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27/11/2009 Nutritious School Lunches: Kate Chegwin Catering Club in the Edmonton JournalThis is our second press coverage this fall. Whoo-hoo! The idea of Edible Education is huge. Getting students interested in food is effortless. Getting them interested in eating healthy, nutritious, good, clean and fair food takes a little more time, but is suprisingly not difficult. It is a very natural process, actually, and the results are always the same. They get it. They love it. They do it.
Take a look at the Edmonton Journal article yesterday here: http://www.edmontonjournal.com/life/Students+serve+lunch+with+relish/2267928/story.html
and then come back to read our back story.
The Catering Club was started last year in the fall with a huge interest from the students. The first meeting had over 50 students. Everyone wanted to cook. There were road blocks along the way to our success, but the "club" really got into major motion in February of last year, but we were not catering for anyone. We were just cooking, tasting, and getting to know one another, and getting to know the importance of good hygiene and safety when wotking in the kitchen together.
I met with the Hany, our Health Inspector in early March, and found out what I needed to do to get this program rolling, then I did it.
That was easy. Truly. The course was interesting, and one entire day. Now we were ready to start to make and sell nutritious lunches to the staff and students at our school. The taste education happens in our Catering Club. I plan the meals with student input, if someone brings in an idea that they are really excited about, or if something suddenly goes on sale, we change our plans.
Anyone can join Catering Club, whether they are in my foods class, or not. They can come any time: once a week, once a year, sporadically, or regularly. Whatever works for them. We all welcome new comers. My students are my best recruiters.
There are about 20 students each evening in the Catering Club. Tuesday evenings from 3-4:30 is usually time for me to do taste education and for the students to become mad scientists: baking, and making, and tasting, and involved in the development of an acute awareness of the difference in the quality and the taste and texture of food.
Wednesday evening from 3-4:30 is completely focused on preparing the meal for Friday's lunch. The attendance doesn't really vary. I thought that students would be far more interested in cooking for themselves than in coming to the Wednesday club time. But, I was wrong. Students come because they love to learn how to cook good, clean, and fair healthy food. They are not afraid of the hard work. They exude pleasure and enjoyment throughout the entire peeling, cleaning, washing, mincing, dicing and julienning sessions. The students naturally celebrate teh tastes of raw food, the smells, and the colours. I don't have to say anything about it. Their comments and conversations are so astute and important that I am consistently compelled to share this experience with whomever I can.
I bring in a big bowl of all colours and shapes and kinds of potatoes. Each student touches, and feels, and smells and tastes and compares mouthfeel, and crunch (or lack of), sweetness, bitterness, starchiness, similarities and differences etc, of these potatoes raw. Then we cook them, and we go through the same process again. An occasional student will pass on a taste. Nothing is ever forced. But most are extremely perceptive and keen as they move back and forth testing and tasting and talking to one another about what they think about each potato, what they like, prefer, don't care for, and why.
I do the same with apples, and tomatoes, and carrots, and any other vegetable and fruit I can possibly do it with.
Then, once we make something, like a pie, or a crisp, or a soup, or a meatball, I buy the best premade processed equivalent I can find, or two, and we compare all of the aspects of those with the ones made from scratch with our own hand.
We compare costs. We compare nutritive value. But, not on paper. As part of the conversation, or on a white board to calculate differences... within out group... this learning is fundamental. The teaching is so easy. The time spent is priceless and is providing these specific yought with foundation for a different future. A future of healthy living and eating and one where they have learned and experiences the differences in and where they understand their personal power and its importance to their future health, and to the health and sustainability of our planet. We talk about that, too.
I spend as much of our money as I can at Farmer's Markets. I have to buy certified produce as we are a school and bound by the laws of Alberta Health Services. This is a cost recovery program. My students pay nothing. They keep half of whatever they make. The other half goes to me to sell at our school store. For the nutritious lunches, as this food is sold as close to cost as possible, to encourage and enable student purchase, catering club students get a discount.
That is out back story. It is an important one. It would be my hope that the young parents of today understand the critical importance of cooking from scratch with their toddlers, of making the dinner meal the center of their day, and of understanding the crisis our youth are facing as most are growing into "excellent students of this Fast Food Nation", encouraged by almost every adult they know through the "treats" bestowed upon them.
We all need to change.
24/11/2009 Baking With a Friend 5: Linda Celmainis and her Famous Bacon Buns 38 years later....Visiting Mrs. Celmainis (read her story) at her home two weeks ago was a serendipitous experience. I met Anita at a Slow Food Edmonton meeting several months ago, and when she said she was from Latvia, I mentioned that I had known a Latvian family from Red Deer several hundred years ago. Eureka! She knew them. She must be mistaken. It was too much of an amazing coincidence. But, it was true. I had to see Mrs. Celmainis. I could remember how her husband looked, but could not visualize Linda. However, the moment she opener her door, the memories from my past layered over my present reality. There she stood, that little grin on her face, her twinkly eyes. Yes, at 94 she had changed. So had I. Yet, she was still the same. What a miracle that I was able to see her again. I was not going to disregard this miracle. And, Anita was such a blessing. She arranged our meeting, came with me, and facilitated the entire visit. So innately kind of her.
We sat and I had to have a cup of Linda's wonderfully strong freshly brewed coffee. As I recounted the vivid pictures in my head, Linda just shook her head and laughed now and then. "I remember somebody. I guess it could have been you. I remember having you to dinner." Linda had a vague recollection. Vague. She didn't recall me going with her and her husband to Diney and Bob's first home on Bellamy Hill in Edmonton. She didn't recall very much. I really thought I had made more of an impression. And, that was quite an incredulous awakening for me. This family had made such a funamental impression on me as a youth, and Mrs, Celmainis didn't even recall more than a shadow of my existence in her life. That just makes me smile that smile of quiet understanding. Life is a really beautiful adventure and here is yet another lesson I am learning. And, now I have the opportunity to touch this woman's life back.
Anita brought Linda Celmainis to lunch Sunday to make Bacon Buns. I was so pleased to be able to host her in my home, and to learn from her hand. When I was 16 years old, Linda's daughter, Sal met me, and hooked me up with her mother and father as they had a young man boarding at their house at the time. He was mentally handicapped and they asked me if I would tutor him a couple of times a week in Spelling and in working to pass his Driver's Licence Test. I was honored. And the pay? Five dollars an hour. Five dollars and hour! I was 16 and this was in 1971 and 1972. That was big, big money in those days. I was never late and really enjoyed my time with Bruce. I later found out that they were more interested in perking up his week with time with a young gal than in anything to do with tutoring. And here I was working so hard preparing my lessons!
My relationship with the Celmainises strengthened. They had escaped Latvia and come to Canada several years earlier. I listened to their story, and was truly moved by their passion. They were such a loving couple. What impressed me the most was that I was treated as an adult by them. I would come in, and was always offered a coffee and Linda (Mrs. Celmainis to me, at that time) always had time for a visit with me. She made the best coffee. It was strong and black and she served it in a silver perculator. I always looked forward to her coffee. And there was often some kind of ethnic bite to go with it. Just a bite. Just perfect.
Through our friendship, I helped her with Diney and Bob's wedding preparations and learned to spread the butter all the way to the edges of the crust of the bread when making my first open faced Latvian sandwiches. I was invited to dinner and ate my first beef stroganoff and warm purple cabbage with bacon. I was enchanted with her food, her family, and the warm sparkle in her eye. But, Bruce moved back to Provost, I went to University in Edmonton, and though we did keep in touch for awhile, eventually, we lost track of one anohter. At least I lost track of them. Clearly, she didn't think of me through the years as I thought of them.
Sal, her daughter, had been my counsellor for one week at the University of Alberta during the summer of 1971 when I attended a High School Student Council Training Workshop with other High School Student Council members throughout the province of Alberta. She also didn't recall me when I sent her a message through Facebook, again facilitated through Anita. Do you see me grinning?
