Roasted Mashed Potatoes, and another Roasted Chicken

Roasted Mashed Potatoes

I had been thinking all weekend about why mashed potatoes are always made with boiled potatoes. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anyone cooking the potatoes in another way, so of course, I had to give it a go. How would they turn out if the potatoes were roasted, instead of boiled? What about roasted with a chicken, so the mashed potatoes would have all the chicken juices mixed in? Well, now I can definitively tell you, they are awesome.

I, once again, tried to find a new way to roast the chicken: I decided this time to rub it with a gremolata, a mix of parsley, lemon zest, and garlic. I suppose the only thing that makes this different from past chickens is the addition of parsley, but it turned out well. I have been having some problems lately getting the chicken cooked all the way through. I suspect I need to buy an actual roasting pan. The pan I’ve been using is much too small, and with potatoes thrown in the bottom, the chicken is mostly raised above the sides of the pan. I’ve heard that the higher sides of a roating pan help poultry cook all the way through by refracting heat or something like that, so my too-small pan might be the problem.

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Spaghetti Squash with Swiss and Pancetta Bechamel

Spaghetti Squash with Swiss and Pancetta Bechamel

Spaghetti squash was a staple in my house growing up. My mom baked it in its shell with meaty marinara and a thick, melted layer of mozzarella, all nice and browned on top. I’ve made it a few times, myself, and it’s always a failproof favorite in the household. And I’ve always done it the same way: marinara and mozzarella. This time, I decided to try something different: I baked it with a swiss cheese and pancetta bechamel.

No matter how many times I make spaghetti squash, I can never remember exactly how to cook it. Steamed first, then shredded and filled with stuff? Shredded and filled, then baked? A few calls to the mom, and interweb searches, and I have my duh moment: The squash should be cooked, and then the sqaushy inside is shredded with a fork into its familiar spaghetti-like form. Then it can be topped with yummy things and broiled. This time around I didn’t quite get it right, but the recipe below will detail the way it should have been done, not the way it was done.

I’ve always served spaghetti squash as a main dish, because it’s so filling on its own. You could probably serve it as a side, at a big dinner party or something, with chicken or a roast or fish or…whatever else people serve at big dinner parties. Either way, it is my favorite of all the squashes. Any vegetable that can masquerade as pasta gets five gold stars from me.

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Risotto, Conquered: Roasted Asparagus and Ham Risotto with Truffle Oil

Asparagus, Ham, Peas, Risotto

This past weekend, I decided to tackle risotto once again. My previous attempts had been abject failures, but I’m the kind of lady who is determined to figure things out, at least in the kitchen. Thankfully, this time I cooked with Mr. X, who’s masterful knowledges lead the way to risotto victory. This time, it was perfect: creamy and flavorful, and actually cooked all the way through, which is something you generally want with grains, I think.

What was my problem? A lack of recognition that restaurant low-level heat is a lot different from home kitchen low-level heat.

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Some sprouts, some potatoes, and a Cauliflower Gratin redux

Sprouts and pots and caulis

Eunice had been wanting to cook up a ham for quite some time, and we finally managed to set a dinner date this past weekend. Eunice brought over the ham, and Mr. X cooked up some greens, and, in response to Eunice’s requests, I made, once again, a Cauliflower Gratin. Of course, I couldn’t make the same Gratin twice, because that would be boring. There were many variations I considered, and there is a good chance you will see them here at some point (where did this newfound love of cauliflower come from anyway?). But this time around I put together a Cauliflower Gorgonzola Gratin.

I’m really not sure what possessed me. I don’t even like Gorgonzola. Perhaps I am trying, through some kind of desensitization therapy, to appreciate moldy cheese. I just thought I might as well give it a shot, and both Eunice and Mr. X love the Gorgonzola. And shouldn’t I really be thinking of who I’m cooking for sometimes?

Despite an initial mishap resulting in the smell of moldy cheese before the moldy cheese was even out of the fridge, it really wasn’t that bad. I might be able to tolerate Gorgonzola after all. Mr X. made some excellent Brussel Sprouts and Potatoes, which I think I should be able to detail for you here. If I get it wrong, perhaps he’ll be willing to step in and make corrections. And the ham? The ham was awesome.

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Christmas Dinner with Eunice: Cornish Game Hens, Cream-braised Brussel Sprouts, and Garlic Mashed Potatoes

Cream-braised brussels are goooood

Ah, the orphan Christmas dinner: what happens when you live 3000+ miles away from your family. This year, Eunice are decided to have Christmas dinner together since we were both going to be stranded in Boston while everyone else went away, and I spent weeks and weeks pondering how to cook a fancy Christmas dinner for two. When Will suggested cornish game hens, it made perfect sense. Then I saw this recipe from Orangette for brussel sprouts, and found out Eunice loves mashed potatoes as much as I do, and the meal was rounded out.

Cream-braised brussel sprouts seems a little over the top, I know. I mean, wasn’t bacon bad enough? But they just sounded so incredible I had to try them. Besides, after Christmas I’m going to have to halve my intake of butter and cream, or risk doubling my arse size, so why not go out with a bang?

