Valentine’s Day Cookies

I swear I didn’t forget V-Day. Actually, I had a menu for two that I tested several times but never fell in love with enough to post for you guys. I refuse to recommend anything I don’t love, and this menu is still coming together. It also just kind of turned into Valentine’s Week for me because I was at home with my mama and we did lots of Valentiney things, and the actual Day got away from me.

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I’ve never totally understood why people dislike Valentine’s Day. I do understand feeling alone and sad – of course – but when I was growing up Valentine’s was a more generalized holiday on which you celebrate loving everyone in your life. Looking back now, that was a gift. My mom would always make a special Valentine’s lunch or dinner for our family and we gave gifts to each other, and everyone in my class at school gave cards to each other. I always felt incredibly loved and loving on Valentine’s Day, and it wasn’t until I got to college that I learned that if you didn’t have a significant other on the day, you were supposed to feel forlorn and unlovable.

Well, NO. Quite frankly.

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It’s beautiful that there’s an entire day dedicated to love! What a transcendent thing to focus on in our culture. I get to tell my dear friends how much I appreciate them for their undying support, get to tell my parents how much I love them, get to tell my sister how special she is to me. Yes, we should do that all the time. But we don’t.

I really appreciate having a day when we are all reminded to remember the love that surrounds us, romantic or not. And yes, if you have a sweetheart, it makes for a wonderful holiday. But without one is just as good.

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I was lucky enough to happen across this beautiful, gorgeous, delicately thoughtful post on the same theme of love taking all forms on Tea & Cookies. It’s worth a read.

And after reading, I absolutely had to make Tea & Cookies’ Valentiney cookies on Valentine’s Day to celebrate it and love.

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I gave them to people I care about and to some people I barely know. Just because.

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Olympics!!!

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It needs three exclamation points because I’m SO RIDONKULOUSLY EXCITED that the Winter Olympics are finally happening! I’m watching ski jumping right now. Because every four years, let’s be honest, we all need a little ski jumping in our lives.

Eddie the Eagle! Britain's lone entrant in the 1988 ski jump.

Eddie the Eagle! Britain's lone entrant in the 1988 ski jump, self-funded and generally acknowledged to be terrible. He finished last, but everyone fell in love with his passion for sport.

There’s a long story about why I love the Olympics so much, but I’ll get to it sometime over the next two weeks. For now, suffice it to say that I watched a lot of Olympics when I was a kid and loving it was basically ingrained in me from birth. Naturally, I celebrate during the whole two glorious weeks.

Weren’t the opening ceremonies lovely?! The draping in the shape of the mountains in Whistler was so artistically done, and the floor that changed colors (was it an LCD floor? how did they do that?) created the mood of each segment beautifully – and I like the icicle-esque Olympic Flame.

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So how to have people over for the Olympics? High Rise Hostess has a great idea to combine après-ski flavor with the Olympics, which is an idea I love because après-ski is so rarely done outside of ski towns and as you all know, I enjoy it any time or place. She suggests serving fondue, mulled cider and beer, which just sounds like the tastiest combination. If only I had a fondue pot….maybe I should buy one because it sounds SO fun to all huddle around the pot and bring a little bit of Olympic and après-ski spirit into a party.

Or I could be really inauthentic, make a cheese sauce in a regular pot, and call it good. ;)

Eat-onomics

I do it all the time: stand in the store with a cheap, antibiotic-filled, non-organic chicken in one hand and an expensive, organic, free-range chicken in the other and internally debate how much I can pay for healthier food that week. Sometimes I go for the cheap chicken, antibiotics and all – I’m not gonna lie! But when I remember that I’m voting for or against sustainable foods with my purchases, I try to diligently budget for the healthier option.

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Fast Company is running a series of interviews with leaders in sustainable food, and the CEO of Stonyfield Farm pointed out that we are all paying for unhealthy food in indirect ways.

We don’t know what real food is as a culture, as a society. We’re not ready to pay for it. We have this illusion that food not only can, but should be, cheap. I call it an illusion because we do end up paying it, through our bodies and also our planet. We really have to restore to help the financial state of our farmers. There is a whole host of consequences to eating unsustainably, but we don’t measure them because they’re externalities. They don’t appear on our income statements, but they’re real costs. One in three kids born after 2000 will be a diabetic, and that’s one in two if it’s Hispanic or African American. Two-thirds of Americans are obese or overweight, and we’re spending billions to deal with those problems. Those are the consequences of cheap food. It’s not cheap at all.

That’s terrifying. I’m renewing my commitment to myself to not only cook healthy food, but to buy sustainable food products – especially when I’m cooking for the people I love.

If you’re interested, I also recommend reading the interview with Paul Willis of Niman Ranch.

[Note that I’m not advocating buying Stonyfield Farm or Niman Ranch products in particular; just that we become more informed about the source of our food so we can all make choices we’re comfortable with.]

My Perfect Martini

I came to Jackson Hole for the weekend to be with my mom. Our wonderful, precious, very loved dog died last week at age 15 and we’ve all been feeling her absence quite heavily. So I came home to try to make the house feel a little less empty.

Of course, I didn’t know New York was about to get shut down by a blizzard, so my little plan to make a quick jaunt to Wyoming didn’t work out very well when all flights to New York were cancelled today and yesterday. So, stranded and trying to keep up with schoolwork, I knew I needed an incentive. Straight to the Four Seasons went I with my enormous textbook and a promise to myself that I could have a big gorgeous martini in the lobby lounge after 50 pages of reading.