As I was unpacking my memories with the Clemainises, the memory of Linda's Bacon Buns, still as fresh as if it was yesterday, wafted through my darkness and erupted my sensory awareness. I don't really remember the first time I was introduced to these. I have not even thought of them, nor have I come accross them, for thirty eight years, but I do remember that Mrs. Celmainis always had one saved for me somewhere in the back of her bread box after a special holiiday dinner. She knew I loved them, and she never forgot me. I had to have her teach me how to make these. I love them, and I want to have the knowedge and the connection with her through this special food.
When I greeted Linda Sunday and asked her how she was as she was coming in my door with Anita, her answer. "Well, I'm still alive." and she grinned. It was a beautiful sunny fall day, and a wonderful day to be out. As she was walking into my kitchen she fussed about me making lunch for her. "You shouldn't have done that. I don't eat much." And, she didn't, but she did manage to eat a bun sized portion of the fresh bread I had made for her with about 1/2 a cup of some homemade yam soup. I was so happy I had made that bread. I could see she enjoyed it. She was sitting up at the island, and we were all sipping our soup and so happy to be having a little visit on this gorgeous day. I didn't know her stamina, and didn't want to tire her, so I had made her dough recipe already, and Anita (bless her heart) had brought the filling pre-made. While they were still eating, I got out the dough to let Linda have a feel and she was impressed, so I got started portioning the dough.
![]() When I asked her if my portions were the right size, she took it and right away started to make a bacon bun. She said it was huge, but it would have made her husband happy. I made it smaller, and then she said they were perfect. Anita said they were still about double the size they should be. And, after they rose, and were baked, they were exactly how I remembered them. But, certainly far too big for appetizer size. So, if you want appetizer size, make them 1/2 ounce portions.
Look at that concentration. Isn't she adorable? She didn't even finish her soup until I took them away from her until she did finish her lunch.
Look at those experienced hands fly!
I commented on how fast she was, and she quipped back, "Well, I am making Bacon Buns, not taking pictures every minute!" Always a little humour up her sleeve!
I love the above photo. And below, Anita has shaped her Bacon Buns into a crescent shape as that is her family tradition and that was so much fun for me to see.
Bacon Buns
This recipe will make about 76 bacon buns with the dough at one ounce each as in the photos. If you make them smaller as most seem inclined to do, it will make many more! If making the dough in your Thermomix machine, halve the recipe and do it twice. This batch is just too big for the machine. The Thermomix amount (half a batch) appears in red.
Ingredients for the Dough:
Ingredients for the Filling:
Instructions for the Dough:
I did use my Thermomix for the dough, though this recipe is too big for the machine, and a really wet dough. The photos will hopefully give you the confidence to follow through as it is a beautiful dough, as well.
Themomix Instructions:
Instructions for the Filling:
Two really important tips about the flling:
Making Bacon Buns:
They freeze beautifully, if they will last that long! *K&K Foodliner has the best I have found in Edmonton, though Sobey's also has some at their delicatessen. Here is the typed version of the original recipe that one of Linda's grandchildren created from watching her make her buns, and this is the recipe I have used and explained above. I was having guests for dinner Sunday evening. Anita was tired, and neither of us were sure about Linda's stamina, but it became clear that she was not ready to go home when the time came. We had a hearty visit after our baking. I showed her around the house. She was curious, and interested. Anita had told her that it was time to leave, but Linda was just not interested in going. I felt quite guilty. Why had I planned another event on the same day? As I walked her to the car, I told her we would take her for a drive, and for lunch next time. She told us how much she enjoys going for drives and how good her son-in-law Bob is to her as he takes her for often. She did add that she was pretty sure he didn't enjoy shopping for women's clothing or lingerie. (So, maybe we'll take her to do some girly shopping, too.) She was adamant. "Oh, for goodness sake. You don't need to bother with me!" Anita grinned, "Didn't you have a nice time?" Linda didn't miss a beat, bantering back, "Well, yes, I guess I did!" with her little twinkly-eyed grin. "Ok, then! We'll do it again!"
And, the Bacon Buns? Vanja loves me even more. They are so delicious, and exactly how I remember them. The bun is fragrant and eggy and the filling - well, it's bacon. Need I say more? 15/11/2009 Mastering the Art of the Elusive French Macaron: Take 2Voila! Tres bon! Non? Well, not exactly. I am so pleased with the way that this little lovely presents herself: a smooth and shiny coat, proper little feet, or collar. I was very excited... but, she is a bit too brittle. Chewy, yes. Still chewy, but instead of the delicate shell giving way to a gooey interior, I find myself crunching, and I mean CR-UN-CHING! ...and then the interior melts into gooeyness. Very different that what is "supposed" to happen. Yes, looks do deceive. It would be great if I knew why I had a better look and a less appealing taste. I do think I have an idea:
What do you think Béné? Giselle? How did I do? Suggestions? Anyone? I really want to make these every day, but I just haven't the time right now, thought that is how I would learn best. Actually, I would learn best baking them beside Béné a few more than a few more times.
Now, for the Pink Peppercorn Macarons! The fragrance of the peppercorns was intoxicating. I can see how you got the idea to make these, Aran! The difference here is, that I cannot stop experimenting. I did know that I "should have" worked at making a plain macaron with pink colouring and peppercorns crushed on top. However, instead, I put 15 grams of crushed pink peppercorn into the almond flour. it was so fragrant. I did overmix the batter without even realizing it. The "plain" macaron has such a different texture, and Bene did tell me that I would have to adjust accordingly, and I guess the pink peppercorn granules just didn't do it.
I was surprised when the really flat little paddies actually grew feet. The batter was running all over the pan with the parchment paper on it. When I piped it onto the silpat, each circle held itself in place. That was a good little discovery.
I did have quite a bit of the flour that wouldn't go through the sieve. Probably because I hadn't crushed the pink peppercorn enough. So, I altered the recipe accordingly. That may had been why I over mixed it. It was about a fifth less that I had been working with.
I was so excited to add the powdered colouring I found in the city. I thought one of these would be plenty. Well, I added 5, and got the pale anemic colour you see below. They were pretty, but I was not trying to get this colour. I was working at a fresh pink shade.
I am not starting from scratch... but I may need a lesson again soon. It is easy to lose perspective in one's own little mad world.
So, back to the drawing board... stay tuned! 12/11/2009 Peeling Garlic in the Thermomix: So Fast, So Easy, So Much!I came across this fantastic "slideo" on You Tube that explains perfectly one of the many advantages of the Thermomix machine. I love mine. Helene has put this to some pretty funky western music, so I thought it would be a perfect accompaniment to the National Rodeo Finals in our fine city this weekend!
Thank you, HELENE! 05/11/2009 Sometimes I have to Learn the Same Thing TwiceNo matter how experienced or learned I become, I still make major mistakes. Am I the only one? For example, I got this simple, simple, simple idea to make miniature stuffed peppers for my staff kick off to the new year party in September. I thought they would be a brilliant addition to the menu for two reasons: they freeze well, and I needed to make as much as possible in advance, and they are so comforting and gently flavoured. But, there was not a miniature pepper to be found in August, so I didn't do it. The first time I saw them again, I thought, "Perfect! I will make them and freeze them in individual dinner portions as a side." And I did.
But, this is when I blew it. I don't think I am over confident. I know I am experienced. And, I know I am over tired. I made the meat as if I was stuffing cabbage rolls. I filled the peppers, and froze them. I had such fun patting the belly of each little portion. Each was so cute with its own little shape. I was very satisfied and proud of them when I was finished and cleaning up. They are pretty, aren't they?
And then I pulled the bag of really oddly shaped ones to make for Vanja's dinner the other night and baked them up, topped with a yummy tomato paste sauce. The aroma was as it should have been. He walked into the house, breathed deeply, and felt loved. I wagged my little tail over to the oven and dished up his plate when he later sat down at the table. I waited, apprehensive. (Well, not really apprehensive, but I always wait for the word he will choose to shower his thanks and appreciation upon me.) "Ehm-ehmmm!" I was still waiting. He sometimes (yes, still) does need a reminder. He just kind of looked up from under his brows very apologetically and said, "Well, it smelled really good. It's really dry, and really bland. And actually, they are tasteless... and the pepper isn't really cooked well, and...." STOP! I didn't say it, I just looked it I grabbed a fork and dug in. "UGH!" What happened. I was so confused. What s the matter with me? This is such a simple basic and staple recipe. I didn't even twist it on its head, just on its side a little bit.
