Month: January 2015

Turmeric Fennel Walnut Stuffed Cod & Orange Anise Kale

The silence is palpable, interrupted only by a quiet buzzing of insects and the occasional cry of a far off bird. The scent of mown grass and manure waft across the fields, and the gentle breeze causes silent ripples to move towards us and the shore. My peaceful calm shatters as Dad dangles a wriggling worm in front of me; it’s time to bait the hook. I can’t do it. Nope. Impaling even a minuscule and slimy creature isn’t in my repertoire. Not to mention that I’m seven and simply think it’s gross, even if I could do it. Thankfully, Dad gallantly baits my hook, and I’m able to enjoy the fun part of fishing. We fished for catfish at the family farm in Tennessee. Now that Scandinavia is home, cod is the fish of the day. Turmeric root has powerful anti-inflammatory and anti-bacterial properties, among other attributes, and has been used for centuries to treat a number of ailments. I used the powder form for a long time (which is the main ingredient in …

Brown Butter and Vanilla Bean Weekend Cake & Calvados Anise Weekend Muffins with a Blood-Orange Glaze

“I like the dryness of it,” Tor told me matter-of-factly, as if that should explain everything. “But the dryness is why I made a glaze for my own version!” I retorted. “Well…I like it dry,” he concluded, with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. I missed a couple weeks of Tuesdays with Dorie, a cookalong group baking their way through Dorie Greenspan‘s new book, Baking Chez Moi. Today I’m jumping back into the swing of things with a review of her Brown Butter and Vanilla Bean Weekend Cake. This cake was very nice, though I thought it a bit dry. However, that’s what others may find they like most about it, as evidenced by Tor’s remarks above. I did forego the optional addition of rum, so perhaps the whole thing would have been more moist if I had opted for it; however, I can’t imagine that the brown butter and vanilla flavor—which is what redeemed it, in my opinion—wouldn’t have been overpowered by the rum. I thought it was a bit fussy with the method, …

Salted Melon Sorbet

The shimmering air carried the sweltering heat right into my very core. With no air conditioning inside, we took to the porches with our ice waters and sweet teas. I sat, legs dangling over the edge, watching the condensation drip off my drinking jar and onto my knobby knees, leaving behind trails of clean skin as it rolled down my dusty shins. The corner of my eye caught movement coming from around the garage. There was Papaw, with a cantaloupe half in one hand, and salt shaker and spoon in the other. Never in my eleven years had I seen such a thing. Salt on melon? What craziness! “The salt brings out the taste!” he bellowed, in his booming Southern drawl. I remained dubious as he fixed himself next to me and dove in to his summertime treat. I considered him from my perch, this bear of a man, palming the cantaloupe easily in his huge calloused workman’s hand. Sprinkle, sprinkle, scoop, eat, ponder. Sprinkle, sprinkle, scoop, eat, ponder. Somewhat of a mystery to me, …

Fennel Beef Pizza with a Rosemary Crust

Pulling out of the Pizza Hut parking lot, waistbands loosened, a slightly sleepy feeling setting in, we prepare for another five hours or so until we get to Granny and Pa’s. We’ve been on the road seven hours already. Interactions between me and my siblings decrease, and a quiet solitude sets in. One by one, we succumb to sleep… …My eyes crack open. Dashboard lights shine through the permeating dark. I hear the seams in the concrete going past in a regular rhythm, with an occasional disturbance in the pattern; perhaps this is what woke me. My siblings beside me breathe steadily with the slow, even breaths of sleep; it’s the only time we’ve all been peaceful together in hours. My mom in front of me, also asleep. My dad—also asleep?! I stare in the rearview, forcing my wide eyes not to blink; no, not asleep, just squinting from a long day of driving. During our many road trips down the Eastern seaboard to visit my grandparents, Pizza Hut was a common pit-stop for my …