Gobble Gobble - ya big turkey!

Another Thanksgiving here and gone…it’s a deep mixture of regret and relief.

This year I baked a 22 pound bird. Brined him ala Brown - he came out a beautiful rich brown with succulent moist meat. I would show you a picture – but as I left the kitchen for a few minutes to take a break, the crew descended upon the hapless bird and started eating the sizzling hot skin off of the legs and breast. Tsk tsk..but I should know better with three men and a teenage girl drooling in anticipation seated in the next room, forks in hand.

This attack on the main dish by the primitives did not stop me from serving up 10 pounds of mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, glazed carrots, oyster dressing, cranberry relish plus the ever present pumpkin pie. I did not do sweet potatoes this year due to a limit on the oven space – the turkey was an oven hog. I don’t think the gang minded much - at least I took all the grunting and snuffling to mean that I had been forgiven.

I have been choosing to make oyster dressing for the last couple of years as it was always a tradition when I was growing up. My parents would make a pilgrimage up to Dick’s Fish Market on South 3^rd St. and get a quart of oysters. A few of the shellfish would be reserved for oyster soup – what was basically oysters cooked briefly in milk and butter with lots of pepper. Then, you would crumble crackers in the broth and eat.

My only problem with my mom’s dressing (or stuffing, in this case, as she always stuffed her birds) is that she would never really pick through her oysters and you would get this grit in the middle of the a bite of moist, bready goodness.

So now that the gang has eaten their fill of turkey, taken home copious amounts of leftovers I can now disassembled the turkey and start on my favorite leftover dish of all time – Turkey Potato Soup!

Here is where a little planning pays off - on Thursday, when I am prepping the onions and celery for the dressing, I cut up about 6 extra stalks of celery and two extra onions. I toss those into the fridge in preparation for the soup. All I have to do on Sunday is boil the carcass down for broth and have the hubby peel 5 pounds of potatoes. Thoughtfully, I station him in the kitchen so he has a line of site on the television and all his glorious football carnage.

Rosie’s Turkey Potato Soup

10 - 12 cups of turkey carcass broth (plus any leftover gravy)

1 stick of butter

6 stalks of celery, medium dice

2 medium onions, small dice

5 pounds of russet potatoes, large dice

1 large carrot, grated

1 to 1 ½ cups of mashed potatoes

Seasoned Salt, Pepper to taste

Pinch of Cayenne

A box of chocolates (This does not go in the soup but in the cook. I think this may be the most important ingredient of all.)

Melt the stick of butter in a heavy bottomed stock pot and sauté the onions and celery until the onions are translucent. Add the potatoes and sauté them briefly in the butter. (I have no idea why, but this is how Mom taught me and that is how it’s done!) Add the broth and bring back to a simmer. Test the broth for salt, caeynne and pepper and add as needed. (Because so much of the ingredients are already pre-seasoned, you need to taste this frequently to make sure that everything is as it should be.) When the potatoes are about half done, add in the grated carrot.

Once the potatoes are fork tender, dip out a couple cups of broth into a deep bowl or a 2 quart measuring cup. Add the mashed potatoes to the broth and take it to task you’re your stick blender until all the lumps are gone. Add back to the soup. (Because the potatoes already have cream and butter in them, I do not add any additional cream or milk. If the soup seems thick, then thin with any extra broth or some milk.)

Serve with a tasty turkey sandwich – if you have any turkey left – but this is a fairly hearty soup and would be good with just a nice salad.

A word to the wise: I usually brine my turkey – so there is some salt in the broth. There is salt in the mashed potatoes. Unless you really, really love salt (and there are those of you who do), take care when seasoning this dish.

Rosie the Christmas Cookie Fairy Godmother - making all your cookie dreams come true

I love cookies. You love cookies. Everyone loves cookies - even the people who claim they don’t. They are just lying to themselves and will come around to our way of thinking sooner or later.

The prime season for programming… I mean, converting… those who resist is Christmas. What is more seductive than a beautiful platter of sweet edibles? On the holiday buffet, the lunchroom counter, heck - tucked underneath the holiday issue of your co-worker’s favorite “gentleman’s” magazine or snuck in on visitor’s day at the federal pen – the right cookie is bound to turn heads and make mouths water.

This year I settled on two cookies that are bound to make even the most ardent cookie hater come back for seconds.

The first is Pecan Tassies. Maybe these are a little on the plain side, but drizzle a little chocolate over the top and badda-bing - instant favorite! My most used recipe is from Rose's Christmas Cookies by Rose Levy Beranbaum. I love the use of Lyle’s Golden Syrup – it gives a deep, almost caramel undertone to the filling. Ms. Beranbaum was right on with this recipe – I am thinking of trying Lyle’s in my next pecan pie – yum yum!

Pecan Tassies
Crust
8 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup (dip and sweep method) bleached all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt 1 (3-ounce) package cream cheese

Filling
1 large egg, lightly beaten
1/2 cup golden refiner's syrup or dark corn syrup
1/3 cup (firmly packed) dark brown sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Pinch salt
1 cup pecan pieces or coarsely chopped pecans

Chocolate Topping
2/3 (3-ounce) bar bittersweet or semisweet chocolate
2 teaspoons flavorless vegetable oil

Equipment
mini muffin tins; cookie sheets; re-closable quart-size freezer bag

Cream Cheese Pastry
Food Processor Method
Cut the butter into 1-inch cubes, wrap them in plastic wrap, and re­frigerate. In a food processor with the metal blade, process the flour and salt, just to mix them. Add the butter and cream cheese and pulse in until the dough starts to clump together.

Electric Mixer Method
Slightly soften the butter and cream cheese. In a mixing bowl, cream together the butter and cream cheese until blended. On low speed, beat in the flour and salt just until incorporated.

For Both Methods
Scrape the dough onto a piece of plastic wrap and shape the dough into a smooth ball. Measure the dough into rounded teaspoons and roll them between the palms of your hands into balls. Place them in the mini muffin tins. If the dough be­comes too soft to hold its shape, refrigerate it briefly. Use a floured index finger knuckle to press the dough against the sides of the tin. Be careful not to let the tin show through as the filling will stick to it. Set muffin tins on cookie sheets and refrigerate them while making the filling.

