A few simple meals

1. Orecchiette with garbanzos, grape tomatoes, and feta

This pasta salad has gotten raves at every dinner party, bbq, or work function I’ve ever taken it to. As my mom said, it’s nice to have a go-to recipe that you can count on to wow people every time. And with just a handful of ingredients—grape tomatoes, feta cheese, green onions, mint, garlic, cilantro, and garbanzo beans—the prep time for this dish is minimal. Served warm it’s great for dinner with a side of greens or portobello mushrooms.

2. Roasted chicken stuffed with feta and bell pepper, served with roasted potatoes and broccoli

My first stuffed chicken ever! Only seven ingredients in this recipe produce tasty results. Next time I might roast the broccoli and potatoes with whole garlic cloves, since I find an excuse to add garlic to everything.

3. Grilled pizzas topped with grilled green onions, zucchini, and ricotta cheese, served with a radish, cucumber, and arugula salad

This was also the first time I’d grilled pizza dough, and watching it puff up in my grill pan and get perfect sear marks was, as a pizza enthusiast and lover of all-things-dough, very exciting.

Just leave a comment if you’d like any of the recipes!

Plum upside-down cake

So pretty and sweet, you’re guaranteed to want two pieces.

Saturday afternoon felt right for baking and I happened to see some enticing plums at the grocery store, so I revisited this recipe with happy results. Note, my plums were not red-fleshed (or 100% ripe…) so this recipe has the potential to be even more beautiful than pictured.

Upside-down cake is fun. That final moment of flipping the baking dish is nerve-racking and exciting, and when it sucks out of the baking dish and plops onto the plate all glistening and gorgeous—it’s a proud moment.

I used Cooking Light’s recipe, and started by sautéing plums in butter, then adding sugar, cardamom, and a pinch of salt. Once plums are tender, remove them with a slotted spoon and bring the remaining liquid to a boil; reduce until it’s a jammy consistency.

 

 

 

 

Arrange the plums in the bottom of a greased baking dish and pour the reduced plum juice over the plums—let cool. Next, whip up the cake batter with amaretto, pour over plums, and bake for 50 minutes. Top with whipped topping.

 

 

 

I’d like to try pineapple upside-down cake sometime. It’s such a classic, dotted with maraschino cherries; see images from every 50s/60s dinner party ever for reference.

Scenes from the most perfect day

Days off are precious. Four-day weekends are especially precious, and I used a gorgeous Friday off to check out some new things about town. After nearly eight years in Oakland I finally made it to the farmers’ market in Old Oakland, from 8am-2pm on Fridays—a time when I’m usually working. It’s on the smaller side, spanning part of Ninth Street and Washington, but bustling with the downtown work crowd. I picked up beautiful baskets of strawberries, beets, and the sweetest bouquet of pink flowers.

I also finally made it to the printer for an estimate on the cost of printing postcards for a project I’ve been working on, and was delighted at the quality of the color copies on heavy cardstock.

Downtown mural by day/night

And no perfect day is complete without a fresh strawberry margarita…

To create:

Muddle fresh strawberries at the bottom of a glass
In a cocktail shaker, add the juice of 1/2 to 1 lime, cointreau, 1-2 shots of tequila, and several ice cubes
Shake, pour over strawberries, stir and sip

Biscuits and sausage-gravy with hash browns & eggs over easy

Easter brunch at my home yielded a meal that was oh-so-delicious, and oh-so-bad-for-ya. Served with a side of greens this meal might have begun to approach something well-rounded, but we didn’t go that route. This was buttery, sinful, and amazing.

Starting with the biscuits, I used Alton Brown’s recipe (skipping the Crisco and using more butter instead) and doctored it up with pepperjack cheese and green onions. While I mixed the dough and rolled out the biscuits, Josh got to work grating the potatoes for hash browns—then mixing the potato with olive oil and grated jalapeno, salt and pepper, and pressing all the moisture out of the mixture before frying it up.

He browned Italian sausage and then started a roux for gravy—we used flour, butter, milk, and a bit of chicken broth. Salt and pepper to taste: done.

Serve with eggs as you like ‘em, and it’s a bang-up breakfast with southern flair.

The making of a strata

 

 

It’s a breakfast casserole, y’all. We’re talkin’ cheesy, eggy, moist bread all-soaked-in-milk breakfast goodness. I’ve made a few stratas in my day and find the recipes to be kind of hit or miss. What has changed everything though is soaking the bread in the milk mixture rather than just pouring it over the top of the assembled casserole, which I’ve seen a few recipes call for. I also liked this rendition a lot because it called for blending the goat cheese with the egg and milk.

Sourdough bread soaking in egg, milk, goat cheese, thyme, and garlic

Arrange half of bread mixture in baking dish

This is an artichoke heart, goat cheese, mushroom, and roasted red bell pepper strata. It smelled a bit like pizza while cooking. The recipe I used calls for artichoke hearts, goat cheese, and ham, but I made several substitutions for the love of a vegetarian friend. I also did not use the egg-substitute called for in the recipe—I just used real eggs.

