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I Forgot the Peas

I haven’t made chicken pot pie in 25 years. I looked up recipes but it’s basically chicken, veg, veloute (bechamel with chicken broth instead of milk) and pastry.

These recipes were obtuse, difficult to follow and some star-winning recipes for home cooks were bizarre, to say the least.

I bought a large chicken breast, cut it into strips and opened a new box of our dog’s chicken broth (don’t worry, I’ll get her a new one for her birthday on Saturday) and poached the chicken, carrots, celery and leeks in the broth with seasoning and herbs.

Then I removed the veg, started a roux with butter, flour, salt, pepper, thyme and nutmeg. Added some of the flavored chicken stock.

All the while I was blind baking rolled out puff pastry (from the store, my hands melt butter, for all I know my eyes melt butter) for an 8″ pie tin. I incorporated the chicken and veg with the gravy, added it to the pie tin after taking out the parchment and pie weight beans, topped it, brushed it with egg wash and cut a few slits to vent steam.

It was tasty but needed a little more seasoning. The puff pastry was crispy good on top but soggy on the bottom. That’s where I disagree with Carla from Top Chef (it must have been the love, love you). She made Jimmy Fallon a perfect chicken pot pie and won that day. I did not, plus I forgot to put in the peas.

From now on as long as we’re not using my two lions’ head French onion soup bowls for morning oatmeal, I’m going to use them for chicken pot pie without a bottom crust, as I learned in cooking school. I’m cooking for two, here.

Top crusts should be cut with a knife 1″ larger than container – just turn it upside-down on the pastry and be brave and keep pastry cold, no Dee-hands. On a sheet pan, score the pastries lightly with a knife and brush with egg wash. Into the freezer while you make the filling. Brush 3X total and allow to freeze.

Season filling and remember peas at the end! Egg wash the edges of the vessels, they could be ramekins or vintage Pyrex, whatever is appropriate for serving. Cook in 375 degree oven (that’s as far as I can go else smoke alarms will go off) until bubbly and the crust is puffed, domed and gorgeous. Enjoy!

As a kid I loved pot pies. We got them when my parents had an event and we had a babysitter. They were frozen and so hot when they came out of the oven that we placed them on the steps to the garage to cool for 20 minutes in the middle of a cold winter. We thought frozen food was great! Not like Mom making a balanced meal with dessert every night. That was boring. Give me a chicken pot pie or “tv dinner” as that’s what all the other kids ate.

The frozen pastry back then was substandard, still is. A short crust is what this dish needs to elevate it, and a really good pie crust works well but puff pastry could get any kid to eat his/her peas, carrots, leeks and chicken veloute as long as they get some good crunch from the topping.

I think it’s going to be a good week. Wedding anniversary, dog’s 12th birthday (I may make beef liver/bran treats for her buddies in dog bone shapes, yes I’ve two dog bone cookie cutters) et al. Cheers! Dee

 

New Cooks

I don’t care if you’re 11 and want to become a chef, or if you’re about to be a new bride who can’t boil water for tea.

Sit at a dinner table with your parents. Listen to their day, politics and how to ease the tension as it goes to dinner and kids. The family dinner was a given in my immediate family. Now, yesterday, my 12 year-old dog stole food from my plate while I was eating. That’s a big NO!

When my family went on vacation somewhere we usually met other family who brought food for “room picnics.” Dad hated this but I thought it an unusual endeavor that I’d be able to do as a grown-up.

Then we started talking about food at every meal. That really irked Dad. What are we going to eat next?

I went to two cooking schools, one in NYC and one in Italy. Dad always made us pancakes after Mass. He now cooks Italian food. My brother and I taught him how to learn to cook. It is probably the best gift I’ve given both.

It is a pleasure to put Dad on record for learning to paint and cook after age 80. I love him dearly. Dee

Dinner

This is what I thank my parents for, a family tradition. Dinner at the table every evening. A square meal with a home-made dessert.

Everyone told about their day and what we learned. Dinner began about ten minutes after Dad walked in the door and got changed. In high school I got in trouble because gymnastics practice sometimes took three hours after school and I was late. I had to stay. I was the captain, after all.

