The Pie-Crust Chronicles

The rowing club had their second “meet & greet” brunch on Saturday. Since I did muffins last time, I decided this time I should bring a protein. Makes most sense, as we are a bunch of athletes coming in from practice, hungry for carbs & protein, not just carbs. So, the decision was made weeks ago to make a quiche.

No problem, I thought. A month earlier I purchased a frozen, ready-made pie crusts from Trader Joe’s. So Friday evening I stopped at the MM and up your standard quiche ingredients.

I took the pie crust out of the freezer and at that point realized, this wasn’t pie crust in a pie plate. It was the kind you have to thaw and then unfold and put into your own pie crust. Um. Okay. At least one hour to thaw. A bit of a damper but it won’t stop me from doing this. So, I just prepped all of the ingredients while the pie crust thaws. It’ll be baking a little bit later than I would have preferred, but it’s gotta happen.

An hour later, I unfold the pie crust and see that it is broken into 4 quarters. Um. Great. It’s 8:45 p.m. and I have no pie crust.

I’ve got the ingredients. I could make one from scatch. How long could that possibly take?

At this point in the story, I’d like to take a few seconds to remind everyone of my previous pie-crust making experience. Remember the New Year’s apple pie? Yeah. Haven’t attempted since, despite receiving this kick-ass pies and tarts cookbook from the MIL.

So, I start a pie crust from scratch. And it’s going unbelievably well. Until I blind bake the damn thing:

bad pie crust via chattycha on flickr

What the hell is that? That’s what happens when you blind bake a pie crust without a) weighting it down with beans and b) don’t prick the pastry shell. It’s also wise to make sure it’s chilled, but I think a) and b) are the important tips.

I had switched recipes, from Great Pies & Tarts to Better Homes & Gardens and let me tell you, big mistake. At this point, it’s is 9:30 in the evening. I’m supposed to be at practice at 6 the next morning. I tell the husband of my woes and he is so kind. He comes downstairs and cleans the kitchen. He tastes the disastrous pie crust and thinks it tastes great. He doesn’t make fun of me, too much.

quiche via chattycha on flickr

The next morning, at 5:30, I go back to MM before practice and pick up an already made quiche, Spinach/Feta/Wild Mushroom. It does not go unnoticed that this whole quiche is exactly seven dollars and one cent cheaper than the amount I spent on ingredients the evening before.

The quiche from MM was ok. Not delightful, but certainly served the purpose as a protein for a post-workout meal. It disappears quickly, especially since it’s the only protein on the table.

Later on in the day, I was still kicking myself for not getting that pie crust right. Since I still had all of the ingredients for an awesome Quiche Lorraine, at 2 PM I set out to do it again. Made-from-scratch crust and all.pie crust via chattycha on flickr

Four hours later, success! I made the crust, chilled it for over an hour (recipe suggests 30 minutes minimum). I blind-baked it, covered in tin foil with beans weighting it down. And I pricked the shell. And I let it chill (again) beforehand.

As for taste … I’ve gotta say, the quiche was frikkin good. The crust was buttery, flaky and baked to a T. Very impressed with the recipe that the MIL recommended. Not something I could make on a regular basis (2 sticks of butter. That’s right. Two), but at least now the pie crust no longer owns me.

As for the quiche … tons o’ swiss cheese. I added some provolone to give it a different twang as well. Lightly seasoned with nutmeg, and even used 2% milk instead of the standard whole. I also used a nice thick alderwood-smoked bacon. And everyone knows, bacon makes everything taste good. This quiche was far superior than the ready-made one I had purchased earlier (if you don’t mind me saying).

It also passed the “morning-after” test. Tasted just as good the next day, cold right out of the fridge.

quiche via chattycha on flickr

Ta-da!

