Loaded Baked Potato Soup

Well, it's fall in Florida! The humidity is finally starting to level off and it's actually pleasant enough outside to take a nap in the grass. This past weekend was actually a bit chilly, though! A much welcomed surprise for me but, for the majority of the population of central Florida, a chance to dress like they're preparing for a nuclear winter.
Anyway, nothing says fall like some hearty soup! This is absolutely the epitome of hearty. This soup is gonna call to you from the bowl. It's gonna say, "Baby, I love you. Really, I do."
This soup has everything a baked potato should have... and more! First, we start with a bushel of potatoes! I used one whole bag of petite reds but, you can use regular baking potatoes. So, why baked potatoes? Why not just boiled potatoes? Well, my friends, let me explain: Baked potatoes have an intense earthy flavor that regular boiled potatoes cannot achieve. The intense earthy potato-y flavor is perfectly paired with the creamy onion topping, crisped bacon, fresh green onion, and sharp cheddar cheese. I dare you to try this soup and not like it. I triple dog dare you. I mean, just look at it!

I mean, REALLY. How could you possibly resist?!

Without further ado, the recipe!

Soup:

1 pound of bacon (yes!)

6 Tbl. all-purpose flour

1 onion

6-8 large baked potatoes, cooled

4 cups milk

6 cups chicken broth or stock

2 cups shredded extra sharp cheddar cheese

salt and pepper to taste (I didn't add any salt... the bacon fat used to make the roux was salty enough!)

optional: up to 1 cup of instant mashed potato flakes to thicken the soup (I like my soup thick so, I used about 1/2 of a cup of flakes)

Creamy Onion Topping:

2 cups Greek yogurt

1 bunch green onions, cleaned, trimmed of roots and thinly sliced

1/4 tsp. Kosher salt 

Slice bacon into 1/4 - 1/2 inch strips. Place bacon in a large heavy-bottomed soup pot over medium heat. Cook, stirring frequently, until bacon just starts to crisp. Use a slotted spoon to remove bacon to a paper towel-lined plate. 

Mmmmmm. bacon. We'll deal with this deliciousness later. Don't eat it all just yet! It'll be a difficult task, believe me, I know. 

Stir Greek yogurt, green onions, and Kosher salt together in a bowl. 

Cover the bowl and refrigerate until time for use. Making this topping before the soup is made gives the flavors time to blend. 

Drain all but about 6 Tablespoons of bacon fat from the soup pot. If you've drained the pot right, you'll have lots of little crispy bacon morsels left. Don't you DARE wipe those little flavor nuggets out. They're nuggets of pure joy and ecstasy that will only add to the awesomeness of the soup. LEAVE THEM IN! Now, dice the onion and stir it into the bacon fat that remains in the pot and turn heat to low. Sweat those little onions until they're soft and translucent. 

While the onions are sweating, cut each baked potato into quarters and discard the skin. Put the potatoes in a bowl and get out your potato masher and go all Bruce Banner/ HULK on those taters! I find that actually saying, "HULK SMASH!" while mashing the potatoes makes the process that much more awesome and gratifying. The potatoes don't have to be smooth, in fact, I prefer my soup to have chunks of potato in it. It's totally up to you how you want to eviscerate your potatoes, though. 

Now, sprinkle the flour evenly over the translucent onions and whisk until smooth. 

Turn the heat back to medium. Although at first the fat will seem to seize up, it will loosen and become liquid again fairly quickly. 

Once it returns to a liquid state and begins bubbling, stir constantly and cook for one minute. This is your roux, or your thickener for the soup. Or, if you're the weird dude who used to work with my mom and who tried to convince her he was some high profile chef, it's your 'brew.' As in, Witch's. Yah, that guy was a joke. Anyway, I digress. Whisk all of the milk into the roux and bring to a simmer. Simmer gently until thickened. To check whether your base has thickened enough, dip a wooden spoon into it and remove it. 

If the sauce clings to your spoon like this, you're ready to go to the next step! Whisk the 6 cups of chicken broth into the milk base and then stir all of the smashed potato innards into the soup. With the pot over medium heat, stir frequently to prevent scorching. You don't need to boil the soup; you just want to get it steaming hot. When it is steaming, check the consistency. If it's not thick enough for you, add some instant potato flakes into the soup a small amount at a time until it's reached the desired thickness. Stir in the 2 cups of shredded cheese until it is completely melted. 