Pecan Filling
Place 1 oven rack in the middle of the oven. Preheat oven to 350°F. In a medium bowl, combine the filling ingredients except for the pecans and stir them together un­til well blended. Stir in the pecans. Spoon about 1 heaping tea­spoon of filling into the pastry, filling it but not touching any ex­posed area of the tin. Bake for 25-30 minutes or until set but still soft in the centers. For even baking, rotate the cookie sheet from front to back halfway through the baking period. Allow the tassies to cool on the cookie sheets on wire racks. The tassies unmold more easily when cool.

Chocolate Lace Topping
Break the chocolate into squares and place them, together with the oil, in the top of a double boiler set over very hot water (but no hotter than 160°F.). The water must not simmer or touch the bot­tom of the double-boiler insert. Stir until the chocolate begins to melt. Return the pan to low heat if the water cools, but be careful that it does not get too hot. (The chocolate may be melted in a mi­crowave oven stirred every 15 seconds.) Remove the chocolate from the heat source before it is fully melted and stir, using resid­ual heat to complete the melting. Dry any moisture that formed on the bottom of the chocolate container. Pour the melted choc­olate into a reclosable quart-size freezer bag, close it securely, and cut off a small piece from one corner of the bag. Let the chocolate mixture stand at room tempera­ture until cooled and slightly thickened. Drizzle the chocolate over the tops of the cooled tassies.

Store: In an airtight container at room temperature. Keeps: 2 weeks at room temper­ature.

The second recipe is Spiced Cranberry Apricot Ice Box Cookies from The All-American Cookie Book by Nancy Baggett. I have friends who will not bake a recipe unless there is a picture so they can “see” if the recipe is going to taste good. I thought that was crazy talk I tell ya, crazy! Me – once I read over the recipe and saw it contained cardamom, orange, apricots and pistachios, I was sold. Hey, I figure they will “see” how good these are when I take these cookies into work tomorrow!

Spiced Cranberry Apricot Icebox Cookies

1 1/2 cups (about 6 ounces) dried sweetened cranberries, chopped
3/4 cup (about 3 3/4 ounces) dried Turkish apricots, chopped
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons orange juice
2 ¼ cups all-purpose white flour
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
Scant 1/2 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup (1 stick plus 2 2/3 tablespoons) unsalted butter, slightly softened
¼ corn oil or other flavorless vegetable oil
2 cups plus 2 tablespoons powdered sugar
1 large egg
Generous 2 1/2 teaspoons finely grated orange zest (colored part of the skin)
2 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/2 cup (2 ounces) finely chopped unsalted (and undyed) pistachios

ICING (OPTIONAL)
1 cup powdered sugar sifted after measuring, if lumpy
About 1 tablespoon orange juice

In a medium bowl, stir together the cranberries, apricots, and orange juice. Let stand for 30 minutes, or until the dried fruit is rehydrated. In a large bowl, thoroughly stir together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, and salt; set aside. In another bowl, with an electric mixer on low speed, beat together the butter, oil, and powdered sugar until well blended. Increase the speed to medium and beat until very fluffy and smooth. Add the egg, orange zest, and vanilla and beat until very smooth. Beat or stir in the flour mixture just until evenly incorporated. Fold in the dried-fruit mixture and pista­chios.

Refrigerate the dough for 1 hour, or until firmed up slightly. Spoon half of the dough onto a sheet of wax paper, forming a rough log bout 8 inches long. Repeat with the second dough portion. Smooth the wax paper around the dough to help form the logs. Roll the logs up in sheets of plastic wrap, twisting the ends to keep the logs from unrolling. Freeze the logs until completely frozen, at least 3 hours. Bake immedi­ately, or transfer to an airtight plastic bag and freeze for up to 2 months.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease several baking sheets or coat with nonstick spray. Carefully peel the wrap from a dough log. Using a large, serrated knife, cut the log in half lengthwise. Then, with the cut side down, cut each half crosswise into generous 3/4-inch-thick slices. (If the log is too hard to slice easily, let stand for a few minutes; don't let it thaw too much, or the dough will be more difficult to slice cleanly.)

Using a spatula, carefully transfer the slices to the baking sheets, spacing about 2 inches apart. If desired, repeat with the second log, or save it to bake another time. Bake the cookies, one sheet at a time, in the upper third of the oven for 8 to 11 minutes, or until just slightly darker around the edges. Reverse the sheet from front to back halfway through baking to ensure even brown­ing. Transfer the sheet to a wire rack and let stand until the cookies firm up slightly, 1 to 2 minutes. Using a spatula, transfer the cookies to wire racks. Let stand until cooled completely.

FOR THE ICING, IF USING In a small bowl, stir together the powdered sugar and enough orange juice to yield a thin icing. Spoon the icing into a paper cone or a small pastry bag fitted with a fine writing tip. (Or use a kitchen spoon for dec­orating, if necessary.) Set the wire racks with the cookies over wax paper to catch drips. Drizzle the icing back and forth across the cookies sev­eral times to produce decorative squiggles; the cookies should be only lightly iced. Let stand until the icing completely sets, about 45 minutes. Store in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks or freeze for up to 1 1/2 months.

So there they are: my two entries in the Virtual Cookie Swap. I look forward to joining the rest of you in judging all the other entries and may the best bakers win! Bo-yah!

Catching a Buzz

Sound like every fisherman's fantasy to me - a glorious end to a hard day of fishing. The good news for the fishermen is that the laws of salvage apply which means "Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers." Me- I would be heading back out to catch a few more for the holidays!

A new Thanksgiving tradition?!

After reading about all the "new traditions" I should be starting - maybe we should look to the Icelanders who really know what tradition is all about. Check out this video on National Geographic to see if this is something you would like to serve on your table for the upcoming holidays!

a knife love story

For those of you who do not read Cooking for Engineers, shame on you! Michael has done everyone looking to buy a good chef's knife a favor with his comprehensive evaluation of various brands' cutting power. Also, I wished I had thought of it before he did, as I would now have the world's largest collection of $100 chef's knives. Way to go Mike!

