Tall Tales from Kansas

my forever February cocktail

Five days ago, on February 10th, I told you about the best chocolate martini I have ever made.  Because confirmation never hurts, I repeated the recipe on the 11th and then again on the 12th. I will also be having one today during cocktail time.  Which will commence at exactly 3:45pm CST.  

This has become my February cocktail. From now until forever. I made it the same way each time, except that I saw in the photo I showed you a bottle of Contreau and then told you I used Gran Marnier when if fact I used Contreau.  It could be that both will work just the same, but in the name of full transparency I wanted to call that to your attention.  

The other thing you MUST know about, right now, passed on to me by Dottie just this morning, is below.  I have already watched it 7 times.  

Happy Saturday, happy listening, happy chocolate martini month.  

The end.  

the best chocolate martini I have ever made

It's been a month of Sundays since a drink recipe appeared on this blog. That is a serious oversight,

that is about to be rectified. Just in time for Valentines Day.

The idea got in my head when the Pioneer Woman make a chocolate martini this morning. Except this isn't that recipe. Which did look really good, and I would drink it in a second if you put it in front of me. But I did not have any chocolate ice cream or orange flavored vodka on hand.  So, this is kind of a mash up that got changed even further when I went to pour the Godiva chocolate liqueur and discovered it was curdled.  

Here goes:  1 ounce vodka, 1 1/2 ounces of creme de cacao, 1/2 ounce grand marnier (oops forgive me, I used Contreau) and 1 1/2 ounce half and half.  Pour it all in a shaker full of ice and shake well.  Then let is rest for a second.  While it's resting grate some chocolate with a microplane zester and add 1/2 tsp sugar, mix together on a plate or other surface for rimming your glass.  Run a slice of orange around the rim of your glass and then twirl the glass in the chocolate/sugar mixture.  Give that cocktail shaker one final mix and strain into your freshly rimmed glass.  

I think this is the best chocolate martini I have ever made.  It is now the only one I will make. Serve with pistachios, pretzels, popcorn, all thee, or nothing at all.  Sometimes (as in this case) necessity is the mother of a very good invention.  

life lessons from Marti Huff are the best

In keeping with my goal of spending more time this year with important people, I had lunch with my adopted family today.

Because Angie and my sisters are not available to meet me for lunch at the drop of a hat, Marti, Nancy, and Jennifer volunteered several years ago to fill in for them when needed.  

We met at the Ladybird diner on Mass street.  Which I had thought was closed on Mondays but it wasn't, oh joy.   

Excuse me while I insert photos of the egg salad over arugula on buttered rye toast with avocado and pickled radishes as well as the chicken with corn salsa sandwich and finally the avocado toast which also happens to feature roasted mushrooms, butternut squash, and a couple of over medium eggs. I just want to be helpful if you need assistance making your choice when you come to Lawrence next.  All three delicious.  

We discussed things like the wisdom of knowing how to light your gas stove when the electricity goes out, or how smart it is to have a kerosene lamp at the ready for such occasions as well.  

Even if your daughters might worry a bit about such things.

Life lessons from Marti Huff are the best.  

The Ancho Cherry pie is darn good too and the hot coffee kept coming. 

They posed for the obligatory photo in front of the window without complaint, despite the cold.

And then, way too soon, lunch was over, and they were on their way. But not before discussions were opened for a repeat date after the spring thaw.  

And just like that 2019 is off to a rousing start.    

hare-brained ideas that somehow turn out to be the most perfect moments

In the event that you do not have a sister who recently went to Venice

who believes in doing the unexpected

like deciding you should have a taste of Pannetone

but not any old Pannetone

no, one she bought in Venice

and carried home through the one day delay in London followed by Denver and finally to Albuquerque, where it was mailed to you in Kansas

So you could open it and taste for the first time in your life this amazingly light, slightly sweet, delicacy and feel like you were there with them.  If you don't have such a sister, I am sharing the experience with you tonight.  

Dottie, please never stop having hare-brained ideas that somehow turn out to be the most perfect moments for those of us who get to share in them. I am toasting you sister, from here in Kansas... to less logic and more magic. Thanks for reminding me to say YES to life.  

while he was thinking about it

Forgive me for this.

Today for some reason, I was thinking about Aunt Alice and how she used to make this chocolate cake with cherry pie filling, and nothing could distract me from it.  Nothing at all.

Which meant there was nothing to do but make it.  Which I did.

Chris says he is still trying to decide if he likes the cherries in it or not.  

I ate the 4 that he left on his plate while he was thinking about it.  Because I DO like the cherries in it.  No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

 Helpful links:

Chocolate Cherry Cake recipe

I still need it about once a year for an important occasion like this

Sunday I gathered up apples, apple cider, cinnamon, allspice, some brown sugar and a few other key ingredients and made a cake.  

An apple bundt cake to be precise.  

It was in the "food section" of our local paper and someone brought it to work.  

I am susceptible to suggestions like this.  

Which can be a very unhealthy thing.  

Unless you fully intend to bring it to work to help celebrate Nurse Practitioners week for 2 of your colleagues.  Even if you are a week late.  It's the thought that counts.  Right?

If you are looking for a super dense, applelicious cake, that doesn't have any nuts (because some people are strange and don't like nuts in their cakes), this could be just what you are looking for.  The apple flavor is front and center. For sure.  

P.S.  Yes, that is a 30 year old Tupperware cake carrier complete with plastic handle for easy toting you see there.  No reason to get rid of it when I still need it about once a year for an important occasion like this.   

I searched all over the bag of candy corn and could find no similar claim

If you haven't done it yet.  It's high time.