Remove the soup pot from the heat and serve immediately with the creamy onion topping, crisp bacon pieces, green onions, and additional shredded cheese.  Let the potato-y, cheesy, bacon-y lovefest ensue!! 

Girlfriend tested. Girlfriend approved. 

Beef Tongue Tacos

These are delicious... I promise. I'm a huge fan of tongue - always have been. Stop snickering. I'd never had beef tongue tacos before I went to Atlanta a few weeks ago and as soon as I bit into that delicious, tender, and tasty muscle done Latin-style, I was hooked. So, I decided to try and replicate the tacos from Loca Luna in Atlanta and here are the results!

Patrick with the tongue.

• 1 beef tongue
• 1/2 white onion, sliced
• 5 cloves garlic, crushed
• 1 bay leaf
• salt to taste
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• 3 tablespoons vegetable oil
• 5 Roma tomatoes
• 5 serrano peppers
• salt to taste
• 1/2 onion, diced
• 2 (10 ounce) packages corn tortillas
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• Place the beef tongue in a slow cooker and cover with water. Add the onion slices, garlic, and bay leaf. Season with salt. Cover and cook on Low overnight or 8-12 hours. Remove the tongue and shred the meat into strands. (Don't be discouraged by the papilla. Once the tongue is tender you'll be able to cut through the tongue 'cover' and papilla to expose the meat. Discard the 'cover' and use the meat underneath.) 
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• Heat the oil in a skillet over medium heat. Cook the tomatoes and peppers in the hot oil until softened on all sides. Remove the tomatoes and peppers in a blender, keeping the oil on the heat; season with salt. Blend briefly until still slightly chunky. Cook the diced onion in the skillet until translucent; stir in the tomato mixture. Cook another 5 to 6 minutes. Build the tacos by placing shredded tongue meat into a tortilla and spooning salsa over the meat.

Proust's Favorite Cookie: Petites Madeleines

Finally, AP French Literature becomes useful! I remember reading Proust in M. Camm's AP French class in high school and asking, "wait... did I just read an entire paragraph about this nut job's love affair with a cookie and tea? Seriously?!" Proust totally knew what he was talking about. These cookies are divine, buttery pillows of deliciousness and dunking them in tea is relaxing and... mmmm. There's no way that I could describe eating one of these madeleines as lyrically and thoughtfully as Proust, so I won't even try. Here's what he had to say:

Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, save what was comprised in the theatre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when one day in winter, on my return home, my mother, seeing that I was cold, offered me some tea, a thing I did not ordinarily take. I declined at first, and then, for no particular reason, changed my mind. She sent for one of those squat, plump little cakes called "petites madeleines," which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell. And soon, mechanically, dispirited after a dreary day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory - this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? I sensed that it was connected with the taste of the tea and the cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savours, could, no, indeed, be of the same nature. Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it?

Now, I don't want to toot my own horn here, but I'm fairly certain that my recipe for madeleines invokes the same feelings of joy about which Proust wrote. You should probably judge for yourselves, though.

5 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 tablespoon edible lavender  (optional... but amazing and you should really try it)

3/4 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

pinch of salt

1/3 cup sugar

grated zest of 1/2 lemon

2 large eggs, at room temperature

2 tablespoons honey

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

To flavor the butter with the lavender, melt the butter in a small saucepan (or in the microwave). Stir in the lavender and allow it to infuse for 15 minutes. Line a small sieve with a double layer of cheesecloth (yay!), then strain the butter into a small bowl; discard the lavender.

Whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt.

Put the sugar and lemon zest in a mixer bowl or in another large bowl and, using your fingertips, work the zest into the sugar until the mixture is fragrant. Beat the eggs, sugar and zest together until pale and thick, 2 to 3 minutes. Add the honey and vanilla and beat for 1 minute more. Switch to a rubber spatula and gently fold in the dry ingredients. When they are incorporated, fold in the butter. 

Spoon the batter into the buttered and flour-dusted madeleine molds, cover and chill (3 hours), then bake the cookies directly from the fridge.

