There's never enough time to cook! (In fact, there's never enough time for anything.) A strategy for busy people to tackle that fridge full of food when there's not enough time to cook, with recipes. (And can we all please stop feeling guilty?)Read More
Blog: Random Acts of Deliciousness
Recipes and other delicious discoveries, served randomly.
Reflections on a recent camping trip (and the state of the world). It turns out there is some magic happening around us....Read More
If you want to understand children, read to them. Do the voices. Emphasize the emotions. Get (a little) scared at the scary parts, and be joyful at the happy parts. Stories are the window to a child's soul. At On Friday, I read the original Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter to the children at a local nursery school. Then, the kids and I used blackberries, bread and milk to make Blackberry Bread Pudding....Read More
When Three Kings Day arrives in Mexico, it's party-time. And the celebration wouldn't be complete without the Rosca de Reyes (literally "ring of kings"): the Three Kings Cake. If you'd like to enjoy this cake in the United States, unless you live near a Hispanic bakery you'll probably be baking it yourself....Read More
Kids in our safe neighborhood run free, and their parents are a diverse lot who come together over food, even when they don't see eye-to-eye on everything else.Read More
Lowly kale is hot, hot, hot. In case you haven't heard, it's the super-est superfood out there right now, boasting more nutrients per calorie than anything else known to man.
It's so chalk full of goodness, we're told it will lengthen our lives, improve our eyesight and even make us more beautiful. Most astounding of all its super-feats, kale has recently crossed the health-food/fast-food barrier and can now be found on the menus of such hallowed eateries as Chick-fil-A and McDonald's. Yes, really.
It certainly wasn't always like this. In my very first waitressing job at a Phoenix-area diner chain in the 1980s, a leaf of curly kale was the garnish on every plate. A little homely to my young eyes, the dark green leaves nevertheless added a much-needed dash of color to an otherwise pale plate of eggs or omelets.
To be perfectly honest, as I spent my high school days slingin' hash after school, it never crossed my mind that you could eat the stuff. When my mother once murmured, "Oh, that's kale. It's very good for you," and took a bite, I thought she was nuts.
Now, of course, I see that she was right. (For the record, she was also right about reusing things, not screaming in the back seat of the car, and Burt Bacharach. But perhaps that's another post.)
But as we now run around adding kale to everything from smoothies to salads to pasta, are we doing it because we love it, or just because we like the virtuous feelings and bragging rights it entitles us to?
Look, eating kale should not a noble cause, to be enjoyed only by health nuts and foodies. Kale should be delicious! It should be so scrumptiously mouthwatering, that it leaves you wanting more.
But kale does best with just a bit of nurturing. Like a certain 9 year-old girl who lives in my house, kale is a bit more strong and assertive than most and if you're not on your toes, can leave you with a highly creative mess to deal with (even though it probably sounded like a good idea at the time).
In this salad, the peppery garlic and bright lemon juice in the dressing stand right up to share the spotlight with Lacinto kale, and the creamy pecorino-romano cheese, toasted almonds and the punch of juicy nectarines are there to grab your attention. The kale is cut into chiffonade (very thin strips) instead of standard salad pieces, to help it mingle more evenly with the other flavors in each bite.
In the end, this salad is so good you'll forget about the rest of the meal. I can barely stop myself from licking the plate clean. I humbly hope it has the same effect on you. My mother would be so pleased.
Oh Summer, leaving so soon? Seems like you just arrived. But I blink and it's already put-away-those-flip-flops, back-to-school and time-to-get-serious. Tomato-Basil Crostini evokes the spirit of summer in so many ways....Read More
I LOVE eggnog. Lucky for me, so do my kids.
Every year, we look forward to the advent of winter weather, when grocery stores will carry its creamy goodness on refrigerated shelves. We joyfully sprinkle extra nutmeg on top of each glass. We taste-test various brands each year, deciding whether last year's favorite is still the best, and re-affirming which brands we definitely don't like. And each year, the steep price for a mere quart of the stuff briefly takes my breath away, before I resignedly tell myself it's only once a year.
But until this year, I've never made my own. For years, I would read the ingredients on store-bought eggnog, noticing that they can range from factory-made chemical concoctions to natural, creamy goodness. And I've often noted (as is so often the case) that those made with natural ingredients - eggs, milk, cream, spices - usually taste the best. Given how short the list of ingredients can be, and how easily accessible, I have often thought I should just make it myself.
One thing has always stopped me: raw eggs. Most homemade eggnog involves a cold mixture of raw eggs, milk or cream, and spices, swirled together in various methods, but never cooked. Raw eggs, of course, are a no-no for children, since they can contain salmonella (easily killed when the eggs are cooked, but potentially deadly otherwise, especially for those whose immune systems may not be up to snuff).
For this recipe, I finally decided to conquer the raw-egg hurdle using a French-custard approach - I whipped the egg yolks with sugar, then gently warmed them with milk until piping hot and safely cooked. The result - delicious! Without all the strange chemicals, and without the ridiculous price tag.
Wanna make your own eggnog this year? Here's the complete recipe.