Layer with other ingredients: artichoke hearts…

Mushrooms and parmesan cheese…

Roasted red bell pepper…

Top with remaining bread mixture and more cheese

My pal erin hosted brunch this morning, and in addition to the strata we had waffles and roasted asparagus. It was a feast. Her home is incredible, a real urban farm. Her kiddos played with the baby chicks in the coop and we visited with the chickens, the dog, and the lone turkey out back, and she sent me home with fresh eggs—straight from the farm to me.

Blueberry-apple pie, garlicky kale spaghetti with cheesy broiled tomatoes, and a bit of respite

This weekend has been a vitamin-D fest, in January, which is worrisome, but I’m thankful for the sunshine nonetheless. Yesterday brought my neighbor Holly and I to the lake with a blanket and books for sketching and reading, and we shed layers and soaked up sun, and my sunglasses made of zebrawood actually started to release this earthy wooden fragrance as they warmed. It was perfect.

There’s something about the first really good sun after a string of cold wintry days. I always feel like my skin is ice blue—absolutely translucent after being covered up for weeks at a time. And this is California for pete’s sake. I can’t imagine how joyful summery days must feel after a winter in Minnesota.

This morning at the Jack London Square farmers’ market I dozed on a bench in the sun, read some Bukowski, looked across the water to Alameda and watched the dragon boat rowers workin’ up a sweat. Then I picked out apples for a blueberry-apple pie. Since there aren’t many fruit options available right now, I thought it might be the best combination for the season. Later this afternoon I thought of pear-blueberry pie, but it will have to wait for another time.

I mixed and refrigerated a batch of dough using this recipe, and if you’re like me you might consider peeling apples in your lap while drinking a beer and watching Friday Night Lights…

I tried my first attempt at a lattice crust ever (don’t look too closely at it) and the pie turned out like this:

And for dinner I combined two different recipes (onetwo) pulled from Real Simple a while back, and made a garlicky kale pasta with cheesy broiled tomatoes.

It went like this:

Sauté onion and garlic until lightly browned, then add crushed red pepper and 1 bunch of kale torn into bite sized pieces. Sauté until the kale is tender.

While the spaghetti noodles are boiling, slice and prepare beefsteak or heirloom tomatoes. Arrange tomato rounds on a broiling pan, sprinkle with salt and pepper, a slice of mozzarella cheese, and a little sprinkling of parmesan cheese. Broil the tomatoes for about 3-5 minutes until the cheese is golden.

Once the pasta and tomatoes are ready, toss the noodles with olive oil, the kale and garlic mixture, salt and pepper, and serve with the broiled tomatoes on top and an extra sprinkling of cheese, if desired.

And someone is playing the harmonica on the porch next door as I write this. I ❤ my home.

Quinoa with chickpeas, grape tomatoes, feta, and avocado

It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve cooked anything. I’ve been absolutely drowning in work. But, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and, with a bit of breathing room tonight, I made a quinoa (pronounced keen-wah, to my knowledge) dish that serves well as a light dinner or it can be packed up for lunch to-go.

A few weeks ago I helped make a lamb curry served over quinoa, and I was surprised at how quickly it cooked. For some reason I thought this grain required the same amount of cooking time as rice, but quinoa cooks up in about 15 minutes.

Warning. These tomatoes were not locally grown…I just had such a craving fer tuhmaters.

I started by bringing 1 cup quinoa and 2 cups water to a boil, then added chopped zucchini to cook with the grain. While that was simmering, I diced grape tomatoes, chopped parsley, avocado, and sliced a lemon.

Once the quinoa had cooked, absorbing all the water in the pot, I tossed it with tomatoes, parsley, chickpeas, feta cheese, salt and pepper, and then squeezed a quarter of a lemon over everything. To serve, I added the avocado on top and an extra sprinkling of feta.

I thought walnuts would be a great addition to this dish—a nutty flavor to contrast with the cheese and the bite of the lemon—but I didn’t have any on hand, unfortunately.

And, in case you haven’t noticed by now…I put avocado on everything.

Chicken tortilla soup with avocado and jalapeno

This soup will wow your ever-livin’ pants off, guaranteed. My friend Kumi made a chicken tortilla soup for dinner Friday night so delicious that I wanted to enjoy it again immediately. So I attempted to recreate her recipe with a few tweaks of my own. She rattled off some of the ingredients to me after dinner as a reminder—her soup had chicken, diced zucchini and carrot, corn, tomatoes, onion, and garlic, and she served it with cilantro, diced avocado, and sliced jalapenos for garnish.

To her recipe I added just a few other ingredients that sounded good to me: black beans, lime, and jack cheese.