Center a rack in the oven and preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Bake for 12 to 14 minutes, or until the madeleines are golden and the tops spring back when touched. Remove the pan from the oven and release the madeleines from the mold by rapping the edge of the pan against the counter. Gently pry the cookies from the pan using a butter knife.

Transfer the cookies to a rack to cool to just warm or room temperature... or pop them right in your mouth. 

A Note About Cheese... C sharp. Mmmm.

As you guys know, I made my own ricotta for the the ricotta and fig ice cream. I just want to reiterate how EASY it was to make this delicious and mild cheese. I've always had an unusually soft spot for cheese - as I'm sure many of you know. In fact, my first complete sentence was: "Mommy, I like cheese!" Cute, I know. I'll definitely be making more cheese in the future and I invite you all to do the same!


I was at the grocery store the other day buying some cheesecloth in order to make the ricotta. Now, I don't own a grocery store, but you all know I've worked in one, so I think I have a pretty good idea of where things should be placed in the stores. If I were in charge of groceries, I would put the cheesecloth in the baking aisle since most of its applications are in baking/cooking. This is not the case at Publix, though. Where do you think I found the cheesecloth? Take a wild guess... the aisle with cleaning supplies. WHAT?! I know, right?! I can't think of one instance where I would use cheesecloth to clean ANYTHING!


Anyway, cheesecloth in hand, I go to the express, or 10 items or less lane. Which, let me just point out, should be the 10 items or fewer lane. Grammar- learn it.  Ok, so I'm standing in line and the cashier looks at me and says, "what's that for?" To which I reply, "um... making cheese." The cashier looks at me for a minute, puzzled. Finally, he says: "I didn't know you could make cheese." I looked at him, totally dumbfounded. "Yeah. We've been making it for centuries!" I smiled politely, trying so hard not to reach across the conveyor belt and smack this kid in the head a la "shoulda-had-a-V8." Really? REALLY?! I didn't know you could make cheese? Where do people think cheese comes from - the cheese fairy?! Granted, a cheese fairy would be AMAZING, but highly unlikely. All I could picture this guy thinking about was that cow with wings and a tutu on the Kraft singles commercials granting cheese wishes and fortifying plastic orange squares with calcium and vitamin D.


Moral(s) of the story: Cheesecloth SHOULDN'T be in the cleaning aisle and people make cheese. 

Fresh ricotta and fig ice cream

One of my favorite gelato flavors beside Happy Hippo, is Alice. Alice (ah-lee-chey) is a mildly sweet, light and airy ricotta gelato that is refreshing and awesome. This is my take on the wonderful gelato. This recipe is delicious but be careful - I had trouble keeping myself from om-nom-noming it all up even BEFORE I put it in the ice cream maker. Seriously.

This recipe makes about one and a half quarts of ice cream.

Ingredients

2 1/2 cups whole-milk ricotta (ricotta recipe to follow this)

1 cup sugar

3/4 teaspoon vanilla

zest of one lemon

pinch of kosher salt

1 tablespoon Strega liqueur or vanilla vodka, to taste

2 to 3 tablespoons of chopped, dried mission figs

Place fresh ricotta, sugar, vanilla, lemon zest and salt in a food processor and blend until smooth. Add cream and blend. Taste for the important balance of salt. Add Strega or vodka to taste. Refrigerate until completely chilled.

Freeze in an ice cream machine. Add the chopped  figs. Transfer the ice cream to a freezer container, top with a piece of plastic wrap pressed into the surface and freeze until firm.

** If you can find Strega, I highly recommend using it rather than another kind of alcohol. I brought a bottle back from Italy to use as a sipping liqueur and in recipes. I'm sure it's a bit pricey here in the states but believe me, it's absolutely worth it.**

** Putting a few tablespoons of alcohol into ice cream not only adds a hint of flavor (if the alcohol is flavored) but, it also keeps the ice cream from becoming rock solid in the freezer.**

Fresh Ricotta

2 quarts whole milk
1 C heavy cream
1/2 t salt
3 T fresh lemon juice

cheesecloth

Line a colander with a double layer of cheesecloth and place it in your sink.

Over moderate heat in a large 6-quart pot, slowly bring milk, cream and salt to a rolling boil, stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. When it reaches a boil, add the lemon juice, then reduce heat to low. Stirring constantly, simmer until the mixture curdles, about 2 minutes.

