Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Celebrating Zach’s Birthday: Gluten Free French Apple Tart

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Exactly a dozen years ago today, on a soupy-fluffernutter-foggy dawn we were driving south on Interstate 5 to the city of Angels to meet our first grandchild who was busy laboring his way into this world.  Each passing year has brought new surprises as he grows up.  There were the music years (still going strong) when he wanted to play bass fiddle like his dad and got a ½ sized cello so he could reach the top of the neck.  He was three.  Then there were the magical Lego years followed by a leap into food prep and cooking.

When he was ten years old I received a one-line email from our boy of few words.  He wanted a recipe for apple strudel.  I never did get a clear idea of why he was asking but it was intriguing enough that I was sure we had a new generation of pastry baker in the family.  I sent him some ideas and a few cookbooks aimed at his age.   But none of those really come close to describing how to create old fashioned strudel.

Someday I will teach the boy how to roll strudel dough like his great-grandmother did – so that you can almost see through it.  But for today, I just want to wish him a very happy first dozen-years birthday and it seems fitting to share a recipe that I know he can make.
I’m hoping that he finds dough making fun.  It is one of those things that you learn over time if you are game.  It is not rocket science (although there are food chemists who would argue that it is indeed, science) It is more about tinkering and getting to know the feel of dough.

With a little experience it comes together by look and feel more than any measurement.  Adjustments are made as it goes along and you hope for the best and anticipate for the not so best.  Practice.  I can certainly say I’ve thrown out my share of dough-wrecks along the way.

But this recipe is pretty easy and goes together in no time at all.  The hard part is getting someone else (and that is what little brothers are for) to peel the apples.  Once you have all your ingredients on hand, just get going and in about 15 minutes it is ready for the oven.
Happy birthday to Zach and here’s to many dozens more!
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Zach’s Gluten Free French Apple Tart
  • 2 cups total of gluten free flours and starches
  • ½  teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon sugar
  • 2 tablespoons very cold vegetable shortening
  • 2 tablespoons very cold cream cheese
  • 10 tablespoons icy cold butter
  • 1 large egg
  • About ½ cup ice cold water
  • 5 tart apples, peeled, cored and cut into thin slices
  • About 1/3 cup sugar
  • Raspberry or apricot jam flavored with liquor or almond flavoring
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Cut a piece of parchment paper to fit the size of your baking sheet (the baking sheet should have sides).

Mix together flour(s), salt, sugar in a food processor and pulse a couple of times to mix it up well.  Cut the shortening, cream cheese and butter into small cubes and drop in.  Pulse about 10 times until the mixture looks like large peas.  Through the top chute, pour in about ¼ cup of ice water and pulse a few times until the dough gathers into a ball.  Stop as soon as it does.  Add more water as needed to get it do to that.

Using the piece of cut parchment, drop the dough onto it and pat with a little bit of flour if too sticky.  Using a 2nd piece of parchment or plastic wrap – roll the dough to about 10×14 inches.  Gently pull off the plastic wrap or parchment from the top.  Take the edges and roll them up slightly so it almost resembles a pizza.

Place the cut apples in a pattern, overlapping them.  Use as many as you can.  More is good.  Sprinkle the sugar all over the top.
Bake at 400 for 20 minutes.  Rotate the baking sheet and turn the oven to 375.  Bake about 25 minutes more or until the apples are browning, the crust is very golden and the sugar is caramelized somewhat.
Mix the jam (heat it slightly and strain) with the flavoring(s) and brush over the top.
Cool and using an offset spatula, carefully slide it between the crust and parchment to loosen the tart before it is totally cold.  Serve slightly warm with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream if you wish.

Notes: If you are 12 years old, you will need help from your mom using the food processor and the hot oven.  But since I gave your mom a food processor once upon a time, this should be a cinch, especially if she remembers to use pot holders!
I like a mixture of brown rice flour, gluten free oat flour and white rice flour with potato starch.
And with thanks to the ever wonderful Ina Garten and her most excellent French Apple Tart recipe which we gently modified.