To mix yourself up a batch of Halloween goodness.  

Brother called the other day so we could discuss the ratio of peanuts to candy corn.

We like to discuss important culinary matters like this in the Moss family.  

I'll tell you what I told him.  That is a personal preference, but mine is a 2:1 mix of peanuts to candy corn.

What is not negotiable, in my book, is buying some off brand of peanuts or candy corn.  And by the way, did you notice in photo #1 that right on the front of the peanut can it says they are "heart healthy"?

I searched all over the bag of candy corn and could find no similar claim. No matter.  It's Halloween.

Now that you have been provided with all the details, go forth and mix.  And eat.  And smile.  Boo!

if only all things in life were so simple and straight forward

This morning while the thunder boomed, and the rain fell, and Chris snoozed, I did this.

Right after I made a dash to the grocery store, when despite the fact that I know I have a can of pumpkin somewhere in this house, it was not be found.  Anywhere.

There are now an additional 4 cans of pumpkin sitting in plain site in the pantry.  

Something about October, rain, and gray skies.  They are the perfect match for pumpkin bread.

Also, the Moss clan will be gathering in Arkansas soon for the annual celebration of Ray and Angie's birthdays.  They will want to have pumpkin bread to go with coffee in the cabin in the morning.  

Maybe we will grab blankets to wrap up in and go sit on the porch while we look at the lake and eat pumpkin bread and drink coffee.

It goes without saying of course, that I could not wait until then to eat some.  Not when the house smells so good right now.  

Hence the mini bundt pan for now, the big loaf pan for later.  

Recipe below if you are so inclined.  

I realized this morning that it doesn't tell you how long to bake for.  Don't all quick breads just take about an hour?  In my oven, the mini bundt pan was done at 45 minutes, the loaf pan took an hour and 10 minutes.  

Did I mention it was delicious.  Every single thing I thought it would be and more.  If only all things in life were so simple and straight forward.  And went the way they should.   

plant based eating at it's finest

 Lunches for the last week of May, made from selections from the farmers market this past Saturday. 

Beets were roasted and cauliflower transformed into bite sized pieces. 

 

Then mingled with the kale from Mellowfield farms. 

Raisins and quinoa added in for texture and flavor.   Plus the last of an orange pepper that was sitting in the refrigerator waiting to be used.  

A little apple cider vinegar, honey, olive oil, sea salt, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, for dressing.

Chopped, roasted almonds to be added immediately before consuming, for maximum crunch.  Plant based eating at it's finest. 

it just looks so pretty in the jar

When I spotted the first cucumbers of the season at our market, right next to a lovely bunch of dill, I knew my favorite summer side dish would be made this week.  

Because it is so easy to make, so easy to serve, and it goes with every single thing on your menu in the summer. 

It's particularly tasty next to a bowl of cottage cheese accompanied by your favorite crackers.   Served with a chilled glass of fume blanc.   

I was especially happy to find that dill.  I haven't been able to successfully grow it myself.  Besides tasting wonderful, it just looks so pretty in the jar.  Don't you think?   

the perfect casual spot for a drink, a laugh, a meal, and 2 orders of Brussels sprouts

The Quails went to the Pressed Penny Tavern recently to celebrate a birthday.

Quail Nancy's birthday to be precise.  She is our resident beer expert.  But that is NOT the reason she selected Pressed Penny for her celebration dinner.

No.  We went for these.  These Brussels sprouts, which we have all agreed are the best in Kansas City. 

They are fried but not greasy, topped with smoky prosciutto pieces, candied lemon, chopped walnuts, sea salt, and a drizzle of honey. 

Full disclosure, we ate 2 servings.  You will too.  When you go. 

I hope you get this exceedingly delightful man to wait on you when you are there.  He's another reason to visit. 

Let me not forget the smoked hummus. Crazy good. 

Joan laughed at me and asked if I was feeling like a horse when I ordered the "grain bowl" for my entree. 

But she stopped laughing when she saw how amazing it was. 

Pressed Penny is a very friendly place.  These guys live just down the street.  One of them may be related to a quail. 

I hope they have their version of key lime pie when you visit. It's tart and creamy and you will want to lick the serving dish but you can't because you already licked the Brussels sprout dish.  Once is understandable.  Twice is inexcusable unless you are in the privacy of your own home. 

Good choice Nancy.  This is the perfect casual spot for a drink, a laugh, a meal, and 2 orders of Brussels sprouts. 

a 4 year old "foodie" who wanted to be sure I knew what his favorite item on the menu was

If you are in the Kansas City area, do yourself the favor of paying a visit to McClain's on Gregory sometime.

I cruised on by last week with THE Thompson girls.

Their avocado toast is to die for.  The sprouts and feta give it a unique spin and the whole grain toast is robust and chewy (I am forever in your debt for telling me about this Emily). 

But you could always go with this. 

Or pick something entirely different off the menu.

There was a 4 year old "foodie" there who wanted to be sure I knew what his favorite item on the menu was.  Unequivocally. 

While you are there you can pick up a cake.

Or take a self portrait in their window.

If that happens to be your thing. 

If you are lucky, maybe the Thompson girls will still be hanging out. And will offer to take you on an adventure.  

when it was still warm and the steam rose from the remainder of the loaf

Three over-ripe bananas on the counter can only mean one thing.  And I am not talking about fruit flies.

I am speaking of banana bread, which was made this past Sunday, after not being made in a month of Sundays. 

This is a situation where the potential for wastefulness, assuages the guilt of eating something you really don't need, because let's face it, banana bread is one of those things that is more than the sum of it's parts. 