Carefully and slowly pour the mixture into the cheesecloth-lined colander and let it drain for 1 hour. Discard the liquid. Cover and chill the ricotta. 

Eggplant Parmesan

If for some reason I were to ever become a vegetarian (highly unlikely), I could almost guarantee you that I would be eating eggplant like it was going out of style. This weird looking (reminiscent of Gonzo's nose, actually), difficult to properly cook/prepare, awesome-shade-for-an-accent-wall-colored vegetable is pretty delicious and not as nutritious as I once thought. Well, anything that's dredged in flour, egg, and bread crumbs and then fried automatically loses its nutritional value, but since it's a vegetable after all, it's gotta be the least bit healthy, right?! Of course right. Oh, I forgot to add smothered in cheese and sauce, too. Scratch that healthy part. Let's just call eggplant what it really is: a hearty meat-substitute that is often used as a vehicle for other tasty things like cheese.


Anyway, here is a delicious recipe that I got from the Food Network for Eggplant Parm! Boun Appetito!


2 medium eggplant (I used one), cut into 1/2-inch thick rounds
Kosher salt, as needed
4 cups breadcrumbs (the recipe calls for fresh, but I found that the Italian-style Vigo brand bread crumbs are delicious, too)
Dried oregano
Dried thyme
Black pepper
Vegetable oil
All-purpose flour
6 large eggs, beaten (I used 4 eggs because that's all I had and I didn't feel like going back to the grocery)
5-6 cups marinara sauce (I would have used my homemade sauce but, I was lazy. I used Mama DiSalvo's instead!  You can use whatever your little heart desires.)
2/3 cup grated parmesan cheese (or more, if you're like me and you love cheese)
1 pound fresh mozzarella, thinly sliced

Arrange the eggplant slices on several baking sheets and sprinkle generously all over with kosher salt. Set aside to let the bitter juices weep from the eggplant, about 1 hour.

Transfer the eggplant to a colander in the sink, and rinse well under cold running water. Transfer eggplant to a work surface and blot very dry with paper towels.

In a large bowl, whisk together the 1 1/2 teaspoons salt, breadcrumbs, oregano, thyme, and season with pepper.

Place the flour in a medium lipped plate or bowl. In another medium bowl, whisk the egg and milk together. Dredge an eggplant slice in the flour, then dip it in the egg, and finally dredge it in the breadcrumb mixture. Shake off any excess breading and transfer the eggplant to a baking sheet. Repeat with the remaining eggplant.

In a large straight-sided skillet, pour the oil to a depth of 1/2 inch. Heat the oil over medium heat.

Working in small batches, fry the eggplant slices, turning once, until golden brown, about 3 minutes per batch. Using tongs, transfer to a paper towel-lined baking sheet and season with salt to taste. Repeat with the remaining eggplant.

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Lightly brush a 15 x 10- x 2-inch-baking dish with olive oil. Cover the bottom of the baking dish with 1/3 of the marinara sauce and arrange half of the eggplant over the sauce. Cover the eggplant with another 1/3 of the sauce. Scatter half of the Parmesan and half of the mozzarella over the sauced eggplant. Repeat with the remaining eggplant, sauce, Parmesan, and mozzarella. Bake until hot and just beginning to brown, about 30 minutes. Serve immediately.

Not so beautiful, but extremely yummy.

Local Props: The Ravenous Pig

Hello fellow foodies! Travis and I went to lunch today at this amazing little gastropub in Winter Park called The Ravenous Pig. The setting is modern and yuppy but without that overpowering feeling of distain and stuckup-edness toward all who enter.  Those of you who know Winter Park know what I'm talking about. Anyway, Travis had a salad because he's trying to watch his girlish figure but, I  had the most incredible sandwich - Crispy Pork Belly. Mmmmm. Said deliciousness was served on a French baguette with pecan pesto, bitter greens, and fresh peach and jalapeno chutney. Heaven. The flavor profiles were exquisite!

So, anyone who's in the area or who plans on being in the area (i.e. visiting me), must go to the Ravenous Pig! Check out their website here!