Now THAT is using your turkey!

This is the feel good story of the day! A man sacrificed his Thanksgiving dinner to save two people in a burning car. To get the whole story - click here.

Eatin' at the The Dixie Cafe

Every year we make a pilgrimage to a friend's house in Detroit. Most people would think that Detroit is a strange place to make a pilgrimage to, much less have a friend in - and most people would be right. I am sure that Detroit has plenty of restaurants that are wonderful - ethnic cuisine worthy of any chef, home cookin' that any mom would be proud to call her own. Yet, every time we go to Detroit, we have the misfortune of having the "worst dining experience yet." You know you are having a scary food weekend when a Denny's breakfast is the highlight of the trip. Well, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit, but the time I had stuffed green peppers that looked -and tasted- like some alien life form springs to mind.

The single exception to this rule is a small roadside diner off of I-75 (exit 26) known as the Dixie Cafe. Every year we stop in on our way home for breakfast, and every year the food is still good, the coffee is still hot and the waitresses in top form.

What is a cafe named Dixie doing in the heart of the Midwest you ask? At one time, there was an interstate that ran from Northern Michigan all the way South to Florida. Hence, the Dixie Highway. I have a feeling at one time, there were Dixie everythings – Dixie Drycleaners, Dixie Markets, Dixie Car Washes – everyone knows about Dixie cups. It’s just a theory, but I am sticking with it.

Every Sunday morning we’ve gone to the diner, it has been crowded - standing room only in a sparsely furnished waiting room off to one side of the dining room (and this in a rural area mind you). From the door, you can watch the bustle of the dining room, people hugging each other in their Sunday finest and eaves drop on discussions about knitting and crop prices.

Most of the waitresses fall into two categories: young teen gals and older ladies who have been there every time we’ve gone. Well may not those exact ladies, but as far as we can tell, it could be their clones. This time we got a young gal named Christina, who was very good at her job. She got our coffee, water and juice to us in record time, took our order without batting an eye and even let us take her picture! Service with a smile.

In the past, when we have had an older waitress, we asked about the history of the diner. It has been there for a long time, changing owners, even names (the first time we went it was the Dixie Diner) but always the same type of food. According to legend, Jimmy Hoffa of union – mob connection – disappearance fame was a regular of the establishment whenever he was in the area. There are several auto plants in spitting distance, so it is entirely possible that Jimmy ate one of his last meals in that establishment. Nothing to add relish to your breakfast like a lil’ historical rumor.

On to the food!

We went with the max number of calories we could pack in for the long ride home. First though – coffee, lots and lots of coffee. Don’t expect to find fancy coffee in a diner – just good old Java. Tony took his straight – black as midnight and hot as hell. I take mine “Double New York” according to the hubby. For the uneducated (which included me up until that moment) that means two sugars, two creams. Our daughter settled on juice and water, as she has not acquired the taste for varnish remover yet.

I wish I could say we all tried something different – but we didn’t we all went for a gut busting repast of biscuits and gravy, eggs over easy, sausage patties on the side, hash browns, and as if that weren’t enough - a side of bacon. We only got the bacon to prove that a side of bacon at the Dixie Diner consisted of 8 strips. No shit. Chants of “butter that bacon, bacon that sausage” were heard drifting from our table.

The sausage gravy is excellent. Big chunks of meat, a nice peppery bite and it wasn’t old and clotted. They have too much turnover for that. The eggs were perfect - the whites done, the yolks runny. The biscuits were fluffy and warm - I could not tell if they were a good foodservice brand or homemade. Either way, I still would not turn them down. The sausage patties had a good flavor, but were just a tad overdone – considering that everything else was perfect - I can cut them a little slack.

I know that the diner has tons of other options, but it is really hard to pass up your favorite dish when you are only there once a year. Maybe we should head back North this summer and surprise our friends with another visit – even if we have an ulterior motive - like breakfast at the Dixie Café.

Shiny meat...pretty...

A interresting post from Down Under...I can't say as I have ever had my meat competing with my fridge light for luminosity, but I guess there is always a first time.

Woohooo! I hit the jackpot…

Here is the scoop: I have worked for the same company for 10 years now. Whee! On your major anniversaries, my employer gives you a present as a small token of ownership. At one year, I received a keychain in the shape a metal pyramid with very pointy corners. It would draw blood if you were absent minded and put it in your pocket. I felt the pain and blood summed up my first year with the company perfectly.

My five year gift was a Swiss Army knife and a set of binoculars. When I opened the package, my hubby quipped that I would get the rifle and ammo for my ten year gift. While the binoculars are gathering dust in a closet somewhere, the army knife has been one of the most useful items I have ever received. Hur-rah!

And now for my ten year gift! Now, I need to be truthful. Except for the keychain, I could have picked any number of items: gold necklaces, luggage, dvd/vhs players, or mantle clocks, among other items. But when I opened the webpage, I saw the one item I knew I must have: a Henckels knife set.

I had been shopping for new knife set for a while, debating which one to get..maybe just buy a good chef’s knife and build from there…Henckels or Wusthof? Top of the line or mid-range? Spending $90-$120 on one knife is a lot for a working class gal like me. My mother had given me a set of “ever-sharp” knives for Christmas a few years back and I had been limping by ever since.

The only problem was – you could not tell what line the knife set was from. I looked at the picture for hours, researched online and compared the photo on the website to all those on the Henckels site…all to no avail. I finally had to admit, that even the crappiest blade from Henckels would be far superior to an ever-sharp knife set that was several years old – so I hit the button.

That was a week ago - and I now have a shiny new set of knives in my kitchen. My family has been taking turns cutting various items. They murmur admiringly at the construction. My daughter was seen stroking the blade of the chef’s knife. My hubby actually did a little dance as he carved off a paper thin slice of roast beef. Of course, this means I have been taking advantage of the situation by giving them lots of items to chop, dice and slice.

The set comes from the Twin Gourmet line – not the top but better than anything I have owned before. My one and only complaint is that the block is just too freaking big for my kitchen. I have precious little counter space, so taking a cue from Michael Chu over at Cooking for Engineers, I am going to purchase the Edge-Mag knife guards so I can safely stow them away between uses.

