Another week flew by; I feel like I write that every week. Tomorrow, we have our farmer’s market down in Troy, NY. Last week we moved into our winter indoor location at the Atrium Building in downtown Troy. Most Saturdays, we are on the road by 5:30 am, stop and deliver to one of our wholesale customers, then head to the market.
We are usually one of the first vendors to arrive at the market. We like being there early, even though it sucks waking up so early. Setting up and watching everyone else race around to get themselves ready for business is entertaining.
Some of our vendor friends…In the last photo, Sherwood is the nicest guy and is a great distillery salesman/bartender/DJ at the market. I love his pose!
The thing that makes Saturday mornings challenging is eating. It’s much more complicated than you can imagine finding a quick, grab-and-go breakfast. Besides a banana or a hard-boiled egg, such a thing doesn’t exist. We would love to stop and get a muffin, a bagel, or an egg sandwich. I usually pack something for breakfast that is only substance and not enjoyable.
Every week, we eat something lame and are starving the rest of the day. Now that we have to wear masks again indoors, you can’t nibble on snacks to tide you over. We also can’t leave the booth to eat in the designated dining area.
Josh & Jamie from Collar City Candle
Another vendor couple, Josh & Jamie, is gluten-free for medical reasons like ours, and the four of us pout every week. We bitch and moan, make each other hungry and talk about the food we wished we could have from the market or a convenience store.
Today, after production, I made mini apple cheddar tartlets for our Saturday morning breakfast. I made enough for Jamie and Josh too! I texted Jamie a photo just after I pulled the tartlets out of the oven. She replied right away, “OMG, Yum!” I love cooking for people, but cooking great shit for other gluten-free people is the best!
There is no recipe for these tartlets. First, I make a quick gluten-free pie crust that takes me literally 5 minutes. Then I decide what I want to fill the tartlets with. Finally, I assemble the tartlets and pop them in the oven. My favorite ones are apple and sharp cheddar. I am one of those salty, sweet people who like cheddar on my apple pie. These are small, easy to eat bites and delicious!
Apple cheddar tartlet…
I don’t always have time or the ambition to bake breakfast for the market, but it’s always a home run when I do! I can’t wait for breakfast at the market!
I had a reader request my recipe for lazy man’s lobster. I had to sit down and think about how I actually made it. The thing to keep in mind with recipes like this depends on the size of the lobsters you are using. I used two 1 1/2 lb lobsters and got 3 nicely filled baking dishes.
This is a super-rich dish; the portions don’t need to be extravagant due to the richness. I recommend serving with fresh lemon wedges for each diner. The fresh lemon juice squeezed on top cuts through the richness and makes the dish in balance.
Lazy man’s lobster
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups of crushed Ritz type crackers 4 Tablespoons butter, melted ¼ cup fresh Italian leaf parsley, chopped ½ cup butter 3 cloves garlic, finely chopped ¼ cup sherry The juice and zest from one lemon Salt and pepper to taste Cooked lobster meat from 2-3 lobsters, depending on their size, cut into bite-size pieces.
Directions
Preheat oven to 350°. Butter 3-4 ovenproof dishes, place them on a sheet pan. Divide the cooked lobster meat amongst the dishes. I say 3-4 dishes, depending on the size of the lobsters. Set aside.
Crush crackers in a ziplock bag and a rolling pin or a food processor. Crush or pulse until it becomes crumbs. I like my crumbs with more texture crushing them less.
Melt the 4 Tbsp of butter. In a bowl, combine the cracker crumbs, melted butter, lemon zest, and parsley. Mix until completely combined, set aside.
Heat 1/2 cup butter in a saute pan over low heat. When the butter has melted, add garlic and slowly poach the garlic until soft, not brown. Add sherry and lemon—season with salt and pepper. Remove from heat.
Divide the butter mixture evenly between the dishes, pouring the butter mixture over the lobster. Top with a generous amount of cracker topping on each dish.