I felt terrible. I felt useless, and stupid, and powerless. I can handle making mistakes... but at this phase of my life with my expertise, this was inexcusable. Not from Vanja's view, but from mine. I did figure out what I did wrong, but not for a couple of days.
I did them like this the very first time I made them one or two hundred years ago. I think I have just been working too hard at too many things to do any of them very well right now. Of course, I usually cook the filling before I fill peppers!!! The filling is moist and yummy and cooled completely. They are not immersed in liquid and simmer-boiled for hours like cabbage rolls. The meat must be cooked in advance to be mosit and tasty. THEN the peppers are stuffed and frozen! How did I ever forget that? They are reheated with a generous amount of the tomato sauce slathered over them, and then shredded cheese lightly sprinkled on top the last 5 minutes. I will include the recipe and the photo the next time I pull a bag out of the deep freeze. I will have to thaw them, cook the meat, and adjust it however it needs to be adjusted to ensure it is flavourful and moist, then I will stuff and bake the peppers... so, watch for a photo of my husband smiling in the future. I think I need more sleep first! 03/11/2009 Baking with a Friend 4: Mastering the Art of the Elusive French Macaron with BénéMerci beaucoup, Béné. You have enabled me. Look at des délectable macarons au chocolat! Très bon, Valerie. Magnifique! I never imagined that I would do so well with Béné's guidance. I am a focused, capable, and determined student. But I have failed so many times. I did believe success was possible. For sure. Just not this much, this quickly. I feel good (Da-da-da-da-da-da! Oh-ya!) They are not perfect. But, I am not about to start picking apart this accomplishment. I am going to look at what is right about them. Like how light and crisp and chewy they are, and how they are not very sweet which I love, and how they are very chocolatey which I love even more. And how they are pretty. Aren't they so, so pretty? I can't stop looking at them. I cannot stop grinning. They are just so pretty.
I am so pleased with my pluck. I missed the Edmonton Foodie Meetup #2 as we were flying to Europe that day, but I did read all of the blogs that those in attendance wrote, and it was Chris's from Eating is the Hard Part that chronicled all of the offerings beautifully. I felt like I had almost been there, and then I scrolled down to the most perfect box of macarons au chocolat that he had attributed to a couple called Béné and Chris. That stopped me cold. I don't remember a thing anyone else brought. I was levitating. Who is this couple? I could find no blog at that time, but I did find an e-mail and wrote to Béné asking her if she would teach me how to make them.... and then, on Saturday, there we were. And I am so pleased with my pluck!
She welcomed me into her absolutely gorgeous new home, and I learned so much that I have never read anywhere. This will be the macaron baking article that everyone will want to read. For sure! First, we started with measuring, grinding, and sifting the dry ingredients. The dry mixture needs to be as soft as flour with absolutely no grit when you rub it between your fingers.
Then we prepared our pastry bags, cookie sheets, and beat the egg whites with a pinch of salt and 15 g of granulated sugar once the whites began to foam. We chatted and beat until they were glossy and held their own peaks, but were not stiff.
We folded one half of the dry ingredients into the egg white mixture with a silicone spatula, adding the other half when that was incorporated. Watching her do this was fascinating for me. I was second guessing myself every second. Béné was calm, and confident and built belief within me that I was doing the right thing. Everything would be fine. My almond flour was not quite as fine as hers, so my milled almond powder and sugar mixture was not quite as soft as hers. Mine was still very, very fine, however. Her batter appeared lighter and glossier. I think I beat my egg whites a little stiffer than she did. Every step of the way, she would look at my batter, and hers, and then say something very practical and reassuring like, "That looks really good. You are doing really well." And, if there was a difference in the appearance of mine from hers (and there was), "It could be the almond flour, but I am sure it will turn out well. It looks fine to me." And, I believed her. She was very comforting, and very kind. After all, she was teaching a perfect stranger in her own kitchen who had seen a photograph of her baking and e-mailed her for a lesson. There are too few people who bake anymore, let alone anyone as generous as Béné with the expertise she possesses. I did learn, and will remember, everything. The consistency of the macaron batter before piping was key for me, and critical to my future macaron successes. (Did I say "successes"? Yes, I did!)
My red food colouring had a completely different hue than hers. My batter looked like grey mud; hers like warm caramel. But, she kept reassuring me, and she was right. "The colour is fine. It will change through the baking process, and it even changes as it cools and dries." Mine looks vastly different below only because I went over to the natural daylight from a window to snap the photo of it. Pastry bags were filled, I loved her clips (from Ikea... and I will probably make a special trip to Ikea now, just for pastry bag clips.)
Look at that focus. Piping mine onto the tray was when I realized there was another step in this process to master. Yikes! I did get a rhythm going on my second sheet. I had quite a menagerie my first sheet. But, when the shells came out of the oven, they had each grown into stately litte delicacies and were all gorgeous!
The second sheet is mine. You can hardly tell the difference!They needed ot sit 30 to 60 minutes until they are not sticky to the touch. Then, into the oven they went at 365 F for 12 minutes. I was unabashedly on the floor with my nose practically pressed against the oven glass at this point. There are feet in there. Look at those cute chubby little feet! Oh, my! Oh, my,my!
If the shell lifts off of the pan, the macarons can be removed from the oven. Béné is checking with a spoon.
Béné was so calm. This was the perfect learning experience. A bright lovely day in a bright and lovely condo.
Above are mine. Below are hers. Mine have chubbier feet? My shells are not as glossy as hers. See how perfect hers are? Oh, stop it. I am really just plain ecstatic and so thrilled to even have any feet. I even happen to think that chubby is cute!
I packed my car back up. I have so much to offer, too, but only if it is something another wants... and at the moment I turned to thank Béné once again, and say good bye, I felt that suddenly I had nothing of value to offer this young gal, whatsoever. I know that is not true, but I was deeply thankful and so earnestly wanted to be able to return this gift of time, sharing, friendship and knowledge. I will not forget. I will do that one day.
I came home. Did not unload the car. Washed my hands, and made my ganache. Don't ask me how. I don't remember. It was delicious and looked like this (above). I partnered my little shells with ones of equal footing, and sealed their fate with a little dollop and squeeze. Oh-la-la.
Then I played with my cookies! This was a first for me. And it was really, really fun! I stacked them, and leaned them, and rolled them, and made different patterns with them. I studied them and compared them. I organized them, and categorized them using many different approaches. All very carefully. This was an essential part of my enjoyment. Sometimes I have more pleasure looking and sniffing and sampling and taking a photograph of a tasty tidbit than I do eating it. Eating and tasting are such completely different matters.
I think these images just about sum up how much enjoyment I attained mastering the elusive French macaron on this sunny October morning.
Now, here is what I learned:
1. Weigh125 g of almond powder (Planet Organic has the best, in the fridge) and make sure it is really fine; I ground mine in my Thermomix for about 90 seconds
2. Add 200 g of icing sugar and 15 g of cocoa (I used valrhona when I came home, and didn't need any food colouring! Good thing, as I forgot to add it!) and again grind or mill these ingredients in a food processor, a Thermomix, a blender, or whatever you have to get the texture of the tant pour tant to feel as soft as Talcum Powder when you feel it between your fingers. That was a big, new, and important tip for me.
3. You can then take this blend of powders, and store the tant pour tant in a zip lock bag in your refrigerator until you want to make the macaron. That was a great tip.
4. If you love them, you need to eat a lot of lemon curd, pot de crème au chocolat , or you will just be wasting a ton of egg yolks. Buying the fresh egg whites in a little carton works very well. Weigh 100 g and place them n a bowl on the counter overnight. Other whites need to be seperated and on the counter for about 5 days to become runny and no longer gelatinous.
5. Beat the eggs with a pinch of salt and add 15 g of granulated sugar when the whites start to foam. Do not overbeat the whites. Beat them until they hold their peaks. Do not beat them until they are stiff and dry.
6. When adding the first 1/2 of the dry ingredients to the whites, work the folding gently, even by patting to moisten the whites and retain the air in them; then, work to combine (macaronner) and the batter is actually very shiny and quite a bit thinner than I expected. (Not too thin, but not thick, either.)