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Potato Cauliflower Gratin with Roasted Red Pepper Stuffed Chicken Breasts

Some Chicken and Some Cheese

I have been plotting a gratin for weeks now, and finally found the time to put it together. Not that it was particularly time consuming, but it’s been a busy month. Actually, it was much easier than I would have thought and deliciously heart-attack inducing. I basically cobbled together a Cauliflower Gratin recipe from Ina Garten, and a few different Potato Gratin recipes from Epicurious, to put together this Gruyere-filled melty treat. It’s almost entirely Ina Garten’s recipe, but with added fat. Because I’m crazy like that.

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Stuffed Chicken Breasts with Brussel Sprouts and Fingerling Potatoes

Stuffed Chicken and stuff

Mr. X is awfully good at making me delicious foodstuffs. Of course, because I am forgetful, I didn’t have my laptop all weekend and am only getting around to writing about it now. Saturday night, before the Christmas Explosion party, and after I had finished my ghetto Christmas present embroidery, he made a tasty and remarkably uncomplicated dinner with three different kinds of meat. Yay meat! I took notes and pictures.

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La Malinchista’s Frijoles de la Olla

It’s my birthday, and I’m making a big pot of beans. I learned to make beans not from my grandma, or an auntie, or even anyone I know in person. I learned to make beans from a lady on the internet. La Malinchista posted a funny recipe on her web journal (the forerunner to blogs, really), and I still have a copy I printed in college. Thank goodness, because La Malinchista seems to have disappeared from the internets. I have tried and tried to find some sign of La Malinchista’s continued presence on the interwebs, but thus far have had no luck. The following is her original piece on the frijoles, printed straight from her old site.

What you need

* a big olla, meaning a dutch oven or other big 5 quart/5 liter pan (frijoles de la olla, get it?). never make less than this. I don’t know why; it’s just not right. always make a lot.
* a big bag of pinto beans (not black beans, not kidney beans, not lima beans) at the market. Not those wimpy little 1 lb. bags…find at least a 2 or 5 lb. bag. beans are a commitment, remember.
* a medium sized onion
* salt and pepper
* garlic cloves as indicated below: 5 cloves = you’re married or living together, 4 cloves = committed relationship and you’ll both be eating the beans -OR- dating a mexican or italian person, 3 cloves = single person, no date in the foreseeable future, 2 cloves = single person, no date tonight, 1 clove = haven’t been laid in months but there’s always hope (use your judgement here, of course, and ignore my smartass comments. i always use 4-5 cloves regardless…)

Okay, let’s get cooking…

pick the day. beans can take anywhere from 3 – 4 hours to cook, depending on the amount cooked, and the particulars of your stove. and you know, third grade fire science, means pick a day when you can stay home and keep an eye on the stove. the best way, i think, is to cook a medium amount over a very low flame for a long time, usually 3 – 3 1/2 hours. you can speed it up by cooking over a medium flame for 2 hours, but i don’t recommend it. part of the fun is torturing yourself with anticipation with the smell of cooking beans all afternoon.

wash the beans. dump a bunch into your olla, about an inch or inch-and-a-half deep on the bottom of the pan. in my five-quart olla, i used ~4 cups of beans (about a pound). now run water into the pan and jiggle the beans around to rinse them good. watch for an occasional rock or tweaked bean. drain and refill with fresh water, almost to the top of the pan.

peel and add the garlic gloves. peel the outermost skin off the onion, cut into quarters, and drop into the pan. now add salt and pepper. and that’s about it! some folks add all sorts of things at this point from bacon to cilantro to peppers, but i’m a big purist, and i think just the simple fresh beans are best by themselves. you can always dress up leftovers later if you’re so inclined.

heat over a high flame til the pot is boiling, then turn it way down to a simmer and cover. let it simmer for a couple of hours. check on it occasionally, just to make sure the beans are still covered in water and that your kitchen hasn’t burned down. you can salt and pepper them again, but do not let them run out of water!

your house/apartment/whatever will soon start to smell really good. the onions and garlic will literally dissolve into the bean juice. the beans will soften, and eventually start to break apart. that’s how you know they’re done.

simple, huh? you can serve up a big bowl as an entree, actually, with a hunk of fresh bread, or corn tortillas and fresh queso (cheese). the bread is good for sopping up bean juice, which must be full of all those vitamins and stuff. or you can serve it as a side dish with arroz con pollo or some other good food. i’ve been making them as an entree lately mostly for convenience sake. but my grandma would have a fit if she knew, ‘cuz no meal’s a meal without a slab of meat.

enjoy!

Week of Pork, Part One

I am not a big pork eater. In fact, for many years I have stayed away from chops because I think they taste like farts. Maybe it was bad preparation in my past, which is what Miss Crystal insists must be case. Maybe it’s some kind of vicarious Jewishness (although a pretty shabby one, if that, because I luuurve bacon). For whatever reason, the pork cookin’ was something I have stayed away from. Until now. Now there is pork cookin’ with a vengeance.

 I have no idea what compelled me to buy a 2 1/2 pound pork tenderloin at the Roche the other day, but I saw it, and I wanted it, and I bought it. Then I came home and tried to figure out how I was going to cook it for our Christmas Tree Decorating dinner that night. I wanted something simple, so I couldn’t eff it up too much, and I found this. Perfect.

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