Put the baking sheet in the oven for 10 to 15 minutes or until the lobster is hot and the topping is golden brown. Serve with lemon wedges and more parsley. Serve with rice, pasta, or a baked potato. Enjoy!
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Coming up with ideas to cook is the hardest part of cooking for most people. I nailed Sam and Marty down on Sunday morning asking for some dinner ideas for the week. They came up with their suggestions; I would fill in the blanks based on what I wanted.
Every week, I write down dinner menus in my cooking notebook; then below it, I make a shopping list of ingredients. I leave the list at home when I go to the store and have someone take a photo of it and text it to me. 🤦🏻♀️
I had a craving for something flavorful, different, and better yet, a one-pot dish. Jambalaya was that dish. Having a well-stocked pantry makes pulling one of these dinner ideas out of your ass possible.
I’ve mentioned that we live in a food desert here in Southern Vermont, so if you want something a little different, you have to cook it yourself. If you don’t cook, you are out of luck or settle for mediocre, ordinary cuisine. This is not a food snob talking, just a person that likes different varieties of food.
Finding ingredients around here is another story; I do most of my ethnic shopping in Albany, NY. When you want to make a dish with ingredients that aren’t available here, you make do the best you can.
I made my version of jambalaya tonight, one that would make creole folks go crazy since it isn’t authentic. I used common ingredients out of necessity but tried to mimic the flavor the best I could.
I started sautéing in olive oil, what they call in New Orleans the “holy trinity,” which is onions, celery, and bell peppers. Cooks know what the “holy trinity” is, just like a “mirepoix,” onions, celery, and carrots in French cooking.
Next, I added the sausage to the vegetables. Since I didn’t have andouille sausage, I used kielbasa. I made my own creole seasoning on the spicy side to help the kielbasa masquerade as andouille.
Creole seasoning
For the rest of the recipe, I used long-grain white rice, a can of Rotel tomatoes & green chilis, chicken broth, and a bay leaf. I added a bag of shrimp at the very end of the cook.
I browned the rice with the kielbasa and veggies. Next, I brought it up to a boil, covered it, and cooked it on low for 20 minutes. I stirred in a bag of mall shrimp that I marinated in a touch of olive oil and creole seasoning. I turned off the heat, covered the pot, and walked away for ten minutes. The residual heat cooked the small shrimp through without overcooking them.
Not many ingredients like most of my recipes, just flavorful AF ones. While it was cooking, the house smelled delicious. So delicious that when Sam woke up at 5 pm (he works night shifts), he came down to see what the hell I was cooking.
After I told him it was jambalaya, I realized I had never made it for him before; I made it while he was away at school. He thought it smelled amazing with flavors he had never had before.
It turns out he wouldn’t be having it this time either since he wouldn’t be home. I packed a take-out container for a 3 am work dinner later this week for him. Yes, I pack him his dinners. I love feeding people!
The jambalaya came out exactly how I wanted it to taste, smokey from the smoked paprika I put in the creole seasoning, a little heat but not too much, and that holy trinity was the foundation of the dish building flavors.
The house still smelled good three hours later when I took out the trash; I considered having more but decided against it. I hate feeling overfilled and have to stop myself by having only one portion. I also put my fork down the second my brain tells me I am full, no matter how delicious the meal is.
So a pot of faux jambalaya was the food hero last night and will be again today for lunch before belly dance classes. Yum!
Faux Jambalaya
Ingredients
2 Tbsp olive oil 1 medium onion chopped 1 green bell pepper chopped 1 stalk celery chopped 3 cloves garlic minced 1 package of grocery store kielbasa 1 Tbsp Creole seasoning 1 1/2 cups long-grain white rice 1 can Rotel diced tomatoes and green chilis 2 1/2 cups chicken broth 1 bay leaf 1 lb bag of easy-peel raw shrimp 1 Tbsp olive oil 1 tsp creole seasoning Salt and black pepper to taste
Directions
Chop the onion, pepper, and celery. Mince the garlic. Heat the olive oil over medium heat in a dutch oven or large pot, then add the “holy trinity” and the garlic. Sauté for 5 minutes.