The Lamb Shank Redemption

So, this is kind of a heavy dish for the end of May, especially in Florida, but I can tell you right now - it's totally worth it. I had two lamb shanks in my freezer that I didn't roast for Passover, so I decided to cook them up now. I get into these weird purging and organizing moods with my things sometimes, and this includes food. I hate having cluttered space. I'm weird - I know. Anyway, this dish was delicious! Lamb shanks are pretty tough, so cooking them in a crockpot is one of the best ways to tenderize the meat. After 7.5-8ish hours of slow cooking, the meat was literally falling off the shank bone. 


Ingredients
1 sweet onion, sliced and separated into rings
2 lamb shanks
Worcestershire sauce
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Olive oil
10 whole garlic cloves, large ones cut in half
8 ounces of mushrooms, whole or sliced
1 cup red wine
1/2 cup strong beef broth
1 (14 oz.) can diced tomatoes
Dried oregano
Dried basil 
4 sprigs fresh thyme
Ground allspice
1 bay leaf, broken in half
(I hate using exact measurements on spices so, it's up to you to decide what you want.) 


Spread sliced and separated onion rings on bottom of crockpot. Rub lamb shanks with Worcestershire sauce, then sprinkle all over with salt and pepper.


Heat heavy skillet over medium-high heat. Add olive oil and brown the lamb shanks. Place the shanks, along with any drippings from the skillet, in the crockpot on top of the onions. 

Top with garlic and mushrooms. 


In a bowl, combine red wine, beef broth, oregano, basil, tomatoes, thyme, allspice, and bay leaf. Pour mixture over the lamb shanks.

Cook on low for 8 hours, or until tender. Taste and adjust seasoning, if necessary. 

Mmmmmm. I wish you could smell the awesomeness.

Coconut Cake with Lemon Curd Filling

This is also known as the "I believe in Harvey Dent" cake, or the "Two-Face" cake. Why, you may ask? The particular cake I made is known as the Two-Face because I only covered half of it with toasted coconut (see picture). If and when you decide to make this cake, you may cover the whole cake with coconut, or just leave it off altogether. It's your choice, kids! 


This isn't your average cake... it's dense! I'm talking Miss-Teen-USA-2007-South Carolina-dense. If you don't get the reference, click here and have a good chuckle.

Cake

4 ¼ cups flour

2 ¼ cups sugar

1 Tbl. Plus 1 ½ tsp. baking powder

2 tsp. kosher salt

2 sticks unsalted butter, softened

1 ¼ cups coconut milk

¼ cup water

2 tsp. vanilla extract

6 egg whites

Topping

2 cups unsweetened coconut flakes, toasted

2 cups heavy cream

2 ½ Tbl. sugar

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line bottoms of two 8-inch round cake pans with parchment paper and spray with Pam.
2. Mix flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Mix in butter, coconut milk, water, and vanilla until combined. Beat at high speed until very smooth.
3. In a medium bowl, beat egg whites until soft peaks form. Fold half of the egg whites into the batter until incorporated then fold in the rest. Bake for 45 minutes.
4. Cool cakes in pans for 15 minutes then invert them and let them cool completely about 2 hours.
5. Spread lemon curd on one cake top and place the other cake on top. You can also cut the cakes in half and layer curd that way, too.
6. Beat cream with sugar until medium-firm peaks form. Frost the cake and refrigerate for 1 hour before serving. 

Green Tea Ice Cream

I know you're all chomping at the bit to read the rest of my camping saga, but I'm posting a delicious ice cream recipe first. Deal with it. 
I'm eating this ice cream as I post this... it is so smooth and creamy and refreshing. You're going to love it. If you don't, well, there's something wrong with you.


3/4 cup milk (I used Lactaid 2% because that's what I drink, but you can use whatever kind of milk you prefer.)
2 egg yolks
5 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon green tea powder (this can be found at any Asian market. It's kind of expensive, but the powder keeps for a while, so it all works out.)
3 tablespoons hot water


Mix hot water and green tea powder in a bowl and set aside. Lightly whisk egg yolks in a pan. Add sugar and mix well. Gradually add milk and mix. Put the pan on low heat and stir constantly until the mixture is thick (coats the back of a spoon). Remove the pan from heat and soak the bottom of the pan in ice water to cool the mixture. Add the green tea to the custard mixture and mix well, cooling the mixture.  Add the cream and stir gently. Pour the mixture into the ice cream maker and freeze.


Serves 4 to 6 people.

