Before Julia, there was Nana…

I’ve had a few kitchen mentors, but Nana has always topped the list. Because not only could she whip up a fabulous meal, Nan also had a knack for arranging flowers and setting a simple, yet beautiful table.

Lena Franco Raposa Jan. 19, 1912-April 25, 2013

Lena Franco Raposa
Jan. 19, 1912-April 25, 2013

She was fussy, but not fussy because, after all,  she didn’t have the time. Nana, whom we lost last week at age 101, ran a successful business into her 70s. So she may not have put in the hours to have mastered the art of French cooking, but everything she made tasted good whether it was her famous chicken and peas served over Portuguese bread, a Sunday pork roast, kale soup or even her favorite “frankfurt” on a grilled bun with beans.

And while her good friend, Jesus, may have taught “man cannot live by bread alone,” Nana could. No meal was complete without “nice bread” and butter — and sometimes that was all she ate!

Sticking to her simple mantra, it didn’t have to be fancy bread, it just had to taste good. Which is why, I suppose, Nan was a fan of sliced white Pepperidge Farm or white bread from the bakery. (I bake that kind of bread now only I call it pain de mie. She would have just called it ‘nice.’)

As a working girl in the 60s and 70s, Nana was a fan of the new conveniences like frozen vegetables. How she loved her Mr. Birds Eye! In fact, sometimes she would use packages of frozen chopped kale in her Portuguese soup which I thought was blasphemous.

“There’s nothing wrong with frozen vegetables,” she shrugged when I asked her about her chilly short-cut. “They’re vegetables,” Nan said, waving her hand in the air as she always did to make her point.

I wish I could share her Chicken and Peas recipe with you, but Nana kept that one under wraps — from me anyway. And it’s a little early for her Christmas Fruit Roll, so I’ve reprinted her Kale Soup (Caldo Verde) recipe below. Do remember to serve it with some nice bread.

Portuguese Kale Soup (Caldo Verde)

2 meaty beef short ribs

1 russet potato, peeled

1 carrot, peeled and sliced into three or four pieces

1 onion, whole

1 piece of linguica or chourico, sliced

4 or 5 medium Yukon gold potatoes

2 lb. chopped kale (I used a 2 lb. bag of chopped and washed kale, but Nana, when rushed, used 2 or 2 packages of frozen kale.)

Salt and pepper to taste

In a large stockpot or Dutch oven, place the two short ribs, the potato, carrot and onion. Cover with water at least 2 inches over the ribs and vegetables. Bring to a boil, then lower heat to a simmer for at least an hour. Skim the pot frequently.

After an hour, take the meat and vegetables out of the pot and cool until the meat is easy to handle. Meanwhile, mash the potato and carrot and return to the pot. When the meat is cool enough, tear it from the bone, discarding the fat. Chop and return to the pot.

If you need more water in the pot, add 3 or 4 cups of boiling water to bring the level of water up. (If you add cool water, it will bring the temperature of the stock down.) Add the linguica, chopped potatoes, and kale.

Bring to a boil and then reduce to simmer. Cook for another hour or so until the kale is thoroughly cooked. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Serves 6 hearty eaters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.” — Ernestine Ulmer

And don’t we know it?

After this horrific week in Boston, it seemed fitting to end the week with something  sweet and comforting, something to eat s l o w l y, savoring every spoonful. So I made Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp.

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I suppose I could have made a cake. Or a pie. But fruit crisps, served warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or a dollop of whipped cream, always make me feel better.

This week, I picked up rhubarb and strawberries at Volante Farms in Needham where I also found ramps and favas — a symphony of spring!

My crisp is pretty simple stuff. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, add 3 lbs. of rhubarb, trimmed and cut into 1-inch chunks, and a large container of California strawberries, thickly cut. Add 1/2 c. sugar, 2 T. chopped crystallized ginger and finely grated zest of an orange to the fruit.

Juice the orange into a measuring cup (the orange will yield 1/3 to 1/2 c. juice) and dissolve 2 T. cornstarch in it. Pour it into fruit mixture and coat all the fruit with the juice.

For the streusel: In another bowl, combine 1-1/2 c. flour, 1/2 c. old fashioned oatmeal, 1/2 c. light brown sugar, 1 t. cinnamon, 1/4 t. nutmeg and 1/2 t. salt. To the dry ingredients, add 1/2 c. cold unsalted butter, sliced and work it into the flour mixture like you would for a pie crust. When the butter is pea-sized, add 1/2 c. pecan pieces (optional), 1 large egg, beaten and 3/4 c. sugar.