7. And the last really important and new bit of information that Béné shared with me was that the piped shells can be left until they do not stick to the touch, or piped shells can be left out even overnight if you are in a pinch for time. This was a huge tip for me.
Béné's Recipe
Ingredients
125 g almond powder
200 g icing sugar
15 g cocoa powder
100 g egg white
pinch of salt
15 g granulated sugar
Instructions:
As above
I didn't let anyone eat them for about two days. Well, everyone got one or two immediately, but then, no more until I had finished playing with them. They now need to be eaten, and enjoyed. I made another batch and used old whites. The whites were too old. The results were very good. I am not discouraged.
Actually, I am delighted! I have a batch of pink pepperrcorn tant pour tant zipped away in the fridge. I am well on my way..... 02/11/2009 Thermomix Distributors Visit Edmonton: Stir Fry Prawns/Shrimp and The Chinese DumplingThat dumpling even tastes more delectable than it looks! Believe me!
What a treat we were all in for last week! We had five days notice that Merry and Victor were visiting us from Vancouver. You would have that it was the early 1800's the way we panicked! Lynda and I had wanted them to come for over a year, but I was thinking I would just go there to meet them. It hadn't happened in over a year, and then, "Ringy-dingydingy! Hello! Valerie, Lynda, Hanna! We are coming to see you!" "But, but, but, but, but... " We all had a lot on our plate, but cleared what we could to make some time together on the Friday evening and more later on. Therer was not a planned conference, or even an agenda, but it was a wonderful, and long overdue warm evening of cooking together.
Everyone came with something to prepare and to share. I started with my Yogurt Cheese Balls, then made white and whole wheat bread and Porcini Chestnut Soup with White Truffle Oil. Merry stir fried beautiful black tailed tiger prawns in the Thermomix. She had marinated them for three hours in some seasonings and a bit of white wine. I had no idea they were so easy to do. She put the blade on Reverse at Speed 1-2 for three minutes. They were the best prawns I have eaten in my life. Absolutely jumped right out of the sea and on to my plate. YUM!
Then she made dumpling dough and the filling for Chinese Dumplings. This was a lot of fun. I need a pasta maker, Vanja! Merry was so suprised we didn't have one. Good thing, too. Half of the fun was rolling them by hand.
See how Merry is beaming? She should be. She did a wonderful job of teaching us all how to make the most magnificent Traditional Chinese Dumplings I have ever had.
She and Victor brought a very special kind of sauce with them that you cannot buy in Canada. It is a kind fo mushroom ferment and is meaty and earthy with a depth of richness that I have never tasted, yet it is also light. It brought the moist parcels of fragrant flavour a presence that really grounded the dish.
Hanna made crepes with cheese filling that she made in her Thermomix. I will try to get a link for this really lovely recipe.
Meanwhile, here is the shrimp recipe
Stir Fry Prawns Ingredients
Instructions: 1. Marinate the prawns with the above ingredients for 1-2 hours 2. Place 20g oil into TM31 bowl for 2 minutes at Varoma temperature on speed 1 3. Add marinated prawns for 3 minutes at Varoma temperature on Reverse + speed 1 4. Serve immediately
Good food, good fun, good friends, and good night! Making Yogurt, Yogurt Cheese, and Yogurt Cheese Balls is Too Too Easy with the Thermomix!I have actually written an extensive (me thinks) blog on this subject already, but so many people don't learn from reading. So, this is for you, Lynda! You said you needed me to actually show you because it was too difficult. That is the beauty of this machine. It is actually so simple to make such incredible food that it "seems" impossible, therefore, too difficult. This is so easy. Too easy. So delicious, nutritious and cost effective. Take a look at the original blog in the link above, and then here are a couple of flip videos on the subject. I did notice when I wsa reciting the ingredients for the yogurt cheese ball marinade that I omitted the salt. It is in the recipe, however.
So, do you agree? Is this not EASY PEESY! 25/10/2009 My Quest for the Elusive French Macaron: Meeting Giselle at Duchess Bake ShopFor the same reason as so many of us are enraptured by the French Macaron, I, too, am under its spell. There is something magical about the symmetry and juxtaposition coupled with the whimsical formality of this pâtisserie petit gâteau that enchants me. Treking down a narrow, history rich street in Paris in the early spring of 1995 a pâtisserie window was laden with offerings for the upcoming Easter holiday. What are those? Why are they so outrageously expensive (at twelve pieces for twenty four Euros)? At that time, the French Macarons were all pastel coloured, clearly precious and foreign to me. I had no frame of reference for anything remotely similar. I was doing some major lécher les vitrines ("window licking", literal translation for window shopping) during that trip. The next year, I was smarter, and bought some. My life changed at that moment as I was immediately driven to acquire the art and skill necessary to master this pièce de résistance.
This quest led me to Giselle Beggs. I met with her at Duchess Bake Shop Tuesday evening. The last time I was so motivated, my life changed, considerably. I have the feeling that the impetus resulting from my time with her will also be life altering. But, first, the macaron.
The light, crisp, delicate shell reveals a chewy wisp of heaven with one bite, and it is gone. The lingering je ne sais quoi is compelling. Another bite, and another, and another, and another, and another.....trying to capture that ephemeral allure. Yet, somehow, I never get enough. The fleeting bliss is part of my compulsion. Honest to God, these petit gâteau of effervescent chewy perfection have been a passion of mine since that first bite in Paris so long ago. I yearned to learn how to make these! Fervently.
My recent conversation with Giselle where I listened to her remarkable story of perseverence inspired me. I have discovered a renewed and enthusiastic capacity within myself to re-embark on my journey to mastery of the elusive French Macaron. In Giselle, I have found a mentor, and definitely a very special bake shop to run to whenever I need a boost of inspiration. Thank you, Giselle Beggs!
I never imagined that Edmonton would house a French Pâtisserie of the quality and charm that I discovered at Duchess Bake Shop. Few cities have a French Patisserie of any credibility that did not originate in France. Duchess Bake Shop originated in the mind and heart of Giselle and Garner Beggs when they were living in Tokyo frequenting such flagship stores as Pierre Herme and Ladurée.
The story of the macaron generally accepted by all is that it was created at the beginning of the 20th century by Ladurée. They attest to adding one final ingredient, a pinch of unique “know-how”, essential to the making of such a delicacy. This is the "unique pinch" that Giselle offers each of us through her gift of the macaron. It is this "know-how" that I am passionate for.
The story of Duchess Bake Shop starts with Giselle Beggs. She was born and bilingually educated in Edmonton. She met her husband, Garner, at the University of Victoria where she first studied Art History, and then went into Library Science. Each completely different than the other, yet complimentary. But, enough. She quit. But, she is not a drop out. Neither option was feeding her spirit, so she started to work in a Vancouver Bakery as she had always had an interest in baking and was seeking her niche. And, she excelled. She was soon working 18 hours a day. The work was grueling and not very satisfying. Enough. She and Garner packed their bags and moved to Japan to teach English. He, too, is an adventurer. Again, a competely different path. Giselle is fearless. It is important to her to love what she does and have a raison d'etre that bestows her with a joy and purpose, motivating her daily. That was clearly apparent as I listened to her story beaming up at me from under her flour dusted cap, eyes sparkling, though she hasn't had a decent sleep in days. The intense demands upon her time in her new over-the-top successful pâtisserie have surpassed even her expectations. Her catalyst? The macaron.
(They have kept me awake at night, too!) As we sat down together in their store, she lay a tattered, yellow booklet down upon the table and opened it. This chronicled her personal macaron making journey. She had notes from her escapades to Pierre Herme, Ladree and other Tokyo shops. She and Garner would eye the macaron, crunch on more than a few, taste, write notes, taste another, more notes. Giselle took a macaron making course in Tokyo from a baker there. She had little folding diagrams on the margin of one page of her journal. She is not afraid of hard work. She said it took her at least 50 times attempting to make the macaron until she was satisfied with her result. She said it was another 100 times until she developed her now "top secret" recipe for their bake shop. That is passion. That is perseverence. That is the mark of excellence, and that is the modus operandi of this couple.
