Fancy Pants

I have this ridiculous cookbook that is a vanity publication from Relais & Châteaux, highlighting all the wonderful things that come out of their North American-based celebrity chefs' kitchens. Chefs with last names like Keller, Vongerichten, and Boulud. Each glossy spread includes multiple recipes--for example, a 3-step pork brine, a sauce, lentils, and cauliflower 2 ways. You know, you're typical Tuesday night dinner. It's a really enormous, beautiful, & useless book. Or so I thought until I was looking for something to do with these short ribs I bought from Lewis Waite Farm a few months ago. They'd been taking up space in my freezer for too long, so I decided that the menu for dinner the other night was going to include some beef. 

The plan was not to make anything especially fancy, but my cookbooks tend to lean vegetarian, so I pulled this massive thing off my shelf and, naturally (given current trends in high-end restaurants), discovered multiple options. And one, even, from the Rancho Valencia in Rancho Santa Fe, California, that looked like my little galley kitchen could handle it. So I ran to the greenmarket, picked up a few missing ingredients, and got to work. 

First, an acorn squash, split, seeded, and roasted:

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And then pureed with butter, cream, brown sugar, and star anise. 

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Then a pile of shallots, peeled and simmered in red wine, with a sachet (or teabag) of black peppercorns, a bay leaf, and thyme.

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Peeling shallots is definitely a job for your kitchen bitch. Or sous chef. 

But then we get to move onto the meat. After seasoning it with salt and letting it sit in the fridge overnight, it gets browned on both sides in a hot pan. 

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Cook some onions, carrots, and celery over medium-high heat until they are more or less caramelized. 

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Add tomato paste, crushed garlic cloves, black pepper, cinnamon, star anise, and bay leaf. 

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Then in go some thyme, parsley, and red wine, followed by the ribs. Cover with water and veal demiglace (or stock, if you're me), bring to a boil, and then simmer in the oven for about 3 hours. 

The very specific plating instructions involve something called a siphon, which requires an N2O charge. Alternately, spoon a little of the squash puree onto a plate, place a rib on top. Place a few shallots around the outside, and pour some of the wine reduction on top. 

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There's also something called a cocoa bordelaise (not pictured), with which you "nape" (?) the meat, but this was kind of a disaster for me, possibly because of the stock/demiglace switch. Hence the lack of picture.

On the whole, though, this was a big success. Even S., a notoriously finicky eater, asked for seconds. 

Purposeful Cake

I like to think that I have gotten pretty good at finding the right recipe for very specific occasions. It might be a friend's Christmas tree decorating party. Or it might be All the Pears Are Suddenly Overripe Day, which occurs several times through the fall harvest season. (You say that holiday isn't on your calendar? Hm. Very strange.) And sometimes these two fall on the same day, like how Hannukah and Christmas overlap this year, or those weird years where Greek Easter and Protestant Easter happen at the same time. Whatever the holiday, this is not a bad idea for a dessert, courtesy of Melissa Clark's In the Kitchen with a Good Appetite: 150 Recipes and Stories about the Food You Love. (The recipe is also available on the New York Times website, where the author has a regular column.)

Start with a bunch of pears, peel, cored, & quartered. They get browned in an oven-proof skillet in some honey, and then sprinkled with thyme before going into the oven to let them bake a bit and get really soft.

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While they are baking, mix up some sugar (this is hippy sugar, hence the color--granulated white is perfectly fine) with some eggs, lemon zest, vanilla extract, and (if you happen to have some) a little pear brandy.
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Add flour, a little salt, and a lot of melted butter.
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Pour the batter over the baked pears, scatted some chopped almonds on top, and bake again until the cake is set.
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It should be noted that a 10-inch skillet (what I have) is really not the same thing as a 9-inch skillet (what the recipe calls for). If your kitchen is similarly equipped, make sure to cut down the final baking time by at least 5 minutes--the cake had a great flavor, but was a little overcooked.
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Somehow I don't have a photo of the cake once we flipped it out of the pan. Hm. So I'll just say that it helps to have a really well seasoned cast iron skillet, and also another set of hands. The incredibly patient & dextrous hands of your mother, for example. 
Final note: I bet there is a really good gluten-free version of this recipe that uses almond flour instead of wheat flour and cuts out the sliced almonds...