Banana bread means comfort, home, and love.  I know it's hard to tell that by looking.

But take my word for it. 

When I ate a piece of this, immediately after flipping it out of the pan on Sunday, when it was still warm and the steam rose from the remainder of the loaf, I felt nothing but love.  For the whole world actually. 

something my sister and I would have selected and enjoyed with a cup of tea in an outdoor cafe in Istanbul

If you have a package of dates laying around in your pantry, that you have been meaning to transform into something, but have been waiting for a new recipe to try.  You may want to give these date bars a whirl. 

They are crunchy and slightly sweet, with a hint of lemon. 

The date filling sits atop a shortbread crust that is perfectly crisp.

And it's all covered by a crunchy topping with just a hint of saltiness. 

They remind me of something my sister and I would have selected and enjoyed with a cup of tea in an outdoor cafe in Istanbul. 

The date filling is not overly sweet and has a very pleasant thick jam texture.  Which is to be distinguished from an annoying sticky, caught in your teeth kind of filling.  It is NOT that. 

 High marks for this one.  I might add a few walnuts to the topping next time.  Otherwise, no changes to the recipe. 

the familiar routine of the market, come back to my kitchen

Just in case you don't think of eggs, romaine, onion, and rainbow chard as objects to be admired for their physical beauty as much as their gastronomical pleasures.  Think again.  

When I was getting back in my kitchen groove after the farmers market last weekend, I couldn't help smiling.  Taking pleasure in the comfort of the familiar routine of the market, come back to my kitchen. 

 

feeling very "bakerish"

If you decide to read this...

Do not be one bit surprised if you find you have to do this...

Which will leave you winding up with this...

Which is not a bad thing.  Not at all. 

This is the second time I have made this bread.  It turned out great both times.  I agree with several who left comments on Martha's site about it being too salty .  This time I cut the salt from 2 tablespoons to 1.  Feeling very "bakerish" I am now ready to move on to a different bread recipe. Send me your favorites please. 

P.S.  Sourdough by Robin Sloan is a delightful little read.  It's about Lois.  And how she comes into a "starter" and how it changes her life. 

throw caution to the wind the second time

 Step 1.  Corral your ingredients

Step 2.  Imagine the deliciousness this red curry paste will impart to your soup

Step 3.  Add fresh herbs

Step 4.  Peel and chop

Step 5.  Juice the lime

Steps 6 through 9.  Saute, bring to a boil, simmer, admire

Step 10.  Get out the immersion blender

Steps 12, 13, and 14.  Ladle up a bowl, chop up some nuts, garnish to your liking

Step 15.  ENJOY

Here is the recipe courtesy of damn delicious.   You will want to try it.  I will add 3 tablespoons of red curry paste the next time I make it.  Since this was the first time I had ever used it, I didn't want to go overboard.  I like to throw caution to the wind the second time I use an ingredient. 

a deep dive into jicama

Plans for new computer investigations and meeting a friend for coffee were foiled by ice today.  Sharp, daggers of ice.  Actually those were not as much of an issue as the ice on our alpine downhill ski-slope of a driveway. 

Warm spices were the remedy.

Cooking, sandwiched in between ice removal, was plan B. 

Do you know about How Not to Die?  Fascinating book about the role of nutrition in disease prevention and reversal.  Well, there is a cookbook now.  

Which was delivered to my house the other night. 

One can always use a new way to eat Brussels sprouts. 

I also made a batch of collard greens with onions and cherries.  An old standby, generally reserved for farmers market greens, but it seems pretty perfect for right NOW. 

The birdbath was also refilled.  That heater thing I bought has worked like a charm, so far. There is some kind of fungus growing on the underneath side of the bowl.  I will worry about that later. 

Angie and Sister bought this plastic butterfly for me 15-20 years ago at some garden place around Harrison Arkansas.  It has held up quite well through the years despite the loss of it's antennae in some previous weather related injury. Every time I see it I smile thinking about them deciding I needed it.  And how right they were. 

Today I also began a deep dive into jicama.  Whether or not it's good.  How to peel it without cutting a finger off.  If I should eat it raw or do something else with it.  You know, just the usual.

Do let me know if you have the insiders scoop on it.   

becaus he knows I have a sweet tooth the size of North America

I know it's too late for you to drive over to Lawrence and get these candles for your Valentine dinner table, but aren't they superb?  We love everything about Waxman Candles.  

I myself, went all out for the occasion and baked a cake.

The recipe is from Smitten Kitchen's new cookbook.  I can get behind a simple, delicious, one layer cake for a household of 2 who can't eat a big family sized cake!

After ascertaining that my Valentine wanted a vanilla cake with buttercream frosting, I assembled supplies. 

I even sifted the powdered sugar and used waxed paper to keep the cake stand neat while frosting. 

Nothing is too much work for Chris.  Who actually really doesn't love desserts, but tolerates them because he knows I have a sweet tooth the size of North America.

Happily, since his birthday is February 11th, he gets plain red sugar on the top of the cake for the birthday, and hearts added for Valentines day. 

We are very practical people around here.  

since we live in the age of modern refrigeration

On the cover of the latest Cooks Illustrated magazine there was no mention of Moroccan Lentil and Chickpea Soup.   But I spotted it when I went to the very back page which always has photos of all the recipes included in the issue.

So when deciding which new recipe to try, I nixed the "No Fear Caramel Sauce" AND the "Lemoniest Lemon Bars" in favor of a spicy, hearty, healthy, lunch recipe for the week. 

