Author: Stephanie March

  • Top Truffle

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    First of all, does it seem that Rocco has had some work done? Or was that just a really creepy makeup job?

    This last week, the Top Chef kids had to compete in a food test for the quick-fire challenge. What was with the gimme ingredients? Oatmeal? Bow-tie pasta? Come on, Casey should have had to name it correctly as farfalle at least. But wasn’t it soooo awesome when Hung’s ego was his downfall, passing on a taste test that would have given him the correct ID? Do you think he watched that episode at home and cringed? It should be noted that Brian was in the top two.

    On to the elmination challenge … which was all about figuring out how to freeze a pasta dish. Yada yada yada to individually freeze or not yada yada yada.

    The best part of the show was the Truffle Smackdown between Rocco and Colicchio. Tommy thought the flavors of Tre/CJ’s dish were a little beyond the Mediterranean scope of the assignment. Rocco smirkingly disagreed, he’s had truffles from all over the Med and no way is he going to pass up a chance to giggle at Mr. Smugly Accomplished over there.

    The saddest part is that, even though I heart Colicchio, he was wrong. Seriously, Umbria is well-known for their truffles, which makes the ingredient fair game. What’s worse, he tried AGAIN to prove his wrong point by asking the chefs if they thought it was a good choice to add truffles to a Mediterranean dish. Rocco had to be tapping his toes with evil glee under the table.

    I must say, as much as I am a Brian fan, I have to root for CJ as well. He is hi-larious and I would love to hear his commentary for a few more weeks. And Joey … I guess the bigger they are, the harder they sob.

  • Discontent

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    how i feel, courtesy of Voodoo Donut.

    I feel like I’ve been offered a jelly donut, only to find a puff of stale air in place of promised jelliness.

    There in the pages of the glossy Lake Minnetonks Magazine, ran a snippet that proclaimed the existence of a new Good Day Cafe, right in Wayzata! As I was out and about this morning, I thought a right-nicely turned caramel roll would do the trick on an icky Monday. But no, there is no additional outpost and no plans for one either, it turned out to be a rumor printed as fact. Sad in the short-term, but glad in the long run, I think it would have been too early to expand as the original might have suffered.

    And then it got worse … Coastal Seafoods in Wayzata has closed their doors. I am more than bummed about it. A call into the other stores found them open, and the official word is that they could never do the amount of business that they thought they would in Wayzata. I could always count on them for great stuff like Monkfish and Opah which you can’t always find in the Lund’s/Byerly’s bin. I was on the lookout for some Barramundi for a lift to my Monday but now I am lost.

    Maybe I’ll drown my sorrows in sushi.

  • Summer on a Stick

    There are no gifts to buy, no feasts to plan, no national reason for gathering your relatives. Thankfully, the sultry days of August hold only one sort of holiday: the kind fashioned with an afternoon, a hammock, and a popsicle. Cool and sweet simplicity, delivering reward for very little effort, this frozen treat pays homage to an all-too-fleeting season—one free (for most) from schooling.

    It seems only fitting, then, that the popsicle was invented by an eleven year old. In 1905, Frank Epperson was careless enough to leave his drink and stir-stick out on the porch overnight. That evening, his hometown of San Francisco saw record low temperatures and young Frank awoke to find his drink frozen to the stick. Proud of his new discovery, he branded the treat an “Epsicle” (note the play on “icicle”) and was quick to share the delight with his friends. No doubt, among them he was King of Summer.

    By the time he applied for the patent eighteen years later, the name Epsicle had faded due to frequent demands from Epperson’s own children for one of “Pop’s ’sicles.” The original patent seeks ownership for “a frozen confection attractive in appearance which can be conveniently consumed without contamination by contact with the hand … which process can be expeditiously carried out at small expense with simple apparatus, without the need for expert care, and in thoroughly sanitary manner.” By 1925, Epperson sold the rights to the Popsicle brand and by 1928 had earned royalties on over sixty million sold. Today, an estimated two billion Popsicles™ are sold each year.

    The name Popsicle may be trademarked and owned, but the spirit of the treat can’t be. “Popsicle” has worked its way into the American vernacular, and now means anything from orange juice and toothpicks in an ice-cube tray to the frothy creation of a four-star chef. Indeed, foodies have adopted the nostalgic delight, creating new recipes for stunning concoctions like refreshingly light lemon-basil pops, earthy dark-chocolate-covered huckleberry pops, or adult-oriented Moscato-lavender pops.

    Really, what this amounts to is playing with your food. But perhaps that’s the best use of a long summer day, especially if the result is something cool and beautiful that forces you to stop and savor the moment. Channeling your inner Epperson and creating your own popsicles is as simple as this: Find flavors you like, mix them together, and freeze them with some sort of handle. Innovators will find a blender quite helpful and should open their minds to different stick options (think cinnamon sticks; think lemongrass). Adults must remember that alcohol takes longer to freeze, so patience is key when waiting for a beersicle or vodka-watermelon pop to mature. Luckily, during August’s dog days it can seem like there’s all the time in the world.