Add the kielbasa and the Creole seasoning. Stir to combine. Sauté uncovered for 10-12 minutes, stirring often or until the vegetables are soft.
While the kielbasa and veggies are cooking, peel the shrimp. In a bowl, add a tablespoon of olive oil and one teaspoon of creole seasoning. Stir gently to combine thoroughly. Set aside.
Add the rice to the kielbasa and veggies, stirring until combined. Brown, the raw rice for 3-5 minutes, stirring often to prevent the rice from burning. This step gives the rice a rich and nutty flavor.
Add the Rotel tomatoes and the chicken broth stirring well. Add the bay leaf, then bring to a boil. Turn the heat to low, cover, and cook for 20 minutes.
Uncover, check the doneness of the rice. Stir in 1/8 cup water, cover, and cook for five more minutes if the rice is underdone. When the rice is tender, stir in the shrimp, turn off the heat, cover and leave for 10 minutes.
Remove the bay leaf, check for seasoning and serve. Enjoy!
I looked at our weather here in Southern Vermont which looks great until Friday. The temps are forecasted to be in the low 60s during the day and down into the 30s at night. Next week, the daytime temps drop to the low 40s then dropping down to the 20s. It will be mid-November so that’s about right.
We pick out our Christmas tree and put it up the day after Thanksgiving. We also turn on the outdoor Christmas lights that evening. It’s a tradition Sam and I started about 6 years ago.
When I say we, I mean we pick out the tree and Sam helps me get into place in the tree stand. Then I am on my own. I decorate the tree myself because no one else wants to. That’s fine with me, I put on Christmas music, fix myself a poinsettia cocktail or two and take my time trimming the tree.
I have found since we started our business 4 years ago that I have to get things done when I can because I never know when the bottom is going to fall out is my week.
After production today, I decided to put away the front porch cushions, clean the front porch and put up the Christmas lights. Why already? I’d rather put them up with warm hands and a t-shirt on than freezing my butt off with numb hands.
A clash of seasons…
It was a glorious day weather-wise, perfect for outdoor projects. Marty worked outside on the lawn, putting gas in the snowblower, filled the gas grill propane tank, and covered the outdoor kitchen equipment for the season.
The good news is all the lights were not a tangled mess, plus they all worked! I must have been careful last year when I took everything down and packed it away. Sometimes I even surprise myself! 😜
Time is flying by so fast its unbelievable. I am actually looking forward to the holidays this year, something I haven’t done in a long time. I loved the holidays when our boys were young. When they grew up it was such a big letdown when their Santa days were over and they no longer wanted to make dozens of Christmas cookies with me.
Marty and I loved picking out the perfect gifts for each boy and playing Santa Klaus on Christmas Eve. Our boys believed in Santa for a long time, we were so good at it that I had to tell both of them the “Magic of Santa Klaus” story. I didn’t want them to get made fun of for still believing or having some douchebag ruin the magic like what happened to me. Poor Noah got so upset that he said, “Oh, that sucks!” He’s a chip right off the old block, he’s is so much like me!
Of course, Sam said he knew it couldn’t be true because he would lie in bed on Christmas Eve doing mathematical equations trying to figure how Santa would have enough time to deliver gifts to everyone’s houses.🤣
I am looking forward to spending the holidays cooking up a storm, celebrating, and spending time with my grown-up family. I am super excited that my sister Jennifer is coming up to visit in between Christmas and New Year with her kids which is going to be a lot of fun.
I don’t feel like I am going to turn into the Grinch or the Winter Warlock this year. “I’m not really a mean and a despicable creature,” I just hated the holidays for the last ten years. This is so much better! ☺️
*** I took down the garland on the front porch…it looked to skimpy.
Macaroni and chop meat. I am not sure if this was just a Jersey saying or generational.
What in the hell is chop meat some of you may be asking yourself. It’s also know as ground beef or hamburg here in VT.