Sizzlin’ Samosas

samosa via chattycha on flickr

I must be on an Indian-food kick or something …

A college roommate of mine, Bina, was/is a great cook. All sorts of Indian flavors and aromas came from our apartment kitchen. Her menu was mainly Indian, but she also taught me how to make a kickin’ mac & cheese, too. Bina was a local (actually all of my roommates that year were from Chicago. I was the only out-of-towner) so when her parents came to visit or when she returned from a trip home she’d stock the kitchen with jars (and I’m talking spaghetti-sauce jar sizes) full of spices. Jars with no names or labels on them. Having been in the kitchen a few years now, I’m see now that those jars of spices were of cumin seeds, coriander, and turmeric (well the turmeric wasn’t difficult to spot back then, either), but back then Bina would just throw the spices into the pan in a “I-know-what-I’m-doing” kind of way. I bring this all up because Bina had a knack for making homemade samosas. Bina is a vegetarian, and so were the samosas. A crispy outer shell with a spicy, warm potato/pea filling on the inside. I was happy to partake in her cooking adventures.

Flash forward to this weekend. Two days in a row I’ve gone to the MM deli counter to get me a turkey samosa with cilantro chutney. Those suckers are g-o-o-d. But they are obviously deep-fried and I can’t be including that kind of goodness in my diet all that often. So, I went to the Web in search of a samosa recipe that I didn’t have to fry. (I have made samosas before … though back then I used a Moosewood recipe. This time I was in search of something meaty).

I found a few recipes that used Phyllo dough and then found one site that suggested, for oven-baked, to try Puff Pastry. So I did.

The results … were okay. I did a major Top Chef kind of error and forgot to taste the filling. Had I tasted I would have known that I forgot to season it enough (it certainly could have used a little more kick. I was using ground chicken. I wonder if I had uised lamb or beef if it wouldn’t have needed as much but oh well). Anyway … ground chicken, onion, peas, seasoned with fresh garlic and ginger; cumin, curry, turmeric and mint (rather than cilantro). All wrapped up in a thawed out puff pastry sheet cut into 12 pieces.

They are good, not great. And they are far smaller than the ones you see in an Indian restaurant or the Whole Foods or MM deli. The husband just downed three of them with a little bit of mango chutney on the side. The look of the samosa within a puff pastry shell reminds me of the very tasty Chinese beef curry turnover. As I have one more puff pastry sheet hanging out in the freezer, I think I’ll have to try that on for size.

Berry Tasty Berry Crisp

Do you remember this sad sight? Well, I mentioned my poor pie crust making skills to the mother-in-law (she had given me a beautiful pie plate for my birthday). She responded, admitting to her own meager pie-crust beginnings, wherein she admitted to approaching her mother-in-law for her recipe. Then, she offered to hand down Grandma’s recipe to me, which I gladly accepted.

When I saw her at brunch yesterday, she gave me the recipe. I had pictured an age-old 3×5 recipe card, stained with shortening and specks of flour, displaying the signs of having been referred to over and over again. But rather than that she handed me a book, Great Pies and Tarts, by Carole Walter. In the book a page was flagged with a pie crust recipe from the 1930s. Brilliant! I had envisioned this family recipe, perhaps a secret one, being handed to me to care for and such and instead I received a new book from Borders. Apparently the original book the mother-in-law was looking for by Walter was no longer being published, but this one had the pie crust recipes which is really what mattered.

The cookbook, by the way, is so much fun to read. Especially as we approach another dessert-less week (remember, the husband and I are cutting back on the processed foods/desserts). I read it like a coffee table book or a magazine. Flip through it, find a fun recipe, read the the story behind it, salivate salivate salivate.

So, after a day of doing this it should come to no surprise that I felt the need to experiment in the kitchen a bit tonight. I had some frozen berries I had thawed (intended to have them for lunch but didn’t) and a dream of a berry crisp. I found a three-berry crisp recipe from Walter and just sort of went with it.

In a small ramekin, I sprinkled the thawed berries (raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, strawberries) with some sugar and corn starch. Crumbled on top, a mixture of whole wheat flour, melted butter, sugar, baking powder and cinnamon. Then some chocolate chips on top. Baked at 350 degrees for 30 minutes (until the berries were bubbly).

Fun and sweet. And tart. I probably could have used a little bit more sugar in the berries, though the chocolate chips were a sweet surprise in each bite.

berry crisp via chattycha on flickr

So long for a dessert-less week. On the other hand, this was a cheaper, homemade alternative. Hard to beat that.

