“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatzby
I love the freshness of fall. After a busy summer of moving, working, and raising one spunky little baby, I am craving the calm and coziness that comes with cooler weather. I am eager to pull out boots and bundt pans and cook with apples, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins. And of course, I want my…
It was my first time shopping at a Farmer’s market and I didn’t know what I was looking for. I only knew that the okra should be small. As I jostled the pods around in the basket, trying to look like I knew what I wanted, I decided to go with my gut: I bought the whole basket. Then I proceeded home to cook the first real meal of my…
Sometimes the baby refuses to sleep. She forces herself awake over and over again. As fools in love we make excuses for her. “Oh, it’s teething pain,” we say the first time. Next, “She’s in the middle of a growth spurt,” or “Maybe she had a bad dream.” Finally we become frustrated and desperate until at last she curls up with her soft crocheted blanket and sleeps like an angel. We breath heavy sighs of relief, then as the lovesick do, we miss her.
It is nice to relax, though. Today we used the time to eat the dessert I made yesterday. Mr. L’s Aunt Ro gave us (in her usual generous fashion) bags full of things from her garden. Vases of basil and mint have scented our kitchen and intrigued the cat all week. Then yesterday, the house fell quiet as baby L—and Mr. L—were napping and I settled into the kitchen to make the first real dessert in the new apartment: basil panna cottas.
Whenever someone asks me what panna cotta is I give the most basic definition: milk Jello. Knowing that does not sell the dessert that I am probably requesting to share with someone, I follow it with: It’s like a creamy custard made with gelatin instead of flour and eggs. Panna cotta fits my easy-going style of cooking now—it involves few ingredients and can be flavored with anything such as the last of the summer basil. The fresh watermelon adds just the right amount of crunch to balance the creamy dessert. And as my story above proves, it is a great make-ahead dessert. The recipe is at the bottom of this post.
Basil Panna Cottas
1 cup milk
1 1-oz. packet plain unflavored gelatin
2 cups heavy cream
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 vanilla bean split length-wise and the seeds scraped or 1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup basil leaves, packed
In a small bowl add 1/4 cup of the milk and sprinkle the gelatin over the milk. Set aside to allow the gelatin to soften for 10 minutes. Meanwhile, in a medium saucepan combine the remaining milk, cream, sugar, the vanilla seeds, and the basil. Heat over medium to medium-high heat until it begins to simmer. Simmer for 3 minutes. Strain through a fine mesh sieve into a large measuring cup or a bowl with a spout. Discard the basil. Stir in the gelatin, mixing well for several minutes to make sure it is completely dissolved and no lumps of gelatin remain. Cool slightly. Rinse 6 to 8 small dishes or ramekins and do not dry them (this will help with unmolding the panna cottas). Place on a tray and cover with plastic. Place in the fridge to set for at least 3 hours and up to a day. Just before serving, run a thin knife around the edge of the dishes to loosen the panna cotta. Dip the dish in warm water then turn out on to a serving plate. If the panna cottas do not come out of the dish, just serve them right in the dish. Sprinkle with diced water melon right before serving and basil flowers if you have them.http://wp.me/p2pWY7-ML Sometimes the baby refuses to sleep. She forces herself awake over and over again. As fools in love we make excuses for her.
We’ve moved! And it was the worst move ever. If there was a snag to be had, we had it. It was real. Now the boxes and unpleasant people are gone and we can breathe again in a our new apartment which already feels so much more like home than the treehouse. I’ve spent the week washing newspaper smudges from dishes and wiping the moving dust off of everything. Now I am ready to cook. Actually, I need
Vacation is to blame for my two-week lapse in posting. I was busy with watching the waves, digging hole after useless hole in the sand with my feet, and reading from an actual paper-and-glue book. It was glorious. Vacation is a milestone. It is the final event that, for me, makes summer, summer. I will wash the sand from our swim suits and beach towels, pack them for the year, and start…
In contrast to last week’s raging heat and humidity, the past two days have felt almost like fall. Or at least like the dwindling days of August not July. It has been great. I’ve taken the baby for a walk, moved her jumperoo by the screened door so she could bounce around to the breeze, and made French fries for lunch. How do French fries fit into all of this? With the door and windows open anyway, frying sounded like a good idea. Plus, I had peach ketchup in the freezer that I made when Mr. L brought all those peaches home. And, I am totally procrastinating packing, cleaning, and all around getting it together for our back-to-back beach vacation and move. I am totally checked out. French fries for lunch it is!
The ketchup is tangy, sweet and spicy. It actually can double as a barbecue sauce and is fabulous slathered on a piece of grilled chicken or pork chops. Either way, it’s my new favorite thing and is dangerously addictive. If you don’t want to mess with frying, it’s great with plain ole bagged potato chips. (Again, addicted.) The ketchup freezes like a champ, too, so you can make a batch and freeze in an ice cube tray to enjoy a single serving at a time long after summer has ended. Happy condiment making!
The ingredient list may seem like a lot but look through it—many of these things may already be in your pantry. Plus, the instructions are short!
5 peaches, pitted and roughly chopped (3 cups)
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup cider vinegar
1 tsp. chili powder
1/2 tsp. chopped garlic
1/4 tsp. chile flakes and black pepper
1/3 cup. brown sugar
1 Tbsp. Worchestershire sauce
1/4 cup ketchup
Combine all the ingredients in a blender and puree until smooth. Pour into a 4-quart sauce pan and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Reduce to low or medium-low to keep it at a simmer for 30 minutes to an hour or until it has thickened. (The longer it simmers, the richer the flavor will be.) Cool and pour into a jar or freezer container. It can be refrigerated up to a week or frozen up to 6 months.
Shoestring French Fries
This recipe is adapted from Saveur and is very straight forward—just potatoes fried in oil. I only used half of one large russet potato since it was for me. (I will use the other half to make fries for Mr. L tonight). This recipe makes two generous side servings or enough for four to snack on. You can, of course, double the recipe if you feel like frying your pants off.
1 large russet potato (peeled, if you so desire—I skipped that step)
Canola oil for frying
Salt, to taste
Slice a thin slice off the bottom of the potato so that it is flat on one side and doesn’t roll while slicing. Slice into thin planks then slice the planks into matchsticks. Place in a large bowl of water until right before frying. In a large saucepan or pot pour in 2 inches of oil. Heat over medium-high heat until it reaches 375°F – 380°F (If you don’t have a thermometer, add a small piece of potato to the oil to test it. When it bubbles furiously the oil is hot enough.) As the oil heats, drain the potatoes and place them on a kitchen towel. Blot with the towel until they are very dry. Fry in 4 or 5 batches for 2 to 3 minutes or until the potatoes are golden brown. Remove with metal tongs or a slotted spoon and drain on paper towels or newspaper. Sprinkle with salt and serve with the Peach Ketchup.
Shoestring French Fries with Peach Ketchup In contrast to last week’s raging heat and humidity, the past two days have felt almost like fall.
In honor of National Hot Dog Day and the fact that this has been the hottest, most humid, most sweaty week of summer yet, I have these three hot dog ideas to share. The hot dog chili is one I got from my mom who, I believe, got it from an old church cookbook, so you know it is legit. It is pretty fool-proof. Enjoy!
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Queen Anne’s lace flowers make the tart look all the sweeter. (Don’t worry, they’re food safe.)
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I think about this sometimes when I find myself doing summery things that I’ve done since childhood like sucking the nectar from a honeysuckleflower, staying outside late into the evening watching fireflies and…