Camping is in tents

**Names have not been changed to protect the innocent because frankly, there were no innocent people. Also, I just don't care that much.**

So, I went camping this weekend at the Sawmill campgrounds with my buddy, Laura. For those of you who've known me for a while, you know that my idea of "camping" is staying at a Holiday Inn. This real camping thing was a big deal. Laura and I got to the camp site on Friday and set up the tents (yeah, you heard me... tents). Laura had also invited (out of a mixture of pity and annoyance) a "club buddy" and the club buddy's friend, to join us. Now, Laura is a pretty rad girl, but this club friend, Rachel... I just don't think words could accurately describe her. Here's a little taste, though: a 26 year old who dropped out of school at 16, never even received her GED, has a serious problem with alcohol (and a DUI to prove it), with an unhealthy obsession with an over-sized Curious George stuffed animal ("he has his own Facebook page with 44 friends!"), and to top it off, has the mental capacity of a sidewalk brick. Actually, that's not right... that was an insult to the brick. Obviously, this girl was a genius.  Rachel and her friend, Amy, arrived at our site around midnight on Friday. They were both drunk and ridiculously loud. We were off to a great start. Laura and I were cordial, even though they woke us up but, we pushed through it. We had to endure their drunk, incoherent mumblings, like this gem from Rachel: "I'm not saying that crazy people are seductive, but..." Yeah, we're still not sure what word Rachel meant to use there...

Laura had told me that the two girls shared a brain cell between them and that I would need to dumb it down when I spoke to them. I took this as an opportunity to practice my trial skills when addressing jury members. After all, we're taught in school that the average jury is comprised of people who have the equivalent of an 8th grade education. Apparently though, I failed in this endeavor and Laura informed me the next morning that Rachel had commented that she "was not very fond of Bailey. She uses big words and isn't very mutual." Laura had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. MUTUAL?! WHAT?! I'm assuming Rachel meant something along the lines of "accommodating," but who knows?

Laura regretted inviting Rachel the minute she set foot on our camp site, and I had to agree with her feelings of regret. Amy wasn't so terrible, though. Stupid, but not nearly as annoying as Rachel. Amy and I started talking and Rachel went into defense mode. She scowled, pouted, and glared when Amy spoke to me and would always interrupt me when I spoke, and called Amy "babe" constantly. I felt like I was watching a Discovery Channel special on the practices of the insecure butch struggling to assert her dominance. Apparently I was in the middle of a power struggle, despite the fact that I was not an active participant. I'll never understand the ridiculous subtleties and nuances of the lesbian community. UGH.

After just one night with the two other girls, despite snickering at their stupidity, Laura and I had had enough. We decided to go canoeing, leaving the girls to sit by the pool and fry in a drunken stupor.  Laura and I were picked up by a toothless, but pleasant good ol' boy and taken to the canoe drop site for a 3 hour tour... a 3 hour touuuur... to be continued...

Rice Crispy Treats

This recipe isn't anything special and quite frankly, it'll probably be the only thing on this blog that I've never actually made. The recipe is on here more for the story behind it than for the treat itself. 


A few years ago, while I was living in Colorado, I got a phone call from my mother... it went exactly like this:


Mom: Bailey, I have to apologize for something really serious.


Me: ... Ok. What did you do?


Mom: I've been talking to a lot of people in the office about how you and I would always cook and bake together. Well, apparently I made you miss out on an integral part of your childhood, and I'm sorry.


Me: What are you talking about?


Mom: We never made Rice Crispy Treats together!


Me: Well Mom, that's why I'm gay.


Mom: ...(dead silence)... Ahahahahahahahaahaha! **I think there was even a snort in there**


So, whenever I come home now, my Mom has a giant block of rice crispy treat waiting for me in the kitchen. I tell her it's too late, and that the damage is done, and BUYING rice crispy treat isn't the same as MAKING them. Oh well, at least she tried. :)
 Thank you, Mom! I love you. 


Here's the recipe, in case you've NEVER made this thing before (like me).


1 1/2 bags of miniature marshmallows
1 tablespoon butter
2 cups rice crispy cereal


Melt butter in a saucepan. Add marshmallows.


Stir until mixture thickens and becomes too difficult to stir. Mix in the cereal and stir until hot.


Butter a pan and spread marshmallow-y goodness into pan evenly. Allow to cool and cut into squares.