Macaroni when I was growing up in Elizabeth, NJ was any pasta except for lasagna. It wasn’t called pasta. Ever.
In restaurants, they had fancy names for their macaroni like linguine & clam sauce, penne vodka or baked ziti. But where I come from it was all macaroni.
Macaroni and chop meat is also know here in America as goulash; not to be confused with the Hungarian kind. I’ve also heard it called American Chop Suey which is so wrong! I saw a show about Asian cuisine in which they made it crystal clear there is no such thing as chop suey in Chinese cuisine.
A Chinese woman who was over 100 years old who was the first woman to ever own and cook in a Chinese restaurant. She had her own story about chop suey when Chinese food was still considered exotic.
When the interviewer asked her what chop suey was she laughed. She said it means chopped up shit thrown in a wok. It was named chopped suey for the unknowing American customers. She was a fireball guzzling down booze and cursing like a sailer. 🙌🏼 She is my hero!
Macaroni and chop meat is one of a handful of dishes that I haven’t changed when I make it. I’ve been making it for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure who I watched make it, but I still do it the same way with the same simple ingredient. Jazzing up macaroni and chop meat is pasta with meat sauce; this is not.
The only thing that I’ve changed about the dish is the macaroni. Originally, I used the classic elbow macaroni. When we had to go gluten free I made it with gluten-free penne pasta that fell apart and sucked up all the sauce. It sucked so bad I stopped making it.
Now I make it with our gluten-free spätzle. The beauty is no boiling necessary for our “pasta.” It can go straight into a soup, sauce, gravy or casserole without having to boil it. The spätzle doesn’t get mushy or fall apart. Brilliant!
With all the fancy-ass cooking that I do, it’s refreshing making something so simple, comforting and familiar. It’s like a grilled cheese sandwich with butter, white bread and yellow American cheese.
The macaroni and chop meat that I make is a pound of chop meat, 1 diced onion, salt, 1 28oz can of plain old tomato sauce and a pound of macaroni.
The beef is sautéed with the diced onion that has been seasoned with kosher salt until the onions are translucent.
Once the onions are translucent, you add the tomato sauce. Cover and bring to a simmer. Simmer and stir often for 30 minutes adding water if the sauce looks too dry. This is a looser sauce than my regular “sauce.”
Next, the cooked elbows or in my case spätzle gets mixed it. Cover, and let simmer for 20 more minutes adding water if it gets too dry. How do I know if I should add water or not? You just know.
I check to see if it needs more salt, it usually doesn’t since tomato sauce can be salty. That’s it. I serve it as is. No spices, no parmesan cheese, no black pepper…just plain. I love it with buttered white bread. Mmmm!
I’d love to know if anyone else called this dish macaroni and chop meat. I’d also love to know how others make it. One time I ate at a friends house that were serving macaroni and chop meat with melted American cheese melted on top of it. I told my father about it and he said adding American cheese is sacrilege. 🤣
Please share in the comments section I your experiences with this dish; I am dying to know.
Happy Friday guys! Time to go! It’s dinner time! Yum! Have a great weekend! ☺️
Charging and cleansing my pink quart pieces with crystal quartz and items in my “medicine” bag.
Yesterday, we were on the road all day making deliveries and setting up our winter vending booth at the indoor Troy Farmers Market. There is a gemstone and bead store that I adore on River Street, a place that I can always find what I “need.”
Since my mother’s passing two weeks ago, I’ve gone through many emotions. I wrote about the anger I felt right after death.
Last week, those angry feelings shifted, leaving me weepy and sad. It took a few days to realize it wasn’t that I was mourning the loss of my mother, but sad because of the relationship we had.
I tried my best for 50 years to be the best daughter I could be. I withstood verbal abuse along with relentless emotional torture. I was manipulated, used, and lied to…yet I still wanted to try to please her. I still loved her. I wanted to reach the unobtainable expectations set for me.