She and Garner worked in Tokyo for four years to save money to enable this dream, they worked non-stop at developing their plan, and she continued to develop her recipes. They returned to Edmonton in May of 2009, had the keys for the shop July 15th and were open to the public the second of October. That is lightening speed.
And, they did everything themselves. That is, with their family and friends. The rococo interior, the cabinets, the ceiling, the logo, and whatever else needed to be done was done by this tenacious couple. Garner built the beautifully curved pastry counter. "Has he had experience building before?" The answer? "None, whatsoever." The counter is masterful. This is a couple that has both feet firmly planted on the ground and believes everything is possible. They believe in their personal abilities to do whatever it takes, and they do not stop until they succeed. And their foundation of family and committed circle of friends holds them to this standard with their love and personal sweat.
I had asked Giselle if she was interested in teaching people (like me) who needed to be taught a thing or two. I, too, usually accomplish my goals, but the macaron has eluded me. She gave me some great tips when we moved into her gorgeous, immaculate, and spacious kitchen. I found that very generous of her, yet learned it is so a part of who she is.
She had the batter ready. Look at the consistency.
And then, how she held the bag was so important. She explained to me what she was doing as she did it, and why. This was the first time I had even seen naked macarons that I knew were going to be baked masterpieces, not baked pools of batter. I was captivated. Then, she held the pan up, and hit the bottom of it forcefully, several times, to get out any bubbles and to knock down any peaks. I noticed that each peak deflated as she continued to pipe the tray, anyway. That must be one trait of perfect batter. She thought I had probably been over beating mine. I thought I had been underbeating them, so this was a revelation.
She has the most beautiful commercial oven I have ever seen. She said she worked with it when she took her classes at NAIT, and found it the best available. The trays rotate constantly while the oven cooks. I stood and watched the macarons cook for a few minutes. "Was it easy for you to adapt your recipe and process to this oven?" I asked. "Right where you are standing I cried big crocodile tears." she grinned, and I was taken by surprise. I became connected with that space I was standing in. Very connected.
And Giselle had, by that time, developed considerable confidence in her abilities, and knew that with adjustiment in temperature and ingredients, she would succeed as she now has.
Look at those little feet! This was my first "macaron-in -the-oven-growing-feet" experience. Whee!
And the next batch was lavender. Très français! I left Giselle with my arms laden with boxes of treats, my head filled with knowledge, and my heart with intense inspiration. I drove immediately to Notables and purchased a beautiful journal to record phase two of my quest for the elusive French Macaron. I was driving with one hand, tracing the embossed design on the cover of my new journal with my other hand, delighting in a rose scented macaron with my third hand, and grinning way past each ear all-the-way-home!
![]() And life offers more than one serendipitous moment to each of us now and then. Another came just days after this when a fellow food blogger, Bénédicte Garmier, accepted my plea to teach me how to make the French macaron. I had seen from the photos in June at the last Edmonton Food Blogger Meet-Up that she made beautiful ones. We had planned then to get together in the fall, but in September, she just wasn't available. Now she is, so keep tuned my adventures with Béné next!
Read Nikki's review, and Twyla's review of Duchess. And, to understand more about the macaron... ![]() 20/10/2009 A Sonnet From A Canadian Foodie: An Ode to Sundog Organic Farm's GarlicHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways... I love thee through the depth my gasps ignite extolling pow'rful pungency each flight. For your Simple Being, and appealing taste I love thee past Common Sense and Anchovy Paste! You quench my quiet crave for a heady bite; I love thee Ideally, and am not contrite. I love thy crunch, and fragrant purple haze; I love thee with ev'ry stench-ed breath I make. With my Belief, and my Fervent Craze, I love thy wild, unruly rooting ache. Without restraint, I love thy impudence Thus yearn to feature you in ev'ry dish I make; And vow to fore’er rise in your Defense. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
I love thee through the depth my gasps ignite extolling pow'rful pungency each flight. For your Simple Being, and appealing taste I love thee past Common Sense and Anchovy Paste! You quench my quiet crave for a heady bite; I love thee Ideally, and am not contrite. I love thy crunch, and fragrant purple haze; I love thee with ev'ry stench-ed breath I make. With my Belief, and my Fervent Craze, I love thy wild, unruly rooting ache. Without restraint, I love thy impudence Thus yearn to feature you in ev'ry dish I make; And vow to fore’er rise in your Defense. 15/10/2009 Recipes for the To-Die-For Boeuf Bourguignon and the Simple Brown Stock a la Julia ChildSimple Brown Stock a la Julia Child
Makes 2-3 litres
Ingredients
· 3-4 lbs beef bones, meaty
· 3 carrots, scraped, broken in several pieces
· 2 medium onions, peeled, quartered
· 3 stalks celery, broken in several pieces
· 2 leeks, cleaned and cut into chunks
· 1 sprig thyme
· 2 fresh bay leaves
· 2 garlic cloves, unpeeled (More if you like)
· 2 whole cloves
· 6-8 peppercorns
Instructions
1. Place the beef bones in a large heavy pot and cover with cold water by about two inches.
2. Bring to a simmer over medium heat and skim the sum which rises to the top--this should take about five minutes.
3. Add the remaining ingredients and more cold water so that everything is covered by at least an inch or two.
4. Bring the stock to a simmer again, skimming as necessary.
5. When the stock is simmering (Do NOT allow it to boil), partially cover and maintain at a very slow simmer for four to five hours.
6. If the water level gets too low, add boiling water to the pot.
7. Skim as necessary.
8. When the vegetables and the bones have given their all to the broth, strain the broth and discard the solids.
9. Set the stock, uncovered in the refrigerator until the fat has risen to the top and solidified.
10. Remove and discard the fat.
11. Taste the degreased stock (remembering it contains no salt) and if it is not strong enough, reduce it over medium heat.