Now, provided I am still gainfully employed by the same company in five more years, I wonder what other implements of destruction will be on the gift list then? Machetes? Caltrops? Cuisinart? I can’t wait…

Ok… I confess!

I am borrowing this from Sarah who borrowed it from Amy who borrowed it from David. I am sure there are other people borrowing it as well…

• I have no less than 10 bottles of hot sauce open in my kitchen right now.
• I love the way apple cider vinegar tastes and have been known to take a swig when cooking with it.
• I have a secret stash of Hershey’s Special Dark chocolate bars – the really big ones - and no one knows where they are except me!! Muhahhahahah!
• Sometimes I “dice” onions in my hand over the frying pan the way my mom used to do – with a paring knife and a ‘lil luck.
• I don’t own a bread machine, but I have been known to proof bread in my microwave.
• I make Raman noodles for dinner at least once every two weeks.
• I will only eat all beef kosher hot dogs now – I am spoiled.
• I love limburger cheese – and it loves me back. Unfortunately, everyone hates us both when we are together.
• I only use whole milk. Everything else tastes like watered down Whiteout.
• Currently, 10 pounds of cheese reside in our fridge, yet I constantly look for more.
• I love to eat “gross” foods in front of squeamish people, just to see the look on their faces. “No, waiter, leave the heads on the fish.”
• I have secretly enjoyed turning my daughter into a food freak. Now she enjoys grossing out her classmates with what she takes for lunch.
• I love to eat calorie and fat laden foods in front of people who can’t – and then brag about my perfect cholesterol and blood pressure. “Wow, Mike, are you sure you wouldn’t like some of this cheesecake? It’s got a really great caramel sauce on it. What about some of these homemade sausages and bacon – the best ever! Me? No, my doctor says she has never seen a cholesterol score this low in a woman my age…” (And yes, my cholesterol and blood pressure scores really are that low…)

Just call me El Chiquita!

So… I am tooling through Marc’s grocery the other night when I am confronted with .50 cent bags of bananas. We are talking a banana bonanza here folks! (Say that 10 times fast – banana bonanza) For $1.00, I got TEN pounds of almost too ripe bananas. As I was standing in line with three cartons of sour cream and two huge bags of bananas, the other customers looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Me..I knew I was mad with genius! I would turn my kitchen into a banana republic!

A short while later, loaded down with my bags of goods, I knocked on the door of our apartment.

“Who’s there?!” asked my hubby.

“Banana.” says I.

“Banana who?” asks he.

“Banana!” I say again.

“Banana who?!” he asks with a sigh.

“Orange.” I say, grinning at the eye peering through the peephole.

“Orange who?” he said, resigned to the inevitable.

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” I ask, nodding sagely.

He opened the door and I passed him the big bag.

“So, what’s this?” as he peered inside. “Holy shit, Rose, what are you going to do with all these bananas?”

Cackling manically, I went into the kitchen and started a long night of baking.

Every cook has his/her favorite recipes; the ones that you can whip up in your sleep, the ones that everyone asks for at the party/potluck/workplace. Me – one of mine is my Banana Bread Royale. I found it in a tiny tome called The Desperate Gourmet by Lois Schenck.

Banana Bread Royale

1 cup sugar
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter or margarine
2 eggs
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup sour cream
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 soft bananas, mashed
1 ½ cups flour

Preheat the oven to 350°F.
Cream the butter with the sugar and add the eggs one at a time.
Dissolve the baking soda in the sour cream, and then add the baking powder, mashed bananas, and vanilla.
Add the sour cream and butter mixtures to the flour and bake 45 minutes in a greased loaf pan.

However, I found this to be a flawed recipe to a certain extent. While I loved how moist the loaf was, it always browned too much on the outside before the interior was done. The recipe was all wrong for a loaf pan, but it was perfect for muffins and mini-loafs. They came out light brown, perfectly done and moist. Plus, I loved that I could wrap them individually, and then throw them in the freezer for a quick treat during the week, getting out just what I needed.

The second problem with this is that it is just too damn plain. Sure it tastes great – like bananas, in fact. Bananas are soft, and pliable. Why not bend them to your will? Do you not whip the butter and beat the eggs? Why are you taking it so easy on the damn bananas?! Maybe there is a lil somethin’ going on I don’t know about..huh? Ummm…ahem..excuse me…as I was saying, this recipe is definitely one that begged to have additions. Nuts, chocolate, dried fruit…all good thoughts. Two of my favorite combinations:

Pecan and chocolate chip – because a bad morning can always be made better with chocolate.

Tropical treat (Dried pineapple, coconut and macadamia nuts) – ummmm...well I had this pineapple and coconut that needed to be used up…so in it went! Turned out great! The second time around, I soaked the pineapple in some diluted spiced rum and called it pina colada bread. That batch went like gangbusters, but was not a good choice for early morning snacking.

Additional tips:

• If you decide that making muffins is too much of a pain in the butt, you can also spread this out in a greased 9” x 13” pan.
• Make sure your bananas are overripe. The more spots the better.
• I have also been known to throw the bananas in with the butter, eggs and sugar mixture and let the mixer do the job of squishing the bananas for me. Me, lazy? Never.
• I may be wrong, but I cannot see any real difference when I add the dry to the wet or vice versa in this recipe. So sift out your flour onto a piece of parchment paper and save a bowl. Throw that bad boy in on top of the wet ingredients. If you do it right, all you have to clean up is your measuring spoons and cups, plus the mixing bowl and the baking pans. Save those two extra bowls for something else. Like Jell-O. For those bastards that hate banana bread.

Another Saturday Meat Fieldtrip

I got kicked out of the house Saturday…no, I’m not kidding! Tony needed a quiet morning so that he could get his writing done, so he informed me Friday night that I would be taking the offspring and getting the hell out of Dodge (for at least 4 hours).

Now I could have wandered about aimlessly as I am want to do, but I had a hankerin’ for some meat. Not just any meat, but something smoky and salty..damn, this is starting to sound pornographic. So I went in search for something to satisfy my meat cravings now that my man had done kicked me out.

