if there is one baked good that epitomized my childhood, it would be banana bread. none of us liked bananas with even the smallest brown dots so my mother made it on the regular, protecting us from the grisly fate of biting into bruised, mushy bananas with long strings of whatever those gross strips are that seem to appear on older bananas. we liked our bananas firm and safely tinged in green. luckily, older bananas make the best bread. we think her original recipe came from sunset magazine, but all the copies i have are in her handwriting, so that has not been confirmed.
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surefire roast chicken
i am not a natural cook. my mother can look in the fridge, pull out a few things and create something yummy with what’s there, but i have to follow a recipe. i can only go a little rogue after i’ve made something about a bazillion times… which is what happened with the barefoot contessa’s perfect roast chicken. i started making this chicken around fifteen years ago when we were living in san francisco. it felt pretty grown up to me to pull a chicken out of the oven, rather than out of a whole foods plastic container when throwing a dinner party. and it makes your house smell cozy and amazing as well. i never did manage to learn the gravy part of the recipe - the only one in my family who can make a proper gravy is my GG - the rest of us have to cheat with packets or gravy kits when she’s not around. in reviewing barefoot’s recipe, i realize that i’ve changed it quite a bit… i switched out the thyme for rosemary and added carrots and green beans and potatoes to the onions so you end up with a whole pan of roasted vegetables and a truly one pan meal. but whether you follow barefoot exactly or try it my way, this chicken is surefire and what i always make when i have someone new coming to dinner and don’t want to mess up.
Read Morefireworks finishing butters
we LOVE butter in our family. a little (or BIG) pat of butter makes everything taste better. some of us REALLY love butter… when lucy was about four, we were baking oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (notice i DIDN’T say “raisin”) and i turned around and lu was clutching an errant stick, taking bites out it, like it was a banana. so we were beside ourselves when our friend, jessica pratt jacobson, started fireworks finishing butters.
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i love pudding… and i do understand that it is meant to be a dessert and not eaten for breakfast. but i keep thinking i’ve found the “pudding-like yoghurt” which CAN be eaten for breakfast. unfortunately, each time my hopes are dashed by someone in my life who reads labels - i have never been a big ingredient analyzer and now that i can’t see anything small like the print on a carton without my reading glasses, which are usually misplaced, i rely on my savvier friends to sort me out. in my twenties that someone was my roommate in san francisco who informed me that my strawberry yoplait had loads and loads of sugar. i LOVED my yoplait because it was french (or at least it had a french-sounding name) and it came in a tall, slender container that looked like a vase and it tasted like pudding. in my thirties we were living in amsterdam and that someone was my dutch girlfriend who let me know that the strawberry/vanilla “vla” i was eating every morning was, in fact, pudding with no yoghurt components at all. in my forties, we moved to colorado and i discovered noosa. noosa IS yoghurt and it is produced locally from cows no further than forty miles away from the noosa headquarters in northern colorado. it is DELICIOUS! it comes in a zillion yummy flavors (tart cherry, key lime, rhubarb, coconut…) but of course, my favorite is vanilla because i have the palette of a five year old. i was beside myself when i tasted the noosa because i was sure i’d found the holy grail of pudding-like yoghurt. colorado is full of food makers who are very thoughtful about health and organic ingredients so it didn’t occur to me to even try and find my glasses to read the label… i just loaded up my cart with noosas (mostly vanilla) each time i went to the market. and then one fall, after a particularly noosa heavy summer, i had trouble zipping up my jeans. i couldn’t imagine what could have caused this problem until i was talking through my eating habits with a girlfriend who does actually read the labels. once again, my pudding dreams were thwarted by a very high sugar content. when i started asking around, i found that i didn’t have a single friend who ate noosa for breakfast… they only eat it as dessert. i was pretty devastated. my girlfriend suggested fage, the greek yoghurt, doctored up with fruit. of course, fage does NOT taste like pudding at all, but i’ve found that when it is covered in the sauce i made from the plums on my farm (backyard) or doused in my raisen-free cranberry sauce, it is pretty good. so i am reposting the cranberry recipe - thanksgiving is coming up and the markets are filled with cranberries. as a yoghurt topping, i prefer the cranberry sauce blended in the vitamix after it is cooked down on the stove. i also sprinkle a generous amount of granola on mine, but i am not sharing the brand because i can’t bear any more bad news.
Read More1970's (snow day) casserole
we just had our first blizzard in boulder… in typical colorado fashion we went straight from summer to winter, with only an afternoon of fall. i never get used to the roller coaster weather here. i am never prepared with the right size snow boots for the kids or snow pants that fit properly or matching pairs of mittens. at best, i get a whiff of the cow poo smell (which is a pretty reliable snow predictor - i don’t know why) and i have a few hours to get ready. at worst, i wake up and the yard is all white and i have to scurry around and see how i can outfit the kids in some collection of warm clothes before school starts. we are usually late on this first snow day… i just always expect there will be that third season before the snow comes and even after seven years here, i haven’t learned to check the weather.
Read Moreharvest season
i don’t know what factors came together to produce such an enormous bounty of fruit on my farm (i.e. my backyard) but the output has been tremendous. i decided to have a couple of neighborhood harvest parties so that i could get some help picking all the apples and then the plums that ripened a few weeks later. i thought i could pull off a tom sawyer “painting the fence” caper and make my friends think it would be FUN to harvest with me. i would provide snacks and drinks and my neighbors could do the labor. i was imagining something like the barn raising parties they used to have on little house on the prairie. pa would be out there entertaining everyone on his fiddle (i could play macklemore on my sonos), ma would would lay out cornbread, fresh, grilled deer meat and homemade pies (i made a run to trader joes), the children would be running around (i have a couple of those) and the grown ups would build a barn (the neighbors would pick my apple tree and plum bush clean) so i wouldn’t have to gather up any more rotten fruit or worry about the bears coming into my yard and leaving giant poops or mauling us.
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