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3017.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3018.jpg" border="0" />I shortly reached the mecca of all things Greek, Titan! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3019.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not many things take my breath away. But walking into Titan, I was impressed!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think it had to do with the entire fridge of Greek yogurt. You don't know what a big deal that is to me. And it's the cheapest I have ever seen it, I think, but I need to consult with my sources on that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There were huge deli counters and endless vats of olives. A fabulous bakery, where I got my bro-in-law his favorite kourampiedes. They are powdered little cookies. That's the best way I could describe them.</span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3020.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3020.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3021.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3021.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3023.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3023.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/102_3022.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/102_3022.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The whole time I was at Titan I kept thinking how I wish I had a shopping list so I could really make the most of my trip there. I was completely unprepared!! I need to go back, just so that I could stock up on yogurt and olives.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, all in all, the trip up there was definitely worth it. I got lots of goodies (pic to come), and even found a cute Italian deli where La Bella San Marzano tomatoes were to be found at the cheapest I have seen, just $1 a can. Astoria is a foodie's dream, not to mention the chic restaurant scene. Yes, yes I must go back!<br /><br />When I got back home, I made good use of some of the stuff I bought... Coming soon!<br /><br /></span></p>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1158076321440229322006-09-12T11:38:00.000-04:002006-09-12T11:52:01.460-04:00Look up 'slacker' in the dictionary....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... and my smiling face is there!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I work for a textbook publisher. We publish the same books I used when I went to high school. Today, the Science Director asked me to send some sample books to one of our authors, a Chemistry teacher. I had written back to said Science Director that Mr. Author was actually <em>my </em>Chemistry teacher. We had a good cyber-chuckle over it, and I had remembered how Mr. Author and another Chemistry teacher of mine were so cross at me senior year; I had prepared and prepared, I mean came to school on Saturdays!!!, for the Advanced Placement Chemistry test. I was a fab student; kicked Chemistry's ass. There was no formula or chemical equation I couldn't figure out. When it came time for the morning of the exam, I just didn't show up. I, instead, went to Algebra class, and in true Ilana fashion, pretended like I had nowhere else to be that morning. Mr. Author and other teacher looked for me all over school and finally found me innocently doing some Algebra problems in class. They took me out of class and begged me, I think I even saw tears, to please follow them so I could take the AP exam. I flatly refused. I was scared, I told them. They said I could get a '3' (the passing grade) in my sleep. But that wasn't good enough for me; if I didn't get a 5, I didn't even want to bother. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was thinking about all of this now at work and it has dawned on me, like it has time and time again, that I haven't changed one bit. I am a slacker. But more than that, my slacker tendencies have a root. I'm intimidated, scared of something, and instead of facing problems head-on I just go on with the rest of my life like nothing's wrong. I have been at this job for 3 1/2 years. I told myself I'd quit after 1 1/2 years. Well, obviously, I'm stilll here. I told myself I'd quit any second but it's just that uncertainty. I'd love to portray this persona of a tough-as-nails New Yorker, but that just ain't me. When the going gets tough, Ilana hides under her desk and hopes no one will find her. Eeek, too much info. All I'm trying to say is I'm trying to improve my life, and while doing so, I don't know how much cooking and creating I can accomplish, but I am trying, honest. Having a blog doesn't give you the luxury of disappearing from the face of the Earth, which I tend to do very well.</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1157932766433618772006-09-10T19:31:00.000-04:002006-09-11T09:57:22.376-04:00The Virtuous Soup<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Although we were a bit cool here in NYC for a little while, the mercury was rising for a little bit and it's still not what you'd call soup weather! However, in my haste to get back into soup making, I had bought a couple of leeks over a week ago. The weather was just not cold enough to make soup but the leek was soon to go over into the 'other' world. To salvage it, I decided to make soup anyway, and a virtous one at that!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">116. Leek and Potato Soup</span></span> - *Soup*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Leek and potatoes seem to be a usual combination. Unsurprisingly, this combo was unknown to me but I don't have a problem with either so I figured this soup would be Ilana-friendly. I am still feeling a bit bruised after my gorgonzola debacle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This soup is of the 'bulked up' variety that really is a meal in itself. That was good news for me since I was on my own and watching the final of the U.S. Open. I needed to keep my eye on every grunt and ace, so it was also great that this soup was not too labor-intensive. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First, I peeled and sliced a leek. I did the same with a garlic clove...