What the recipe does not tell you is that it makes enough to feed a small army.  Which is perfectly all right with me.  I often refer to myself as an army of one.  

Here is my review.  It's different!  In a good way.  I love the unusual combination (for me) of flavors/spices.    Garlic, ginger, coriander, smoked paprika, cumin, cinnamon, red pepper flakes, cilantro, and parsley.  It's all in there.  It's also hard not to say every other bite "this is so good for me".  Which I like to do.  The role of positive reinforcement can never be overstated, no matter what behavior is being reinforced. 

I will have enough for the next 2 weeks for lunch.  Since we live in the age of modern refrigeration that seems perfectly fine.  I used to freeze my soups if I didn't eat them within a week but I sometimes found that the texture changed subtly.   So I stopped and have had no untoward effects from just keeping them in the refrigerator.   

Recipe below if you are interested. Click on the recipe and it gets bigger, so you can actually read it. 

a cross between a pecan pie and baklava with some molasses thrown in

Having cleaned my freezer out of all treats (this means home-made desserts) last week,  I was forced on Thursday to come up with something to bake.  I was going to make a pink cake with some kind of fluffy white icing and red sprinkles but settled instead for these.

Walnut dreams.  And they certainly are dreamy.  And crispy.  And chewy.  And sweet.  Everything you want in a dessert really. 

And then some.  Think of it as a cross between a pecan pie and baklava with some molasses thrown in, in honor of your southern roots.

The recipe doesn't actually call for molasses, but I didn't have any dark corn syrup so I used light corn syrup and subbed out 1 tablespoon of it for molasses.  Good idea huh?

I also used dark brown sugar instead of light brown.  Because that is what was in my pantry.

An hour later, they were cooling on the table. 

After 3 hours I cut them and put them on a plate and pretended that you all came over, and we put crowns on our heads and sang Happy Birthday to Mary Joan Fleming Madden and Mary Stanley.  Two of the most creative women I have the pleasure of knowing. 

There was one square left.  Which I wrapped up and put in the freezer.  Where it may survive until Sunday night.  If my will power is very strong.     

you do the same for me

Sunday I busted out the new Smitten Kitchen cookbook.  I had been looking for THE thing to make to use these bourbon cherry preserves I got for Christmas. 

I saw this photo and looked no further.

So here is how it went down.  A rice pudding was made using arborio rice and a vanilla bean.   Very simple.  Pop it in the frig and let it cool.   When ready to serve pull it out, add whipped cream and chopped almonds. 

I roasted my almonds and did a rough chop.  In other words, left them kind of big.

Then I pulled out the cherries and topped the individual serving.

Oh. My. Goodness.  The pudding is not really sweet.  The only sugar comes from the whipped cream you add.  It has a nice chewy risotto texture with the amazing crunch of the roasted almonds, and then you hit a patch of the sour cherry and you think "this is what I want for dessert on my last day on earth".

You already know I am a fan of Smitten Kitchen and I highly recommend this new cookbook.  She has some very interesting flavor combinations that I can't wait to try out.  Especially if they are like this first one.  Which I feel fairly certain they will be. 

I will keep you posted as I work my way through it.  You do the same for me. 

 

... get my "costume" ready for work tomorrow...

Because I do not want to have to "take down the holidays" after I get home from Palm Springs, we did our best to box things up over the last few days. 

Putting things away is as much a trip down memory lane as taking them out.   So many of our decorations are gifts from friends through the years.  And I say "oh remember this?" which prompts Chris to tell the story about the elf that came in a box of dishwashing soap back in 1963. 

Progress was slowed when I had to interrupt deconstruction for an hour of knitting because I had not yet completed the 2017 tiny trees.   

There are now fifteen.  A nice round number.   I don't think it can be called an obsession until I have over 30 and I will likely be tired of making them by then.  But, if not, at the rate of 2 per year I can continue for 7.5 more  years.  By which time I should be retired and all rules about obsessions get thrown out the window at that point.  Or so I have been told. 

While I was knitting, I was staring at these peppers and halfway between a cable 2 back and a series of purls I jumped up and started chopping.

Pretty soon I had a nice big bowl of confetti black bean salad which is amazing by itself, on top of chopped up cabbage and kale as a salad to go with dinner, or any old way you wanna eat it. 

I always put the optional cilantro in my version.  I also do 1 can of beans to 4 peppers. 

I am a multi-tasker.  But you already knew that.  I would like to report that all decorations have been packed, including the trees and the elves, and I have enjoyed the bean salad at lunch AND dinner everyday this week.  I have not however, started packing for Palm Springs.  Though I plan to.  As soon as I finish this post, brush my teeth, get my "costume" ready for work tomorrow, and start a load of laundry.  

 

 

I am certain they can hear with their hearts

There is a story to this pie.

It was mentioned during a visit with a very dear family whose mother I cared for last week. 

They were holding the most loving vigil at her bedside. 

Talking about important things.  Like the peanut butter pie made by Mike's wife.

And how it's the most requested dessert at family gatherings.

And the uproar that ensued when cookies and fudge were substituted for it this year.

I do not know if people who are dying can hear with their ears what the people around them are talking about.  But I am certain that they can hear with their hearts.  I sure hope when I am dying the people around me are talking about important things like peanut butter pie, shrimp pasta, good wine, and american garlic bread.  AND that recipes are being passed on.

You know I had to try this.  Because it sounded good.   And it felt right.  I will be making it again.  Because it is easy and that thin layer of peanut butter between the crust and the filling is insanely tasty.  I added the chopped peanuts on top.  Just because. 

not your traditional Christmas movie but oh it’s good

Overnight a dusting of snow.  Perfect for a Christmas Eve early morning walk.

