Throwback Thursday—Kitchen disaster

quiche smI don’t usually talk about my kitchen disasters, but this one was a winner.

Making quiche on a weeknight is always a bit ambitious. You’ve got to make the crust and the filling, and then it has to bake for a good 45 minutes. It’s one of those meals that I need to start at 4.30 pm in order to have dinner on the table by 6.

Often, if I make quiche on a weeknight, dinner is late. This was the case one day last year. I had my heart set on quiche, but got home late. Made quiche anyway, in a mad whirlwind of activity. Finally got it into the oven and cleaned the kitchen. I was feeling good about my effort—dinner would only be 20 minutes later than usual. No problem.

When the quiche was done, I opened the oven and slid out the rack…and the quiche kept coming. It flew out of the oven as though it had been hurled, frisbee-style by some unseen hand. It soared off the rack and onto the floor, where the whole thing, including the pie plate, split in two. Bits of egg and vegetables flew everywhere, and I stared in stunned disbelief. An hour and a half of preparation lay splattered across the kitchen floor. At almost 6.30 pm, I wasn’t going to be making another dinner. What were we going to eat?

Thankfully, Ian sprang into action, heating up a jar of homemade soup from the cupboard. By the time I had the quiche cleaned off the floor, the soup was on the table.

I am now very careful whenever I pull a quiche from the oven…

Vernal equinox

100_3776 smToday is one of my favourite days of the year—the day my side of the planet tips over into the sunshine!

I always try to mark the day with a little something special. It might be a cake decorated as a sun, or cupcakes covered in flowers. This year, it was big chocolate cookies half spread with white chocolate to represent the equal night and day of the equinox.

From now until the solstice always seems like such a rush, with planting, kidding, milking, and harvesting. But today I will simply enjoy the sunlight.

So regardless of whether you are experiencing the vernal or the autumnal equinox today, make it a great one, and enjoy whatever the season offers!

Lemon Curd

100_3769 smContinuing with the vitamin C theme from yesterday, this morning’s breakfast was lemon poppy seed muffins with lemon curd.

Lemon curd is one of my favourite excesses. On muffins, scones, cake, or even my morning granola, it is a marvellous burst of flavour that sparkles.

Joy of Cooking (the 1997 edition), has two lemon curd recipes, one of which is reduced-fat lemon curd. I ignored the reduced-fat recipe for years, but one day I didn’t have enough eggs to make the regular recipe, so I tried the reduced-fat one.

Much to my surprise, the entire family preferred the low-fat recipe. I don’t pretend it’s any better for us. Indeed, it’s almost certainly less healthy, as it has twice the sugar (to compensate for the reduced fat). But less butter and more lemon juice make it even tangier than the full-fat recipe.

So for perhaps the first time in my life, I prefer a low-fat version of something! Now I’m working on the recipe, notching back the sugar (because the low-fat version really does taste a bit too sweet), to get the perfect balance of sweet/fat/sour.

Of course, that means I’ve got to make lemon curd regularly…just for scientific purposes, of course. 😉

 

Further proof that we’re nuts

100_3758 smToday offered further proof (though I can’t imagine it was necessary) that my husband and I are nuts.

Weekday. We all come home from work and school.

I’ve scored a small handful of extremely expensive, first-of-the-season asparagus, and we start discussing what we’ll have with our asparagus for dinner.

Next thing I know, I’m making firm polenta, and Ian is picking the herbs for a fresh parsley pesto.

What arrives on the table an hour and a half later is nothing short of extraordinary—polenta crostini topped with pesto, sautéed mushrooms and cheese, with braised asparagus on the side.

I point out to Ian that most other people are heating up TV dinners on a Thursday night…

 

Doing my best

100_3242 copyMy post Springtime Pests was picked up by World Organic News today, and I was bemused.

Not so much that the post was picked up, but that I’ve never particularly thought of myself as an organic gardener.

In the same way, I rarely think of myself as vegetarian.

Or as a blogger.

And, clearly, I’ve not got the blogging thing down, because I have never tagged a post as ‘organic’, and only recently thought to tag a post as ‘vegetarian’.

I grow food.

I eat food.

My only claim is that I think about what I eat and grow, and how I do it.

I am neither perfectly organic, nor perfectly vegetarian, but I do my best.

That’s all we can ask of anyone.

No Eggs

Photo: Eric Weiss

Photo: Eric Weiss

All day, I dreamed of tofu meatballs with spaghetti. I drove home this afternoon thinking of them. As I did my afternoon chores, I picked the ingredients I needed. I watched the time—meatballs take a bit of extra preparation, and I’d have to start cooking dinner earlier than usual.

The time came, and I washed the vegetables and started to chop them.

And realised I didn’t have any eggs.

I couldn’t make meatballs without eggs—they’d never hold together.

It’s not a problem I usually have. I usually have more eggs than we can eat, and I have to come up with creative ways to use them.

But the chickens are on strike–my lovely hyline chickens that are supposed to lay for years…but only managed about 18 months before they were done. I thought, well, they’re just moulting…they’ll start laying again. Then I thought, well, it’s the middle of winter…they’ll start laying in spring. But, no, they are not going to lay again. They’ve retired already, much to my disappointment.