I wanted just once to be introduced as her daughter, not her adopted daughter. It made me want to cry every time she did it. The few times I met someone before she did, she would always ask if I told them I was adopted. Why would I? Why was it important? Oh yeah, every time she told someone that I was adopted, they praised her like a saint.
Through meditation, I was guided to wear rose quartz close to my heart. I used rose quartz for the same purpose a few years ago when a friendship ended suddenly.
Rose quartz helps to heal a broken heart. It opens the heart chakra, releases emotional pain from trauma, helps with depression, and restores love and trust within yourself and others. Self-love, acceptance, and trust are a huge part of the healing process.
When I went into the gemstone and bead shop, I saw the owner who always helped me. I told her exactly what I needed. She quickly got out many different types of pink quartz pieces suitable to wear around my neck. Wearing rose quartz near your heart helps the healing process even quicker. If I cannot wear a necklace, I stick a rose quartz polished stone either down my bra or in a pocket.
I decided last night I wasn’t going to wallow in sadness and sorrow. I am done feeling sorry for myself. It is time to heal and put the past into the past. I thought about it like this; my mother is in paradise, and if I don’t start to heal and let it go, I will be living in my own personal hell.
Interestingly, when I decided to start wearing color again in the springtime, I gravitated to a soft pink color close to pink quartz. It started with my new eyeglasses, then a purse, a few new & second-hand tops, and scarves. I guess my instinct knew I needed this healing long before I realized it.
Cultures all over the world have been using gemstones for healing purposes in both ancient and modern times. If you are interested in gemstone and crystal healing there is endless information on the internet.
I suggest when you are purchasing gemstones and crystals you visit a shop in person. Picking up each stone or crystal helps guide you which one is right for you. I don’t recommend buying gemstones for healing purposes online; they are overpriced and not chosen specifically for you.
I love lobster but I am way too much of a cheapskate to buy them these days. Have you seen the price of lobster? We bought two of them for Sam’s seafood boil for his birthday back in August and they cost a small fortune.
Our friend Martin had two live lobsters leftover from the seafood salad he made for his wife’s celebration of life luncheon on Saturday. He asked me if I wanted them he wasn’t going to cook them for himself. Hell, yes!
I’ve killed lobsters before and hate doing it. I am a person who likes their food already dead, but when it comes to some shellfish like clams, oysters & lobsters you have to take them out yourselves. I’ve put the in the freezer before throwing them into the pot. I’ve done it putting a knife swiftly through the head, which is considered the most humane way for this task.
This time I made Marty do it. I thanked them for their lives and that their death wouldn’t be in vein. I’ve been weepy enough this week and wasn’t up to doing it. I promised them before they went into the pot that I would make something amazing with them. Ten minutes later, I had two beautiful cooked lobsters.
I decided to make Lazy Man’s Lobster which I never made before but love. It just so happened that I had some gluten-free ritz type of crackers on hand so I wanted to give it a whirl.
I removed all the meat from the tails, claws and knuckles from the lobsters. Next, I crushed up the crackers and mixed them with some butter, lemon zest, and parsley for the topping.
I butter poached some minced garlic then added a splash of sherry, the juice of the lemon I zested, kosher salt & pepper. Next, I divided the lobster meat between three oven safe dishes, I spooned the melted butter mixture over the three dishes and topped them evenly with the cracker crumb topping.
I threw them into the refrigerator then just needed to heat them up and brown the topping at dinner time. I baked two of the dishes at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. The third one I kept in the fridge for Sam since he was working.
I served the lazy man’s lobster with a baked potato. We squeezed fresh lemon wedges on the lobster. Lemon with rich dishes like this one is necessary because it cuts through the richness and brightens the dish. Rich food can be sickening without the acid.
The lazy man’s lobster was incredible. Better than any lazy man’s lobster I’ve ever had at a seafood place. The garlic and lemon elevated the dish making it so bright and flavorful.
The next day, I told Sammy there was a lazy man’s lobster in the fridge for him. He got the biggest grin on his face that made my heart sing! His smile looked like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland or the Grinch when he decided to ruin the whos down in Whosville Christmas.