On my way to Schuman’s meats, I passed Thurn’s Specialty Meats. Now, you have to realize, I have passed Thurn’s for about 35 years. I have never gone in. I was always in a hurry, or they weren’t open, or the moon was in the wrong phase…excuses, excuses. There were no excuses this time. I was at liberty, I had money burning a hole in my pocket, it was a beautiful day and I had a meat jones on.

Thurn’s is only open 3 days a week. Yup. 3 days. Thursday, Friday and Saturday. And Saturday is only a half day. So I cruise into a mostly empty parking lot at 11:30 am, and was kinda worried…was there a reason it was empty? Did I miss the meat? Annie and I walked up to the door and entered.

If there is one thing I am sorry about, it is that the internet does not have smell. If I could have captured the smell that hit my nose when I walked in that door, I would be rich. It was the perfect smell for a meat shop. Smoke… rich, palpable, almost tangible. It made both of us take an extra deep breath. And then, I almost started drooling. Hell I did drool. I am drooling now just thinking about it. Dammit, now I have to go get a snack..be right back.

Have I mentioned how good their garlic bologna is? (I just ate a big chunk!) And their smoked braunschweiger…oh god. Now I need a sandwich of that…yummm.

The great thing about Thurn’s is that everything is made on site using family recipes. Smoked, cured, ground, or whatever needs to be done…right there. No vacuum sealed packages needed. Having been around over 100 years, they have it down pat.

My only regret – I did not get more. I picked up a pound of bacon, a small German bologna (about 2/3 of a pound), a pound of braunschweiger and a ½ pound of ham. I wanted to get some tongue, but they were out. (When informed they were out, a voice behind me piped up, “Damn, that is what I came for!”)

Now notice that in the picture that there is no ham. That’s because only two slices made it home. Annie unwrapped it in the car and we ate it right out of the package – no bread, no nothing. Only our love for Tony and shear willpower saved those two slices. Those disappeared as soon as we handed over the goods. And about half the bologna as well.

The bacon… bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon. I feel like that dog in the commercial. Moments after the above picture was taken, those lovely smoky strips of porcine flesh were sizzling in the pan. The odor of smoke filled the house as it cooked up. Eaten with the last of the tomatoes from my vines, it made a glorious “farewell to summer” lunch.

I can not wait until I have a chance to go down on a Thursday morning. Maybe I can get a little more – no, make that a lot more - of their quality products.

Here is just a partial list of what you can pick up – if you are lucky!

• Bratwurst – 6 different kinds
• Knockwursts
• Bockwursts
• Jagdwurst
• Thuringer
• Baked Ham
• Pepperloaf
• Honey Loaf
• Souse
• Head Cheese
• Blood Sausage

plus tons more…

Thurn’s Specialty Meats

530 Greenlawn Ave.

Columbus, Ohio 43223

614-443-1449

2005 Cookie Confab

Hot chicks covered in dough!!

Now that got your attention, didn't it?

Every year I get together with my girlfriends in my office to plan out our cookie baking strategies. (This includes Rick, who by his own admission is one of my girliest of friends.) The Cookie Confabs usually consist of lots of food, lots of gossip and tons of cookies. And a few tears and snarls because not everyone gets what they want. "Oh god...she is not going to want to make those nasty things again this year, is she?"

In attendance:

Gail

Debbie

And myself.

The buffet was very crowded.

(Rick could not make it due to an illness in the family.)

First order of the day: Eat - and boy howdy, did we ever.

The Super Seafood Buffet is an oriental buffet that consists of the usual dishes: General Tao’s Chicken, Seafood Delight, Pizza, and so on, but they also offer a nice array of seafood items as well. There is usually at least one fish that has its head left on. Also the shrimp usually have heads. Some of the waiters do at times as well. Some mediocre dim sum, decent soups (seafood, hot and sour and wonton), ersatz sushi, and a Mongolian grill. Plus raw oysters, crab legs and mussels. You get the idea. Since the space used to be an Old Town Buffet, they have more buffet troughs than any of the other Asian buffets in town. As Jim, Gail's hubby (who hates Chinese food and calls it Catratdog) said when he saw the spread, "Holy cow, Rose, are you trying to kill us? We'll eat ourselves to death!"

(Let me digress for a moment to discuss buffet eating. There are certain rules that I adhere to as much as possible. The first is to only go on days where the buffet will be busy. Turnover of food is a good thing. The second is to never eat any raw items like oysters. The third is to watch what other people are avoiding and do likewise. That may seem rather odd, but I figure if they haven’t bent over and clutched their stomachs, I won’t either.)

Here are some pictures of our plates – I stopped taking pictures after the first volley – I was too busy eating. I can never seem to remember my audience once I start in on the food!

Once we were lying back in our chairs like bloated sea lions, we pulled out our cookie books. We reviewed last year’s list and decided to revise a large part of our repertoire. Last year was a too heavy on nuts and chocolate – so we tried to balance things out a little more. More fruit, more spice seemed to be the consensus. Personally, I think there needs to be more alcohol at the baking sessions, then these things wouldn't be a concern anymore.

Also, since we were baking so many different kinds, we decided to try one of the “all for one and one for all” recipes, where you make up a batch of plain dough and then season it differently for each type of cookie. I have doubts because all the cookies I’ve had using this technique have been too similar in texture and lacking in depth of flavor. It's kinda like your Uncle Fred. This is your Uncle Fred in a blond tupee. This is your Uncle Fred in a red toupee. It doesn't matter what color his hair is, he still tells the same bad jokes.

Also we are going to try making Stroopwaffles, a cookie popular in Holland. Dispite my husband's first thoughts, these have nothing to do with nudity or German pornography. The cookies are two crispy pizzelle-like wafers sandwiching wonderful caramel. They are heaven with a cup of coffee! Of course to hear my hubby talk, so am I. But that is a cookie that won't be baked here.

So, once again, the cookie ladies are embarking on their yearly odyssey. Can they get all their cookies finished? Will Jim gain another ten pounds? Will the staff at work be appeased or will they demand more?!