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At page 75 (I was  a good industrious student – for once!) my friend Anne, who happened to be working yesterday, delivered me this lovely glass.

martiniBlue cheese stuffed olives make me so happy.

My perfect martini? Excellent vodka (I like Belvedere), just a pinch of vermouth, as many blue cheese stuffed olives as I can fit in the glass and yes kids, I like it shaken, not stirred.

Here’s the deal on shaking v. stirring. Stirring protects the ice from bruising and (in theory) doesn’t release any water into the drink. Shaking bruises the ice cubes, which releases water into the cocktail. So yes, James Bond likes a slightly watered down martini, and so do I. It’s tasty.

I don’t think there’s any one “real” martini. Make yours however you like: gin, vodka, shaken, stirred, dirty, on the rocks, olives, no olives. And if you don’t know exactly what you prefer, well, the fun is in the testing!

The Science of Taste

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Yeah, you can make your own ketchup, but it never comes out tasting like real ketchup. There’s something about Heinz ketchup that is uniquely ketchupy in a way that can’t be replicated by homemade or other brands, isn’t there? This article explains why. It’s incredible, definitely worth a read for anyone interested in the taste of food (i.e. everyone).

The Ketchup Conundrum:

There are five known fundamental tastes in the human palate: salty, sweet, sour, bitter, and umami. Umami is the proteiny, full-bodied taste of chicken soup, or cured meat, or fish stock, or aged cheese, or mother’s milk, or soy sauce, or mushrooms, or seaweed, or cooked tomato. “Umami adds body,” Gary Beauchamp, who heads the Monell Chemical Senses Center, in Philadelphia, says. “If you add it to a soup, it makes the soup seem like it’s thicker—it gives it sensory heft. It turns a soup from salt water into a food.” When Heinz moved to ripe tomatoes and increased the percentage of tomato solids, he made ketchup, first and foremost, a potent source of umami. Then he dramatically increased the concentration of vinegar, so that his ketchup had twice the acidity of most other ketchups; now ketchup was sour, another of the fundamental tastes. The post-benzoate ketchups also doubled the concentration of sugar—so now ketchup was also sweet—and all along ketchup had been salty and bitter. These are not trivial issues. Give a baby soup, and then soup with MSG (an amino-acid salt that is pure umami), and the baby will go back for the MSG soup every time, the same way a baby will always prefer water with sugar to water alone. Salt and sugar and umami are primal signals about the food we are eating—about how dense it is in calories, for example, or, in the case of umami, about the presence of proteins and amino acids. What Heinz had done was come up with a condiment that pushed all five of these primal buttons. The taste of Heinz’s ketchup began at the tip of the tongue, where our receptors for sweet and salty first appear, moved along the sides, where sour notes seem the strongest, then hit the back of the tongue, for umami and bitter, in one long crescendo. How many things in the supermarket run the sensory spectrum like this?

Boeuf Bourguignon, or, The True Tale of How I Ate Cow: Part II

Am I the only one who feels inundated by Julia Child to the point where I’m taking it as a sign? Seriously, a friend sent me My Life in France to read over Christmas, I brought it with me to read on the plane, tucked it in my little seat pocket to start after the movie, and what was the movie on the plane? Julie & Julia. It was definitely a sign. Not inundated in a bad way, just in the kind of way where I feel like there’s a message trying to get through to me that I should follow her to Paris, go to cooking school, and scientifically produce French recipes for American cooks. Have you read My Life in France? It’s great.

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So for a Christmas present for someone very hard to buy for (aren’t all men?) I made Julia Child’s Boeuf Bourguignon, which is beef simmered with vegetables, onions and garlic in red wine and beef broth for several hours. As I explained yesterday, it was a huge deal for me to not only eat beef, but to cook it, and I had no idea what I was doing in the least. I was so busy trying to follow her directions to the letter that I completely neglected to take pictures, which is perhaps not so especially terrible because during the whole five and a half hour cooking process I kept laughing about how utterly useless my experience would be to anyone who knows anything about about cookery.

And here’s the thing – I feel sacrilegious writing this – the boeuf came out DRY. Like, it wasn’t that good. Julia Child’s Boeuf Bourguignon wasn’t that good. It wasn’t bad, it just didn’t taste anything like the brilliance that was the Spotted Pig’s bone marrow-covered steak and it was really pretty dry.

Obviously totally my fault. I have no idea how meat that simmered in red wine and broth for three hours came out dry, but it did. So, feeling badly about myself, I have to admit I did a little googling and none other than Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa herself, made Boeuf Bourguignon that came out dry too! Here’s her quote:

“I never really liked boeuf bourguignon. After cooking for three hours, the meat was stringy and dry and the vegetables were overcooked.”

Exactly how mine came out! So she ignored Julia and created her own recipe. If I ever make beef again, I’ll try her version and report, but don’t hold your breath. I think I’ve officially overdosed on beef. We drank a lot of really good wine and the mini dinner party turned out lovely as a whole, but the dish was just so brown and so heavy and so brown that it kind of grossed me out. Beef isn’t very good for me anyway, right? So I’m back to my semi-veggie/pescatarian ways but still with total obeisance to Julia for her genius, which has not been marred at all by my failure. I’m sure Julia’s boeuf never came out dry, and maybe I need to go to Paris to find out how.

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