I gave him the heating instructions then went upstairs to put away laundry & shower. When I came back downstairs there was still the smell of garlic waifing in the air. All of a sudden Sam practically yelled, “That was soooooo good” with a big smile on his face
Cooking delicious food for others is what I live for! I was thrilled I did those two lobsters justice. I sent Martin a photo of the lazy man’s lobster and thanked him again.
I love Chinese food! When I was little my parents took me out to dinner for my birthday every year; I got to pick what type of food I wanted to have. It was always a hard decision between Italian food at Spiritos in Elizabeth, NJ, or Chinese food at a place in Linden.
Spiritos was my number one favorite place to eat, but my mouth drooled anytime I thought about Chinese food. The place in Linden had my favorite ice cream, pistachio with lots of maraschino cherries that were right in the ice cream.
One of the biggest bummers about having to be gluten-free is not being able to eat most Chinese food because of gluten in the soy sauce and marinades; along with gluten contamination coming from the deep fryer as well.
When I was a kid I loved chicken lo mein, shrimp chow mein, pork fried rice, spare ribs, eggrolls and spring rolls, egg drop soup, chicken with lobster sauce soup, and anything on a pupu platter. Yum shrimp toast!
As I got older I expanded my food selections to more adventurous and flavorful choices. That’s when I discovered hot and sour soup. I started making my own version after going gluten-free several years ago.
Asian cuisine is getting easier to make at home with many of the ingredients available at your local grocery store. Those specialty items used to be found at Asian-type markets exclusively. I still get mine at the Asian Supermarket in Albany because I love going there!
To be honest, it’s taken me a long time to master a few Chinese dishes. It’s fucking hard to make Chinese food that tastes like the kind you get at a restaurant. There are so many variables why the home-cooked versions don’t compare. Cooking equipment, ingredients, cooking style, and the lack of crazy hot BTU cooking temps that cannot be reached on a home stove.
Starting out with Chinese soups is a good place to start since the cooking methods aren’t hard and no special equipment is necessary.
One thing I tell my cooking class students is just because you don’t have one or two ingredients in a recipe, you don’t have to scrap the entire thing. Obviously, you can’t leave out major ingredient components, but some you can either omit or substitute with something you have on hand.
So what exactly is Chinese hot and sour soup? The direct translation is hot vinegar soup. Many other Asian cuisines have their own type of this soup. Don’t turn your noses up to the word vinegar soup, it is simply a form of acid that is necessary to create balanced dishes.
It seems to me that most Asian cuisine dishes are always in balance. A balanced dish contains the five basic tastes-sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and umami. When the taste of a dish is “off” or not right, it’s because the dish doesn’t contain the right taste components.
Knowing what the dish should taste like helps to figure out what it needs, more salt, umami, or acid when tasting it. Always try a dish prepared authentically so you know what you are tasting. Don’t try ethnic cuisine in a place that doesn’t specialize in any one kind of cuisine. For example, ordering ethnic foods from a ten-page diner menu isn’t the place to try it.
My style of cooking and recipes for home cooks is creating food that tastes as authentic as possible but is not too intimidating. Trying to track down dried lily flowers or dried wood ear mushrooms would make most people run away from a recipe. Substituting easier-to-find ingredients is a better choice for home cooks. Advanced cooks or chefs love to seek out these hard-to-find ingredients and would shake their heads at the notion of using baby bella mushrooms available at the local grocery store instead of dried shitake or wood ear varieties.
I keep a well-stocked pantry so I can whip up an ethnic dish any night of the week. A trip to an ethnic market or specialty store and picking up a variety of ingredients. to have on hand makes ethnic or specialty cooking easy.
Some things I always have in my pantry: Ethnic spices like curry powder, Chinese 5-spice, garam masala, sesame seeds, and turmeric to name a few. Canned items like coconut milk, Thai curry pastes, chickpeas, and green chilis. Chicken, beef, and veggie broths. Sauces like oyster, soy, and Thai chili sauce, Chinese garlic chili paste, rice vinegar, Chinese cooking wine, sherry, Marsala wine, and sriracha. Dried items like basmati and jasmine rice, corn, and potato starches…the list can go on and on.
