Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Strawberry Clafouti

Leo: "Did you pack some of that strawberry stuff away for work tomorrow or did you really eat half of it?"
Me: "Mmmmm, yes?"

As it turns out I did eat half of the clafouti (I really like this word). But it was between the hours of 6 and 11 p.m.. A sliver here, a slice there. No. Big. Deal. You can munch on a slice in your hand while you're reading. Or watching Colbert. Or even in bed. It's a very portable food. But also so delicious and light and fluffy and creamy. And can I tell you how crazy easy this is to make, and that you probably have everything you need already. If you don't have strawberries, try pears or apricots or apples or blackberries or cherries. You get the idea. It's versatile. So let's go!

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Classic Hummus

I know you won't believe me when I tell you this, but this was the first time in my life I've made hummus, without my mom's help. I should have my Lebanese heritage membership card revoked! Don't tell the consulate, or ambassador, or whoever's in charge. And also don't believe what anyone tells you, hummus is Lebanese! It's not Israeli, no sir. But nice try.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pesto and the Perfect Baked Potato

One of my favorite things about where I work is that everyone loves food. We love to eat food, talk about food, share food. Foodie food food. That word looks really weird after I type it so many times. Anyhoo, a woman I work with has a basil tree in her backyard and was generous enough to give me like a pound of it. After eating tomato basil mozzarella sandwiches for three days in a row I decided to use the rest of it to make a pesto sauce. I'd never made pesto before. And it's so incredibly easy to do. I intended to eat some with baked potatoes, and save the rest for a pasta. However the husband and I sat in front of the television, eating potatoes and pesto, one after the other, until it was all gone. As usual I really didn't use measurements, and neither should you. I think it's impossible to mess up.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Rhubarb Slush

I think the best part about belonging to a co-op is the element of surprise. The other best part is figuring out what to make with all of the food, especially things I'd never used before. Like rhubarb. If I was a farm maiden with all the time in the world (it's true that farm maidens do just idle around looking pretty, right?) then I'd make a lovely rhubarb pie. However a farm maiden I am not. So I needed something quick to make. And Leo was like, "Duh, add vodka to it." And so we did. Actually he made these, I just photographed. 

When Leo was 17 years old, he came to the U.S. as an exchange student and was placed in a small town in South Dakota named Selby (population 700). So small in fact that just because he played soccer in Brazil growing up, he was assumed to be talented on the football field as well, and was thus made field goal kicker. Leo. A football player. Yes, this happened. Anyway, there is a point to all this, I swear. Ah yes, the rhubarb slush! Well during our last visit to see his host family, we were fed copious amounts of house-smoke meats (the best I've ever had), and these deliciously refreshing rhubarb slushes. They are the perfect accompaniment to a family picnic or poolside barbecue. Just keep them virgin for the tots.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Cauliflower Steak with Quinoa

Dear Quinoa,

I'm Nicole. Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. I can't believe it's taken me this long to try you out. I passed you in the bulk section of the supermarket, but was alas distracted by the candy two steps away. I also thought you were for hippies and thought I wouldn't like hippie food. But it turns out I love hippie food! And for one meal I can say "I'm vegan" which sounds really cool and pretentious and stuff. I look forward to our future culinary adventures together.

Yours always,

Friday, June 3, 2011

Whole Wheat Banana Pancakes with Caramel Banana Syrup

How was your week, friends? And what are your plans for the weekend? I plan to watch a lot of tennis
and stay out of the sun. Perhaps do some reading and some cooking. This pancake post has been in the can all week, as I made them last Sunday for my sweet Leo. He loves bananas and all things banana. As do I.