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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

I've been busy.... vacuuming, dusting, sorting, getting my hair cut, going to the Post Office. I also tried Blurb for my book, but the finished product, 208 pages of text in pocketbook format, would cost almost $30 to buy. A small paperback for $30? I don't think so.

Last week I saw The Exotic Marigold Hotel. Loved it. Recommend it.
The next movie I want to see is Prometheus. I can't wait for the next Star Trek (you know I'm a Trekker, don't you? Not a Trekkie, but a Trekker).
The French "Intouchable" has been translated into English as Intouchable. I have no idea why, because the correct translation is Untouchable. That's on my list, too.

Now I have some cooking to do.

Photo: Source unknown.

Have a sweet evening.



Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

Monday, May 21, 2012

How to get your daily vegetable servings. The easy way. I came up with this recipe because I wanted something easy to make that would also be delicious. This makes 4-5 servings.

Take a large saucepan, add a little olive oil and sauté a chopped onion and some cloves of garlic. As soon as they turn transparent and fragrant, add mixed vegetables (I use frozen baby Brussels sprouts, baby okra, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, spinach...),. Cover with water, add dried or fresh herbs, touch of ground cumin and any other spice you like, salt and pepper. Bring to the boil, then lower to simmer. Simmer, covered, for 45 minutes. give it a loving stir once in a while.
       To serve, ladle into a bowl, lace with extra-virgin olive oil and lemon juice.
       To turn it into a meal, first place a slice of plain wholewheat bread (rubbed with a garlic clove) in the bottom of the bowl then ladle the soup over it. Add a dollop of Greek yogurt or a piece of soft cheese like Brie or Camembert.

Bon appétit!

Vegetable stew/soup

Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Bon Appétit!

Lunch.

I love greens, preferably raw. These rapini are slightly bitter; the strawberries add a touch of sweetness to counteract it, and black sun-dried olives finish it off very nicely. I pit my olives with one of my oldest and best-loved kitchen tools: an olive pitter (great for cherries too when making clafoutis). Dressed with olive oil, lemon juice, and salt and pepper. I don't make a dressing the conventional way: I just drizzle  it all with extra-virgin olive oil, then some lemon juice, scatter some salt and grind some black pepper over, then I toss very thoroughly. I let it sit so that the greens and the fruit absorb the dressing. Tenderizing, if you will.
Eat, and mop up the juices with small chunks of a baguette.


Bon appétit!

Monday, August 10, 2009

In the sticky, humid aftermath of last night's spectacular thunderstorm, or as the CBC News put it: "a thunderstorm of operatic proportions," with more to come, it seems, I went out and did my chores, all of them.

Tomorrow I'm going to see Julie and Julia. This is one movie I would have wanted to see with my friend Julie, and old friend and foodie buddy with whom I worked on several food magazines a lifetime ago. But Julie lives in Santa Barbara -- wait, I was cleaning out some boxes filled with old correspondence and I came across a letter from mystery writer Sue Grafton (a fantastic person I met in New Orleans...but that's another story), and I see her return address is...Santa Barbara!

Back to the topic. I am making it official here so that I don't get sidetracked and decide not to go to the movie. I need to do something nice for myself!

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Day of leisure

La passion No. 840938: Pasta! (new listing on eBay)


I'm savouring a day free of all obligations, and since it's wet outside -- my day began with a thunderstorm, and now the mists hang low over the landscape -- I'm enjoying being home. The kitchen is being organized today and groceries will have to be bought very soon. I've been winging it all week, using up the contents of fridge and larder to put together quick meals. Quick, not thoughtless: matching up good ingredients for both taste and nutrition. Here's one of my favorites:

Cook some pasta al dente (I use pappardelle a lot -- like very wide fettucine -- which come in nests). While that's happening, heat a little olive oil in a pan, throw in some diced tomatoes and cook until it thickens. Season with salt and pepper and some crushed herbs. Add to the drained pasta, stir and....add that last bit of camembert or brie that's lingering in the fridge. It will disappear in the heat of the dish and turn your tomatoes into a velvety sauce.

Bon appétit!

