Month: May 2009

dinner, May 15, 2009

red_stem_baby_kale(the center bunch joined us for dinner;  the egg seems to have escaped from the vendor’s cartons)

  • roasted chick peas
  • Yellowfin Tuna steak (from Grenada, via Whole Foods, and on sale Friday) generously-covered with mixture of crushed fennel seeds and crushed dried chiles, briefly seared on a grill pan and finished with oil and lemon – very easy, and an awesome success [see “Italian Easy:  Recipes from the London River Cafe“];  accompanied by red spring onions from the Greenmarket, grilled and dotted with balsamic vinegar; and baby red kale [see pic above, which includes one egg, in representation of another product sold by this farm], also Greenmarket produce, wilted in a covered pan with oil and bruised garlic
  • wine:  Maison Louis Latour Pinot Noir 2007 (although a Spanish white, a white Rhone or a Chardonnay might have been a better choice because of the spices on the tuna)
  • PJ Madison‘s “Bourbon Vanilla” gelato-style ice cream topped with the best rhubarb sauce I’ve ever tasted [Amanda Hesser in the Times, adapted from Anne Willan]:   a very simple composition of thinly-sliced rhubarb from Maxwell’s Farm stand at the Greenmarket, covered in a still-warm white wine syrup which had been infused with crushed cardamom pods and Darjeeling tea, then refrigerated  [the rhubarb is also excellent on top of a slice of very good pound cake, or angel food or sponge cake – and just about anything else!]

dinner, May 14, 2009

  • roasted chickpeas accompanied by mixed Spanish olives
  • grilled lamb steak (Whole Foods) finished with oil, chopped thyme and lemon;  accompanied by roasted potato “chips” (Biintje, from Bill Maxwell’s farm at the Union Square Greenmarket) tossed first with oil, crushed oregano and dried thyme;  and grilled red spring onions finished with drops of balsamic vinegar
  • wine:  Chateau la Fagotte Haut-Medoc 2005, gift of a friend
  • kumquats

dinner, April 27, 2009

It ended up as a fine anniversary dinner, but because of my forgetfulness it was almost a non-event.   On the afternoon of April 27 I was thinking of putting together a pretty simple meal, and already had some good organic sauerkraut and sausage.   Then I was reminded, by the other interested party in the relationship, that it was one of our five anniversaries (I used to transcribe all of their dates into my pocket calendar at the beginning of every year, but I’ve become much less dependent on written reminders over the years).

Barry and I had met eighteen years earlier to the day.  Ooops.

I decided we could stay with the German theme and still be festive if I only added a few extras.   Still thinking simple Teutonic, I came up with the idea of a raw beet salad (raw, in order to minimize the heat in the kitchen on an unseasonably-warm day), and when I picked up a bunch at Whole Food I found that the excellent condition of their organic tops meant I also had the ingredients for some braised greens.

The cooked sauerkraut demanded some time on top of the stove to work through the flavors, and the salad had to marinate for an equal amount of time.  I had gone to the store early in the evening and had forgotten these requirements until it was almost too late to prepare a dinner we’d be able to consume before midnight.  In the end although I cut the food preparation time a bit short, it didn’t seem to make a difference in the flavors, since everything ended up tasting really good.

I don’t often cook anything resembling a traditional German meal these days.  This is partly because of our current taste in food, which is largely in the tradition of the simpler forms of the Italian kitchen, but also, I think, because it seems to me that the cookery of my ancestors doesn’t usually represent an economical use of kitchen time.  My own kitchen experience began with my investment in a Fannie Farmer Cookbook [small and paperback, both bad ideas for a cookbook] while I was in grad school, but it was  German cooking which seduced me into a life which has always included serious kitchen time.  I thought we had broken up years ago, after I started a relationship with Julia Childs and later a good number of Italian cookbook authors, but every so often I find myself reaching for my old copy of Mimi Sheraton’s “The German Cookbook“, which I purchased in its first, 1965 printing , not long after I had arrived in Providence after a year enrolled at the University in Munich (but mostly sitting about in its wonderful taverns and cafes).

I rummaged through the book for refreshers on an approach for both the sauerkraut and the salad, and I came up with this:

  • pan-grilled Niman Ranch bratwurst with full-grain mustard on the side;  accompanied with a cooked Weinkraut using white onion, juniper berries (I always add more than the recipe suggests), white vermouth and water, thickened with grated potato;  raw beet salad [the brightest, reddest ever!], marinated with a mixture of onion, parsley, sour cream and caraway seeds, finished with a little bottled horseradish which had been drained;  braised beet greens
  • wine:  Petri 2005 Herxheimer Honigsack, Riesling, Kabinett – trocken – Im Holzfass gereift (Pfalz) from Philippe Wines

Thanks, Mimi.