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I love both the story and the recipe. The picture is adorable too. Thank you. Ina is one of my favorites. -R-
That has got to be one of cutest pictures ever! You wonder why he wants to learn to bake? He is going to get any woman he wants by setting a warm plate of apple tart in front of her. Why, if I was forty years younger.....
He is a handsome fellow and with you as his cooking instructor, he'll soon be an accomplished baker as well!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Just Another Day in Paradise (lost post, Paris)

MAY 25, 2010 12:43AM

And Then There Was Paris

Rate: 14


It was accidental tourism with a twist.  Before the ink was dry on the new employment contract, there was a surprise order issued from the boss; a mandatory three month business trip to Paris.  Paris, France, that is.  Our bags packed, we were on that plane before anyone could change their minds, finally arriving in France 9 hours ahead of when we left. 
With only a GPS stuck on French, with the surly-Frenchman-ranting-directions-between-cigarette-puffs, somehow we still managed to drive through the heart of Paris directly to our destination.  We motored past L’Opera, Place de la Madeleine, Place de la Concorde, Le Louvre, and La Tour Eiffel in the distance.  More accidental luck got us through all those crazy one-way streets to our apartment; espresso, croissants and the fact that it was Sunday, 6AM helped.
The apartment in the 8th arrondissement, close to L’Opera was the size of postage stamp.  We quickly became accustomed to water closets and a minature kitchen.  The two story tall window looked out over a cobblestone street.   On the corner of Rue Joubert and Rue de Caumartin, we faced the beautiful Saint Louis d´Antin, a church built about 1775.  The other end of our narrow Rue, opposite from the church, hosted very friendly street-walkers all hours of the day and night.  
We were steps from a Monoprix; think Safeway on steroids.  Just 245 steps away was Lafayette Gourmet.  We could see Le Primtemps from our window.  We were a short metro ride to the magnificent Bon Marche La Grande Epicerie.   Think department stores with soul, fanciful socks and food.
The first week we’d eaten our way through almost every patisserie and brassiere nearby, and had explored each of the magnificent stores and their gourmet food offerings.  Yet, for some inexplicable reason I wanted a burger. Our first meal where that was possible was in the rotunda at Printemps under the art nouveau dome (right).  Tartare de boeuf préparé minute, et pommes frites. I used my terrible French to order what I thought was a rare hamburger and pommes frites.  I asked for it medium rare, but I think that was lost in translation.  I probably requested extra aioli. 
The waiter reappeared way too quickly, danced over and swiveled the plate in front of me.  I forgot all of the French I knew and said something like holy (bad word here).  Did you forget to cook the thing?  In front of me was a burger patty all right.  It was agreeably huge and very much raw.  Not rare.  Just raw.  Nicely garnished, with a fabulous side of pommes frites and yes, extra aioli, it was still a pile of raw meat. 
It was a popular choice as I looked around at all the other impeccably dressed diners, happily eating raw ground beef.  The only reasonable thing was to do what any mildly homesick person would do at that point; cry.   Fortunately my dining companion, more fluent than I, explained that I was an American idiot.  With apologies to the chef, could they warm cook the boeuf more than a minute?  Perhaps even 5 minutes, si vous plait.
With that humiliating experience behind me, we explored the humble offerings from the Monoprix, which were by comparison to our groceries, anything but humble.  Just the cheese selection alone would make Safeway blush.  Next to three thousand types of yogurt there were desserts: flan, floating island things, custards, pots de crème, and more.   
Swoon-worthy might not be strong enough to describe that taste and texture of what might be described as French cottage cheese; fromage blanc.  It was not cottage cheese by which we measure cheese curd.  It was something altogether different.  Close to the texture of Greek yogurt.  Not sweet, yet sublime enough to eat with fresh berries or fruit, along with a drizzle of honey.
Every evening we ate fromage blanc and berries.  The berries in France are smaller and sweeter.  No genetic modification that makes them huge and tasteless there.  You can actually see them rotting over the course of a day.  They will look perfect in the morning and by evening you know that they will not last the night. 
Three months later, back home we searched, finding a couple of specialty dairies that made fromage blanc, or called it that.  They are not the real deal.
Finally,voila! The source is New England Cheese Making Company.  It worked so well that we ate the first batch in just two days.  It is ridiculously easy to make and costs pennies compared to the boutique brands that are sold here – that don’t even get it right.  Make this, and you will take a tiny virtual trip in a bowl to France with every bite.
You can buy the starter here and cheesecloth here.
  Fromage Blanc with Summer Berries