Then it was home to make a deep dish pumpkin pie with fresh ginger, yams, and heavy cream.

This is my “go to” pumpkin pie recipe.

 Deeply rich and flavorful without being overly spicy.  It also has a smooth creamy texture.  

The crust is not a thing of beauty but it contains the filling perfectly and is not soggy.

I will be ready for a piece while we are watching Seven Brides For Seven Brother’s tonight.  It’s not your traditional Christmas movie but oh it’s good.  

I hope you are cozy and warm tonight.  Wherever you are.  Whomever you are with.  Whatever you are doing.   

we have turned into our parents

Today I decided to start some holiday baking.   Bourbon balls were first up.

There are lots of recipes out there.  I picked a very simple one.  And made a few changes based on what was in the pantry.

The recipes all called for crushed vanilla wafers.  I substituted Lorna Doone’s.  I also cut the recipe in half because I don’t know what I would do with 30 bourbon balls.  Actually I do know what I would do, and it would not be good.

1/2 cup each of crushed shortbread cookies, finely chopped pecans, and confectioners sugar.  Add 1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder and mix together.  Add 1/8 cup bourbon and 2 1/2 tsps white light corn syrup that has been mixed together.  Mix together and refrigerate for 3 hours

Form into balls and roll in powdered sugar.  Foolproof.  Delicious.  The quantities above yielded 10.  The perfect amount for a family of 2 where one half of the family will be partaking.  

Meanwhile, Chris was peeling carrots and potatoes and chopping celery and slicing onions.  Preparing to put the pot roast in the crockpot.

Sunday pot roast and bourbon balls.  We have turned into our parents.  Maybe grandparents.  

it was served tableside on a smoked plank

Allow me to introduce what could be the most delicious cocktail consumed in 2017.  The “Smoked Old Fashioned”.  

Basil Hayden’s bourbon, a dash of chocolate bitters, with a garnish of orange peel and three dark cherries.  AND it was served tableside on a smoked plank.  If you live near an Eddie V’s go get yourself one and see if you don’t agree with the title I am bestowing on it.

I am not sure what has caused my latest love affair with bourbon.  But right now we are deep into the infatuation phase... and showing no signs of cooling off.  

a recipe for this sky

Chris had to go and say something about wanting an oatmeal raisin cookie for dessert last night.  He just couldn't keep that thought to himself.  Even though he knows I am very susceptible to suggestion.  Innocently made or not.   

That is why my plans for making leaves for pumpkins this morning turned into making cookies for me Chris.

I added walnuts because all oatmeal raisin cookies want to be oatmeal raisin nut cookies.  In my mind.

They turned out perfectly.  Crispy edges and soft centers.  America's Test Kitchen recipe.  

I don't have a recipe for this sky.  But I like it too.  No walnuts needed.  

restless for pumpkin always wins

I am late to the pumpkin party this year.  No pie has yet been made and the first pumpkin bread just happened this weekend. 

I decided to use large and small bundt pans this year instead of a loaf pan.  Just because.  This is my excuse for breaking my own rule and forgetting to sprinkle raw sugar on top before baking. 

It's still tasty.  The perfect November dessert after dinner with a cup of hot tea.  Maybe (or maybe not) some whipped cream on the side.

For breakfast, a side dish of blueberries and bananas with a scoop of plain greek yogurt on top.  Coffee to drink. 

Here is the link to my original post with the recipe.  I should have taken the time to get a clearer photo of the bread on the plate.  But I am weak.  As soon as the lid came off the cake stand and the aroma of pumpkin hit me, I got restless.  When there is a contest between restless for pumpkin and perfect photo, restless for pumpkin always wins. 

Chris tasted it and thought it was good

Daylight savings time, combined with cloudy skies and cold temperatures, can only mean it is time to make a big old pot of split pea and barley soup.

Dottie sent me this recipe years ago and it's one of my favorites. 

Before you turn your nose up at the thought of split pea soup, let me tell you that Chris tasted it and thought it was good. 

Which is a really good thing because this recipe makes a whole lot of lunches. 

heaven in a glass jar

Soup season has started in earnest around here. 

It began with the carrot ginger soup.

Followed by the curry-cumin roasted cauliflower soup.

All leading up to the queen of soups...

THE butternut squash bisque. 

Which may look like baby food, but tastes like heaven in a glass jar.  Serve with an apple on the side.  Done. 

Link to previous post with the recipe is here.

it made them taste even better

Saturday morning, while I was getting a hair cut, Jami and I got into a deep discussion about brownies.

Which is why, at the peak of pumpkin season, I had to do this.

Jami falls into the brownie "purist" camp.  That means a really good chocolate, no additions to the batter, and more fudge than cake in regards to texture. 

I, on the other hand, will use what is in the pantry, even if the stamp on the box of chocolate says good until February 2017. 

Given the option I will ALWAYS want walnuts in my brownies.

I have also been known to add coconut or a swirl of cream cheese.  But not this time. 

This is just a good basic brownie.  Like the kind Angie used to bake and freeze when we had company coming. 

The perfect cross between a cake brownie and a more chewy, fudge brownie. 

I drank coffee in a pumpkin mug while I ate mine.  I think it made them taste even better.  Recipe below if you are interested. 

 

you can dip ginger snaps in it with me

Remember I told you I made an apple cake that I didn't love?  I kept trying.  Different recipe.  Applesauce instead of shredded apples. 

It is also lavishly coated with maple cream cheese frosting that is as light as a cloud.   