Un-Birthday Pie

"American as apple pie" is a phrase that never sounded right to me. Perhaps that's because I don't bake apple pie. See, my favorite apple pie is nothing like the traditional American version. My birthday pie (I'm not a cake girl) has a sour cream base, and a brown sugar crumble topping, and I've never even TRIED to make it myself. That is my mom's job, and she does it beautifully every year. She's mailed it to me at college, packed it in suitcases, driven it from Philly to Manhattan to deliver it to my birthday party only to turn around and drive back home, and snuck it past airport security so we could have a pre-flight treat. 

The other week, after having had my fill of MY pie, I had some apples on my counter that needed to be used up, and I was getting a little tired of applesauce. Luckily, P. gave me an excellent excuse to make a pie, in the form of an "occupie" party (get it?). So I flipped through a few cookbooks and discovered a recipe from Maury Rubin, the guy behind the City Bakery, for an Indian pudding apple pie. 

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The crust is pretty standard, though I followed my mom's lead and used apple cider in place of water in the crust. The filling, meanwhile, is molasses based, with a good amount of cinnamon and ginger. Whisked together, before tossing in the apple slices (Golden Delicious), it has the same glossy, luxurious look of melted chocolate.

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The topping, meanwhile, has got cornmeal, flour, and brown sugar, mixed with butter and a little cream. The recipe specifically calls for coarsely ground cornmeal, which is the one thing I would change. Given the preparation, the grains stayed a little too crunchy for our taste, which might not have been the case if I'd used a medium grind.

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In any case, pour the apple mixture into the crust, and top with the cornmeal mixture.

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Bake it for a half an hour, then cover with foil and bake another half an hour. 

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Et, voila.

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Make no mistake, this is an intense pie. It's also kind of runny. I was hoping it would set up a little better than it did. No complaints about flavor, though.

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Skin and All

The silver lining I'm forcing myself to see about Hurricane Irene is that it forced me to do the annual re-learning how to shop for produce during peak harvest season. Normally, by the time my farm stops delivering, all that's at the greenmarket is potatoes and apples, which means I go back to spending my entire paycheck at the Italian market up the street, where I have my pick of all kinds of non-seasonal and exotic fruits & veggies. But this year, I have spent a lot of time (and money) at the Union Square Greenmarket, opening up my kitchen to a much wider variety of local, seasonal things to cook with. Not that Stoneledge's harvest is a monoculture by any means, but we typically get one variety of potato, 2 alternating kinds of Swiss chard, a few tomatoes, maybe some funky heirloom eggplants in addition to the more usual Italian. And it is all wonderful. But they don't grow yellow carrots*, or purple potatoes, or red kuri squash, the key ingredient in a very tempting soup from Dorie Greenspan's Around My French Table: More Than 300 Recipes from My Home to Yours.

Red kuri is a funny beast. It is a variety of winter squash that can grow quite large. It can be lumpy and kind of intimidating, but it has a couple of secrets, revealed to me by Dorie. One, it tastes a like chestnuts. And two, the skin is edible.

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I abandoned the French Fridays with Dorie project after about 6 months, because that was about as much time as I was willing to have other people guide my choice of what to make for dinner (even just two or three nights a month). Also, I felt I had gotten a pretty good idea of the book we were cooking from, and I was just as happy to keep exploring it at my own pace, and at my own direction. Or to retread some ground. (I made her poached spiced pears for dessert just last night, I've done several varieties of the savory cheese quick bread, and I really enjoyed the tomato variation on the mustard tart.)