Ingredients
  • 1 Gallon of whole milk (organic is best)
  • 1 packet of fromage blanc starter
Directions
Heat up milk in a large pot to about 80-86 degrees.  Immeidately stir in starter, off heat until dissolved.  Cover and let sit for about 14 hours on the stove top or counter.
Line a large colander with cheesecloth.  Set a large bowl under colander.  Spoon mixture into the colander and cover with a lid.  Refrigerate and drain about 4 hours, but no more than 6.
Pour into a large bowl and whisk until smooth.  Add some liquid (whey) if it seems dry.  Should resemble the consistency of firm yogurt.
Cover and refrigerate.  Makes a generous quart or more. 
Notes:  Buy organic milk, if possible.  It makes a difference.  Use whole or 2% but not nonfat.  It is also forgiving if you get the timing off.  The finished product only ages gracefully in the refrigerator so you have a good 2 weeks to consume what you make, but it won’t last that long. 
Bon appétit

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I am going to make the berry thing right now! I love Paris and all that it has and means. Great Post!
If I were ordered to Paris for three months.... I think I could bear it. =o) Assuming of course, that I'd suddenly been hired for a much better paying job than my current one. That fromage blanc looks delicieux , ma chere.
I remember my first glimpse of a Paris restaurant full of people eating Tartare de boeuf - I still say " ick" to that one!

I don't do cows milk, but I am wondering if the fromage blanc starter would work with goats milk? That would make my day - I miss out on all the creamy stuff.
Paris is a very powerful word in this household. Merci beaucoup.
Lovely!! One day I will go - and I'll have the fromage blanc like Lulu said I must! I've made cheese, but only the fresh types that don't require a starter. When things get back to normal here workwise, I'll look up that cheese company. (Have you read David Lebovitz's blog? It's French-swoony.)
back to the feed. anyone hungry?
I marvel this isn't on the cover, where it should be, and guest chef over on big Salon. Here's to more berries and Paris for the rest of us. Great article, Lisa.
MMMMMMMmmmmmmm yumm! Starts off with a travelogue truly inciting jealousy. Ends off with fromage blanc + berrie! My growling stomach thanks you!
Dave - thank you so much, and enjoy!

Shiral - it was a pretty great surprise. we couldn't pack fast enough.

Melissa - I bet it would be great. Email the cheese people. They know everything cheese. I love those guys.

Kathy - ours, too!

Bell - I have not, but will. Thanks!

Kathy - now that would make my day : )

Connie - thanks! I embarrassed myself regularly there, but we ate well.
in my bag, going home, i smuggled buerre, real butter. it was so worth it.
smoooooooooooch!

hey everyone -- thanks to L&P, I now make my own fromage blanc at home :) she is pure genius!
Oooo, I just checked out the cheese making website! I have always wanted to make my own goat cheese, maybe I actually will.
well isn't this just an odd duck day?

appreciate you guys stopping by. I dedicated a tag to you, Ann. And Melissa - glad they have the goat milk stuff. They have a lot of different things.

dianaani - yeah, we brought home all kinds of stuff, too. no one makes butter like they do!
Odd duck day, indeed. But we'll always have Paris.
Lisa, so delicious ! I will have to try this.
I would love to live in a Paris apartment for 3 months! When we spent a week there two years ago, we stayed in a small hotel in a residential neighborhood, skipped the hotel breakfast for a local market's baguettes, cheese and fruit and loved every minute of it.
l&p, I'm in France right now, and can attest to the quality of the cheeses and berries here. Bon Appetite!
Loved the article...doubt I'll make the cheese, but appreciate the fact you can!
Linda - thank you!