I took this to work for my co-worker's birthday.  So no photos of lovely pieces on a plate. 

There is a lot of beating involved so if you have one of these get it out.  It is SO worth it.  This cake, courtesy of "For the Love of the Table", is a WINNER.  Moist, full of the spices of fall, light but not too airy in a way that would leave you disappointed.  And the frosting, the frosting, the frosting.  Amazing.  I have never made a frosting like it before.  But it will be made again.  I happen to have a small container in my refrigerator right now.  Left over from the cake.  If you want to come over for tea, you can dip ginger snaps in it with me.  But you better be quick about it.  It's going fast. 

If you need to take a cake somewhere this fall.  Take this.  All those who taste it will bow down before you in gratitude.

the "hole-in-one"

It seems right to celebrate the return of the mainframe computer to Tall Talls Headquarters with a drink.

Not just any drink.  A delicious, boozy, apple, cranberry, ginger concoction.

That also contains bourbon.  The perfect fall whiskey.  Especially if you are a Moss.  We get our love of "comida mexicana" from Angie and our taste for bourbon from Wilburn Ray.  If you love bourbon you will like this drink.  If you don't like bourbon you may change your mind after trying this drink.  I am going to name it the "Hole-in-One". 

Here's how you make it:

Bring 2 cups of apple cider to a boil and simmer until reduced to 1/2 cup, then add 2 oz of that, 2 oz of cranberry juice, and 1 oz of ginger liqueur to a cocktail shaker full of ice and give it a shake.  Fill a glass with ice and pour in 1 oz of bourbon followed by 2 to 3 oz of your cider/cranberry/ginger mixture, add club soda and stir.  Adjust proportion of club soda to your liking.  I can make 2 drinks from the cider/cranberry/ginger mix.  The perfect quantity for weekend cocktail hour.  For me. 

Fall cocktail napkins are optional. 

P.S.  It's good to be back. 

P.P.S.  My brother informs me that Jack Daniels is most assuredly not bourbon but is in fact a Tennessee whiskey.  To which I responded " well it tastes like bourbon to me".  He promises to bring me a bottle of "good Kentucky bourbon" which he will procure on his drive from Virginia to Arkansas in October.  He says it will be no bother to stop at multiple distilleries on the way to be sure he picks the best one for me. 

no summer is complete without at least one "summer tomato pie"

Summer tomato pie making went off without a hitch this week. 

If you don't usually think of tomatoes as something you would call beautiful.  You gotta think again. 

After cutting I laid them out on paper towels and sprinkled them with salt to get some of the juices out.   

These are some seriously juicy tomatoes. 

While that was all happening I made the crust.  Channeling my Louisiana Aunts and using Angie's rolling pin.

Then it was time for assembly.  This is a simple recipe.  Tomatoes, green onions, cheese (1 cup) mixed with some cornstarch (4 tsps) and some mayo (1/4 cup).

Roll out the crust.  Put 1/2 cup grated sharp cheddar cheese on the bottom, followed by 1/3 of the tomatoes, followed by 1/2 the green onions and 1/2 of the cheese mixture.  Then 1/3 more of the tomatoes and the last of the green onions and the cheese mixture, and finish with the last 1/3 of the tomatoes on top.   Get your top crust on.  Cut some slits in it.  Bake it on the bottom rack of your oven at 450 degrees for 10 minutes.  Then turn it down to 325 and cook it for an hour longer (mine took about 75 minutes). 

It looks like this when it comes out.

And like this when you cut it.  Seriously good.  The combination of flavors and the flaky crust make me want to swoon. 

Lunch, every day this week.  I best warn my co-workers that there will be moaning while I eat. 

No summer is complete without at least one "summer tomato pie", and it's a great way to use quite a few tomatoes.  

item #14 on my list of things to do when I retire

These 11 tomatoes went through the skin removal process last week.  Yikes.  That sounds cruel, but it was quick and painless.

An X was made on the bottom of each tomato, followed by a drop into boiling water for 15 or 20 seconds, a plunge into ice water, and off came the skin. 

Then I cored them and put them in a plastic freezer bag.

Which is where they will rest with their freezer mates, the corn and the blueberries.  Waiting for just the right time to be made into a nice batch of something that will remind me of the farmers market in the middle of winter. 

There is something extremely satisfying about putting fresh fruits and vegetables in the freezer.

One of these days, I will learn to "can" tomatoes.  It's item #14 on my list of things to do when I retire. 

you just can't get it scooped into your mouth fast enough

August means time for fresh salsa.  Probably my favorite thing to do with home grown tomatoes.  Next to BLT's of course. 

This year, because we are not having a bumper crop of tomatoes, I feel like I have been missing an important part of summer.  But... thanks to Victor and Karon Coulter - the parents of my friend Blake, things are looking up.  

Up in Barnard, Missouri, population 221, just off State Highway M, they are growing themselves some TOMATOES. 

And like all nice people from Nodaway County, they are happy to share. 

So in exchange for the second batch I received, I am teaching Blake to make salsa.  If he likes it.  I suppose it's possible he may not, but unlikely. 

We have used the The Frugal Gourmet's recipe forever.   With these exceptions - I used 4 jalapenos instead of 5, a whole green pepper instead of 1/2, one large yellow onion instead of two.  I also rough chop everything and put it in the food processor. 

