Not to be Forgotten

My First Sea Urchin

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I’ve never been one for the “look-at-all-the-fabulous-food-I-get-to-eat” approach to food writing.  Many of my lunches are quick affairs--a melted cheese or salad eaten hastily at the kitchen counter.  I’m a working girl and the deadlines call me back to my office.

However, somehow my life took an interesting twist recently when Lou brought me into the circle of the lunch club.  It’s a quiet under-the-radar group that meets very occasionally.  Perhaps I’ll reveal more in time.  Or perhaps not. (I’m worried, in fact, that even this post may jeopardize my good standing.) It occurs during the off hours of a certain beautiful restaurant in town, hosted by a beautiful chef and attended by some wonderful cooks who bring gifts.  Okay, that’s all I’m saying. Except that recently, at one of these lunches, I had the good fortune to taste my very first sea urchin. 

Those who, like I, have lived their lives in sad ignorance of the sea urchin can see in the photo above that it is a spiny creature.  Beneath those porcupinelike bristles is a shellfish, and you have to crack through underneath and then use a spoon to scoop out just a tiny sweet dollop of meat, which in this case (should I tell you this?--oh, okay) is the sex organs. 

But really--just think of it as a cousin of the oyster.  It has the salty fresh liquor of the sea.  A great delicacy nowadays, though Lou tells me he ate them as a kid in Queens when his family had little money and his Italian mother was accustomed to using all aspects of fish that other people threw away.  I’ve been looking around for a Chinese recipe for sea urchin, or a Japanese recipe.  Something old.  No luck so far.

Anyway, it’s been more than a week since my first encounter with the first sea urchin.  I took its body home and have been letting it dry out on the porch.  I keep wondering why it made such a big impression on me.  My childhood had very little of the natural world, except our visits to the ocean at the New Jersey shore, where we were always happy in the salt and sand and bright light reflecting off the water, and I wonder if that’s why I love the taste of all things of the ocean?  In her “A Book of Middle Eastern Food” (1970), I think Claudia Roden captures this feeling of humans coming to the sea and its creatures with a sense of joy.  Just beautiful. 

“Hunting for ritza (sea urchins) is a favourite pastime in Alexandria. It is a pleasure to swim out to the rocks, dive into the sea and discover hosts of dark purple and black, spiky jewel-like balls clinging fast to the rocks, a triumph to wrench them away, and a delight to cut a piece off the top, squeeze a little lemon over the soft, salmon-coloured flesh, scoop it out with some bread, and savour the subtle iodized taste, lulled by the rhythm of the sea.”


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Nancy’s Solo Art Exhibit

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Say congrats, because I’m having a show of my artwork, including lots of the pieces that grace Jellypress. Here’s a photo of me standing in front of the original banner painting hanging in the exhibit. Pretty exciting. And this exhibit is especially delicious because you can see all my kitchen and food-themed pieces as well as eat some wonderful food.  It’s at one of my favorite restaurants in New Jersey, Orbis Bistro at 128 Watchung Avenue, Montclair. The exhibit will up for a month, January 20th through February 20th, and you can see it Tuesday through Sunday evenings (call for rez 973-746-7641) and enjoy some fabulous food too. It’s run by an accomplished and highly talented chef, Nancy Caballes - yep, two Nancys, double the fun. Laura introduced me to Nancy, and it was a real meeting of the minds.
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Here’s the warm dining room (it’s got fabulous floor to ceiling windows) at Orbis with some of my work hanging. Orbis Bistro opened in December 1998 in a storefront at the corner of Watchung Avenue and North Fullerton in Montclair.  Nancy confessed a love of cupcakes to me, and so of course I had to bake some for her. Check ‘em out - my tried and true Silver Palate Cookbook carrot cake recipe baked as cupcakes with Martha Stewart mascarpone frosting:
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When I gave them to Nancy she literally jumped up and down with joy shouting “Cupcakes! Cupcakes! Cupcakes!” My sentiments exactly. We saved some room for them after we lunched on some of Nancy C’s over-the-top delicious Panko bread crumb coated chicken cutlets and green salad.
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Orbis is worth the trip whether you’re near or far. So come on out, brave the cold, see some art, splurge on a painting or drawing to take home if you’re so inclined or simply enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of food like art — and art of food. 