Cranky - I'd take even a week today. I miss the place and the food most of all.

voice - jealousing!

Buffy - it makes a ton - good for a party. and thanks!

And btw, did our editors get kidnapped? or what? ghost-town out there.

Open Salon, Oct 2010, Whitman v. Brown, The Sad Tale

OCTOBER 19, 2010 10:54AM

Hubris v. Humility: Whitman & Brown

Rate: 7
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 Polls show that Brown is gaining ground.  Slightly.  Which means that every vote is critical. 
Attorney General Jerry Brown, at the age of 70, is still a hard working public servant.  At his age he has every right to retire and enjoy these years doing whatever it is that people who have worked long and full productive lives do. 
But instead he is California’s Attorney General.  And before that he served in other public offices.  Brown has spent a lifetime serving California.  As a Californian, whose spouse has long and deep roots in a state filled with transient citizens, we appreciate Brown’s commitment and service.  Is he the perfect candidate?  There are many that argue that he is not.  But on the other hand, he is a candidate with vast experience in the public sector, including as Governor and would walk into that office and immediately begin working on our behalf. 
Meg Whitman is a neophyte.  Since she left the helm at eBay, what has she done that has prepared her for the office of Governor?  Voting?  Whitman’s backers picked a candidate that represented their interests which include wealth, lower taxes for wealthier people, less regulation for business and getting rid of one of the most important (yet imperfect )green laws, AB32.   The bottom line?  This group likes to keep their own checkbooks fat and happy.  They actually only care about governance as it relates to their personal best interests, not that of a huge populous that makes far less money than they do.
Whitman brings to the table the ability to learn, to memorize and to prepare for debates and public speaking.  We all know she has improved mightily in that regard since she first announced her candidacy and ran away from reporters.  She is still on a short leash, though, by her handlers given her remarks to the San Jose Mercury News editorial board when she compared Fresno to Detroit. 
Here’s the thing about Whitman that irks many.  She never apologizes for missteps that are her own doing.  Let’s review.  First up was the voting record – she did a half-caf decaf apology adding that she was very busy with a career and motherhood as reasons contributing why she didn’t vote.  Then there was (and is) her lack of understanding of the CA constitution.  Sure, it is long and boring reading, but if I were running for office, I would think that it would be primary reading material with a few scholars tossed in for good measure and debate.   But when Whitman enthusiastically came up with her “legislative teams” plan, it was clear she missed that chapter on government.
During the domino economy fail was her friend and colleague, Goldman Sachs et al.  Turns out there were nefarious dealings with GS that once again, Whitman never apologized for or explained.   GS and eBay.  GS and Whitman on the board.  GS and Whitman gaining millions from short deals.   Certainly, wealth has to be managed, but here’s a guess there are actually good fund managers out there with scruples.
And more recently, the Nicky Diaz deal – nannygate, which has gone awfully quiet.  But no matter.  She publicly hung the young woman out to dry.  Once again, Whitman had an opportunity to relate to the commoner in her (imaginary) constituency who does hire service workers for say, housecleaning or lawn service.  It is almost mandatory in many CA zip codes to hire for these services.  And many undoubtedly hire illegal immigrants without ever knowing.   All Whitman had to do was to step up and be human to the person who served her family’s needs for almost a decade.  But instead she dismissed her as pawn and didn’t apologize for not treating the woman as a human being at the end of her employment, instead firing her and offering no assistance.  Whether Whitman knew about her status or not is almost irrelevant. 
The lesson of who Governor Whitman would be is in the treatment of Nicky Diaz.  It is also in the treatment of her employee at eBay who sued after being pushed by Whitman.   You actually don’t get a settlement from a company unless there is some smattering of truth to the issue; General Counsel’s would not advise a settlement unless they saw some serious damage to the corporation.  
Do not underestimate the machine that tows around candidate Whitman.  It is powerful and wants the reigns of the state back into its hands.  It is sorely disappointed in Governor Ahnold and wants another chance to rule from the sidelines with a candidate that will do their bidding.  And that candidate is neophyte Meg Whitman.
It takes a whole lot of hubris to be Meg Whitman.  
A whole lot of hubris.