Super easy.  So fresh tasting you just can't get it scooped into your mouth fast enough.  Lots of ways you can vary the recipe to fit your personal taste.  

something that is really beyond the beyond

Nine tomatoes + one spaghetti squash = lunches for next week.  In the event that you have these same ingredients on your counter and need to use them, here is what I did.  Chopped up tomatoes.  Put them on a cookie sheet.  Sprinkled with olive oil with thyme and garlic as well as salt and pepper.  Roasted at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.  Removed some of the juices at this point (reserved for later use) to allow for increased caramelizing of the tomatoes.   Back in the oven for 20 more minutes.

At the same time the tomatoes were roasting I cut a spaghetti squash in half.  Applied a light coating of olive oil and a sprinkle of salt & pepper.  Added a bit of water to the pan.  Covered it with foil and put it in the oven on the shelf under the tomatoes while they roasted. 

When it was cool enough to handle I used a fork to spaghetti-ize it, added all the tomatoes from the roasting pan and the reserved liquid and stirred it together.  It is now in containers for lunch next week.   So good.  You could put those tomatoes on anything or just eat them by themselves.  The roasting turns them into something that is really beyond the beyond.  I kid you not.  

recipes that are so good you never, ever, look for a new version because you know it can't be topped

Here are the details of how "lemon bar Sunday" went down. 

First there was some gathering.

Followed by some pressing down.  I have been wanting to see if using these clips to hold parchment paper worked as good as Martha says they do.  They DO!

Then some slicing and seeding.

Which led to pulsing.

I could show you pouring and baking but lets just skip right to removing from the oven.

Cooling.  Sprinkling, Cutting. 

Devouring. 

You know how there are some recipes that are so good you never, ever, look for a new version because you know it can't be topped?  Smitten Kitchen's whole lemon bars is one of those.  They are flat out GOOD.   Crispy bottom.  Tart filling.  Simple and perfect. 

I tried it raw, then seared and hot

I bought the bitter melon it looked so cool
an exotic food, it made me drool.

I tried it raw, then seared and hot
I sought to like it, but I could not.

The taste akin to old cold tar,
to soothe my mouth, a candy bar.

 

with all the frosting and some sanding sugar plus tooth pick flags

You may or may not recall from last year that Chris gets ideas on the 4th of July.  Cake ideas. Cake ideas that are hatched following late night web surfing sessions.

When he first showed it to me and said "hey look at this", I said "don't be ridiculous".  In other words, we are not making that, no way, no how. 

Then I said "ok, maybe we could make it but not put all that frosting on it". 

To which he replied "of course, that's way too much frosting". 

So of course we made it.  With all the frosting.  And some sanding sugar.  Plus tooth pick flags.   Because it is after all a firecracker cake.  And the 4th of July only comes once a year. 

It's quite tasty, and despite my initial reservations, I am doing my part to eat my fair share.  Every night.  Sometimes with ice cream.

Chris would like you to know that it pairs well with a Miller Lite. 

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the annual tradition of the hanging of the flag bunting

but what fun would that be?

For me, there is as much enjoyment in trying to figure out what to do with my farmers market buys, as actually going to the market, and hanging with my people.  This week Nancy brought a shredded carrot salad to work from Andre's, a KC favorite lunch spot.  It was completely delicious.  All about the carrots with a bit of parsley and a very light dressing that stayed in the background.  I knew I was going to try and copy it. 

After washing, peeling, and shredding (I wasn't sure if using the food processor was a good idea or not, but it worked perfectly), I chopped the parsley and got to work on a dressing. 

I had looked in all my cookbooks to find something similar to use as a guide, but came up empty.  Until I searched on-line and found this.  Which was delightful reading by the way even if you don't want the recipe. 

In the end, Chris and I both found the salad good.  Not great.  I added some chopped cashews on top because I think cashews and carrots go together well.  The lemon juice was too acidic for my liking - the next time I am going to try a champagne vinegar, I will not add the tiny touch of dijon, I am going to substitute honey for the sugar, and add maybe a tablespoon of creme fraiche.  Alternately, I could go to Andre's and see if they sell the dressing for the salad and use it.  But what fun would that be?  

sometimes e x t r e m e l y simple things

All you "expert picklers" out there probably already know this, but I discovered something this week when I was making my first jars of pickled cucumbers and red onions.

I have always made enough pickling liquid to cover the contents of the jar even though several hours into "sitting" there is a gap of liquid on top as the vegetables get all settled into the jars. 

This week I decided to make less liquid and turn the jars upside down for awhile before putting them in the refrigerator.

And in the end I had 2 jars with exactly the right ratio of liquid to cucumbers and onions.  Simple things make me happy.  Sometimes e x t r e m e l y simple things. 

I used 2 medium cucumbers and one red onion.  1/2 cup white vinegar, 1/2 cup water, 3T sugar, 1T kosher salt, some dill weed, and a sprinkle of red pepper flakes - cook till sugar and salt dissolve, cool a bit, pour over vegetables. 

a great way to eat blueberries that is more savory than sweet

While the combination of kale and blueberries might seem strange to some...

... you throw some yellow peppers and feta cheese into the mix and you got something happening.

Something unexpectedly tasty.

I used my usual kale salad dressing on this:  3 T of olive oil, 2 T apple cider vinegar, 2 T honey, 1/2 tsp garlic powder, 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper, 1 tsp sea salt.  Shake all this together in a mason jar and pour over salad.  I used 2 bunches of kale and maybe 2 cups of blueberries.  I also added toasted slivered almonds when I served it.   A great way to eat blueberries that is more savory than sweet*.  My definition of a perfect work lunch.  

*Not that there is anything wrong with blueberries and sweet.  In fact, that is why I bought 2 containers.  A blueberry snack cake will be made this week as well. 