Add the fruit mixture into a 3-qt. baking dish then top with the streusel. Bake until golden and bubbly, 45 minutes. While the crisp is still warm, serve topped with whipped cream or a scoop of ice cream. Serves 6-8.

Don’t you feel better already?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can’t Contain My Excitement…

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Last night, after spending the afternoon at Babson College at a culinary entrepreneurship seminar, I was treated to dinner at The Farmhouse in Needham.

A beet salad with fresh greens, pistachios and a goat cheese croquette followed by Nantucket Scallops with exotic mushrooms on a cauliflower/purple potato puree were divine. And then came dessert.

I immediately homed in on the butterscotch pudding with toffee pieces on the small dessert menu while my little dining companion went for the carrot cake — and most of her father’s chocolate caramel tart!

Carrot Cake in a Jar

Carrot Cake in a Jar

 

The layers of carrot cake and cream cheese frosting were served in a small preserves jar, reminiscent of the trendy “Cupcake in a Jar” concept. It was very cute — although the cake was too dry and the frosting too sweet.

The butterscotch pudding was quite tasty but too thin in consistency for my taste. However, I can forgive all that for the way it was served. The Farmhouse’s pastry chef gets big ups for creativity in presenting the pud  in

American Gothic Butterscotch Pudding

American Gothic Butterscotch Pudding

another type of canning jar with its rubber-ringed lid.

What’s the coolest way you have eaten a favorite dessert? BTW, chocolate chip cookie dough has gone so mainstream it doesn’t count. Let me know. I’m always looking for new ideas!

 

Sticky Buns! Ice Cream! Chocolate! Oh My!

As Julia Child once said, “People who love to eat are always the best people.” Her words rang true on Saturday during a Boston Foodie Tour of Beacon Hill and the Back Bay where I was amongst my people –- guys and gals obsessed with food and eating.

The 5-hour+ tour, which began at the Liberty Hotel, was led by Foodie Tours owner Audrey Giannattasio and guide-in-training Adrienne Bruno, a graduate — and now career services director — at the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts.

The guests were a mix of tourists in town for the Boston Marathon (run, Trevor, run!), a couple from Jamaica Plain celebrating the guy’s birthday as well as a group of friends feting their foodie friend, Shannon, who turned 30 a month earlier.

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We began at Scampo at the Liberty where chef Lydia Shire’s staff welcomed us with a yummy heirloom tomato and house-made bufala mozzarella salad followed by a slice of her famous lobster pizza. Hot damn, I’ve missed that pizza!image

After that, we headed for Charles Street with stops at Savenor’s market where we gawked at the exotic meats and spring veggies such as ramps, fiddleheads and fava beans -– a most welcome sight!  Wait, what’s this? Logs of Westfield FarmsCapri chocolate goat cheese. Sign me up…

At JP Lick’s Ice Cream we were treated to kiddie cups of ice cream (I had Cherry Garciaparra and a taste of DorisManischewitz sorbet) and then it was onto Beacon Hill Chocolates where we all decided the sampling of dark chocolate and caramel topped with red sea salt was, well, orgasmic.

At the Paramount, owned by my friend, Eleanor Greene and hubby, Joe, we got the 411 on the history of the Hub haunt and learned The Rules -– order, pay, then sit. We also had a welcome drink of fresh-squeezed OJ.

A chilly walk through the Boston Public Garden where the Swan Boats glided along the lagoon, Adrienne impressed us rattling off the names of the “Make Way for Ducklings” mallards and people dressed as cats had a photo shoot, we were led to Back Bay.image

We went by Georgetown Cupcakes on Newbury to gawk at the line out the door (apparently, the tour makes a pit stop on weekdays) and ended up at up at Bacco’s Wine & Cheese on Stuart Street.

Major find! We were introduced to many locally-made foodstuffs like tubs of St. Emilion Macaroon Company’s honey and almond cookies made in East Boston and Lydia’s Handcrafted Foodsdukkah spice mix. Apparently, dukkah, a Middle Eastern mix of spices and nuts, is good with bread dipped in oil, but Adrienne told me the mix is awesome on avocado slices. I hate being a latecomer to food trends…image

There was a wine tasting along with samples of American Spoonfood’s Whole Seed Mustard, salami with a hint of chocolate and the aforementioned macaroon. I spent some money there, but stupidly didn’t buy a small brick of pressed dried fruits that would have been perfect for my next cheese platter. I. Must. Return.