</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0282.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0282.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... and added them to a pan with a bit of 2% milk. When the leek and garlic became soft...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0284.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0284.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... I added salt, water, and a chopped potato. I let this simmer until the potato was very tender, and then I added a bit more milk and water and some rosemary (I didn't have tarragon, but that's OK because I don't like its licorice-ey taste). The soup was then done. I had it with some focaccia I made the other night that I had frozen for just this type of occasion.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0286.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0286.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I at first wasn't too sure how I would feel about a milky soup, but it was actually really nice and creamy and full of flavor. However, even though I successfully halved the recipe, I discovered that the soup was a bit too salty for my taste. I was thinking of how to improve the soup next time around with just about half the amount of salt, and then I realized I had actually forgotten to halve the amount of salt in the first place! Durr! So Tom's measurement of one teaspoon for 4-6 servings is spot on! I am sorry I doubted you, Master Tom!<br /><br />I could really imagine eating this soup on cold winter nights. It is quick, easy, and most importantly, scrummy!<br /><br />Rafa is due back from work in a little bit, and I have his portion on the hob. Since a lot of liquid is lost, I added more milk and water to his serving. Hopefully the salt component has gone down a bit! :)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Update: Rafa loved this soup! He was quite enthusiastic about it and actually asked if there was more! Capital! Well I guess I'll be making this soon. Next time I will watch the salt anyway and add more milk and water to give more soup. YUM!</strong><br /></span></p>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1157500072980456452006-09-05T19:16:00.000-04:002006-09-05T19:47:53.160-04:00Feel Bad Bleu<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pasta is comfort food - that's a given. In his </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pasta</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> chapter, Tom points out that one of the dishes just speaks a wet November. Well, we're in September, but are we wet!! Still pissing down here; hate this weather, just hate it.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0268.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0268.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, that all changes when it comes to comfort food. Although the pasta includes a cheese I am not too sure I like too much, I decided to bite the bullet and get some of the cheese at the posh, fancy Manhattan grocery store after work. I was hoping that the dish would get me out of my cold-weather blues by introducing me to its own bleu.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">115. Penne with Gorgonzola and Walnuts</span></span> - *Pasta*</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0269.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0269.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms">Gorgonzola, the final frontier. These are the eating adventures of the blogster Ilana</i><i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms">. Her continuing mission: to explore strange new cheeses, to seek out new ingredients and new dishes, to boldly eat what most people have eaten before.<br /><br /></i><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I chose the 'dolce' variety of gorgonzola because I wanted to take it a bit easy on myself. I have only really had gorgonzola in blue cheese dressing and on top of some salad a little while ago. It didn't appeal, but wasn't too bad, and it's not because it had blue veins, it was just, well, stinky. But I thought in a pasta and in a sauce it would mellow a bit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The recipe couldn't be any easier. You first roast some walnuts in a moderate oven for about 10 minutes. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0270.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0270.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, you boil up some penne, while you get on with the sauce. First, heat some heavy cream in a pan and add the walnuts and a few sage leaves.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0273.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0273.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once it has simmered for about 3 minutes, you take the pan off the heat and add the gorgonzola, which has been cut into little cubes. The cheese is quite soft so melts in quite quickly, even though it is not on the heat.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0275.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some butter is tossed through the cooked penne, and then the gorgonzola sauce is added. That's it.</span><i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"><br /><br /></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/1600/000_0278.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/000_0278.