Yes, I intend to see Julia and Julie (or is it the other way around?)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Travels with my garlic crusher

(c) Colette Copeland, from my travel-writing archives.


There's a man in Helsinki, Finland, who calls himself a friend of garlic. One day he had the bright idea to open a restaurant for the friends of garlic of the world (fiends of garlic might be a better description), and hasn't looked back. Every dish on the menu, a mixture of Finnish, French and Russian cuisine, has garlic in it; this is not as unusual as it may seem because the dishes are classical, like bouillabaisse, which take garlic anyway. What is unusual is that this restaurant, called Kynsilaukka/Garlic (the second word added for the benefit of the rest of us) has somehow got the reputation--all the way to New York--of adding garlic even to the desserts.
So when I found myself heading for Finland, I wanted to check out this curiosity but had no idea of the restaurant's name or location. In a karmic twist of events, a colleague from New York who had called on some other matter the day before my flight, gave me the name and address of a restaurant she highly recommended. It turned out to be the garlic restaurant.
The first thing I did when we arrived was to pull out a map and locate the place. The garlic karma was still working; it was as if the owner, Jan-Erik Berg, were waiting for me. I told him of the accidental way in which I'd found him.
"We've never advertised," he explained. "We don't need to."
"So you depend on word of mouth?" I offered.
"In a manner of speaking," he said, without missing a beat. "When you leave here smelling of garlic, you're advertising us."
Touché.
I decided he was probably a garlic health-nut and voiced my assumption that Kynsilaukka was born out of garlic mania. Jan-Erik Berg put me in my place with disarming honesty. "No. It was a great marketing idea," he said, adding that his experience until then had been in marketing and real estate.
Double-touché.
He opened the little jars that sit on every table and showed me their contents, made in their kitchens: a garlic/parsley relish and marinated whole cloves, for the fiends who want to add even more garlic to their food. Then he fetched his piece de resistance. "Garlic jam," he announced, placing a large ceramic jar in front of me. It looked like jam alright, but it smelled of lovely, spicy garlic. "We don't market it, and don't intend to, but I do ship it to two families in Sweden regularly," Jan-Erik Berg said. "They have to have it, apparently."
This "garlic jam" is what's given rise to the garlic dessert myth. The desserts are normal, not a whiff of garlic about them, but the odd maniac adds a dollop of "garlic jam" to his ice cream, and bingo, a rumor is born.
On the properties of garlic, Berg gets serious for a moment. He respects it, he admits; he has asthma and ever since he started eating garlic regularly, he feels his condition has improved.
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Along with leeks, onions and chives, garlic belongs to the allium genus of the liliaceae (lily) plant group, and for thousands of years it has been used as a folk remedy. In the 19th and early 20th centuries, doctors were prescribing it as a drug and an antiseptic. It is still thought of as nature's antibiotic; in fact, garlic contains a compound called allicin which, along with various sulphides, is released when it is crushed or cut. Nowadays its therapeutic qualities have begun to be accepted in the prevention and treatment of cardiovascular disease. Garlic apparently thins the blood, helping to prevent clots and blockages in the blood vessels; it lowers cholesterol, helps to reduce blood pressure, and like Aspirin and olive oil, seems to have anticoagulant properties.
The Anglo-Saxon world, and the Irish, have tended to share the English aversion to garlic, but this is changing. A lot of the aversion probably comes from the fear of smelling, something that's easily corrected.
I come from a dynasty of garlic-eaters who rarely smelled of it. When cooked it doesn't smell anyway and it's still good for you, but we often eat it raw, crushed into a salad dressing of olive oil and lemon juice, or mixed into plain yogurt as a sauce for anything from rice to roasted vegetables. If your digestion is healthy, brushing your teeth is enough; if your toothbrush is out of reach, chew on some fresh parsley. If your digestion is not so healthy, try chewing an aluminium-free antacid.
The easiest excuse for eating garlic is aioli, the mayonnaise that originated in Provence, which uses large, juicy garlic cloves. (Once you taste your own mayo, you'll never look at the bottled stuff the same way again.) This aioli is lighter in texture than the traditional, and as delicious a sauce for cold chicken, fish, hardboiled eggs and vegetables as it is for bouillabaisse.