P.S.  If you use blueberries in some unexpected way - send me a link! 

Yes/No, Yes/Yes, Yes/Yes, No/Yes, Yes/Yes kind of Saturday

Yes, I did start the day by heading to the farmers market.  No, I did not get out of the car.  A different plan was hatched as the rain came down in sheets.  It involved the community mercantile, some local produce and flowers, and a little Italian buffalo mozzarella. 

 Yes, the lemon cherry scones were made.  Yes they were eaten for breakfast.

Yes, some sewing got done.  Yes I got Chris involved in a fabric project.

Thank you to the person who told me about this way to use up fabric scraps. 

No, we had not planned to go to Rock Chalk Park to walk.  Nonetheless, yes we did, and I am thinking of becoming a weight lifter.  No photos of this.  Use your imagination.  Or not.  

By 2pm we were at 2 inches of rain for the day.  And finally... yes, a movie was on the agenda.  Yes we selected Hidden Figures.  Getting ready to start it as soon as I hit the publish button. 

So that turned out to be a Yes/No, Yes/Yes, Yes/Yes, No/Yes, Yes/Yes kind of Saturday.  Which seems just about right.

 

he would approve of the pimento cheese but substitute Bourbon for the 360 Georgia peach vodka

Sunday at the Masters is a day that must be prepared for.  All weekend chores completed or re-assigned.  Seats arranged properly for comfort.  And of course, snacks planned well in advance.  My brother and I also discussed who we would like to see win and who we wish would win but likely won't, all while wearing our Master's hats (mine from 1998, his from 2015). As soon as I hung up the phone it was to the kitchen for the making of the pimento cheese spread.   

This is a great recipe.  2 cups coarsely grated sharp yellow cheddar (I substituted smoked gouda for the yellow cheddar) and 2 cups coarsely grated white cheddar.  1 cup chopped pimentos (drained). 1/2 cup mayo.  1/2 tsp celery salt.  Mix it all together, add pepper to taste, cover and chill.  I like mine to sit for at least 4 hours.  It gets even better after a day. 

Serving suggestion above.  Not shown are the trisquits that wouldn't fit on the plate.  Accompanied by a Fuzzy 360 - 2 oz 360 Georgia peach vodka, 2 oz orange juice, club soda.  Serve over ice. 

If your were taught the game of golf by Wilburn Ray Moss, Sr.  you watch the Masters on Sunday.  He would approve of the pimento cheese but substitute Bourbon for the 360 Georgia peach vodka.  And absolutely no on the club soda. 

see how we avoided a potential confrontation

Yesterday while the wind blew and the rain fell I whipped up a batch of tomato soup using this recipe. 

It remains my go-to for a classic tomato soup.  Easy, quick, no fancy ingredients.   I happen to have one big bag of last season's tomatoes left in the freezer and wanted to use it up, plus Chris said he wanted ham and cheese sandwiches with tomato soup for supper. 

When he brought this up in conversation I said "great, I have been wanting to make a batch of tomato soup and use of that bag of tomatoes in the freezer".  He got a quizzical look on his face and said "but there's a can of tomato soup in the pantry".

To which I said "why would you want to eat that when you can eat home-made?"

...to which he said "well you could eat that and I could eat the canned kind",

to which I said "well I need to take something to work for lunch for the next few days anyway". 

See how we avoided a potential confrontation?

And I have lunch for 4 days instead of 3. 

the therapeutic value of cake

Because making a cake is as much about thinking about baking the cake as it is eating the cake,

and because there is as much pleasure in cracking the eggs and mixing the batter and greasing the pans,

and the smell of a cake in the oven as it bakes, and the feeling of success when the layers are flipped out of the pans, for all these reasons we had cake this weekend. 

AND because I like to use the cake plate with the glass dome, and believe in the liberal use of sprinkles, and love the appearance of a cake on the dining room table, these are also reasons we had cake this weekend.

There is of course the light sweetness of the cake on the tongue, and the tender buttery softness of the crumb as you chew, and the delight in licking the frosting off the fork, these are also reasons to have cake.

See how I just demonstrated the therapeutic value of cake?   Cake.  It's good for you.  Don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise. 

 

it's never too early to start concocting spring cocktails

 If, on a weekend, you have a few strawberries left over from breakfast, cut them up, pour a few ounces of vodka over them, and leave them alone.

Then, run upstairs and look at all the scraps from your Sew Together Bag, and think about what you can make out of them that will only take an hour or so.  Like maybe one of these.

Then go back downstairs and throw your strawberries and vodka over ice, add some citrus, a splash of St. Germaine and some club soda, and smile.  It's Saturday!

And you can't have too many coffee cozy's, it's never too early to start concocting spring cocktails for sipping out back in the sun, and all those things that seem like chores can wait for another day. 

so you go ahead and dive headfirst into the whole leprechaun spirit thing

When your last name is Mulvenon you take your St. Patrick's day "stuff" seriously.  

You buy the shamrock cookie embosser, you make the dough, you roll the dough, you press the dough, and of course you bake the cookies.

Then you make the special frosting, and color it, and apply it using frosting brushes.  In an artistic manner, that is pleasing to the eye.

Then when you are not looking your wife (who is Irish in name only) takes over icing duties, liberally applying sprinkes so you can't even see the shamrocks. 

So you go ahead and dive headfirst into the whole leprechaun spirit thing and make a "green and white".

And before you know it, things are out of control.   

Which matters not one little bit, because I can tell you I have already sampled, and am happy to report they all eat the same.  By that I mean good.  Real good.    

Happiest of St. Patrick's Days to you and yours!