Stay tuned for updates throughout the holiday season. There will be pictures of the baking days and all the goodies produced. Also, if I can pry some of the family recipes out of the gals, I will post some here for you all to try.

So until Cookie Confab part 2, this is Rosie the Cookie Maven signing off

PS - I have already been told by my family that I will need to make Cashew Puffies, Pecan Tassies and Gingersnaps at my house. Sigh-a baker’s work is never done!

I am such a sucker...

for really bad lines.

I was looking into some leads about kitchen towels when I came across these.

Really Cheesey Kitchen Towels

My fav - There's something hot in the kitchen and it ain't the crockpot!

I just wanted you all to know...

I have 30 pounds of butter in my freezer. So there.

It's good for the soul...if you have one.

I have a confession.

I shop at K-mart.

Not often – just once in a while on my way home. Sometimes I need to pick up something and it’s convenient. Of course when I do stop in, I have to look at the latest Martha-ware. The one thing that caught my eye on a recent trip was a pack of kitchen towels.

I used to own boatloads of kitchen towels, all inherited from my mom. Most of these were vintage 50’s and 60’s and now they are too holey to be of any use. The last survivor is wrapping up a fruitcake that is pickling in the pantry. (Yes, I make fruitcake – that’s a whole other story!) I am pretty picky about the towels I want. No terrycloth – fine for baths, not for food. Heavy cotton. Something I can bleach if I need to. I want to pass them on to my daughter someday as well.

So here I am, standing in K-mart ogling the selection of towels. They look just like my mom’s. And it pissed me off.

I have been vaguely annoyed by the Martha Stewart line ever since it came out. Well, truth is, MARTHA has vaguely annoyed me since she came out - too much damned perfection. The crafts, the antiques, and the food – she made the average homemaker look like a slacker. You know when she was in prison she was like, “No, no..that is not a way to make a shank…give me that spoon and let me show you how. Now isn’t that better? Tomorrow I’ll show you how to cook Spam in the laundry steam press.”

A lot of this image isn’t even her. She knows how to hire the people who can make her look perfect. It is the same in every field. David Copperfield has a crew of extremely talented guys who round up the ideas and tricks that make up David’s stage show. Martha is no different. She gathers people to her and uses them to build up her own image. It’s smoke and mirrors, but like Copperfield’s illusions, people see what they want to believe in.

The K-mart line shows that she is not an innovator, but a re-inventor. The blurbs say inspired by Martha’s antique collection. The patterns on the towels, the glassware, the cookware – all knockoffs of some long dead creator. But I guess that is ok, because she is Martha.

I don’t want everyone to think that I hate Martha. I have never met her. A friend’s aunt used to work for Martha. The operative phrase being “used to”. The aunt has nothing to relate about her experiences with her former boss, being too much of a lady, but needless to say, you cannot mention “the name” in her presence.

So will I be buying those towels? Maybe – the jury is still out on that one. They were kind of on the thin side for my tastes. Will I be buying into the Stewart mystique? Well, it’s a lil’ on the thin side for my tastes too.

What I've been up to...

Yes..once again, I have let too much time elapse between posts. Mostly, it is because I am working long hours on lots of days - the company I work for is already gearing up for the holiday season. Yeah. More Christmas decorations in October. Whee. I am wondering if one day, people will simply throw up their hands in disgust and refuse to be manipulated by Corporate America...most likely not.

The only thing that is getting me through this week is the knowledge that this Sunday is the Cookie Confab, where the dedicated bakers in our group close ranks and decided what delectables to make for the coming holidays. This year, it will be Debbie, Gail, and I plus a new convert, Rick. Rick recently left the company we all work for and took a position as a bank manager (traitor!), but we decided he could play with us anyway.

The plan looks like this so far:

1) We will all pack up our recipe books
2) We will meet at a Chinese buffet so we can eat. This way no one has to cook!
3) We will plot out the amount of resources needed to mount the attack
4) and lastly, we will set dates for the baking days

In recent discussions around the figurative water cooler, several points have already been brought up. Gail has said she wants to make rolled decorated cookies this year. We have not done so in the past, so that will be something new. Also, I found out that two of the ladies that have joined our firm since last year have severe allergies. One, Lisa, is allergic to peanuts, but is fine with all other nuts. Laura, on the other hand, is allergic to all tree nuts, but has no problem with peanuts. We are planning to discuss how we should approach the baking and packaging of the cookies so we can avoid any unpleasant accidents.

Another concern is that we made too many cookies last year, both in total number of cookies and in variety. I know, I know… how can anyone have TOO MANY cookies…but trust me, there were a few types that seemed to linger on for days after the initial glut.

In preparation for this season, I experimented with a pumpkin cookie recipe from the All-American Cookie Book by Nancy Baggett. While I loved the cookie, I thought the icing was too sweet and overpowered the spices in the cookie. Gail says she has a good cream cheese icing that she has been using for years, so we will see if a marriage is in order. I also like that these will keep up to a week, so that I can make them a couple days in advance if necessary. The spices seemed to meld with the pumpkin after sitting for a couple of days, plus they stayed very moist. My daughter took a dozen to school with her, and it received rave reviews from the lunch table as well. So this looks like a keeper provided I get the icing the way I want it.

I decided to risk the wrath of the copyright police and post the recipe for the pumpkin cookies here. If anyone has any suggestions for an alternative to the icing, drop me a line. I am always open to suggestions, especially when it comes to cookies.

Pumpkin Rocks
Makes 30 to 35 (2 3/4-inch) cookies.

1 cup (5 ounces) raisins
3 cups all-purpose white flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 teaspoon ground cloves
3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
Scant 1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/3 cups sugar
2/3 cup (1 stick plus 2 2/3 tablespoons) unsalted butter, slightly softened
1/2 cup corn oil or other flavorless vegetable oil
1/4 cup light molasses
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup canned pumpkin (not seasoned pumpkin filling)

cream-cheese frosting
2 1/2 cups powdered sugar
1 3-ounce package cream cheese, slightly softened and cut into chunks
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon orange juice

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Grease several baking sheets or coat with nonstick spray. In a small bowl, cover the raisins with hot water. Let stand for 10 min­utes. Drain well and set aside.