We always had to ask to be excused from the table to do homework. Dad always had funny excuses when we were little, like “No, you can’t put your teddy bear in the oven!”

It was not scripted, but it was. A family eating one meal a day with each other, sharing stories. Perhaps that is why I share stories with you. When my husband is in town we share breakfast and dinner every day. Not necessarily at a table. At some point we avoid work and budget discussions and talk about other things.

Last night I made a roast chicken, nearly 4 pounds, with salt, pepper, thyme. Around it were wedges of Yukon Gold potatoes with garlic and herbs, nearly the last of my in-home garden. Also sauteed arugula. It was good and half the chicken is left for today. Perhaps it will become an arugula, chicken and apple or Satsuma tangerine salad. We’ll see. I’m always open to suggestions. Oh, perhaps the last of the sun-dried tomatoes from the Italian shop down the way.

Yesterday I took the meat off some chicken breasts, cut it up and mixed it with mayo and some apple (Kiku) and placed it on toasted wheat bread for my dear.

Family is important. I try to get all my work done so I can spend weekends with my husband. We now enjoy oatmeal for breakfast with low-fat vanilla yogurt and berries. Dinner is whatever my heart desires. No, not surf and turf. It’s skirt steak, pork or chicken. Texas chili, the true stuff, 1962 Pedernales chili (no beans) from LBJ’s ranch, party of 500. My version.

Many families I know get food when they walk in the door, alone. No family dinner. I believe that is a mistake of grand proportions. Yes, I got in trouble for being late for good reason, but we all sat together and it made us better people for doing so. Cheers! Dee

Culinary Inspirations

While I wait for the cream to get cold and mixer bowl and whisk for a trifle layer to deliver to an early dinner this evening I think of things. No room in the freezer but it’s 20 degrees outside so that’s where they are. Don’t worry, the cream is in an insulated bag.

Happy New Year! We’re all a year older and hopefully wiser.

I saw two episodes of “At The Table With…” that resonated with me. The first was Daniel Bouloud. He was a young chef when I was in cooking school and demonstrated his fish wrapped in thin layers of potato and pan-fried. He was remarkable. That was 28 years ago.

The next was Norman van Aken, a chef from Florida who started cooking early and rose through the ranks. He was a reader of literature, one chef said he had to read cookbooks, and cookbooks are literature to me, check my list. Start with James Beard, and he did. I cooked for our final exam at the James Beard House with family upstairs in his bedroom. Chef van Aken’s first cookbook was James Beard’s Theory and Practice of Good Cooking.

I have that in my library, lent it out and never got it back. I bought another. This out of print book is my gift to every young couple as a wedding present.

Knowledge is power. That’s why I tell my husband the difference between baking soda and baking powder. Today as I prepare trifle for a dinner this evening as a host gift I told him about cream/cold, egg whites/no fat, clean bowl and room temperature.

He’s a physicist so understands science. I will also leave him Harold McGee’s On Food and Cooking and my culinary library. In the past few weeks he’s learned pancakes, spaetzle and homemade fettucini. He loves science and machines. Even the hand-cranked pasta machine.

After James Beard House, since I had family in town they gave me all the leftovers, which I happily re-heated, revamped and served at a large family and neighborhood get-together brunch.

Dad always said we spent too much time talking about food. He had good food prepared by women. It is a staple of life. That it is tasty and healthy for all concerned is my job at home. Cooking school just helped me get there. Dad cooks now, and not just pancakes on Sunday. Cheers and Happy New Year! Dee

Trifle

Yikes, I’ve only a day to think it through. Last year for the dinner I made a full-fat version of it with layers of pound cake, whipped cream and tons of berries.

Then I made one with angel food cake, nonfat Greek vanilla yogurt and tons of berries. Which to choose?

We’ve two young girls this year so I was thinking of making individual parfaits for them with graham cracker crumbs, vanilla yogurt and berries. If they were here I’d teach them layering but I’ll just make them before we depart to meet our friends.

For the adults I could mix it up and do angel food cake and whipped cream, or the opposite.