**DISCLAIMER**  This treat may not prevent gay-ness... or it may. One thing is for certain: it's too late for me. :)

Mom's Fruit Tart

This recipe, like many of the others I'll be posting on this blog, is from my Mom! This is a great dessert for summer - just make sure your fruit is fresh! The recipe is a little involved, but the end result it totally worth it.


Crust
1/2 cup confectioners' sugar
1 1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter


Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a food processor, combine flour, butter, and confectioners' sugar. Process until mixture forms a ball. With your fingers (hands-on fun!), press the dough into an 11'' or 12'' tart pan with removable bottom, taking care to push the crust into the indentations in the sides of the pan. Pat until the crust is even. Bake for 10-12 minutes, until very lightly browned. Set aside to cool.


Filling
1 (8 oz.) package of cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla


Beat the cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla (with a mixer, not a processor) until smooth - about two minutes. Spread over the cooled crust, almost to the ruffled edge.


Topping
1 quart strawberries, rinsed, hulled, and sliced
2 kiwis, peeled and sliced
blueberries
1 container red raspberries


Cut the strawberries into 1/4 inch slices, using slices that are similarly sized (not outside slices) and arrange around the edge of the crust (points inward). For the next circle, use kiwi slices. Fill spaces with blueberries and cluster raspberries in the center.


Glaze
1 (6 oz.) can frozen limeade, thawed
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
1/4 cup granulated sugar


Combine limeade, cornstarch, lime juice, and sugar in a small saucepan. Cook over medium heat until thick and kind of clear - about two minutes. Let cool. With a pastry brush, gently paint the entire tart (except crust edge). You won't use all of the glaze.


Keep the tart in the refrigerator. Remove about fifteen minutes before serving and cut into wedges.

Ex-Girlfriend Quiche

Funny name, right? Well, out of the many things I learned in my relationship with Amanda, I believe the most important thing I took away from it was her fabulous and EASY quiche recipe. So, thanks Amanda!

Ingredients

1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup milk
4 eggs, beaten
8 oz. shredded cheese (I use sharp cheddar and colby-jack)
10 oz. chopped spinach, well drained
1/4 cup onion, chopped
1 pie shell

Add as many other vegetables you'd like. I usually add broccoli, mushrooms, and artichoke hearts.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Line a cookie sheet with foil.

Saute onions (until soft and translucent) and any other vegetables you're going to add (excluding the spinach).

Whisk together all ingredients, pour into pie shell. Place pie shell onto cookie sheet, cover quiche with foil (sprayed with Pam so it doesn't stick).

Bake in oven for forty-five minutes. Remove cover, and bake for another ten - fifteen minutes, or until the top is golden brown and filling is set.

Strawberry Balsamic Ice Cream

This winter was incredibly harsh on Florida's strawberry crop. The local farms absolutely felt the decrease in sales this season, but local consumers, like myself, were able to purchase perfectly delicious strawberries for ridiculously cheap prices because the majority of local crop could not be shipped out of state. I took advantage of this situation and stocked up on strawbabies!! I'd been missing Bologna, Italy a lot and decided to recreate one of my favorite daily indulgences while living in Bologna - gelato! Now, this isn't the same thing, obviously, but with the fresh strawberries and the amazing balsamic vinegar I brought home, it's as close as anyone can get without actually going. 


I know what you're thinking... balsamic vinegar and ice cream?! Yeah, deal with it. The sweeter, older (aged), thicker balsamic is the kind of vinegar you want to use for this recipe. I recommend at 10-12 year aged bottle, or even Saba, which is a dessert vinegar made from the Saba grape of Reggio Emilia-Romagna.


This recipe makes about two quarts.


Ingredients 


1 1/4 pounds fresh strawberries - hulled, rinsed, and sliced.
1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons vodka (this keeps the ice cream from turning rock hard (that's what she said!) in the freezer)
1/2 cup creme fraiche
1 1/2 cup heavy cream


Combine the strawberries with the sugar, balsamic vinegar, and vodka in a large bowl. Cover and let stand a room temperature for an hour or so.


Pour strawberry mixture into a food processor. Add the creme fraiche and heavy cream and process until just combined. Chill the mixture and then freeze in the ice cream maker.


Mi piace molto!