So I don't know if the group has done this recipe yet, and it's not Friday, but even so, this soup is worth some attention. There are very few ingredients, usually a good sign to my mind, so do try to find the highest quality available to you if you decide to make this for dinner. The squash needs to be washed thoroughly--dirt can very easily sneak into the funny crevices, and you'll be eating the beautiful red-orange skin, so really give it a scrub. Then cut it in half:

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and scoop out the seeds & membranes. Kuri seeds are awfully hard & thick, so they are not really the best for toasting, but give it a try if you want (I did not). Then cut it all up into big chunks. The color contrast between the skin and the flesh is much more striking in person than on a computer screen.

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Wash and cut up a couple of leeks, too (though possibly not in that order, depending on your preferred leek-washing method). Also big chunks.

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Toss the veggies in a big pot with equal parts milk & water, and a good bit of salt.

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It'll need to simmer for about a half an hour, until the squash is soft enough to mash up. But instead of mashing it up, run it through a food mill, or puree it in a blender, or with the brand new emersion blender your mom got you as a birthday gift (thanks, mom!). I recommend not blending it TOO much, though, because it's so lovely to be able to see the flecks of dark skin mixed into the lighter base of the soup.

Dorie's suggestion for serving is to add diced apple, toasted walnuts, and a little creme fraiche, and as with so many of her suggestions, it is excellent and flexible. Asian pear would probably be great, or try some other varieties of nuts. And as always in my kitchen, sour cream is a good creme fraiche alternative for this kind of thing. Some other suggested variations are on Dorie's own post about this (along with the complete recipe).

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A bit of good bread, toasted and spread thinly with some blue cheese, is also quite nice.

*When I was up at the farm to help with a garlic planting this fall, the farm explained to us that some heirloom varieties just don't grow as well for them, and require a lot more attention--especially the weird colored veggies.

Tomato Galette

Did you know that there are people who hate tomatoes? I mean, haaaaaate them. The combination of the flavor and the texture makes certain people literally gag. I find this totally incomprehensible. I mean, look at these beautiful things:

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How can you not want to grab a handful of those little sunburst cherry tomatoes and see how many you can fit in your mouth before they all explode? (I've done that with grapes, actually, but not tomatoes, and the answer is 17.) But I guess it's the same for me with smoked fish, to which I have a taste aversion. For years, I thought my friends who would quietly refuse tomatoes, ask for them to be left out of salads, were just a little bit crazy and had probably never had a really GOOD tomato. It turns out they were just being polite, whereas when I am offered smoked fish, I freely admit that if I eat it I will want to throw up, so no, thank you. No loss to me--it's not like an allergy to something I actually enjoy--and it means there'll be more for everyone else. Why mince words, when it means people will keep insisting you try the damn stuff?

So I won't force this galette on anyone who is in the tomato-phobe camp (and my goodness, there are a lot of you). But for the rest of us, here is what you do:

Make a pie crust. Half a recipe is fine, since you won't need a top crust or a latice. Chill it, then roll it out in a rough circle, and smear some good mustard in a circle in the middle. Then grate some cheese on top--cheddar, gruyere, whatever you like.

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Take your cherry tomatoes (smallish ones) and layer them over the cheese. Get them in as close as you can, with as little space between them as possible.

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Then you just fold up the sides of the crust. Try to make it roughly even, though keeping in mind that "rustic" is not a bad adjective to describe this dish. If the crust starts to split around the edges, no big deal--just pinch it back together. Put it on a baking sheet, or in a pie plate, lined with a piece of parchment (perhaps the same piece you had wrapped the dough in while you refrigerated it?) and stick it in the oven.

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The problem with this recipe is that you really need to let it cool before you cut into it. As wonderful as it will smell right out of the oven, trust me that it will really benefit from getting a bit closer to room temperature. You want all the tomato-y juices to sort of gel--which they will do on their own--rather than run all over the place as soon as you cut a slice.

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This is a wonderful dinner with just a green salad on the side. And leftover the next day, eaten at room temperature, a slice of this is infinitely better than cold pizza.