And then it was onto Flour Bakery + Cafe on Clarendon Street where we devoured delicious small sandwiches (lamb, chicken and tomato-mozzarella) and were given Joanne Chang’s famous sticky buns as a parting gift!

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Some of the buns never made it out of the bakery. In fact, John, who said he would never eat a sticky bun, opened his box then parted from the group to “be alone” with his gooey new friend. I told you these people were serious foodies!


Now, picture our sticky, overstuffed herd dodging the body fat-free horde in their Nikes and blue Boston Marathon 2013 pull-overs in Copley Square where a banner screamed, “You Are Awesome.” I like to think the banner was for us, not the thousands of runners who will make it to the Finish Line tomorrow.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” I said, shouldering the slow sightseers. Don’t they know we’re late for our date with a bowl of chowder or a flight of Blue Point oysters at Turner Fisheries????

After bathroom visits by many,GM Kelly Sprouse gave us the 411 on the making of the award-winning chowder. He also provided the recipe, but Audrey said she was told a mystery ingredient –- molasses or maple syrup, she thinks -– was omitted. Only two cooks have ever made the chowder, said the GM. I think someday one of them will crack…

The California contingent bid us all goodbye at Turner Fisheries in order to make their dinner reservation in Cambridge at Cuchi-Cuchi. Seriously.

The rest of us waddled to the tour’s final stop — Asana at the Mandarin Oriental -– where we collapsed on the cushy seats and ordered dessert.image

I rallied from my food coma to order the restaurant’s signature sweet — a deconstructed strawberry shortcake served in a tall glass. There were berries, cream and broken pieces of shortbread, strawberry “caviar” and meringue “antennas.” A shot of strawberry juice was served on the side that Shannon told me to pour into my glass after I shot it down like Gran Patron Platinum. Ah, well…

The Asana dessert, which I didn’t finish, was the last thing I ate on Saturday.  I was so spent by the extreme eating all I wanted when I returned home was a big glass of water — and a look at Boston Foodie Tours’ North End itinerary.

Shaken, Not Stirred at the Shake Shack

We had to attack the Shake Shack. After two weeks of devouring tales of long lines and gushing reviews on Facebook and Twitter, my friend Peggy and I finally war gamed our day around lunch at Chestnut Hill’s hottest new burger joint.

It was a Thursday after 1 p.m., so we didn’t think we’d have to cool our heels outside this over-hyped hamburger hamlet. But we did — for around 15 minutes.

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Peggy spent the time furiously texting and snapping pics to chronicle our trip on Facebook while I stared daggers at the local Lululemon-clad mommies holding up the line with their swish supersized baby carriages. I know they’ll be in Whole Foods later so I got a jumpstart on being judgmental. Damn, I’m hungry.

“I heard in New York, there’s a camera near one of the Shake Shacks so you can see how long the line is,” said the guy behind me to his whiny companion who sounded like she’d rather be water boarded than be standing in a line to sample New York’s latest export.

Where would they put such a camera in Chestnut Hill? Next door at Sports Club/LA? Highly doubtful.

Finally, we get to order. I opted for the ‘Shroom Burger, a veggie option stuffed with cheese ($6.95), while Peggy ordered a classic single ShackBurger ($4.75) . We split a small order of crinkle cut fries ($2.95) and both decided to try the featured Strawberry Lemonade made with real strawberries. We would have gotten Shakes (vanilla malted for me, please), but we both had eyed the new Pinkberry and Treat Cupcake Bar on the way in…

Our lunch at the Shake ShackAs reported, the burgers were tasty, but I thought the fries were outstanding. The lemonades had too much ice in them for $2.95 but you could taste the strawberries. But our real bitch about the place: no cell phone service, no wi-fi. Don’t these people know about Instagram????

Post-Shack, Peggy felt the need to show me her new gym, the aforementioned SportsClub/LA that looks like a temple to physical fitness. I’m surprised I was allowed past the desk with Shake Shack on my breath.

During my purchase of a $2.50 bottle of water in the lobby –- boy, something was over-salted — I chatted up a woman who, much to my chagrin, was the gym’s nutritionist.