In a medium bowl, thoroughly stir together the flour, cinnamon, baking soda, cloves, nutmeg, and salt; set aside. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer on medium speed, beat together the sugar and butter until very well blended and fluffy. Reduce the speed to low and beat in the oil, mo­lasses, vanilla, and pumpkin until evenly incorporated. Beat or stir in the flour mixture, then the raisins, until evenly incorporated.

Drop the dough onto the baking sheets in golf-ball-sized mounds, spac­ing about 2 inches apart. Bake the cookies, one sheet at a time, in the upper third of the oven for 12 to 15 minutes, or until lightly browned all over and slightly darker at the edges. Reverse the sheet from front to back halfway through baking to ensure even browning.

Transfer the sheet to a wire rack and let stand until the cookies firm up slightly, 1 to 2 minutes. Using a spatula, transfer the cookies to wire racks. Let stand until completely cooled.

For the frosting
In a large bowl, with an electric mixer on low, then medium, speed, beat together the powdered sugar, cream cheese, and vanilla until well blended and very smooth. Add the orange juice and beat until evenly in­corporated. If the frosting is very stiff, add enough water to thin it to a spreadable but still firm consistency. Set the wire racks with the cookies over wax paper to catch drips. Using a table knife, swirl about 1 teaspoon frosting over the center of each cookie top. Let stand until the frosting completely sets, at least 1 hour. Store in a single layer or layered with wax paper in an airtight container for up to 1 week or freeze for up to 1 month.

Saturday Meat Field Trip

Well...I had not intended to spend the entire day Saturday buying, cooking and eating meat but that is what happened. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.

Once he got up this morning, or more correctly, this afternoon, Tony announced that he wanted to make a pilgrimage to Schuman’s Meats on the South side of Columbus. He craved thick sliced bacon, loin chops and sausage. Upon hearing this, Annie jumped up and announced, that while she would not be able to go with us (babysitting duties), we needed to procure lots of garlic bologna and the link sausages "where the skin goes pop when you bite into them".

Sigh. So much for scrubbing the kitchen down and pouring over recipes for the cookie confab.

While I was using a whip on the hubby trying to get him away the computer and into the car, our friend Adam called. "You are going to a butcher shop? Do they have pork? I was hoping you would come over for the Ohio State game and cook more pork chops. If I drive you down, will you come over and make dinner?"

Sigh. “Of course.”

A few minutes later, George called. We tell him we are heading to Schumann's with Adam. "Can I come? Do they have ox tails? I want to make some ox tail soup this week."

Ok..now this has gone from a trip to the butcher's into a quest for meat.

A short while later, 1000 pounds of hungry human is crammed into Adam's car and speeding at 75 mph down 71 South in search of animal flesh...

Schuman’s is an old fashioned butcher shop. They have meat. Lots of meat. It's not a side line they got into because they were grocers. They custom cut meat from whole sides if that is what you want. You can get weird cuts you will never see at Wal-mart, where they don't even have butchers on staff. True, it is a little pricier, but not unreasonably so.

As we pulled into the parking lot, some of the staff (see picture!) was grilling fresh brats out in the parking lot FOR FREE! yeah!!! Free Food!! It's gotta be good! And it was. The brats popped when we bit into them, and hot juice trickled down our chins. Adam was in heaven. Free pork.

Inside, we went hog wild...chops, sausage, brats, bologna, ox tails, ground beef, ring liver pudding...wait..you say you have never heard of ring liver pudding? It is a finely textured sausage of pork meat and liver usually with some rice thrown into the mix. I haven’t had it in years. It was one of my father’s favorite things to eat with some good rye bread and mustard.

So what was the final haul?

• Several pounds of “superlative” garlic bologna
• 6 pounds of ox tails
• 10 pounds of fresh ground chuck
• 3 pounds of roll breakfast sausage
• 3 pounds of thick sliced bacon
• 6 pork loin chops
• 10 butterfly chops
• 5 pounds of natural casing breakfast links
• 1 pound of ring liver pudding

This will fill up the freezer again for a while. I am making meatloaf on Sunday, and most likely ox tail stew for later in the week...

But wait! My Saturday adventures are not over!! Wait for the next exciting installment of... Meat Melodrama!

Mom-dom or the eternal struggle to feed the offspring

One of the challenges of being a parent and a working mom is feeding the family something tasty for breakfast in the mornings and still have time to chug down that all essential cup of morning java. My breakfast strategy kinda goes like this: You have about 15 minutes to eat in the AM, if you are lucky. The food needs to be hot, tasty and frugal. I also know that my teen daughter would rather talk than eat lunch, so at breakfast it is important to pack in as many calories as possible so she can function.

(My hubby asks, "Why can't we just be like those birds on the nature shows? The baby bird just opens it mouth and the mama bird pukes down it throat. Wasn't that good, little baby bird?")

One strategy is to stock up the freezer with homemade tasties. Homemade pancakes, properly wrapped, heat up well in the toaster or nuker. I also make breakfast burritos once or twice a month. They don’t look all that great, but they taste pretty damn good.

Basically, it’s scrambled eggs cooked with tons of veggies, cheese and a meat, wrapped in a corn tortilla, then individually wrapped in plastic wrap. A minute or two in the microwave - Presto! Breakfast on the run!

I also prepackage up oatmeal, Cream of Wheat and Coco Wheats in ziplock sandwich bags. Those are stored in larger re-sealable containers that have the basic cooking instructions written on the lid. Empty baggies are supposed to be placed back under the full bags so I can refill them. (Annie, I know you read this…take that as a HINT!)

A well stocked pantry makes it easy to come up with new and interesting experiments for my family to eat. My latest concoction was inspired by my trials with bread pudding and a wealth of $.99 loaves of bread from the Pepperidge Farms outlet store. Also, I had a pound of bulk sausage that needed to be used quickly. I always have eggs on hand, if for no other reason than to keep Annie from turning to cannibalism at school. After a little research online and in my cookbook collection, I decided a strata was the way to go.