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Everything I read about Whitman is frightening. It would be interesting to watch as a "story" if the outcome wasn't so important and far-reaching. From Florida...my prayers are with you.
Brava, people have to vote in California. This idiocy of having the amateurs running our government is finished.
Whitman couldn't govern her way out of a brown paper bag while facing the open end. The trouble is, she thinks she CAN.
But I'm definitely giving Jerry Brown another go.
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Open Salon, Sept 2010, Whitman & the SJ Merc

SEPTEMBER 26, 2010 5:35PM

Meg Whitman's Unfortunate Editorial Board Adventure: Fresno v. Detroit

Rate: 11

Meg Whitman stuck her fashionable, yet practical stiletto (ok, pump) in her mouth yet again.  This week she compared the economic plight of Fresno to Detroit.  That's right.  Fresno, where they grow almonds and make lots of raisins is what she compared to Detroit, that bigger city on a Great Lake where they pretty much grow shipyards, auto plants, and Motown, once upon a time.
 
And how did Candidate Whitman lose her shoe this time?  Through a time honored tradition, candidates meet with various newspaper editorial boards for interviews as the election nears.  Editorial boards then sum up the meeting and give a thumbs up or down to the candidate.

Candidate Whitman's editorial adventure with the San Jose Merc did not go well.   Meeting with the editorial board of the San Jose Mercury News she began the conversation saying that Fresno was as awful as Detroit.  Really?

When asked to clarify, Candidate Whitman shoveled a little deeper.
"Fresno looks worse than Detroit. It's awful." She acknowledged it didn't go over well, and explained, "I made a comparison between Fresno and Detroit. It wasn't all that well received but what I was trying to say, what I meant to say, what was absolutely imbedded in those remarks is that it is not acceptable Detroit has a lower unemployment rate than Fresno."

But let's add a little logic to that simplistic comparison of "awful" made by Whitman.  Numbers are not always equally significant.   Fresno has a population of about 500K while Detroit's numbers are approaching 1M.  That 15% unemployment in Fresno and 14% unemployment in Detroit actually makes the automobile city's suffering much more "awful" (using the  Whitman awful-scale) based on real numbers of people out of work.  And a bright 5th grader might know that each city's various industries are not similar, the unemployed worker profiles are vastly different, and the overall recovery patterns would not be nearly the same. 

And just for fun, let’s help out Candidate Whitman with a few more relevant facts.

Fresno is steeped in California history as part of the gold rush and early railroad industry. But since it is in central valley, on the edge of the mountains, it also still serves as a great farming and orchard community; cotton, grapes, almonds and more are grown around Fresno.  Fresno is the world capital for raisins. About 60% of the world’s raisins are grown there and provide the majority of raisins sold in the United States. The largest employer in Fresno? The IRS.

Detroit?  It began as a flour milling town and moved into copper (you know, like gold only copper). And then there were the shipyards and ship repair, being not landlocked like that other city, Fresno. A big machine industry town, Detroit evolved into something we all think about when we think of Detroit; Motown and Gladys Knight.  Oh, and automobiles, too, as in General Motors and Henry Ford.

So much alike are these two cities, it is hard to tell where one begins and the other one ends.