12. When the stock is cold, store in the refrigerator for up to three days or in the freezer.
Boeuf Bourguignon a la Julia Child
Use a wine which you would drink, and the better the cut of beef, the better the stew. As the beef is combined with braised onions and sautéed mushrooms, all that is needed to complete your main course is a bowl of potatoes or noodles and lots of good bread for the sauce. Ingredients for the Stew:§ 6 ounces bacon, solid chunk § 1 tablespoon olive oil § 3 lbs lean stewing beef, cut into 2-inch cubes § 1 carrot, peeled and sliced § 1 onion, peeled and sliced § 1 teaspoon salt § 1/4 teaspoon pepper, freshly ground § 2 tablespoons flour § 3 cups red wine (a full bodied wine like Bordeaux or Burgundy or Chianti) § 2-3 cups beef stock (Simple Brown Stock is posted above, unsalted and defatted) § 1 tablespoon tomato paste § 2 garlic cloves, mashed (you may choose to add more) § 1 sprig thyme (or 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme) § 1 bay leaf, preferably fresh Ingredients for the Braised Onions§ 18-24 white pearl onions, peeled § 1 1/2 tablespoons unsalted butter § 1 1/2 tablespoons olive oil § 1/2 cup beef stock § salt & fresh ground pepper § 1 bay leaf § 1 sprig thyme § 2 sprigs parsley Ingredients for the Sautéed Mushrooms§ 1 lb mushroom, quartered § 2 tablespoons unsalted butter § 1 tablespoon olive oil Instructions for the Stew:1. First ,prepare the bacon:§ cut off the rind and reserve;§ cut the bacon into lardons about 1/4" think and 1 1/2" long;§ simmer the rind and the lardons for ten minutes in 1 1/2 quarts of water§ drain and dry the lardons and rind and reserve2. Pre-heat the oven to 450°F3. Put the tablespoon of olive oil in a large (9" - 10" wide, 3" deep) fireproof casserole and warm over moderate heat§ sauté the lardons for 2 to 3 minutes to brown lightly; remove to a side dish with a slotted spoon§ dry off the pieces of beef and sauté beef, a few at a time in the hot oil/bacon fat until nicely browned on all sides; once browned, remove to the side plate with the bacon§ in the same oil/fat, sauté the onion and the carrot until softened.4. Pour off the fat and return the lardons and the beef to the casserole with the carrots and onion§ toss the contents of the casserole with the salt and pepper and sprinkle with the flour§ set the uncovered casserole in the oven for four minutes§ toss the contents of the casserole again and return to the hot oven for 4 more minutes5. Now, lower the heat to 325°F and remove the casserole from the oven§ add the wine and enough stock so that the meat is barely covered§ add the tomato paste, garlic and herbs and the bacon rind§ bring to a simmer on the top of the stove6. Cover and place in the oven, adjusting the heat so that the liquid simmers very slowly for three to four hours; the meat is done when a fork pierces it easily.7. While the meat is cooking, prepare the onions and mushrooms and set them aside till needed.Instructions for the Onion:(if using frozen makes sure they are defrosted and drained)o heat the butter and oil in a large skillet and add the onions to the skilleto sauté over medium heat for about ten minutes, rolling the onions about so they brown as evenly as possible, without breaking aparto pour in the stock, season to taste, add the herbs, and covero simmer over low heat for about 40 to 50 minutes until the onions are perfectly tender but retain their shape and the liquid has mostly evaporatedo remove the herbs and set the onions asideInstructions for the Mushrooms:o heat the butter and oil over high heat in a large skilleto as soon as the foam begins to subside add the mushrooms and toss and shake the pan for about five minuteso as soon as they have browned lightly, remove from heatInstructions to Finish the Stew:1. When the meat is tender, remove the casserole from the oven and empty its contents into a sieve set over a saucepan2. Wash out the casserole and return the beef and bacon to it (discarding the bits of carrot and onion and herbs which remain in the sieve)3. Distribute the mushrooms and onions over the meat4. Skim the fat off the sauce and simmer it for a minute or two, skimming off any additional fat which rises to the surface; You should be left with about 2 1/2 cups of sauce thick enough to coat a spoon lightly.§ if the sauce is too thick, add a few tablespoons of stock; if the sauce is too thin, boil it down to reduce to the right consistency; taste for seasoning§ pour the sauce over the meat and vegetables.5. If you are serving immediately:§ place the covered casserole over medium low heat and simmer 2 to 3 minutes§ Serve in the casserole or on a warm platter surrounded by noodles, potatoes or rice and garnished with fresh parsley6. If serving later or the next day:§ allow the casserole to cool and place cold, covered casserole in the refrigerator§ 20 minutes prior to serving, place over medium low heat and simmer very slowly for ten minutes, occasionally basting the meat and vegetables with the sauce.14/10/2009 To-Die-For Boeuf Bourguignon: Thank you Julia and JulieWell, I am certainly not Julia, nor Julie, but I do know how to read and follow instructions, and I do know how to cook, so cook I did! First of all, do you know how difficult it is to acquire a slab of smoked-bacon-with-rind in the city of Edmonton? Unfathomable! I was on the floor with that little discovery. Even Superstore doesn't have a butcher anymore. Where do these mega stores get their meat? I want to know! I only went there after I couldn't find any with rind at Sunterra Market and it was on my way to K&K Foodliner where I did find it. It was well worth the drive as it is the most wonderful smoked-bacon-with-rind I have used in years. I had already been to Safeway, Sobey's, and Save-On-Foods. Why so many huge chain stores? Simple. There was no smoked-bacon-with-rind at the downtown City Market on Saturday, so I stopped by where ever there was a grocery store open during my week from here to there, hoping to find a slab of bacon with rind on by Thursday. Dinner was Saturday, and I needed my bacon. My smoked-bacon-with-rind, that is. Is this not beautiful bacon? I was quivering with delight when I opened the package and smelled its sweet smokeyness and saw the quality of it. It is substantial, and meaty and so flavourful. OK. One down.
Next, the little onions. The recipe suggests frozen ones. First of all, I refuse to use frozen if I am going to make Julia Child's Boeuf Bourguignon! Humph! Second of all, there would not be any such thing to be found in the City of Edmonton as a bag of frozen baby onions, anyway. (And there wasn't. I did look.) So, where do I find these onions? A home economist friend suggested canned ones in a jar, probably also at K&K. I didn't say much at the time. I did appreciate her thoughtfulness, but canned onions in Child's Boeuf Bourguignon? Double humph! Wouldn't that be blasphemous? Miracles do happen, even to me. I had stopped by one of the many mega stores to find smoked-bacon-with-rind when I found these little glorious pearls in a basket shedding papery skin and revealing their delicate translucent glory. Blood rushed to my head. I need help! I was truly esctatic about this find! And even better, they were in bulk, and the tiny little hard seed-lke onions were accompanied by several (thirty-nine, I took them all) plump, juicy, small round perfect white "Boeuf Bourguignon" onions. I only needed eighteen to twenty-four. Some may not brown well. Lucky me. I now have extras and I need only use the purrrr-fect ones! Cheshire grin. See how beautiful they are? And this was only two minutes into the browning process. I followed the ten minute instructions exactly and every single one was deeply golden and delectably delicious. I know because I tested two. I had extras! I was watching Laura Calder make hers on TV after I made mine, and her onions looked anemic. She barely browned them at all. Do you feel me patting myself on the back with both hands?
Back to the bacon. See the rind? Of course it is important! But why boil the bacon first? if Julia says to do it, who am I to question it? I didn't. I did exactly what she told me to do. But, I did want to know why. Maybe that important tidbit was one of the pieces of valuable information her editors had her edit out of her first transcript. The 700 plus page transcript. I did find out the answer, though. Judith Jones said that Julia boiled the bacon so the smokey flavour would not be imparted to the beef. Judith also added that if you have a lot of fat in your beef, you could leave the bacon out. (Who would ever want to leave bacon out of anything?)
I loved reading My Life in France about Julia Child's early life. When we were in the Edmonton Airport this summer headed to Belgrade, I bought a copy to read on the plane. I am so glad I did. I love France, and Paris, and the South of France. That frame of reference, my love for that country, and my love for cooking brought the book to life for me. I would have never enjoyed the movie without reading My Life in France, first. But, I so enjoyed the movie. I went by myself one Friday to the 4pm matinee because I wanted to watch it alone. I don't have any close foodie friends, and didn't know anyone else who had already read the book. The singular expression on "Julie" when she pulled her finger out of the pot of Boeuf Bourguignon and licked the sauce off of it, coupled with the singular, "Yum!" was all it took for me to vow that I would be making Boeuf Bourguignon very, very soon. I was the woman `sitting across the restaurant from Sally in ``Harry met Sally`` when she said,`` I`ll have what she is having. This is what little boiled lardons of bacon look like. They are arresting, aren't they? But even more compelling are the little morsels of fried, fatty rapture below.
Now for the "boeuf"! After reading a lot of comments about Julia's original recipe on the Knopf site, I decided to use short ribs. So many of the comments on the Knopf site complained about their beef being too dry. Again, Judith Jones suggested short ribs. This cut of meat is not suggested in the original recipe, but short ribs it is. Judith should know. And, beef in Canada is different from the beef in France in the 1950`s. Particularly the beef in Canada, today. I bought the ribs, brought them home and deboned them, adding the bones to make the Simple Brown Stock as also suggested by Julia in another book instead of demi-glace. How could it possibly taste as good with brown sauce? Demi-glace is so luscious. But, this brown sauce, when reduced, and I did reduce it, was the best I had ever made. Now, if I could lay my hands on some veal bones (and I have asked every beef farmer I know), I would make my own demi-glace. Please help me find veal bones. I would be eternally grateful and share my glace with you!
When Julia says to pat the meat dry so that it will brown better, you pat dry. I probably wouldn't have, honestly. But, when "Judith Jones" in the movie was patting her beef dry with paper towel, it motivated me. Moreover, I was sure paper towel was invented much later than the 1950`s and was believing there may be a historical research error in that aspect of the film. Have we been using this disposable paper product for that long? At the same time, I was doubting that something so carefully considered hadn`t been researched. I came home and googled the history of paper towel. I was really saddened to learn it has been available for so many years. I love it, but I am even more careful now than I ever have been with how I use it, and how often I use it.
This was an excellent choice for the cut of meat. There was not one bit of fat left in the meat, yet each piece was tender and moist. I would definitely use it again. And, yes, the pieces are supposed to be this big. They are not supposed to be bite sized. I am just following Juila's directions, and the larger pieces of beef are sumptuous.