Hot and sour soup with traditional bamboo shoots.
My version of hot and sour soup doesn’t have ingredients such as dried lily flowers but easier to find ones. This version can be made gluten-free, vegetarian, or vegan using GF soy sauce and GF broth or omitting the pork and using vegetable broth. For vegan also omit the eggs. The pickled daikon radishes that I add are totally unnecessary, but I add them instead of the bamboo shoots.
Speaking of specialty ethnic items, I am in love with pickled daikon radish! I had it for the first time at an Asian hot pot and BBQ place in Albany this summer and have never looked back. The restaurant sold me a small container of the pickled daikons which I needed to replicate this deliciousness at home and keep in the fridge at all times.
For anyone who is adventurous and wants to make pickled daikons, you can find daikon radishes at your local supermarket. The rest of the ingredients are vinegar, sugar, salt, and water. Black mustard seeds aren’t necessary but kick up the flavor. There are many recipes online. The pickled daikon radishes should be kept refrigerated and need at least a month to pickle in the refrigerator. If you taste the daikon radish raw be prepared for your mouth to be on fire. Pickling the daikon mellows out the heat leaving a sweet, turnipy tasting crunchy treat.
Demo steps
Here’s my version of Chinese Hot & Sour Soup. There are literally hundreds of different combinations you can use to create your own version.
Chinese Hot & Sour Soup
Last night’s hot and sour soup was perfect on a raw and rainy night.
Serves 4-6
Ingredients
8 cups chicken, beef, or vegetable broth 4 oz lean pork cut into batons 8 oz shitake or baby bella mushrooms thinly sliced 1 8 oz can bamboo shoots, drained (optional) 1/4 cup rice vinegar 1/4 cup soy sauce or tamari for GF version 2 tsp ground ginger 1/4 tsp white pepper or to taste 1 tsp garlic chili sauce 1/4 cup cornstarch 1/4 cup cold water 2 large eggs beaten well 1 tsp sesame oil 8 oz extra firm tofu cut into 1/2 inch cubes 3-4 sliced scallions thinly sliced *** 4 oz cubed daikon radish
Directions
In a large pot add the broth, pork, mushrooms, bamboo shoots (if using) rice vinegar, soy sauce or tamari, ground ginger, white pepper, and garlic chili sauce. Bring to a simmer over medium heat. Cover, and let simmer for 30 minutes.
To make a cornstarch slurry, in a small bowl, whisk together the cornstarch and water mixing well until smooth. Begin stirring the soup in a circular motion while slowly drizzling the slurry into the soup. The slurry will give the soup body, but will not make it thick.
In a bowl, stir the sesame oil into the beaten eggs. Repeat the circular stirring motion and slow drizzle method with the egg mixture.
Add the tofu and the sliced scallions. Taste for seasoning. Some people like their soup spicer and add more white pepper, others like their soup sourer and add more vinegar. This is when I add the pickled daikon radish.
Simmer for an additional 10 minutes. Serve immediately in soup bowls garnished with more sliced scallions if desired. Enjoy!
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The Patty Griffin work crew…Tom, Mousey, Anne, Kirk, Deb, Marty and me!
For the last couple of weeks, Marty and I, along with some of his close friends and family, helped pull off a magnificent celebration of life event for his wife and our friend, Eileen.
Martin’s home is a gigantic historic home on the national registry, once a location where a babysitter looked after Abraham Lincoln’s grandchildren.
The home has been undergoing a massive restoration done the right way. Once you start opening these old homes’ plaster and lath walls, you never know what you will find. In Martin’s case, he has had to redo all the plumbing and electrical in every room.
Each room was a construction zone of chaos, debris, and clutter. Since the invitations to the celebration of life were sent out, there was a deadline to whip the place into shape. Some rooms are still under construction, but they were presentable for a gathering.