Leftovers

One night we had a rotisseire chicken and with the leftovers I made a simple chicken salad. Eggless mayo (some day, I can tell you how it came about that we have eggless mayo in our refridgerator), celery, grapes and of course chicken chunks. I used a leftover flour tortilla (the husband had prepared quesadillas a few nights earlier), and served it with some leftover brown rice on the side. It’s always nice to go the extra step and enjoy leftovers with a slight twist.

chicken salad wrap via chattycha on flickr

yum

Fruit

As much as I love dessert (and if you can’t tell from my posts, I <3 desserts!), the husband and I have finally had to put the kibosh on buying slices of pie; cookies; eclairs and other sweet treats for a while. (My anniversary cupcake, red velvet with cream cheese frosting from Cupcake Royale, doesn’t count). So instead, I’ve been making fruit salad. Mangoes from Mexico have entered their ripe season, and every one I’ve bought have been ripe, sweet and juicy (for anyone interested today’s mango was my third in eight days). Also here are red grapes; ruby red grapefruit; banana, fuji apples and a couple of slices of (canned) peaches.

fruit cup via chattycha on flickr

 

moo-shoe pork

Here is the card Max gave me for the birthday (inside it reads ‘have a porkfect birthday’ or something like that:

moo-shoe pork via chattycha on flickr

No doubt this is what inspired my decision for what we should eat on the birthday, mu shu pork and chinese broccoli.

Yes, it’s true. We spent the special evening eating take-out Chinese food and watching “NCIS” reruns. I just love that show.

Oink.

Birthday Dinner, part 2

And it’s not even my birthday yet! (here is part one)

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So here is the deal with the pie. Every year on the husband’s birthday, the husband’s mother bakes him a banana cream pie. Nothing fancy. Literally it is the same pie recipe she’s been making for him for the past 30+ years. It very well might have come from an issue of Redbook or the back of a Jello Pudding package. And the husband wouldn’t have it any other way. Within the last couple of years my birthday also made it to the “birthday pie” list. Now I get a pie on my birthday! Or the day before, which is fine by me. This is coconut cream pie (recipe from Martha, according to the MIL). A coconut filling layered beneath fresh whipped cream. Toasted coconut and shaved chocolate to top it off. Plus, a homemade crust that looks like a REAL crust (unlike some crusts I’ve known). Plus plus, I also received the pie plate that the pie arrived in as a gift. Beautiful stoneware from Crate & Barrel.

And, because we couldn’t just have pie for early dinner/late lunch/whatever it is you have when you eat at 2:30 in the afternoon, the husband made one of his (and my) favorite dishes that he pulls out for guests: gnocchi al romano. Rich cheeses, eggs and milk, magically/scientifically combined with semolina flour then baked/broiled to perfection. The 16 words I just used to describe the dish doesn’t do the actual cooking process any justice. Just keep in mind that on more than one occasion, when cooking this dish, has the husband hurled out expletives and thrown a few pans around the kitchen. It’s intense. But the results are sooo good. In the background of the photo below you can see the ragu bolognese sharing the plate, another specialty he’s prepared on occasion (the pics of the bolognese didn’t come out, but picture this).

 

San Diego Dinner

Yeah, so I’m kind of going backwards on the posting. Here is another meal from San Diego. Team meals are super fun for me. We stay in a hotel that has a kitchenette in each room, which is pretty crucial as we are all careful with what we are eating during a race weekend. We are a couple of blocks from a major supermarket, and we tend to go there once or twice a day. For dinner we gather in a hotel room/cottage/outdoor patio/etc. and we all bring something to the party. On the first night my hotel-mates and I made pasta salad to go along with the chicken we were barbecuing. (Sorry, no pic)

The next night was pasta night. “Jody, you’re cooking tonight” was the command from a certain rower, much to Jody’s surprise. As a Seattle firefighter she has the experience of cooking for large numbers. It was just pasta, but a lot of pasta.

via chattycha on flickr

via chattycha on flickr

At Jody’s request we went to the store bought and some supermarket-style brownies. These were extra-special because they were topped with chocolate icing. My teammates got into the spirit of this food blog I’ve been keeping and recommended that we “plate” this next one special.

via chattycha on flickr

Click here to see the lucky coxswain who got to take a bite. I suggested she replace the existing strawberry with a clean one, but she refused. Crazy girl.