I browned each of the eleven sides of each piece of meat. Grease was splattering everywhere. I just about fell flat on my face twice because my floor was so slippery. Yes, it was worth it. Each carmelized side oozed flavour. I couldn't wait to get them back in the pan.
I cut the carrot and onions as Julia said...well, she said ``roughly chopped``, and I went a little past roughly. I hate wasting chunks of vegetable. If the garlic imparts more flavour when it is slivered, will that not work for the carrot that is sliced? These vegetables were going in the garbage after imparting their all to the stew, so shape didn`t matter. Which brings to mind the first photo in this blog. Do you see the carrots and onions in it? That is because it was taken before it became ``Boeuf Bourguignon``. Even at that stage it invites you in.
Julia was very clear about sautéing these vegetables in the bacon fat so that is exactly what I did. I do know that the flavour building in this pan is rich. It doesn't look very appetizing. Photographs at this phase can lack appeal, but watching the brown bits lift when the vegetables were added into the pan was arousing. Then, the bacon gets added back into the pan. Look at that!
Now the beef, or should I say, "boeuf"? This is definitely "boeuf", there is no doubt about it, by now, is added. ...and the remaining ingredients. I also deviated from the suggested wines and glugged in a bottle of Chateau Neuf de Pape. That is what we were drinking for dinner, so that is what I cooked with. I could not imagine that the flavours in front of me would transform to the depth of complexity that the time in the oven constructs.
The sauce is strained and reduced which intensified the vibrance; the vegetables, discarded. Onions and mushrooms added, and boiled baby potatoes placed around the edge of the braising pan for service. Yes, I even served this with peas, as Julia suggests, and homemade bread. Both were perfect accompaniments. This last bland photograph disappoints. It does not come close to providing a frame of reference for the expression on my face when I stuck my finger into the sauce and uttered a singular, "Yum." then dropped to the floor enraptured in blissful exhaustion when I tasted it. It was all worth it. Even Vanja loved it, and he detests me cooking anything with wine. I would make it again in a heartbeat if I could find the onions.... and veal bones would be a bonus! You will not find any photograph of the final product. I was having very special guests to dinner and did not want to take the time to find the right light and the right angle to photograph the final meal as it got cold for the very guests I had prepared it for.
So, guess who was coming for dinner? Bob and Beth. I hadn't seen Bob for far too long. He was an outstanding principal throughtout my school career. He motivated and inspired me daily. Came to dinner many years later, and motivated and inspired both of us. Retirement for him was simply a transition to his new ventures. We broke bread together and feasted on Julia's Boeuf Bourguignon, dunking into the sauce, licking fingers, smacking lips and talking about marvelous and brilliant thoughts late into the night. Well, not too late. I was all blurry eyed on many levels. And I leave you with my singular, and expressive, "YUM!" Now you will have to prepare this recipe yourself to capture the elusive frame of reference for this one singular word.
Bon Appetite! What do I do with all this Turkey? Turkey Pot Pie!Turkey soup? Absolutely! If you know how to make chicken soup, you know how to make turkey soup. Yes, you can use bones from a cooked bird. Raw meat and bones are not the only way to make great soup. Oh, stop laughing at me. I realize that foodies know this, and prairie children, but many young adults do not know this. Here's a great tip: freeze your chicken bones if you roast chickens, and when you have a few, make a great pot of soup. The more bones, the more flavour. It is that simple. I will be making soup, but first, I am making a large pot pie. Vanja loves puff pastry, so I am using it to crown the pie.
What I put into the pie:
(I just scrounged in my fridge and pulled out what I had)
How I made it:
It's a nice change from the regular turkey pot pie, certainly healthier, and I Vanja ate a fine amount of cooked vegetables without even realizing it. Now that is a coup! I wonder how many other Canadian families are eating turkey pot pie tonight. Certainly, eating turkey leftovers for supper and sliced turkey sandwiches (with homemade buns) with salt and pepper and cranberry sauce for lunch used to be an inherent part of our culture. Not so much anymore. Have you noticed? Ask your non-foodie friends what they are eating this week. When I lift my head out of my own little world and take stock of what is happening around me, I always find my tongue hanging awkwardly out of my mouth. No one cooks anymore. Not even at Thanksgiving. They go to their mom's, or buy a turkey roll. Am I right, or living in an odd neighbourhood?
It's almost pretty enough for company!
12/10/2009 Happy Thanksgiving 2009: Much To Be Thankful For.....This twenty seven point three pound baby is squeezed into this roaster like a woman on a Saturday night squeezes into her favourite dress knowing it is sizes too small. I know I "should have" used my larger shiny new roaster. I also know it would not brown this turkey like this older and smaller one did. I actually placed this one inside of the larger one to catch the drippings, then cooked it for 13 hours at 300°F. It was succulent. I love the heart that a turkey roasting in the oven brings into our home.
Did I want such a massive bird? NO. But, I did want a fresh, free range bird, and knew that Sunworks Farm was going to provide the best bird for my palate this year. Even if you preorder, you are not guaranteed a small bird; but, bless their hearts, they did take 15% off as it was such a massive size. Well, I did have my mom and dad, my daughter, and our friend V to send some home with, so, maybe I did want a bird this size.
So much to be thankful for. I appreciate that this time of year gives me pause to reflect upon my many blessings. Now, back to work! I had to try the Golden Delicious Squash that Sundog Organic Farms was selling. It was too pretty to pass up. After all, it is Thanksgiving. That is the meal for squashes, and root vegetables, and whatever else the harvest brings to feast upon. I was mesmerized by the twisted texture of the umbilical chord-like stem. Isn't it fabulous?
Beautiful flesh, and simple to roast: fourty minutes at 400°F. I just added salt and pepper. It was very tasty, more like a spaghetti squash than an acorn squash as the meat was very juicy and light in texture.
And, every turkey dinner at our house includes coleslaw. I am not sure why. I think it is because it is my dad's favourite, and very seasonal. I added Pink Lady apple, carrot, and onion in mine. I served turkey, dressing, gravy, cranberry sauce, boiled potatoes, carrots, sweet potatoes, beets, baby white turnips, buns and coleslaw. And I did have the traditional pumpkin pie with whipped cream for our second dessert. After my daughter's lovely offering. That is about as traditional as it gets, thus my thorough coverage of our dinner this year. The root vegetables were all from various farmer's markets about town and were full of flavour without anything but salt and pepper. The first three courses were not traditional and were completely inspired by what was seasonal at the markets. The appetizer was Prawns with Garlic Brown Butter Sauce and Pea Tendril Shoots. The salad was Herb Crusted Bacon, Broccoli and Apple Smoked Cheddar Tart Crouton with Tossed Greens. The soup was Pocini Chestnut Soup with White Truffle Oil and Herbed Crackers.
The dressing and gravy were "the dressing and the gravy" for our meal. Why do these same foods elicit such memories of our past and bind us so tightly together? Because we repeat this every year. Repetition is reassuring and evolves into ritual. Rituals are touchstones of our past that plant us even more deeply into our native soil and reaffirm our identify as we honor those that came before.
Homage To Alice Waters and Chez Panisse: Candied Orange Peel and Spiced WalnutsWhat a thrill to get a phone call from my daughter. "How 'bout I make the dessert for Thanksgiving Dinner, mom?" Wonderful! I had already made countless pumpkin pies, but my lips are sealed. I am just upset that I didn't get a shot of her lovingly made Cranberry Apple Bread Pudding. Neither did I capture any of my pumpkin pie making episodes. Next time. And easy-peasy in the Thermomix, too!
So once again I was inspired to finish the meal with the simpest of delights that we were served after dessert with coffee at Chez Pannisse. Candied orange peel and spiced nuts. I used Chinese Five Spice. Both were so refreshing, and as appealing to my guests yesterday as they were to me at Alice Waters' restaurant. Sometimes, most times, simple is best.