Stratas, for those of you who do not know (or care), are casseroles usually containing slices of bread layered with meat, veggies and/or cheese and then topped with a egg/milk mixture, then placed in the fridge overnight to soak up the liquids. It is usually baked the next morning as a quick breakfast for the masses. The name has come to encompass all different types of casseroles lately, including those made with cubed bread, tortillas, plus sweet variations. I think bread pudding kinda falls into the ever widening definition of strata. I could be wrong..but hey, that wouldn’t be the first time.

Personally, I did not want to wait overnight. I wanted some instant gratification, so I cubed up my bread, giving it more surface area to soak up the custardy goodness of the eggs and milk. I used the Country Farmhouse White, though any of the Pepperidge Farm line would have been tasty (with the exceptions of the rye, pumpernickel or German Wheat, which contains some rye flour).

I fried up the bulk sausage (which proved to be disappointingly bland, and too low in fat) with onions, mushrooms and some mild chili peppers. I made very sure that everything had been drained of extra fat and that the mixture was at room temperature before I proceeded – nothing worse than greasy, chunky casseroles!

I used medium sharp cheddar, nothing special, just the plain kind you get for cheap at Kroger when it’s on sale for $2 a pound.

It turned out pretty good. Tony and Annie said they would eat it again, which is a good sign. I am waiting to see if I get a request to make it again soon. That will be the true test of this experiment’s product.

Rosie’s Experimental Strata
(or Breakfast Casserole, for those who ain’t into those furr-in words)

One pound of regular or spicy bulk sausage

One medium onion, diced

4 oz of white mushrooms, diced

1 large mild green chili, diced

9 eggs, beaten

1.5 cups milk, loving plucked from a cow’s teat

2 cups shredded cheese of your choice

1 loaf of substantial white bread (no Wonder Bread!), cubed into roughly 1 inch pieces

Salt, fresh ground pepper, pinch of cayenne plus anything else you might think will taste good

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 13 x 9 inch casserole pan. (I used a glass pan, so I lowered the temperature by 25 degrees.)

Fry up the sausage until cooked through, then remove from pan and drain. Sauté the onions, mushrooms and chili in the same pan, adding extra fat if necessary. Once the mushrooms had lost some of their moisture and the onions are transparent, mix with the sausage and let cool to room temperature.

Beat the eggs and milk together and season with the salt, pepper and other seasonings. Toss the bread cubes with the egg/milk mixture and let stand until bread has soaked up a good amount of the liquid.

Place one layer of the sausage mixture in the bottom of the greased casserole pan, then top with cheese, then slop in some of the bread/custard mixture and so on, ending with a bread/custard layer on top.

Bake for about 35-45 mins or until done. (Once again, I didn’t time it exactly. I just knew how done I wanted it to be. Sorry.)

Let cool about 10-15 minutes until cool enough to cut.

Serve with a salad for dinner, or fruit for breakfast.

True Food Porn

As I mentioned earlier, Whole Foods opened up a store in my neck of the woods. I was dying to get over to the store so Friday after work, I cruised by on my way home and bought some treats for Tony and me.

Let me tell you…This place is to food what the Lion’s Den is to adult entertainment. I was amazed by the variety and quality of the foods. In the produce section, I picked up a half dozen Honeycrisp apples and some eggs that were right out of the chickens’ butts! The last time I had an egg that fresh was the time my mom and I got lost on our way to Lancaster and found a chicken farm. (A real chicken farm, not an egg factory.) You know eggs are fresh when you crack them into the pan and the yolk stands at attention, with a rich golden yellow tone to the yolk.

I wandered past the fish area. Besides having filets and shellfish in cases, Whole Market has the whole fish on ice where you can inspect them. This makes me very happy. You can check first hand whether the gills are red and eyes look bright. There are a couple good fishmongers in town, including Ray Johnson’s, but none on my end of town.

On to the butcher shop…and Neiman Ranch pork. Ok, you know me…I do not usually go for froo-froo status items. However…in this case the beautiful marbling of the meat caught my eye. It has been years since I have seen intramuscular marbling on pork and quite frankly, I am sick of too lean pork. So at $6.99 per pound, I bought two big rib chops for me and Tony.

Next, the antipasti and olive bar: at $8.99/pound, they are cheaper and better than any of the local groceries. I picked up a nice selection of olives (I can’t remember which ones offhand) plus some cornichons and pickled onions to go with…

a variety of cheeses and some pork terrine from the cheese shop. A great selection…I did my happy cheese dance of joy. I picked up several selection including a raw milk fourme d’ambert, an aged goat cheese (Cana de Cabra), Parrano Originale, a nice runny Pont L’eveque and a soft sheep’s milk cheese I cannot remember the name of.

Lastly, I went to the bakery. I chose a baguette and another more rustic loaf. I was a good girl and avoided the luscious desserts as well as the chocolate counter.

All told, my purchases set me back about $50.00 – definitely not frugal, but as a celebration dinner (I just got a raise!) I managed to get 4 meals out of everything over the course of the weekend.

The honeycrisps were devoured within 30 minutes of arriving home…Annie ate two right off the bat…

The terrine, cheeses and bread, plus the remaining apples were our dinner on Friday.

The fresh eggs were cooked up for breakfast on Saturday…yum yum…

And lastly, the pork chops were dinner on Sunday along with a rice pilaf and some braised Swiss chard I picked up at the Worthington farmer’s market.

There is sufficient cheese left that I am planning a light meal on Monday night of tomato and bread salad, cheese and cold roast beef .

Would I go to Whole Foods every week? No.

Since I am not caught up in whole vegan/organic/free range deal that is sweeping the nation, I will only go when I need to pick up something special. If I have time, I’ll head down to Curds and Whey in the North Market, go to Schumann Meats in Grove City for my protein needs and the local farmer’s market when I can for my veggies. The rest of the time I will pinch Abe until he cries and stock up my pantry and freezer at Meijer and Kroger.

Oh, by the way, found this site via Google…I guess just because you are bringing the world organic, PC food doesn’t mean everyone loves you. Whole Foods Workers Unite!