    Minty Cucumber Popsicles
    1 cup sugar
    1 cup water
    1 pound seedless cucumber
    3/4 cup freshly chopped mint
    2 Tbsp. freshly grated ginger
    1 lime, juiced
    Pinch salt
    Sake, for dipping (optional)

    Boil sugar and water in small saucepan until dissolved, creating simple syrup.
    Set aside to cool.
    Peel cucumbers and chop into chunks. Purée in a blender, adding mint and ginger. Blend until smooth. Add simple syrup and mix until combined, then stir in lime juice and pinch of salt.
    Pour mix into popsicle mold. Paper cups can also be used, but take care to cover them with plastic wrap before poking through handles or sticks—this will
    provide stability, ensuring that handles remain upright. Freeze for several hours until hard-set. If you like, dip into a glass of chilled sake.

    Read Stephanie March’s blog, Consider the Egg.

  • Zesty

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    When it’s as hot as it’s been, those of us with pools must be resigned to the impromptu gathering. And so it goes that last Wednesday we had a few families over for some swimming and noshing with a little late-birthday celebration thrown into the mix.

    But I’ve been hungry, despite the heat (shock) and I wasn’t looking for the hot dog/quick pasta option. But I had no desire to whip up the grand feast, just as no one else had the hunger for formality and over-indulgence during the mid-week.

    So I ripped through the monthly rags to find something honest and easy. I came up with two winners: grilled pork chops with a sharp garlic-lime vinaigrette and a quinoa dish with black beans. Winners both, the quinoa earned top honors from the eaters. It was the lime juice that kept it zesty and fresh and gave our whole meal a nice summery lilt.

    I was planning on an easy chocolate mousse with strawberries for dessert, but alas, the power went out in the middle of dinner and no way was I whipping cream by hand in the suddenly air-conditionless house. Take it outside, strawberries and dark chocolate poolside don’t suck.

    Today I’m heading to the Arboretum’s Summer House to see what kind of fresh goodies they have. Even though we have no plans for entertaining this weekend, it doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

  • Cookshop Throwdown

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    I finally made it to the Sur La Table that opened on 50th and France in Edina, mere steps down from Cooks of Crocus Hill. Of course I did a little comparative secret shopping.

    I’ve enjoyed Sur La Table in many places before, the Seattle Pike’s Place market location being my favorite. The store has always held a cozy accessability to me as a cook, with kitchen tables piled high with rubber spatulas and whisks a-go-go (I’ve always felt the same about Chef’s Gallery). There were high-buck pots and pans, as well as fun and less expensive gadgetry which seem to suck me in, and everything was merchandized smartly. Though I meandered for over half an hour, I wasn’t chatted-up until I got to the register, and there were plenty of employees around. Maybe they’re upgrading as a company, but this outpost seemed a little more Williams-Sonoma and little less kitchen table.

    Heading down to Cooks, the first thing I noticed was the word LOCAL on their kiosk. Inside, it was business as usual, if not a little more solicitous. There were plenty of people, merchandizing is just as good as the new neighbors, and the staff seems unworried.

    Overall, I’d say they could work well together: each had a strength that parried the other’s weakness. Sur had more cutting edge gadgets (nifty silicone pan holders) while Cook’s had a huge selection of food books. Sur had more appliances, Cook’s had more cool ingredients. Sur, being larger, has more stuff, but Cook’s has the demo kitchen and a killer line-up of chef’s who teach. After all the perusing, I left Sur with some funky drinking straws and garbage disposal cleaners. At Cook’s I bought two paper toques for Jake and his cousin.

    Quite inspired to cook something, I headed to Trader Joe’s to pick up some ingredients, but ended up wandering over to the small and virtuous Bellaria Bakery Cafe. Anyone should be in awe of their wedding cakes, but I sit in amazement over their pain au chocolat, which I have never been able to produce to satisfaction. I must not have the right gadgets.

  • Potter Potables

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    FRIDAY
    Are you one of the obsessed? Will you be waiting in line at the stroke of midnight when the final Harry Potter is released? My geekish clan will be decked out and hotly debating our picks for the dead pool while we wait in line. Before we don our capes (yes, we have three), the Madame Rosmerta in me will most likely brew up some Butterbeer for me and the kids. I might whip up a batch of Mrs. Weasley’s rock cakes or some Hogwarts Express cauldron cakes for in-line noshing. If only I had a house-elf.

    SATURDAY
    The husband plays on a team in the AHA which is known around here as Old Guy Hockey. They’ve struck up a friendship with another team in Eau Claire who call themselves The Mighty Docs and have scheduled an off-season summer game. Oh, and then both teams are COMING TO MY HOUSE FOR DINNER.