Oh, forget it, it’s New Years’ Day and time to renounce all those dietary restrictions!

Snow was melting today and now it’s quite cold. Our neighbor was without heat for two days so we lent him our portable heater.

For the first time in years we have icicles about 4′ long over our balcony. On the glass, there are also some coming up. Stalagtites and stalgmites.

I wanted to finish the trifle today and keep it outside (there’s no room in the frig for a trifle dish). Now I know it will freeze and the glass will break and everything will be ruined.

Dear husband, the physicist says, why don’t you make it, place the vessel in one of our many insulated bags and place it in your car in our underground garage where the temps are near refrigerator temps and not what grows 4′ icicles.

What a great idea. That is the plan. Happy New Year! Dee

 

Friends and Tech

For a few years we’ve been invited to an intimate event with friends who are still neighbors albeit a few blocks away. We enjoy these New Years dinners with the hosts, family and friends.

Last year at another dinner here everyone had their cell phone out on the coffee table, and they laughed at mine, which was seven years old when I turned it in for something very new and swank. That was two weeks ago and I don’t even know how to access it or put in my password or thumb print. But their phones will not laugh at me anymore. Now the phone’s owners can laugh with me on how inept I am right now.

I already know what they want for dessert, trifle, so will change it up a bit and see what German goodies my Dad sent to me and make it a trifle or a bread pudding. We’ll see where my culinary goodness comes in.

Their dog Jake was a dog worth working for ’til the end. I took him out from time to time and his family, even after his death, has embraced me and my husband. I poured water over his favorite tree in the park and said a prayer. My old dog and I pass that tree every day and I think of our times together.

Now they’ve a new pup I’ve yet to meet. We miss the old ones but always look forward to the new pups. Tradition, and life. That’s it, folks. Dee

ps I always place water on that tree for Wurli as well. He was a sweet old dog. D

 

Enjoy!

I couldn’t sleep. Santa arrived yesterday afternoon after delighting neighborhood kids. God bless him. Our neighbor wore a stifling suit and still came by to see us (husband and dog were on a long walk) but needed to go home and get out of that suit.

He brought gifts for the nordic kids. He arrived two weeks ago to give us boughs from his tree (that was our gift) and I went to storage and brought some memories mostly of my husband and me as I’ve tried to get us ornaments each year from wherever we were.

Today I’m making breakfast, we’ll try homemade pasta for lunch with basil/parsley pesto with lemon,and potatoes, then home-made spaetzle with chicken and artichokes in a cream sauce for dinner.

Roasted nuts, butternut squash soup, pasta with chicken, then cheesecake.  That says holiday to me. Have a wonderful day! Dee

Challenges

Yesterday I made spicy almonds and cashews, have changed it from the original Gourmet recipe from 1991 that they would not let me publish. You can still find it at Epicurious by the same title. I’ve added different chiles and smoked paprika.

I roasted a medium butternut squash and about ten heirloom carrots, first seeded and second trimmed, with a bit of olive oil, s&p for about an hour. I let them cool while I toasted garam masala in a dry pan and let that cool.

Food processor is the next step, with the squash de-skinned and both it and the carrots cubed, and add a bit of broth. I used the dog’s boxed chicken broth. She hates that I steal from her but she steals time and food from me every day for the past nearly 12 years so it is more than OK.

Then I’ve a pulp that needs seasoning and thinning to make a good soup. I alternated between chicken broth and heavy cream, added garam masala (curry) and ancho chili powder, a little more salt and pepper and it was good. Next time I think it’ll be spicier but may add apple for sweetness.

For dinner I made my basic mac & cheese. Usually I make enough to bake in an 8X8 Pyrex dish. I used shells this time to hold the sauce, made the bechamel and added local two-year aged cheddar, drained the shells and added them to the sauce. To the sauce I added wonderful sun-dried tomatoes from our Italian grocery and one chopped Kumato tomato for flavor and color and served it in ancient Pyrex colored bowls (the big green for hubby, smaller red for me). It was good.