To start, I diced the onion, carrot, and zucchini. I sautéed the onion and carrot until tender, added the garlic and cooked until fragrant. Next I added chicken broth, black beans, and whole peeled tomatoes, chopped in half. I brought the broth mixture to a boil, added zucchini, corn, and several chicken breasts, and simmered on low about 20 minutes until the chicken was thoroughly cooked and the zucchini was tender.

Note the very patient kitty keeping me company while I worked:

Ernie. Cat with nose finely attuned to good smells from the kitchen.

Next I toasted a few tortillas, removed the chicken breasts from the pot, and shredded the chicken and set it aside.

To serve, I added chicken and tortilla strips (I just tore them up by hand) to the bottom of a bowl. I poured a few ladles of the soup over the chicken and tortilla, and garnished with greenery and fresh lime. The jalapenos and lime add a nice kick while the avocados and tortillas become velvety and delicious.

Top with the cheese of your choice and you’ve got a winner on your hands. I didn’t measure anything as I chopped, but this potentially makes a big stockpot full of soup so you’ll have plenty of leftovers.

Cranky-as-hell cookies AKA Chocolate nutella cookies with hazelnuts

Jeannie and I were talking about the movie Waitress recently and how every pie the character Jenna makes in the movie has a funny name like bad baby pie, or, baby screaming its head off in the middle of the night and ruining my life pie. And, who could forget, I can’t have no affair because it’s wrong and I don’t want Earl to kill me pie.

In this spirit, after a long and tiring day Tuesday I made a batch of cranky-as-hell cookies in the name of a very good cause. My company had a holiday bake sale on Thursday (we raised over $500!), and all proceeds are being donated to the Alameda County Community Food Bank.

These cookies aren’t especially pretty, but they do taste darn good. With chopped hazelnuts, chocolate chips, and nutella, it’s a decadent cookie. For the full recipe, click here.

Misshapen scoops of dough turned into…

…oddly shaped cookies!

And since we’re on the topic of baking, I’d like to share the conversation I had with my folks at dinner Wednesday night:

Mom: You don’t have to worry about what to do when Dad and I pass. We’ve got it all planned out. We’re going to be cremated.

Me: Ok. Where do you want to be scattered?

Dad: At sea!

Me: Really? But you’re not even a boat person.

Dad: Scatter me by the Dream Inn in Santa Cruz.

Mom: I want my ashes to be baked into a cake. And put a lid of marijuana in it too.

Me: (Incredulous) Um…You guys don’t want to be in the same place? Dad’s going to be in Santa Cruz and you want to be in a cake?…No one is going to eat the cake if your ashes are baked into it.

Mom: That’s all right. Just decorate it real pretty.

Me: What do we do with it afterward? Does it just get thrown away?

Mom: Sure, what do I care? I won’t know the difference.

Prosciutto, artichoke heart, & arugula pizza, spinach salad with pomegranate and goat cheese, and cinnamon rolls — a potluck holiday dinner

Alyson, Erin, and I forged a friendship during our years at Mills College when we were all in the Creative Writing program. My earliest memory of Alyson is Spring 2005—she was late to the first meeting of an evening writing workshop and crawled through the window because they’d already locked the front doors to the building. My first memory of Erin is from a writing workshop Fall 2004. She’s the kind of beautiful that makes men so dumbstruck that they lose their words, and when she read one her poems out loud in class I went the same kind of stupid, and looked at her thinking, holy shit, beauty and talent.

Sho’nuff, it’s true what they say—that a Masters program is designed to kill ya—but we got through it all with a lot wine and potluck dinners spent critiquing our poems and prose, talking about men, ill-fitting pants, what-have-you.

This is us then:

One of my most beloved photos on the planet. In this photo we’ve just finished our performances at a slam poetry event. We are thrilled.

This is us now:

Between then and now two babies have been born, jobs have been secured and quitted, boyfriends have been kicked to the curb, we’ve moved to new homes and cities, written novels (nearly finished), started urban farms and gardens, opened etsy shops, urged classrooms of children to be kind and creative, to realize their full potential, and through it all we’ve lent each other a hand, an ear, a kick in the pants. I wear my heart on my sleeve with these ladies and we’ve had a chain of emails ongoing for about seven years now, so they know it all…

In our tradition of potluck meals I hosted a potluck holiday dinner. I was planning to cook a grilled vegetables lasagna, but ended up making pizza instead. The artichoke heart and prosciutto pizza calls for shredded mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and after baking, it’s topped with arugula drizzled with lemon. I didn’t get a picture of the finished pizza with all the toppings and because Alyson is a vegetarian it ended up being a pizza buffet, which was fun. I served the prosciutto on the side, along with butternut squash and bell peppers for adding as desired.

Alyson brought a yummy spinach salad with persimmon, pomegranate seeds, goat cheese, and an oil/vinegar dressing. Erin made cinnamon rolls that were the perfect combination of doughy and crisp. We ate them warm, just out of the oven, with a powdered sugar icing drizzled on top.

Happy holidays, all! I hope you get to share some spectacular meals with loved ones this month.