Let me apologize again for the fuzzy pics. The lighting in the room was nil and I really dislike the look of the flash (see pasta pic above). I have to figure that one out. If you have tips/suggestions, please let me know.

Mom’s Home-Cooking

Since I was mute for a week, I find myself on a posting roll tonight. It helps that I took a two-hour nap this afternoon and now am wide awake with nothing better to do.

My parents met me in San Diego on race day and drove me back to their home in San Gabriel (about 12 miles east of LA; a 2+ hour drive from San Diego). That evening we had dinner at my cousin’s new house in South Pasadena, but Mom was the chef. She prepared a few dishes in her apartment kitchen, we stopped at Sam Woo’s BBQ to pick up some Ginger Chicken, then one of my cousin’s prepared a chinese-style chicken soup.

Considering the state I was in when I arrived (not just tired, but depressed, you can read all about it here), and after trying to watch my food intake for so long (in addition to what I was eating, how much I was eating), this was the kind of comfort food I needed, though I didn’t know it until I was stuffed to the gills, yet still trying to wash down one more slice of watermelon.

Here is (most) of the meal. At some point I put the camera away because I was too darn busy eating …

Tomato Tofu Soup.

tomato tofu soup

Spicy mustard greens (A bit too spicy for my taste. My cousins and parents had an at-length conversation about whether this was a spicy dish or not. 5 out of 6 said not spicy. 5 out of 6 were nuts. It was spicy.)

mustard greens via chattycha on flickr

Ginger Chicken from Sam Woo’s. A take-out staple. Sorry for the fuzziness, but you get the idea.

ginger chicken via chattycha on flickr

This next dish was surprisingly my favorite. My mom used to always make her scrambled eggs WAY too salty. It was pretty gross (sorry, Mom). In this dish, eggs and scallions, she added crunchy radishes. I’m not sure how the radishes were prepared (like the chinese-style pickled ones that come in a jar, though it wasn’t that pickled tasting. Just the texture was similar). And, she toned down on the salt. I kept coming back to this one. She told me she’d tell me what was in it, but she never did. That’s her style.

eggs via chattycha on flickr

Again, sorry for the fuzzy pics. Don’t know what was wrong with me this day.

What, you were expecting something different when I said “Mom’s home-cooking” and “comfort food”? Maybe you pictured creamy mac and cheese, or a tuna casserole? Well, we’re Chinese for crying out loud.

And, by the way. We don’t do Kung Pao. We don’t do Sweet n Sour. We do this. And we do it very well.

Brunch at 8:30?

When you are a rower, brunch at 8:30 doesn’t seem too unreasonable. Considering how many people are still sleeping at this time, I guess technically this was still breakfast. The rowing club held a get together this morning after practice. I made Pumpkin-Chocolate Chip Muffins. I wish the pics had turned out better. There was no natural light (this is what happens when you are baking muffins at 9:00 at night):

pumpkin chocolate chip muffins via chattycha on flickr

I used my new silicone muffin “tins” and they worked fabulously. I spritzed the tins with Pam and a few minutes after coming out of the oven the muffins nearly popped themselves out of the tin. Little to no manual labor was needed to get them cleaned (and I had done an impressive job getting batter all over those tins.). Highly recommended. I just wish I knew what to call them. They really aren’t tins anymore, now are they.

Man, I’ve made pumpkin stuff before, but adding chocolate chips brings it up a notch like you wouldn’t believe. It makes it all the more special, I tell you!

Most of the rowers also brought muffins and other carb-heavy, sweet treats:

Robyn’s Banana Muffins:

robyn's banana muffins via chattycha on flickr

Niki’s Blueberry Coffee Cake (not really sure what the name of it is, but it was good. I had two pieces):

niki's blueberry coffee cake via chattycha on flickr

Lori brought the protein, an Egg Strata. Delicious, and it was nearly devoured by the time I got around to taking a photo.

lori's egg strata via chattycha on flickr

Yay, Potluck!