My bechamel is normally 2 Tbsp flour, 2 Tbsp butter, (or 3/3) put in a pot and stir constantly for a minute or two. I usually add salt, pepper, cayenne and a pinch of nutmeg to this. Have two cups of milk ready. Medium heat, let it come to a boil, do not turn your back on this sauce! It will burn and ruin your meal. Keep whisking every minute or so. When it is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon (run your finger through it) take it off the heat, add your cheese of choice and stir until it melts.

Mix with cooked macaroni or shells or whatever pasta you like and bake it at 350 for 30-45 minutes. I like to top it with fresh bread crumbs and parmesan cheese until it browns and bubbles. Today I served it un-baked because it was late and we wanted dinner.

Rarely does my husband not get meat for dinner but he was OK with it. And we have leftovers of both! That and oatmeal, milk, vanilla yogurt and blackberries for breakfast and we’re eating the frig and pantry! I enjoy cleaning out sometimes. We’re loving our oatmeal these cold mornings.

We’ve been through challenges before and have always worked our way through, together. Tomorrow is his birthday. I love that his parents always kept birthday away from Christmas because they’re often lumped together and you get an extra sweater and feel left out as your siblings actually have birthdays. Yes, I’ve heard that from friends over the years.

We bought new cell phones that will cover both birthdays and the holidays. Now I have to figure out how to use my new phone as it will not set up. Old computer and old phone were compatible. Now my beloved laptop is showing its age. I wonder how old it is in “dog years?” It’s 56 years old. Oh, my.

Don’t worry, I’ll give my husband a birthday card. It’s the least I can do. Cheers, Dee

Holiday Sides/Competition

A friend recently entered into a contest with her brother to see who could bring the best holiday side dishes to Christmas dinner. She’s a grandma. She has to win and told her brother she has a friend named Dee who is going to help put her over the top.

Of course I can’t tell you the two recipes I gave her. Let’s just say they include veggies. That’s vague enough. I’ll tell you more when she announces the results.

Mine are tried and true in different venues, with my secret changes. I wish her well and happy holidays to her large family. This is my gift to Ms. D. Happy holidays, Dee.

Oatmeal and Santa Claus

We’ve become new fans of five-minute oatmeal. It is cooked in 2% milk, placed in lovely lions’ head soup bowls with a dollop of non-fat vanilla Greek yogurt, a few berries and every so often a drizzle of honey, maple syrup or Lyle’s Golden Syrup.

It is served with Chinese ceramic spoons. Yum, and it does keep us full on weekend mornings until lunch.

Today I plan to roast some butternut squash and heirloom carrots and make a curried soup for lunch. A fresh loaf of bread will round out the meal. Who knows about dinner, I haven’t thought that far. I did save two slices of specialty bacon and have eggs so he’s OK for breakfast. We have dog food. I’ll probably make oatmeal for me.

Anyway, Santa has visited. Kiddos, look away. He tends to visit us early because he can’t get to everyone on Christmas eve and wants to concentrate on you kids. We only have a dog and a handful of treats will do.

Our dear neighbors have given us boughs from their tree. The largest has ornaments from our storage and my husband’s tie bars and clips that are statement pieces for work. Thanks to them this holiday has cost me nothing other than two trips to storage. One needs light ornaments to decorate boughs. Years ago they lost their ornaments and we didn’t have a tree so lent them ours. What goes around, comes around.

My husband and I were born Scorpio and Sagittarius, different years. For both birthdays and Christmas we replaced our ancient cell phones. Mine was seven years old, his about five. His birthday is this week so I may get him a card. Of course I’ll make dinner, that’s a given. I hope he doesn’t ask for spaghetti and meatballs. It’s like hamburgers, he could eat it every day!

If you look at it sometimes Santa comes every day. A promotion, a job, a great parking space, oranges are on sale at the grocery, one is propelled to get a gift for a friend. You adopt a pet from a local shelter and have ten joyful years together. You meet your husband, marry and he drags you all over the country and world. They’re gifts.

My husband I do not usually give gifts for any occasion. A card, sometimes he gets me roses. We do not need to give on certain occasions as we give every day of every year. Hey, we’d rather hang out at home and watch a movie and make really great popcorn! To you and yours this holiday season, Dee