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My Kitchen Door

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Here is a new painting I did of the door that leads into my kitchen from the back yard. Portal. Boundary. The painting has such a sense of place that I often feel it looks more like the kitchen door than the real door. It’s the entry we use most in our house. If you are family or friend, if you belong here, you’re coming in the back straight into the kitchen. That’s the place, after all, where we live.


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One Badass Cookie — Snowball Cookies

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Here I am with my snowblower which refuses to start at the moment, and my reward for all the shoveling I had to do as a consequence — this week’s One Badass Cookie, my Great Aunt Dotty’s Snowball Cookies. There are certain desserts that my ex, a chef, and I used to refer to as “secret weapons.” These were the ones that we baked off in big batches and then froze to pull out on those days when we couldn’t stand eating another healthful thing. The snowball cookies fit in that category which made a lot of sense if you think about it since real snowballs are weapons too. Speaking of which, my eleven-year-old son got me smack on the ear with a big icy one last night. Mom didn’t have much of a sense of humor about it. The snowball cookies are great though, but if you want to make them, baker beware. They are proven irresistible. Once you start, you cannot, I repeat, cannot stop eating them. A cookie that comes with a warning — now that’s One Badass Cookie. Read on for the One Badass Cookie Tip of the Week, the recipe, and more photos of these sugar-frosted walnut packed gems.
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Thing of the Day

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Laura wrote in her last Thing of the Day post about her kids’ toys strewn around her kitchen and often landing in the cooking pot. So here’s my whimsical little kitchen troll who inhabits my counters, and a poem to go with her (with sincere apologies to the fabulous W. S. Merwin.)
So . . . that was the way it was, and in the fragrant light
that came in at the window, she was standing
still, that way, seeing nothing but the light
just the empty kitchen, with the smell of the over-ripe banana . . .

see also: Thing of the Day




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We Love Feedback

How great it is when I get feedback on a story or recipe.  I always initially cringe with some apprehension.  Did I get it right?  Did it work?  (Self doubt never entirely goes away, does it?)

Well, I’ve been really happy because t he pandolce story I wrote in December got some wonderful responses.  Why this particular story?  Don’t know.  Perhaps because the idea of natural leaven has a certain magic to it--the wild yeast around us, the idea of a lump of living dough that gets passed down from one generation to the next--"mother yeast.” It’s just such an old technique.  Or maybe it was simply that love so many of us have for Italy. 

Ken Albala sent me this wonderful post from his blog about how he read my pandolce story in Saveur, and it inspired him him to make his own pandoro with a starter--and no recipe. The results look gorgeous, and he makes it so easy.  Check it out. (Ken is an award winning writer and food scholar who tells me he plans to build a backyard bread baking oven this summer--and plans to do it all by hand.) You can see his story and pandoro picture here. 
http://kenalbala.blogspot.com/2008/12/pandoro.html
Valerie Tassa from San Francisco initially wrote me asking where she could find fresh citron--not so easy in the U.S., but she triumphed, and found these, which she candied
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to make this gorgeous thing,
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and yes, she is a ravioli fan, too, and boy was I touched to find out she made Tessie and Adalgisa’s recipe from my book.  Gosh. 

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Thing of the Day

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My ex-boyfriend, who broke my heart, mailed me something inconsequential that I left in his apartment along with a chatty little card. I found his coffee in the freezer. Did I send it to him with a chatty little card? No, I served it to my new beau.
He said, “I thought you only drank decaf. Why do you have real coffee?”
“To serve to you,” I replied.

