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Why garden?

Because with a little effort and a lot of vegetable stock, this:
pumpkin

Becomes this:
pumpkin-risotto

The pumpkin was 100% free, as it grew from a volunteer plant that grew from a seed from the compost we spread on the garden. Compost from our neighborhood’s communal bin. Someone in the neighborhood had some pie pumpkins at some point last year, and composted the seeds, and I thank them.

The wilted mustard greens, in all their peppery goodness, were also from our garden though not volunteer but rather planted quite intentionally by me. They were the perfect compliment to the sweet, creamy risotto. We’ve got four mustard plants in the winter garden, and five more squash stored from this summer’s harvest, so I expect we’ll be enjoying this meal several more times before the winter is over. It was the best damn thing I’d eaten in I don’t know how long. So. Damn. Good.

And sure, you can buy a pumpkin and you can buy mustard greens. But it’ll cost you more, and there’s no way it can taste as good. Especially the greens. Nothing tastes quite the same as a vegetable that’s been harvested minutes before eating. That, and for the cost of a packet of seeds ($2.49), we’ll have greens on our table all winter.

The bread? Molasses wheat from an old bread cookbook that belonged to my parents. The book is so old, I assumed it was out of print and I was going to share the recipe with you, but a quick search proves there is a New! Updated and Expanded! edition, so good copyright adherent that I am, I simply recommend you look for this book in a store or library and see if it’s still got that molasses wheat bread recipe. If it does, it makes a damn fine bread.

It’s also quite good toasted, with butter and homemade blueberry jam. So excuse me, please. The fetus wants a snack.



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Scraping by With Some Unidentified Squash

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As I mentioned yesterday, I’m Brokey McBrokerson lately. And last night I wanted nothing more than something warm and comforting to eat. Plus, I had three unidentified squash from my final CSA share I needed to use before they went bad.

At first I thought I’d just roast the squash, so I cut it open, reserved the seeds for toasting (!), and proceeded to roast its meat with with olive oil and sea salt. But then I figured I could make that squash go a lot longer if I put it into a casserole. Not that I had too much to work with. Still, I decided I would attempt a version of a recipe that appeared in my cookbook “Casserole Crazy: Hot Stuff for Your Oven,” using only what I had on hand.

The original recipe was contributed by my friend and former roommate Maria. It was her grandmother’s, and one Maria swore by. Made with yellow squash, crumbled Ritz crackers and lots of butter, it was low-class comfort food at its best, and perfect for “Casserole Crazy” (it appears on page 47 in case you’d like to try it yourself) and exactly what I needed last night.

Given my affinity for onions, I’d added some to the recipe when it came time to write the book. And it called for butter. And milk. I had none of those things. It also called for a cup-and-a-half of cheddar cheese. I had about a half a cup.

But I did have three unidentified squash (which I identified as Delicata after the fact), olive oil and even some Ritz crackers (don’t ask… they were football shaped, too!). Oh, and eggs. It called for eggs.

Because I’m sort-of the MacGyver of the kitchen, and always use enough salt, the result was delicious, gooey and perfectly comforting.

The recipe is after the jump.

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Kale chips! They actually are as good as everyone’s saying they are! (go figure)

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I finally got a chance to make kale chips, as I’ve been threatening to do forever. And you know what? They’re damn good. Not only do I not gag at the mere sight of them, I’m actually enjoying them. A lot. As in, must make another batch because these will not still be around when Billy gets home.

I followed Heidi’s directions from the comments, but didn’t heed her salt warning closely enough. I did, indeed, oversalt the kale. They still taste good, but I’ll definitely use a lighter hand on the salt next time. The kid didn’t like them, but I think it’s the saltiness he’s responding to, because he usually loves kale. Anyway, he eats enough of it in other forms that I don’t need him to love kale chips.

I can’t let him eat kale straight from the plant anymore, though. It’s that time of year. We have bugs on the kale. I’m not sure what they are, but they’re pretty gross. See?




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Almost But Not Entirely Unlike Pizza

almost but not entirely unlike pizza

almost but not entirely unlike pizza

I’m late with my post today. I’m sorry. Today was both emotionally and logistically complicated. By the time I was home, with everything settled that couldn’t wait till tomorrow, what I wanted was some comfort food.

I had planned to tell you about my Cheez Whiz® epiphany at the BBQ this weekend. It was the first time I’d eaten Cheez Whiz® in adult memory. The processed cheese food was part and parcel of a broccoli, chees/z and rice casserole, which was just about exactly the right accompaniment to the best backyard brisket I’ve ever tasted. (Note to Southerners: although he’s a born and bred New York City boy, my host was of Louisiana stock. You can put down your shotguns now.) I had planned to tell you about how it made me reconsider the local food thing. Not that I’m opposed to local and natural foods. Far from it: I’m delighted to support my local CSA; and I fully believe that, in addition to being demonstrably tastier, locally-grown low-intervention produce is actually healthier than its wan supermarket cousin. What I was thinking was more along the lines of this: if we’re good little locavores and eat all our kale, what’s the harm in a little Cheez Whiz®?

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Sardines: the Democratic Fish

sardine salad

sardine salad

Consider the humble sardine. No, don’t turn away. I’m not about to carry on about some horrible disease contracted from canned fish. I do, though, have a bone to pick — a very small bone, even an edible one, as in the smallest of sardines, for I reject the revulsion in which these small fish are often held. People turn their noses up at them, associating them, perhaps, with hobos, or uncles with especially bad breath. I, too, was once an a priori sardine hater. The reason for that was simple: I hadn’t tried them. If you feel badly enough about sardines to exclude them from your diet, I’d like to convince you to change your ways.




