{Eating, Health}

Sweet Bread

10.27.11
photos by gluttonforlife

Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m not giving you a recipe to prepare strange and frightening innards. Not that I wouldn’t! But no, this is considerably more tame. Although I hope it make take you out of your comfort zone as far as baked goods go. Why? Because it’s made with a lot of buckwheat flour and that can have scary health-food store connotations. Trust me, you don’t need to be wearing Birkenstocks to go for this delicious cake. It’s actually inspired by an incredible muffin from Peels that I’ve enjoyed on several occasions. The pastry chef there, Shuna Fish Lydon, really rocks, as you can see by her blog, not to mention her addictive graham crackers, brown butter rice krispie cubes and other tweaked-homestyle treats. I’ve lauded her skills before.

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , , ,

comments8 Comments

{Eating}

Kiss Me Tate’s: Gluten-Free Giveaway

10.26.11
photos by gluttonforlife

If any cookie can be said to have a cult, it would be Tate’s. G was an early convert, after discovering them during his summers in the Hamptons. The original Tate’s Bake Shop opened its celadon-green doors more than 20 years ago in Southampton. Founder Kathleen King eventually capitulated to the near-hysterical demand for her insanely crisp and addictive chocolate chip cookies (and other divine baked goods), and they can now be found at select, discriminating retail venues, as well as the brand’s online store. Through a coincidence that I prefer to think of as destiny, I wound up practicing yoga with someone who works with Tate’s and, learning of G’s love of the cookies and sad intolerance of gluten, he very generously sent us a large box of their gluten-free products! Frankly, we did not have high hopes. Gluten-free versions of things so very rarely live up to the originals. But these? Just as good. No less than a miracle.

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , ,

comments53 Comments

{Eating}

I’ll Crumble For You

10.14.11
photos by gluttonforlife

Pretty soon there won’t be much fresh fruit to rave about. I’m looking forward to quinces, Bosc and Bartlett pears and of course apples all winter long, but while they’re still available, I’m eating plums. The late-season varieties have an intensity of color and sweetness that is like the farewell kiss of a summer romance. There’s no better way to showcase them than in a simple crumble. The fruit is the star, and you can accentuate its flavor by imbuing the crunchy topping with some subtle complements. For plums, I like to add a little almond and cardamom. (I know, I put cardamom in everything, but it really does go so well with plums!)

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , ,

comments6 Comments

{Eating, Health}

Them Apples

10.13.11
photos by gluttonforlife

Mark Bittman posted one of his great roundups of recipes in the Times Magazine this weekend, featuring less-expected ways to eat apples. I’m particularly taken with the cheesy apple fritters and that apple tempura! I’m prone to tossing diced apple into lots of salads—with oil-cured tuna, with walnuts and blue cheese, with all kinds of herbs. And when I make oatmeal, I always grate an apple into the pot. This really supports good digestion. We have a big old apple tree on our property at the lake, and it’s covered with mottled green fruit that looks dubious but tastes great. Our friend Julia up the road has an orchard of craggy old trees that produce a lot of fruit, including some of the most flavorful red apples ever and a few pears, too. I’ve already eaten some super-crunchy and juicy Honey Crisps this year, and I’m a big fan of the Pink Lady with its wonderfully tangy sweetness. There are so many things to be made with all these apples, from pies, crumbles, betties and cakes to butter, fritters, cider…and, pedestrian as it may sound, applesauce.

 

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , ,

comments4 Comments

{Eating}

Apple Teeny

10.12.11
photos by gluttonforlife

In the summer of 1976, I was allowed to fly out to New York by myself to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins in Long Island. It was the bicentennial year, and I vividly recall the red-&-white-striped pantsuit my mother made me for this occasion, embroidered with navy blue stars. I was taken into the city to have lunch at Maxwell’s Plum, and we drove through the caverns of Wall Street where the skyscrapers soared dizzyingly up into the wild blue yonder. It was at Bloomingdale’s, though, where I was most intoxicated by the glamour, the excitement, the sheer abundance. For a thirteen-year old girl with a head full of frizzy curls and a mouthful of metal, the enormous caramel apple they sold there—a kitschy symbol of the Big Apple—was unattainably enticing. As volputuous as a Botero sculpture, one glistening end dipped in chopped nuts, it’s remained forever a fantasy. Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , ,

commentsNo Comments

{Eating}

‘Wichcraft: Ultimate Sammys

7.6.11
photos by gluttonforlife

These are the best ice cream sandwiches. Yes. I know we all have a certain fondness for those semi-industrial rectangular ones we enjoyed as children—with that thin, cakey cookie that sticks to your fingertips, right? But these trump those. These are so big and fat they turn Chipwiches to shame and bring grown men to their knees. These are rustic, hand-hewn beauties. It’s about the cookie, sure: melted bittersweet chocolate, best-quality cocoa and semisweet chips make for a lot of rich, fudgy goodness. But what you put between that dark embrace can send you soaring to the heavens. Might I suggest homemade mint ice cream? Or perhaps a creamy vanilla speckled with real seeds and offset with a slather of sweet, sticky cajeta (goat’s milk caramel)? We served both on the 4th and I heard no complaints, only soft moans of ecstasy. If you have a big mint patch out back in some shady spot, all the better. I use our spearmint with its subtly cooling, herbaceous flavor, but you can experiment to see what you like. And no, it doesn’t taste like toothpaste. By the way, forget the food coloring. The very pale green you’ll get is so much more beautiful than that lurid artificial hue.