    At first, there was a casual “hey let’s have everyone bring something to grill and we’ll play it by ear” thing. Sorry, I’m WAY too much of a control freak for that. What if someone brings frozen burger patties and someone else brings steak? What if someone brings potato salad and someone else brings potato salad? No no no. I’d rather handle it all and make sure that needs are met and flavors mingle. So it’s a pizza party, because it’s easy, popular, and I didn’t put a wood-burning oven in my house for decor reasons.

    Clearly we’ll headline with all-time-faves pepperoni/sausage and four cheese. Big winners have included bbq shrimp, buffalo chicken, goat cheese/pesto and salami/red pepper. When I think people are winding down, I’ll sneak in one of my favorites: prosciutto and brie with capers and truffle oil or arugula, red onion and large curls of parm with a fried egg on top.

    SUNDAY
    Brunch with the girls. Looking for somewhere not too stuffy, somewhere that has honest, delicious, high-quality food (given the real potential for pizza overdose the night before), somewhere I can cackle loudly over copious amounts of strong coffee…in short, Cafe Twenty-Eight in Linden Hills.

  • Grazefest

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    A Day For Eaters? … count me in.

    This weekend the Sustainable Farming Association of Minnesota is hosting Grazefest: an event aimed at promoting the health benefits, positive environmental impact, and economic possibilities of pasture-raised foods. And hey, there’s a band!

    The first half of Saturday is devoted to hot discussion among professional Graziers, but the second half has been declared “A Day for Eaters”. Head out to Cedar Summit Farm in New Prague from 1pm – 6pm and sample tasty foods (Philip Dorwart doing demos!), listen to the musical stylings of the Roe Family Singers and be converted by the prophets of grass-fed.

  • Lucky Day

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    It’s a luck day, chums, if you know where to look.

    I found a very agreeable Cobb Salad. I think that’s very lucky as some Cobb’s can go sadly wrong: not enough bleu cheese, or old nasty bacon, or odd additions like carrots. The Cobb at French Meadow Bakery is lovely. The bleu cheese is plentiful and fresh, the turkey is nicely roasted and real (not like something pulled off a Lunchables tray), and the bacon is applewood smoked and crispy. It’s all dressed in a soft avocado-lime dressing that sets the mood. Yessir.

    You’ll discover in the neighborhood, as luck would have it, that Common Roots Cafe is now open. Taking over the space that was Soba’s, Common Roots is all freshness and brightness brimming with ethics and a good sense. I was sadly full from my Cobb to enjoy one of the bagels or neat sandwiches, but luckily enough, there was a small, dark chocolate truffle with my name on it. Oh and a slice of walnut banana bread.

    On the way back from the market this morning, I spied a billboard for Miller’s new Chill beer. Having had something called a Chelada on my last night in Denver, I was intrigued. The chelada I had was a beer poured over ice with a lime and salted rim (yes, extra salt please), but others tell me there might be Tobasco added or even Clamato juice to make your beer a chelada. Summer beer drinkers, you may be lucky indeed.

  • Santa Dog

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    This is my last dispatch from Denver: #1 Thing to Do in Denver When You’re Hungry.

    Find Biker Jim’s hot dog cart on the 16th Street Mall, he’s out in front of Palomino.

    Order a Reindeer Dog.

    He’ll happily give you a bun with a split alaskan caribou sausage. In the split he’ll caulk a thick stream of cream cheese from a gun and crown it with some fried onions. (Yes, you will forever now put cream cheese on a split sausage). Add the jalapenos and hot mustard to your own liking. It’s not gamey at all, it’s spicy and rich. Maybe try the elk cheddar brat or the wild boar brat with chopped apricots and cranberries. Take a moment to breathe in the good Rocky Mountain air in blessed thanks.

    Then go to a Rockies game and watch them POUND the Mets while you suck down some Easy Street Wheat.

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  • American as a Squishee

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    Taken in a real live Kwik-E-Mart in Denver!

    Is there anything more American than a Squishee?

    My daughter just got back from Spain where she and her host family went to the Grandmother’s house and watched The Simpsons (in Spanish, natch) and then rushed home to watch the same episode again.

    Whether or not they hate us, they love Homer.

    Now we can take a bite out of the quintessential donut of Americana. With the Simpson’s movie looming, the 7-Eleven chain of convenience stores has agreed to remake themselves as a collection of Kwik-E-Marts.

    Yes, you can buy a real, honest-to-goodness Squishee!
    Yes, you can start your morning with a heaping bowl of Krusty-O’s!
    Yes, you can guzzle a sixer of Buzz Cola and burp like Bart!
    Why not indulge in a sprinkeliscious pink donut, just like the one Homer eats every day?

    Sadly, there are no Kwik-E-Marts in our local area but if you are looking for a reason for a holiday road trip (and donuts are an appropriate reason) Chicago could be calling.