I have mostly had brown shavers before, and they are productive, but short-lived birds, and I was tired of “disposable” livestock. My attempts with heritage breeds died with the three expensive birds I bought years ago that came riddled with disease and died within weeks. So I was thrilled with the idea of the hylines—a ‘new’ breed with a longer lifespan than the shavers.

Ha. My last brown shaver laid eggs until she was 4 years old, but none of the hylines are still laying.

I have been trying to contact the local brown shaver breeder, but have had no luck, so I still don’t have a young flock on the way to point-of-lay.

And I still have no eggs.

I bagged the vegetables I had prepared and put them in the fridge. I went out to the garden and picked a different set of ingredients, and we had a lovely Indian charcharis instead.

And tomorrow I’m going to try calling another breeder. I may have to drive an hour to get my birds, but I need some new birds. Now.

Cranky Kids

crannkicecreamChurning ice cream by hand was a rite of summer for my generation. Our ice cream maker was a big green bucket, in which we placed ice and salt. Then the metal canister full of cream, sugar, and flavourings would be sunk into the ice, the wooden paddles inserted, and the crank latched into place.

Then it was the kids’ job to crank and crank and crank and crank and crank and crank and crank, until the ice cream was frozen. We were always sweaty and tired—desperate for that ice cream by the time it was ready.

I don’t know how many children have the opportunity to hand crank their own ice cream these days. Very few, I expect.

A few years ago, I bought my husband an ice cream maker for Christmas. I had resisted the gift for years (in spite of his not-so-subtle hints), because the only ice cream makers I could find were electric ones. I hate the whine of an electric ice cream maker, and…well, ice cream just doesn’t seem home made if you don’t crank it yourself. But then I came across a fabulous hand-cranked machine that combines the best features of the electric machines and the old-fashioned hand-cranked ones.

It’s much easier to crank than the old-fashioned ones (probably because the old ones held a gallon of ice cream at a time, and this one only holds a quart), and there’s no need for ice and salt, as the inner canister is chilled in the freezer.

And best of all, the kids can crank their own ice cream, leaving the adults to sit down and relax while the kids make dessert!

PB and J Cupcakes

100_3693 smI love PB & J sandwiches. So why not a PB & J cupcake? I’ve never tried this before, and I was a little worried it wouldn’t work, so when I made peanut butter cupcakes last night, I only put jam in half of them (chocolate buttons on the other half). But next time, I’ll do them all with jam!

Just make a little well at the top of the cupcake batter and put a teaspoon of your favourite jam (I used strawberry) into the well before baking. The gooey, jammy centre is delicious inside the nutty exterior!

Cabbage Salad

100_3672 smAt Christmastime last year, I walked into a bookstore. I don’t remember what I was looking for, but I know I wasn’t looking for a cookbook.

But there, facing outward on the shelf was Plenty by Yotam Ottolenghi. The simple beauty of the cover made me stop. I picked up the book and opened it, and suddenly my will was no longer my own.

There was an entire chapter on eggplants, and another on mushrooms, and pulses, and brassicas. There was even a chapter titled “Green Things”, featuring everything from artichokes to broad beans to asparagus. All accompanied by mouth-watering photographs.

I had to have the book. So I gave it to my husband for Christmas.

This afternoon, I was faced with cabbage in the garden that either needed to be picked or weeded. I chose to harvest. I had a longing for a cabbage salad, but didn’t want cole slaw. I went to Ottolenghi’s book, and found the perfect recipe.

Not that I actually made the recipe from the book, of course. It called for macadamia nuts, two different kinds of cabbage, mango, papaya, and fresh chilli…none of which I had. But I was intrigued and inspired, particularly by the dressing, which involved lime juice, lemongrass, maple syrup soy sauce and chilli flakes reduced over high heat to a thick syrup, then mixed with sesame oil and vegetable oil.

The original salad had you caramelise the macadamia nuts in butter, sugar and salt. I did the same with pumpkin seeds. I substituted oranges for the mango and papaya, used my one variety of cabbage, and fresh mint and cilantro from the garden.

The result was a marvellously complex, fresh, and delicious salad.

And even more importantly, I learned new flavour combinations and new techniques (the caramelized nuts, and the reduced dressing) for future salads. The best kind of recipe!

Peach Oatmeal Muffins

100_3670 smThese little gems are inspired by a peach bread recipe—they’re every bit as delicious as they sound. Try them warm from the oven with a little butter. They’re also excellent once they’ve cooled and the spices and peaches have mellowed (though they may not last long enough to cool).

3 cups peaches (fresh, frozen or canned; peeled, cut into small pieces and drained)

2 cups whole wheat flour

¾ cup all-purpose flour

½ c brown sugar

1 Tbsp baking powder

½ tsp baking soda

½ tsp salt

1 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp ginger

¼ tsp cloves

1 cup old-fashioned rolled oats

2 eggs

1 cup milk

¼ cup vegetable oil

¼ tsp almond extract

Combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt and spices in a large bowl. Add the oats and peaches, stirring until the peaches are coated. In a separate bowl, beat the eggs, milk, oil, and almond extract. Add to the flour mixture and stir just until evenly moistened.

Scoop the batter into greased muffin tins (makes about 18 muffins), and bake at 190°C (375°F) for about 25 minutes. Allow to cool 5 minutes in the pan before turning out.