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One Badass Cookie — Raisin Cookies

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Photo credit: My son, Max, one badass photographer

One Badass Cookie is proud to present its first Reader’s Recipe of the New Year! Congratulations to my friend, Michele Kishita of Philadelphia, Pa. for sending in her mother’s Raisin Cookies. Michele told me that her mother baked these cookies during Michele’s childhood and that they were so delicious she craved them all her life. Though her mother left her the recipe, Michele rarely bakes and hadn’t had the cookies in years. When I mentioned this to my own mother, she gasped in surprise. “Do you know?” she told me, “Those are one of my favorite childhood cookies too and I lost the recipe. I’ve been looking for it for thirty years.” So Michele dug out her mother’s original recipe, pictured below, and I started baking. I was thrilled to send a big container of the finished cookies to both Michele and my mom. A taste that lasts a lifetime — now that’s One Badass Cookie! I also found this link to a sister cookie that sounds fabulous too for those who like a bit of spice and zest with their raisins. Read on for the updated version of Michele’s recipe, more photos and the Badass Cookie Tip of the Week. Does it work? You bet your badass it does!
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I like to use an old jelly jar to cut out round cookies.

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Thing of the Day

Toys in the Kitchen

Stuffed guys on the kitchen counter again,
furry ones, just below those
spoons dangling on the hook
and ready, for measuring
coffee.
Graphic novel --little boxes of outrageous behavior-- and
plastic wrestler dudes entangled.
Dried up garlic bits,
origami lotus flower,
transformer in vehicular form.
I am old to this game, thirteen years now,
and the little one nearly 8.
Tonight, a Lego warrior came
so close to the frying pan.
I knew it would come to this someday. 
When I was done, I just threw him and let
his pair of ragged claws scuttle across the crumbs.

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Not to be Forgotten

Champagne Cocktail from 1862

Champagne Cocktail.

(Pint bottle of wine for three goblets.)
(Per glass.)
Take 1 lump of sugar.
1 or 2 dashes Angostura bitters.
1 small lump of ice.

Fill the goblet with wine, stir up with a spoon, and serve with a thin piece of twisted lemon peel. A quart bottle of wine will make six cocktails.

--Jerry Thomas
Bar-Tender’s Guide or How to Mix Drinks, 1862



What Is it About Bubbles?

Nancy called me all excited about her bubbly recipes--bubbly as in the champagne granite and champagne truffles she found from her wild young days as a pastry chef in NYC. 

“Laura can you do a “Not to Be Forgotten Recipe” for champagne? And can you write a few lines and be a little deep, okay?

Sheesh.  I’m still recovering from ravioli. 

This recipe for champagne cocktail comes from the 1862 Bar-Tender’s Guide, book, which many experts say is the very first cocktail book ever published. It will come as no surprise to most of you that Americans first gave the world the invention (if you can call it such) of the cocktail.  You can’t imagine the French adding sugar and ice and bitters to their beloved sparkling wine from the Champagne region of France, now can you?  That said, this sure does seem very simple and fun, and I’m curious, just so long as the bubbles are still there.

Which brings me back to the champagne itself and its most important element:  those bubbles, which get created after the wine is already made and then bottled.  The trick is that a little yeast gets added to each bottle creating a second fermentation process. The yeast gets to work, eating up sugars and creating alcohol and gas--trapped inside the bottles.  After a short time, the yeast dies away, but the fizz remains. Voila.  Bubbles.

“What is it about bubbles?” I asked Nancy.  “Why do we like them so much?  And why on New Year’s Eve?”

“Because, bubbles are ephemeral,” she replied.  “They represent that we are only beautiful and young once.  Then it all pops . . . like a bubble.”

And then she sent me to this beautiful painting by Clara Peeters, a 17th century Flemish still life painter, who, using a convention of the era, painted an actual bubble into the air about her head in her self portrait.  Take a look. 

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The bubble is to the right of her face against the back wall. The gold and coins scattered on the table are symbols of material wealth--not to be compared with spiritual wealth. She holds a watch to remind us that time is passing.  And the flowers also suggest fleeting beauty.

“Check it out,” said Nancy.  “Her strong forearms a and ruddy hands give her away. She’s an artist, not a pretty doll. The expression is serious. This is an artist posing herself and allowing us to gaze at her as an object in order to make her point.  Very brave.”

So I say here’s wishing you some fun though ephemeral bubbles for New Years Eve, and more enduring happiness for 2009.  And here’s to Clara too, brave painter. 

Happy New Year.  Now go get the champagne.  Be ready.  The fun has already started. 