 

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , , ,

commentsNo Comments

{Eating}

Fool for Love

6.28.11
photos by gluttonforlife

That’s me. Did you know I’ve been married four times? And I’m not that old. Twice divorced and widowed once. But in it for the long haul now. I’m so glad I finally found what I was looking for and it turned out to be even better than what I had imagined. I’m in the zone! And so will you be when you spoon a big bite of tart, creamy and dreamy gooseberry fool into your mouth. Allegedly dating back to the 15th century, this dead simple treat is nobody’s fool; or rather, anybody’s. It’s just a cooked puree of sweetened gooseberries folded into whipped cream. Chilled and served in a wine glass or a coupe with a long spoon, it’s among the most elegant desserts you can make without breaking a sweat.

 

Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , ,

commentsNo Comments

{Eating}

Rhubarb: Fruit or Vegetable?

6.15.11
photos by gluttonforlife

Consider rhubarb: long, ribbed, celery-like stalks and not a seed or rind in sight. This is a vegetable, right? But in 1947, a New York court decided that since it’s used as a fruit, it is  to be counted as such for the purposes of regulations and duties. Thus, with one wave of a bureaucrat’s hand, does a vegetable become a fruit. Although its leaves are toxic, rhubarb’s tart stalks have a long history of medicinal and culinary uses. The stuff grown in hothouses tends to be redder and sweeter than what you find in the gardeny. My big, bushy plants are of the Victoria variety—named for the British queen, whose countrymen tend to love a bit of rhubarb fool—and they are predominantly green. A clear, true, vegetal green with a flavor to match. Rhubarb is often combined with apples or strawberries. Their sweetness helps temper its rather aggressive bite, but can also overwhelm its delicate flavor, described by Alice Waters as “the smell of the earth in the spring.” Wanting to showcase that, and armed with rhubarb from the garden and fresh milk from the farm, I decided to make rhubarb ice cream. Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , ,

commentsNo Comments

{Eating, Health}

Crème de la Crème

4.13.11
photos by gluttonforlife

Certain foods just have a universal appeal. Consider the dumpling, for instance. It’s found in so many cultures, this rose by any other name: knedlíky (Czech), kreplach (Jewish), pantrucas (Chile), manti (Armenia), ravioli (Italy), buuz (Mongolia), pangsit (Indonesia), dim sum (China), gyoza (Japan), mandu (Korea)…the list goes on and on. Yogurt—and soured milk of all kinds—may not be quite as common, especially given that many African and Asian countries don’t do dairy, but among those that do it’s a deeply-held tradition. From straight-up yogurt to crème fraîche to quark to ricotta to paneer to Mexico’s indigenous Nahuatl jocoque árabe, people have long been introducing bacteria or acid to milk with delectable results. Greek yogurt has become hugely popular in this country over the last few years, thanks in no small part to the ubiquitous Fage (pronounced “fa-yeh”) brand. It’s simply yogurt which has been strained to remove the whey, giving it a much denser, creamier texture. Sometimes this style of yogurt is even enriched with extra butterfat or powdered milk.   Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , , , , ,

comments6 Comments

{Eating}

Sticky Sweet

3.30.11
photos by gluttonforlife

One of my earliest memories is of being handed a small saucer of fresh cajeta by a tall, dark-haired neighbor of ours in Mexico. A sweet seduction like this you never forget, no matter how chaste. This amber-colored elixir is the taste of my childhood: dizzyingly sweet, with notes of burnt sugar and barnyard commingled in a sigh of pleasure. The name allegedly comes from the Spanish phrase al punto de cajeta, which means a liquid thickened to the point at which a spoon drawn through it reveals the bottom of the pot. But I’ve also heard it said that it takes its name from the small wooden boxes it was traditionally packed in. Cajeta is a specialty of Celaya in the state of Guanajuato, although it is also produced with the traditional method in Jalisco, and is widely available all over Mexico.


the traditional hand-stirred method for making cajeta

There is simply nothing like goat’s milk caramel, cooked to a dark satin swirl and touched with hints of salt and vanilla. It’s delicious with cheese, believe it or not, and drizzled over or mixed into ice cream, but I enjoy it best spooned straight from the jar. You’ve most likely had dulce de leche, the very popular (especially in Argentina) cow’s milk version of this, but it’s missing some of the earthy, goaty notes that make cajeta so divine.  If you’ve never tried it, you can looks for jars or squeeze bottles of it in Latino markets or even online. Coronado is a decent brand, but I recommend you make your own or go for the full-on artisanal experience with Fat Toad Farm.


Read the rest of this entry »

Tagged—, , , , , , , ,

comments2 Comments

Newer  1 2 3 4 5 6 7  Older