“I had the ‘Shroom Burger,” I confessed. “It was delicious.”

“Well, it’s fried you know,” she said matter-of-factly.

No, I didn’t know and I think it’s rude of you to mention it as you look at me in that judgey way. Only I can do that. (See above.)

“Oh, well, I guess I didn’t realize it as I was devouring French fries as well,” I laughed. “I won’t be having that again.”

Nutritionist Lady just stared at me. She may have been trying to hold down some bile.

Where the hell is Peggy?

After a trip through the luxe locker rooms and onto the floor packed with machines –- some rather scary looking — we made our way to the Treat store that thankfully wasn’t open yet. (The conspiracy theorist in me thinks the nutritionist called down and told the staff to lock the door and hide.)

Next door, a new Pinkberry associate told us the store didn’t open until tomorrow morning at 10, but feel free to come by tonight between 6 and 9 for free frozen yogurt.

And stand in another line? I’ll pass.


Auntie went a little cuckoo with the coconut for the kids! #easter #cupcakes (at home)

New York Times’ Easter Fruit Bread hot from the oven! #easter #bread (at home)

Julia Child’s Mousse au Chocolat! #easterdesserts (at home)

Easter = Italian Ham + Cheese Pie

My great aunt Rose Ciampi Russo, mother of five, aunt to hundreds, will always be known for her ham and cheese pie at Easter. I have no clue how many she baked, but it had to be dozens. Thankfully, one or two always found there way up the street to my grandparents’ house where we converged for Easter weekend.

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Usually, my family arrived in Portland, Maine on Good Friday night. And that meant staring at the room temperature pie sitting on Grammie’s kitchen table until 12:01 a.m. when the adults cut “just a little sliver” before going to bed. I savored my piece in the morning at breakfast while my brother and little cousins awaited Grampie’s return from Tony’s Donuts.

Besides, my mother freaked if she saw her chubby daughter eating a doughnut, but somehow Aunt Rose Down the Street’s Ham and Cheese Pie — that’s what we call it — was a healthier option. Years later, we discovered that Tony was frying his doughnuts in lard, so maybe Ma was onto something!

My aunt, a most generous soul, has passed but thankfully she left behind her recipe for the pie which I have made every Easter for at least a decade. It’s hardly gourmet —layers of domestic boiled ham, provolone cheese and mozzarella with a mixture of eggs, ground black pepper and grated parmesan poured over then baked.
Some Italians call it “pizzagaina.” In fact, if you Google “Easter Ham and Cheese Pie” there are hundreds of recipes out there, some with three or four different meats, different cheeses even sliced hard-boiled eggs. But my family prefers the Aunt Rose recipe. And I wouldn’t dare change it.
AUNT ROSE’S EASTER HAM AND CHEESE PIE
For the CRUST:
4 large eggs
½ c. vegetable oil
1 t. black pepper
3 T. Parmesan cheese, grated
1/3 c. milk
1 t. baking powder
2 c. all-purpose flour (may need 1 c. more)
Beat the eggs and oil. Add the rest of the ingredients except the flour. Continue to mix. Add the flour in three stages until mixed well until you have a soft dough. 
Form into four equal-size balls. Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes then roll out like you would for piecrust. Place two of the rolled out doughs into two buttered regular size aluminum pie plates or cake pans.
For the FILLING:
1 lb. of domestic boiled ham, sliced
½ lb. provolone, sliced
½ lb. mozzarella, sliced
4 or 5 large eggs (depending on the pie plate)
3 T. Parmesan cheese, grated
½ t. to 1 t. ground black pepper
Layer the ham and cheese in the two prepared pie plates — at least two layers (but I like at least three or four).
Sprinkle black pepper and parmesan into a bowl with the eggs. Beat and pour over layers.
(NOTE: According to my cousin, Aunt Rose put a few pea-size drops of Crisco onto the top of the mixture to help the eggs cook if the ham isn’t that fatty.)
Put the top layer of dough over each pie and make little cuts like you would with an apple pie.
Bake in a 350-degree oven for 1 hour, but keep checking on the pies. If the pies begin to puff up, stick a knife into the cuts to let the air out. If the pies start to get too brown, drop the heat to 300 degrees or put a piece of aluminum foil over the top.
After the pies are done, cool them to room temperature before serving.
Serves 16…allegedly.