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It’s Then Again

9/11 memorial lights, seen from Coffey Park, Red Hook

9/11 memorial lights, seen from Coffey Park, Red Hook

It was a perfect sunny Tuesday in September. I was living uptown. Normally, I would have been on my bike, but I had to take the train to New Jersey for work. I was late, as usual. I hurried to my polling place, and voted in the Democratic primary. In the window of the deli adjoining the entrance to the Dyckman St. A train station, I was conscious of a strange picture of buildings on TV. The train came, and I got on it. Somewhere short of Columbus Circle, it stopped. Some suspected track work; others, a jumper. Eventually, the train made it to 59th St., where passengers were ordered off. On TV, through the window of another deli, I watched the second plane strike.

I can’t account for what I thought I saw on the deli TV uptown; either I caught the fastest A express in the history of the line, or nothing had happened yet. Likewise, I can’t account for what happened between the time I arrived back uptown and the next meal that I remember. I think it was the next day that I got together with some friends in Brooklyn. I made a beef brisket with beets. It looked horribly gory. I found it mostly inedible.

With the passage of time, I am surprised how affected I am by 9/11’s anniversaries. How the two stabbing lights stop me in my tracks, how I can picture where I’ve seen them each time, riding my bike over the Queensboro Bridge, or walking the dog in Red Hook. How when the sadness creeps up, I keep it down with food.

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Collard Slaw, or Soggy Salad

collard slaw

collard slaw

… aaaand we’re back.

Subscribing to a CSA means never knowing what you’re going to eat. (CSA is an Esperanto anagram for Pay First, Pick Up Later.) It’s like getting a mystery ingredient on a cooking show. You have to bend your kitchen skills to it. Chances are you’ll get a bunch of vegetables that you never cooked before, because they’re not what you’d normally buy. Say you never bought a bunch of kale at the Shop-N-Save. Sign up for a CSA, and you’ll have to figure out what to do with it. Same goes for turnips. Same goes for papalo, or it would, if anyone knew what to do with that stinky stuff. Use all of it and let nothing spoil by the time the next pickup rolls around, and you win a prize. I’m not sure what the prize is, because I haven’t won it. I suspect that it’s the kind of hearty good health that involves a lot of trotting.

One thing I’ve been faced with from my CSA is a wealth of collards. Now, collard greens have a long history in this country. It’s been argued that, were it not for the deft ways with such greens of deracinated African cooks, white Southern slaveholders might’ve died young of poor nutrition. Let no one say that the relatives of the cabbage are without iron, or irony. One thing you can count on with a summer full of collards, is that people will complain about it. No one wants to stand over a hot stove in late August or early September, stirring the collards in boiling water or fat. I have a solution for that: cook them without heat. Collards are cabbage and cabbage mixed with vinaigrette makes cole slaw, so make a slaw of the collards and let the acid do the cooking.


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Holding Out My Home Fries

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And no, I don’t mean home fries in the usual sense. I mean French fries made at home. (Why? Because I love alliteration. Anyway…)

Recently my friend Adam Roberts, otherwise known as the Amateur Gourmet, asked me to write a guest post for his blog while he was traveling in Barcelona. I wanted to write about something delicious and simple (my signature style, as far as I’m concerned) that also captured the spirit of Eating Well on Fifty Bucks a Week. I thought hard about something I really missed and French fries came to me. Burgers and fries were what I would order when I’d go out. And now that I rarely eat anywhere but home, fried potatoes are no longer a part of my diet. While that’s probably a good thing as far as my waistline is concerned, I can’t deny that I miss them.

While my fries aren’t fried, they are crispy, salty and a little bit spicy—and made even better with a sweet, tart dipping sauce.

My super simple recipe is after the jump and you can read the original post (with lots of pictures) at the Amateur Gourmet.

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Simple Summer Soup: Gazpacho

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I can’t believe that I’d never made—or worse, even had—gazpacho before. Well, actually, I can. I didn’t grow up eating the most exotic, or daring—or hell, even sophisticated-sounding—foods. I was 23 before I realized that a crudité is just a veggie plate and that chèvre is goat cheese. And while I’ve known that gazpacho was just pureed tomato-based soup for quite some time, I still hadn’t actually attempted to make it—until Monday, when I looked in my fridge and realized I had the basic foundation for a simple gazpacho: tomatoes, cucumbers and onions.

After glancing at a few recipes online (anyone who has read my book knows that in my life I’ve only followed one recipe from start to finish) I decided I would up the bell pepper factor—most recipes called for one green pepper, I saw that green pepper and raised it a yellow one—make it a tad spicy and try something I now like to call the half-and-half method.

The half-and-half method is, simply, halving all of your gazpacho ingredients and pureeing one half while chopping the other—both in the blender, separately—and then combining the two.

While I have very little to compare it to (remember, I’d never had gazpacho before) I’m considering it a success.

Recipe after the jump…

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Taco Night: Welcome to the Next Level

taco with sekrit beans, revealed below

taco with sekrit beans, revealed below

Ladies and gentlemen, you’re about to bear witness to history, one of the most stunning inventions in my culinary life in the last six months, at least. As with all great inventions, necessity was its mother; and what a hot mama she was…

Here in New York City, we were finally smacked with our first ninety-plus-degree day of the summer. Normally, this kind of climatic crap starts in late June, but, somehow, we got lucky. Probably, we were experiencing a side-effect of global warming roughly equivalent to the euphoria of a pleasant buzz before it takes a turn toward the dark side. When Portland, Oregon, where the summer is perfect all the time and there ain’t no weather they can’t love each other through, hit a hundred and seven the other week, a blindfolded visitor could have been forgiven for mistaking Brooklyn for San Francisco. But, as with all chance events that we’d like to think we deserved, our luck ran out.

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