AIOLI
3-4 large cloves garlic, peeled
2 fresh egg yolks at room temperature
45 mL (3 Tbsp) milk
15 mL (1 Tbsp) lemon juice
2 mL (1/2 tsp) salt
1 mL (1/4 tsp) black pepper
75 mL (1/3 cup), plus 175 mL (3/4 cup) virgin olive oil
25 mL (2 Tbsp) fresh lemon juice
25 mL (2 Tbsp) heavy cream

Place the garlic, yolks, milk, vinegar, salt and pepper in a food processor (or blender) fitted with a metal blade and blend until thick. Now add 1/3 cup of the oil, drop by drop, while the machine is running. Continue with the rest of the olive oil adding it in a thin stream, then quickly add the lemon juice and cream, and blend. Turn the aioli into a bowl or jar, cover well and refrigerate. Use within a few days.

Monday, October 22, 2007


It's been said of me: "If it's green, she'll eat it." So it was no surprise that, on a stroll in the Spadina Avenue area of Chinatown, I stopped in front of makeshift table on the sidewalk scattered with bunches of fresh, delicious-looking herbs and greens I'd never seen before.
My reporter's eye told me these herbs and greens came from the seller's garden. The seller was a hundred years old, or so she looked, but with a youthfulness that made me think: I want to be like her when I'm that old! She had straight white hair cut in a pageboy, a thin but tough body, a wide smile, energy to spare and only one tooth in her gums. Her eyes were dancing. I liked her.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing to the first of the mysterious bunches.

Big smile, the elder jumped up, eyes twinkling and speaking words I didn't understand. A younger woman hovering close by tried to translate, but I couldn't understand her, either. [Meanwhile, I'm registering her energy; I think she had more than the two of us young'uns put together!] Elder pulled a leaf off the bunch, crushed it, and stuck it under my nose. I didn't recognize the aroma.

"Salad?" I tried again.

"No salad, no salad," the elder said emphatically, shaking her head and making a chopping motion with her hands, followed by an eating motion.

"Cook?" I said.

"Hah." She made the chopping motion again.

The younger woman said something in anglo-mandarin. "Cook first?" I asked her. She laughed, then lowered her voice and her eyes, and said modestly: "Very good for body."

I pointed to the next bunch, and we went through the same thing. I really, really wanted to know because I tend to eat greens raw and I had awful visions of poisoning myself.

I pointed to a bag filled with luscious squash blossoms and leaves. I knew what to do with those. "I'll take the herbs, and the flowers," I said pointing to everything and picking up the bag of squash blossoms. The elder snatched the bag out of my hand, pulled out a blossom and dug out the little orange thingy inside, then with a flourish, threw it away. "Hah?" she asked. "I understand, I nodded. Then she took a stem with leaves and started peeling the stem. Yes, I nodded, I know.

How much? Five dollars for the lot. Take that, Harvest Wagon! They would have charged $10 just for the squash blossoms.

For dinner, I decided to cook the lot. I heated some olive oil and garlic in a shallow saucepan, and sauteed the herbs and the gutted and peeled blossoms and leaves into a kind of chiffonade. Then I seasoned and squeezed some lemon juice over it. It looked like a bit of a mess. I poured myself a glass of wine; I thought I might need it. Then the first mouthful, and ......... heaven on a fork! Mamma mia! Tonnerre de Brest! It was the most delicious vegetable dish I've ever tasted.

That was two days ago and I'm still alive. I guess I did it right.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Direct from Ireland


Whenever I go to Ireland, I buy a mug or two from my favorite pottery lines. This one is by Nicholas Mosse, a half-mug size which I prefer.
My sister-in-law Lorna got me a loaf of brown bread fresh from the bakery -- we had to let it cool before packaging -- to take home, and I got two more loaves at the airport which I threw into the freezer and am enjoying slice by slice.
This is what I would eat in the middle of the night in Ireland, when my stomach, which was still in Toronto, needed food... There is nothing on earth like Irish bread.