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok, the truth. I really didn't like it. :( Ok, even more truthful, I took three bites and threw out the entire thing. Waaaah. I don't even know why I feel so bad about it, but it's the same feeling I get when I admit that I hate wine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">See, I must have been asleep when everybody else around me learned to be cultural. All I know is after high school no one was drinking wine, and all of a sudden, in college, people would be having dinner parties and the </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >thing</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> to bring was wine. Everybody was drinking; I felt like the oddball, like what did they know that I didn't know. My disdain with most things people seem to like doesn't seem to be only in the alcohol realm. Tuna fish, smelly cheeses, dark chocolate, figs, etc. I just don't get it. Give me a chocolate cupcake over a chocolate mousse any day! Maybe I am the Petite Unsophisticate, but I really don't care anymore. I know what I like, and what I don't like. I don't like blue cheese, I DON'T LIKE BLUE CHEESE! LOL. But the one thing this blog has made me do is to at least </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >try</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> new things. At least I know for a fact that I don't like them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So take your Murray's Cheese Shop and shove it. I'll meet you at the Magnolia Bakery instead. :)</span>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1157125593827567652006-09-01T11:43:00.000-04:002006-09-01T12:06:34.000-04:00Picky Eaters Club: Month 5<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>This is Tom N-D:</strong><br /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/anyone.jpg" border="0" /><strong><em>'Anyone, anyone???'</em></strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is me:</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4312/2512/400/huh.jpg" border="0" /><strong><em>'Huh?'</em></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I've made FIVE recipes in August. Count 'em - one two three four five! Woohoo! I really should slow down or I may have nothing to cook in September, my last month of the project!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok well obviously I won't finish the project on time, surprise suprise. So, I have decided to free myself mentally and otherwise and not have a deadline. That's right, no deadline. I will finish CL when I finish it. But I don't intend to drag it out at all, so keep reading. I will be cooking, I promise.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So let's look on the bright side; I have cooked 114 recipes out of a single book! I don't think I have ever cooked that much out of one book, so good for you, Ilana. I made some lovely dishes in August. Here's a summary:</span></p><p><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/08/playin-hookie.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">110. Bacon Omelette - *Toast*</span></a></p><p><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/08/presto-pesto.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">111. Pasta with Pesto - *Pasta*</span></a></p><p><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/08/ta-dum-return-of-procrastinator.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">112. Spaghetti with Ricotta and Herbs (variation) - *Pasta*</span></a></p><p><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/08/holy-mackerel.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">113. Mackerel and Ginger (but with salmon) - Stir Fries</span></a></p><p><a href="http://when-ilana-met-pantry.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-run-out-of-clever-post-titles-but.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">114. Potato, cabbage and chorizo soup - *Soup*</span></a></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now that the weather is getting cooler, I can imagine cooking lots more soups and curries and stir-fries. I really do hope I get back on-track because I fear I'm not being a very good Tom N-D representative. Considering that out of 114 recipes I've loved about 50-75% of them, I think that is a good indication of a great cookbook. My inability to make my target date is not so much an un-love of Tom and cupboarding, but more an un-love with scheduling and plans. Gives a whole new meaning to the lazy days of summer! :)<br /></span></p>Ilanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04214239880732483383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24254909.post-1156894800793847912006-08-29T19:10:00.000-04:002006-08-29T22:00:48.480-04:00Forever Autumn<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A bunch of people at Nigella.com joked a little while back how summer is completely overrated, and they preferred the coolness of autumn or even the cold that winter brings -- though I doubt that some of them have experienced New York blizzards! LOL. They even said that Nigella's next book should be called </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Forever Autumn</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Though I don't really like cool weather, detest rain, there is just something so wonderful about the first cool days after a sweltering summer. Today was grey all day. The rain outside was more like a mist - almost made you feel like you were walking through a sprinkler. You smell autumn in the air. The salad days are far behind and all people could think about is hot chocolate, warm duvets, popcorn, tea with milk and honey.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With the ricotta I had left over from Tom's spaghetti recipe, I felt like I had to make something before it went to waste. I thought perhaps Nigella's baked pasta shells with ricotta and spinach, but I couldn't find jumbo shells after work. Then I looked up 'ricotta' in the index to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Apples for Jam</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and thus I started on my journey of lovely autumn cooking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The only entry under 'ricotta' is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ricotta Gnocchi. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I love gnocchi, but I was a bit dubious about making it myself, and most importantly, if it would be any good or not. I looked at the ingredients and figured that if it was a waste, I wouldn't have ruined loads of expensive ingredients.<br /><br />Well, it was ridiculously easy! Tessa says to serve it with tomato pesto, but I didn't</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> really feel like blitzing so took my time in making a lovely and aromatic tomato sauce. Have a look yourself!</span><br /><br /&g