While campaigning in the city of Fresno, Whitman was accompanied by Bobby Jindal, whom she calls a role model.  That would Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal, Rhodes Scholar and exorcist, who thinks creationism is great science; accompanying would-be CA Governor Meg Whitman, a Harvard Business School graduate who only began voting in 2002 and was the boss of Mr. Potato Head for a number of years. 

Is Meg Whitman smarter than a 5th grader?  You decide.

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I'd like to see her explain The Great Compromise before I decide...but yeah, I've pretty much decided.
Shoot me, but I LOVE hearing when this woman makes an idiot of herself! Keep it up Meg. Why settle for Jindal, when you could be your party's next George W. Bush of the Verbal Bloopers?

Jindal a role model? Run awaaaaaay!
What's with Jindal in that photo? Does he have stubble?

I guess he's trying to convince everyone he's really a man.

But, yeah, when I think of cities where things are as bad as Detroit, I often think of Fresno.
I cringe at these idiot women candidates. They are an embarrassment to my gender. We are finally gaining political visibility, and where are the examples of female intelligence and integrity? If I was a conspiracy theorist, I might believe Meg and Sarah and that O'Donnell woman are part of a secret plot paid for by old white right wing men to destroy gains made by feminism.
Great. I'm originally from Detroit and I've been to Fresno too and I can assure you that Fresno is no Detroit -whatever that means. Whitman strikes me as another out-of-touch idiot. And it is confirmed with her tag-along-from the Bayou. Whitman and Jindal. Star power for sure. Good luck out there in California.
Heehee! Whitman is nuts. Fresno is much more like Cleveland than Detroit. Maybe she would outsource Fresno's jobs to Detroit if elected. She obviously also thinks that being Governor of Cali is like being CEO of HP. See the logic?
I hope she pisses away another 100 mil and still loses. At least she would be doing something to stimulate the economy that way.
If she wanted to do something positive, she should have given all that campaign money to the schools like Zuckerberg did and kept her nose out of politics.
can't wait for the debate. I'm hoping she follows in the footsteps of Jan Brewer - but that would happen only if the questions go off into unprepared territory. she is not known for public speaking ability on the fly unlike Brown who has tons of practice.
Excellent! The sad thing is I bet she will carry the county simply because she is a Republican.
I really am between a rock and hard place though.
The Democratic party keep bashing people like me.
But what am I going to do? Vote Republican?
When I was young and naive, I would register as a Dem and vote 3rd party where applicable. Now I know no 3rd party candidate has a chance in hell of making it into office.
However wasn't there Senator Alquist? didn't he run and hold several terms as an Independent? Men like him were rare then and nonexistent now.
the inner city of detroit, when i was a boy there in the 50's, had 2.5 million people. it was the 5th largest city in the country. today it is estimated to have 500,000 at best. they have begun to plant corn in the empty fields. if you don't know what happened in detroit, you don't know the most tragic story of a city in this country since WWII. I've written a book about it nobody wants to publish.

What does that tell you? It tells me Whitman ain't the only one.