Eventually, with the help of a small army, the house was ready for the celebration. Martin being a chef, planned an elegant luncheon for the 50+ guests.
Marty and I were a part of a small kitchen crew that helped prepare the food. This is our comfort zone in the “back of the house” at any party or event.
Our first task was to create a massive charcuterie board. When I asked Martin how he wanted it, he told me to do whatever I thought. Lots of pressure right there, folks.
Taking on the preparation of a food course at an important event for two classically trained chefs, Martin and his ex-wife Maureen made my heart beat harder for a minute.
Martin and Maureen have a wonderful relationship despite their divorce. She came from Pennsylvania with her partner and killed it in the kitchen. She wanted Martin to mingle and enjoy the get-together celebrating Eileen, not working his ass off in the kitchen with us.
I looked at all the meats, cheeses, greenery, and carefully sliced smoked salmon that Martin provided and decided not to stress about it. Marty and I started working on filling the gigantic mirror display board. The mirror was huge, but the board began to come together almost on its own.
Once Marty and I decided where to start, it went smoothly. When we stepped back to look at our display, we even surprised ourselves.
Others were setting up large round tables with their linens and chairs around them. Some set up a bar. Others filled cannoli shells, cut pies, washed dishes, helped assemble salads. There was a lot to do, and it all got done in time.
The celebration of life for my friend Eileen was done in Quaker fashion. Most people had never attended a Quaker “meeting” before and weren’t sure what to expect. Martin greeted the crowd and explained how a Quaker meeting works.
Everyone sits in silence; then, when someone feels moved, they share a memory of the loved one. After the person is finished speaking, everyone is silent again, letting the memory resonate with everyone.
It was touching and sad, along with laughter during people’s memories. I have much more to write about the beautiful friendship that I had with Eileen, but this will have to wait for another day. I can’t do it yet. These last two grief-filled weeks have been difficult enough dealing with my mother’s declining health and passing.
I wanted to get up to speak but knew I wouldn’t be able to get the words out through my tears. Marty shared a funny memory about how we met the Sullivans, which I was grateful for.
After the “meeting,” we raced to the bar, grabbed a glass of rośe champagne, and ran to the back of the house. We set up an outdoor kitchen the day before using our Oktoberfest cooking equipment, perfect for grilling off six big beef tenderloin filets and asparagus.
Chef Maureen checked in with us, and we knew exactly what to do. Marty gave the filets a good sear on our flattop grill then moved them to a gas grill to finish them off. The beef was done to a perfect medium-rare. Maureen let the beef rest before slicing it and placing it on gigantic platters.
My task of grilling the asparagus was fun. I filled my half of the flattop grill with asparagus that was simply coated in olive oil, salt & pepper. The asparagus came out wonderfully, the outsides grilled to a golden brown, crisp-tender in the middle.
Being outside in the rain under our tent, grilling food, sipping champagne, and hanging out with a few people was fantastic. This was the perfect spot for us in the back of the house. Inside, it was hot and crowded with tons of people we didn’t know.
The crowd loved our charcuterie board, followed by the menu of sliced filet mignon, Caesar salad, a seafood salad. Pasta salads were made with imported Italian macaroni and another with our spätzle as a gluten-free option. There were warm dinner rolls and, of course, the grilled asparagus.
We ate in the kitchen, far away from the guests, along with the Patty Griffin work crew. We ate, laughed, and drank wine. We cracked up about how Martin was able to pull off such a successful celebration.
Our hang-out spot was in the still gutted down to studs kitchen, which was perfect!
The work crew we were a part of became good friends over the last two weeks. We’ve made plans to stay in touch and meet again after the holidays, this time just for friendship, laughs, more wine, and some great food. The only person missing was Eileen, even though I knew she was present looking down at all of us.
I didn’t have a spare moment to take any food photos besides the charcuterie board I took before the event began. My phone was tucked away on not disturb, and I didn’t remember to take pictures until everything was devoured. 🤦🏻♀️