How to Make Turkey GravyAnyone that comes from Canadian prairie roots has had homemade gravy. Some of us know how to make it. Most don't. It is so simple that it seems to scare new generations from trying. The myth that it is full of fat does not have to be true. It is full of flavour. When I have the time, I like to leave the drippings overnight in the fridge, then skim off the solid fat with a spoon. After that, the gravy is guilt-free flavour! most times, however, the gravy is made just after he meat is cooked to be served shortly thereafter. As with our dinner yesterday. See all that flavour in my dad's mother's roasting pan?
The key is to get these drippings hot, and to try to disolve the caramlized flavour that has worked its way up the sides of the pan. I put the roaster over the burner and get it boiling and use the steam to release the drippings stuck to the sides of the pan with a good rubber spatula, then, if Chef Sous (Vanja) is available, I have him stir while I make the thickening mixture.
I take a good amount of flour, depending on how much gravy there is. Start with 2 tablespoons if you are afraid you may have too much. I think I have a half a cup in this dish. Then I add enough water to disolve the flour into it. I use a container with a lid that tightly seals and shake the flour and water together until completely combined. Meanwhile, I check on the bubbling gravy, and add some freshly ground pepper and a good teaspoonful of salt. While stirring with a whisk, I take the flour mixture and pour it into the simmering liquid through a seive, stirring constantly. It takes seconds to thicken, it seems, and longer to cook the flour. I stir and cook until it is the thickeness I like, and the flavour I want.
And there you have it. Good, old fashioned, homemade turkey gravy. YUM! San Francisco Sour Dough Buns in Edmonton!There are always homemade buns for every holiday dinner at our house, and now, effortlessly, with my Thermomix. What was more fun for this special dinner was that I used the sour dough starter that I got in San Francisco with on my walking tour with Grace Ann Walden. Here is a little reminder photo about the day I acquired my starter. I was so excited to finally use it. Don't they buns look like lovely little babies bottoms? They were purrrr-fect!
![]() I used my usual bread recipe and the half of my sour dough starter. I have fed it twice, so there was quite a smelly amount in the bowl. I think I "should have" used it all.
It kneaded perfectly with the recipe and made a lovely dough that almost left the bowl clean. What a perfect little dough ball. It did smell quite sour, Of course, not as sour as the starter, but I was excited.
I always weigh the dough to be sure my buns are equal weight. They bake more evenly that way, and look better. These were small, but perfect dinner roll size, at 2 ounces each.
Twelve minutes after slipping them into the 500 degree oven, voila!
They were so mildly sour, that I was disappointed. I did save the same amount of batter from the dough that I took from the starter and returned it. I will have to read up on how to do this better. But, for our dinner, they tasted like lovely homemade buns. There was a negligable difference when tasted beside the others I baked, but it was fun trying, and I have more to learn. As Always! Porchini Chestnut Soup with White Truffle OilLet's face it, mushroom soup is not pretty, but it is complex and somehow speaks to our primordial past as forest foragers. The taste memory provokes a knowing within of something familiar. Somehow. Earthy, soulful, and primal. I brought a beautiful bag of dried Porcini back with me my last trip to Firenze. I paid thirty Euros for 250 grams. It was a big bag and the quality of the porcini is first rate. But, until shopping in Kotor this summer, I had not realized that dried Porcini mushrooms are over 100 Euros a kilo. Ouch. Fortunately, they are very flavourful and go a long way. But, this soup is the best soup I have evey made, and I make some dynamite soups. This soup is unforgettably fantastic! So, it was served for my Thanksgiving Dinner soup course.
The chestnuts bring a toothsome texture to this soup that is very special.
Yes, this is Sundog Organic Farm's garlic again. Undeniably.
Scale the dried Pordini mushrooms in the TM bowl before rehydrating them. Get all ingredients prepped. I needn't have minced the garlic and onion as I did. Chopping roughly is fine for the thermomix.
Now scale in the oil, onion, garlic, and sauté. After scraping down the bowl, add the chopped Cremini mushrooms, and sauté.
Squeeze the rehydrating liquid from the Porcini mushrooms, mince, and add to the sautéd musrooms; seive the rehydrating water back into the soup... so much flavour in there!
Subtract the amount of rehydrating liquid from the 700g of chicken broth, and add the remaining amount and cook the soup for ten minutes.
Purée the soup, add the cream, mix to combine, and that is it!
Pour into bowls, drizzle sparingly with white truffle oil, and serve immediately with homemade herbed crackers.
Mushroom Soup: Porcini with Chestnuts and Truffle Oil Servings: 6 - 8 Prep Time: 5 min. Cook Time: 15 min. Ingredients:
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Herb Crusted Tart Crouton with Greens Eggs and Ham Salad GreensThe inspiration for this tart came from Aran Goyoaga`s recent blog entry `Soup and Tart for... In the Kitchen with Design*Sponge`on her lovely and well-known blog, Cannelle et Vanille. I love making savory tarts, and I was inspired to build my salad for Thanksgiving dinner on top of one. I was also excited to use the Thermomix TM31 for two parts of this tart. Unfortunately, I didn`t photograph the pastry making, but I do describe it in detail in the recipe below. It was easy-peasy in this extra-ordinary machine. Love my Thermomix!
Of course, Aran`s food styling photography is better than mine, but this is not about competition. It is about inspiration and collaboration!
Aparently, it was a great combination of acidic dressed leaves with the buttery, creamy `tart crouton`the salad was built on.I loved the idea of the herbed crust, so used a very similar blend for my recipe. Then, I went to more rustic flavours: Bacon and apple smoked cheddar cheese. YUM! The bacon that I buy with the rind on for cooking recipes like this, or boeuf bourguignon, is from K&K Foodliner in Edmonton. This is the best traditional country farm bacon I have found in Edmonton to date. It is scrumptious! Can you see how meaty and hearty it is? I cut a small piece into lardons and fried them in olive oil with broccoli, shallots, and thyme. I did use the stem of the broccoli.
I retrieved the fried lardons, chopped them into bits for this tart, and returned them to the filling.
I used the TM bowl for the egg mixture, as well. Upon removing the well chilled tart shells from the fridge. I sprinkled each with the apple smoked cheddar cheese and poured half of the egg mixture on each. Time to make the salad dressing while the tarts bake!
Oooh-la-la! I was grinning from ear to ear when these came out of the oven. The aroma was fragrant with herbs and rich with bacon, butter, and cheese. YUM. I decided to use cassis mustard in the dressing. I did this in the Stone Soup Salad I made in early summer and thought it would be the perfect foil to the buttery richness of the tart. I added garlic, onion, salt, pepper, balsamic vinegar, rice wine vinegar, and olive oil. I think I got it just right becasue Vanja lit up when he ate it and was truly surprised (and clearly relieved) that it was so good. He is my greatest cheerleader, but not very adventurous foodwise. He is always a great sport, and I can really gage my greater successes by his palate as he does have a sophisticated and experienced palate whether he would admit it, or not.
I poured the dressing into the bowl and left the Greens Eggs and Ham greens on top of them for tossing just before serving.
Herb Crusted Tart Crouton Recipe
Ingredients for the Tart Crust and Crackers
(see Porcini Chestnut Mushroom Soup with White Truffle Oil and Herbed Crackers)
Makes 2 rectangular tarts and 24 2”x2” crackers
Instructions for the Tart Crust and Crackers
Ingredients for the Bacon, Broccoli and Apple Smoked Cheddar Filling
(see Porcini Chestnut Mushroom Soup with White Truffle Oil and Herbed Crackers)
Fills 2 rectangular tarts and 24 2”x2” crackers
Instructions for the Bacon, Broccoli and Apple Smoked Cheddar Filling
In a medium pan, sauté the lardons until staring to brown; add leek or shallots and sauté until transluscent Add the broccoli and 1 tsp of thyme and sauté for 2 minutes; remove the pan from the heat and cool In the meantime, scale the milk and cream into the TM bowl, add the eggs, remaining 2 tsp. fresh thyme, salt and black pepper Combine for 3 seconds at speed 4 Grate the cheese Place the chilled tart mold on a baking sheet; spread the cooled sautéed filling over the tart crust Sprinkle the grated cheese over all, evenly; pour half the cutard on top of each tart Bake at 425°F for 15 minutes, reduce heat to 375°F and bake for another 20 to 25 minutes, until top is golden brown and puffed and bottom of the crust is cooked Tossed Salad Dressing
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