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New Year’s Suckling Pig

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Laura told me this morning as we were chatting on the phone that the Victorians loved to use pigs as a symbol of good luck and prosperity on their New Year’s cards and decorations (yes, this is really what we talk about which gives you an idea how jellypress was conceived . . .) Anyway, it makes sense, doesn’t it? If you had a pig, you had something to eat. These photos are just in from my brother, Bruce, an attorney and photographer, fresh from a recent trip to Madrid. These people are serious about their pigs.
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This photo is a scan Bruce did of the restaurant Botin’s post card. Seems they made the Guinness Book of World Records for being the world’s oldest restaurant. Got a suckling pig anecdote? We’d love to hear from you. Happy New Year.

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Bubbly Recipes

Champagne Granite (Sweet Champagne Ice)

Makes 8 cups (serves 12 - 15)
1 cup plus 2 T. water
1 cup plus 2 T. granulated white sugar
1 bottle Champagne
3 oranges, juiced
1 lemon, juiced
1. Make simple syrup: Place water and sugar in a small saucepan and bring to a boil. Boil until the sugar is dissolved. Set syrup aside to cool.
2. Combine champagne, orange and lemon juices. Add cooled simple syrup. Stir well to combine. Pour mixture into an 8 x 16 inch, shallow, nonreactive pan and place in freezer for several hours or overnight. For best results, periodically stir the partly frozen granite during the freezing process. Stir gently to keep from breaking up the thin sheets of ice. To serve, scrape granite with a fork and layer in a champagne glass with fruit such as fresh raspberries or poached pears.



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We love Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin’s Soap Bubble painting and our easy bubbly New Year’s recipes. Let us know if you try them.
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Champagne truffles, rolled in cocoa and ready for their close-up.

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The Best Christmas Ravioli

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Well, it’s ravioli time, isn’t it.  Christmas is next week.  And we working women of the modern era, well, we like to have ours done about now and stocked away in the freezer.
I made mine this past Sunday with my sister Andrea, who came over eager to help. 

So now while I’m in the ravioli spirit is a good time to tell you all that The Lost Ravioli Recipes of Hoboken: A Search for Food and Family has recently come out in paperback. 

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I really like this cover and—and hope the book will continue to reach people, as that’s what every author wishes for.  In this new edition, there is a reader’s guide at the end of the book, and I will be making myself available in 2009 for book group invitations, mainly by phone but also the occasional in person visit.  You can find out more, including my contact info, at www.lostravioli.com.

Back to ravioli….

This year, there was not a lot of torture over raw or cooked meat, as you can see in these photos of braising beef, veal, and pork. 

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There were all sorts of aromatics involved and the house smelled beautiful for two days. 

I did NOT get all worried about the cream cheese, either.  I added a package of it.  Since my book came out a year ago, I can’t tell you how many Genoese descendants have told me they use cream cheese. In light of everything and I publicly apologize for my former snobbery

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One Badass Cookie - Wrapping Up Baked Goods as Gifts

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Too bad an empty box does not have the same allure as it did when we were two years old. I guess I’ll have to fill them with cookies before I mail them out! Read on for One Badass Cookie’s inexpensive yet beautiful way to package baked goods for gifts (and with some recycling too!) These boxes cost about 89 cents each, or, you can do what I did, which was ask my local CVS manager if I could just have the one on the right after they had unpacked and left it in a pile on the floor of the store. Lucky find! And free . . . That’s one badass way to snag a deal.

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A Christmas Bread Called Pandolce

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I have an article in this month’s SAVEUR magazine.  It’s all about pandolce, the holiday feast bread from Liguria--and the bread my great grandmother made long ago.  I hope you all go out and get it because Saveur is a wonderful magazine. And the photos--such as the one above by Penny De Los Santos--are beautiful. In the meantime, since they don’t have the article available online, I’ll tell you a little about it.  It’s the story of how last year at Christmas time, I went to a little town called Savignone north of Genoa to learn how to make a very very special pandolce with a 6th generation baker named Adriano and his wife Harriet.  This is Savignone.
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Adriano and his father built a little cabin with wood burning oven inside it, and this is where Adriano gave the lesson.  Here we are in their little 12 x 12 cabin.  This is Harriet and Adriano.  And these are all the ingredients they had ready on the table when we arrived:  flour, sugar, butter, raisins, candied orange peel, and pignoli.

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