Open Salon, Sept 2010, Recipe: Chopped Salad

SEPTEMBER 21, 2010 12:16AM

School Night Chopped Salad

Rate: 5
It isn't like when we were kids and the streets were jammed with marauding school children swarming down the sidewalks, metal lunch boxes in hand, dressed in new clothes heading for the first day of classes.
These days the first sign that school is truly back in business around here is the monumental traffic jam early in the morning.  Lining up to spit out the kids are the mini vans, giant SUVs, and the ever more present limousine and Bentley, though the schools do ask parents to refrain from the delivering children in the latter. 
By the time I arrive, the coffee shop is packed with moms (and some dads) who have finished the morning drop-off and gym routine and are taking a java break before speeding off to the next errand.
My favorite coffee hangout, which always does a brisk business caffeinating the Geek Squad around here, is regularly jammed after school begins.  There are no solo tables available from 8AM to 10:00AM and everyone shares space. 
Recently hearing a collective murmur of “what’s for dinner” I replied with some smarty pants remark like ask Martha Stewart.   Forty one eyeballs (someone had an eye patch) turned to me and I’d be dust if those glares were lasers.  I never did that again – but I was ready the next time to win friends and influence mothers.
This time when they got around to the predictable dinner discussion, I said to no one and everyone, chopped salad with chicken.  This time, no eyeballs turned to laser me into dust and eye-patch-mom was fully functional again.  One cup of coffee later, I heard conversations around me mention salad fixings and that Trader Joe’s sells things already chopped, even the chicken.  I was not exactly winning friends, but I was influencing people.  One out of two isn’t bad that early in the morning.
Let’s try it here. 
What’s for dinner? 
How about chopped salad with chicken?  And don’t go buy those veggies already chopped – it is easier and less expensive to do it yourself on the weekend.  Roast a chicken on Sunday, chop up most of the veggies at the same time (after the farmer's market sojourn) and you can have dinner ready for Monday, a side dish on Tuesday and lunch on Wednesday.  That leaves only two more weekdays to worry about and that my friends, is success for a very busy household. 
Chopped salad used to be that oddity on the menu which usually meant the end of the ice berg lettuce with bits of tomato tossed in for color, and everything swimming in a sea of bottled Italian dressing.  No more.  These days chopped salad is making an improved appearance everywhere.   
There is a chopped salad that I wait for each springtime at a favorite restaurant and hope that it is on the menu once the early spring vegetables have hit the market.  It has a tiny bit of dill, some of those first baby peas that are actually green and sweet, some freshly blanched fava beans, and all kinds of other goodies.  Once I see it on the menu, I hit the farmer’s market or the best grocer’s produce section and buy a smattering of all the newly minted goodies. 
But other times of year I still crave a good chopped salad so we go with what’s ripe and local.  Sometimes we will have tiny pieces of freshly roasted beets, a little bit of blanched chard, and other times, just a variety of peppers, tomatoes, artichokes hearts, avocado, cukes, and herbs along with the freshly chopped varietal greens which always include nutty arugula, baby spinach and anything else that is fresh. 
Add in a little bit of leftover chopped roasted chicken and some hearty provolone or fresh mozzarella cheese sprinkled with grated asiago and it’s a meal.  A very pretty and very filling meal.
The key is to find stuff that is in season and local which is always cheaper, fresher, and way better tasting.  Take a walk around the weekend Farmer's Market to see what is in season right now.  Avoid produce from the grocery that is trucked from far away, if you can, because it is picked for shipping, not flavor or freshness.
Dressing?  Just a little bit goes a long way.  You want it to dress up the chopped stuff, not drown it.  I’d recommend your favorite homemade or artisanal vinaigrette.  Add an extra drizzle of your most special olive oil over the top and a smattering of freshly ground pepper and et voila! 
I'm patient.  Perhaps soon, instead of the dinner murmurs at the coffee shop, someone will start a conversation about dessert.  I have 750 different ways to mention chocolate.

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Chopped Salad with Chicken


(Suggested) Ingredients
  • 1.5 to 2 cups of finely chopped leftover roasted chicken
  • 12 cups of mixed greens moderately chopped into ½ inch dice
  • Fresh or roasted red pepper ¼ inch dice
  • 1 cucumber ¼ dice (no seeds)
  • 2 tomatoes chopped (seed them) ¼ inch dice
  • 1 carrot peeled and ¼ inch diced
  • Jar of artichoke hearts cut into ¼ inch dice
  • 1 cup of cheese ¼ inch dice
  • 2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh dill
  • Sprinkle of fresh thyme
  • Other favorite veggies, either ¼ inch diced or finely chopped
Directions
Prepare the chopped items and store overnight in the refrigerator separately (if you are working ahead).  To assemble, drop everything into a huge bowl and give it a good toss.  Add in tiny amounts of the vinaigrette until the salad just slightly glistens. 
Portion out four hungry person servings (or more not so hungry person servings) and add a sprinkle of grated cheese, a splash of really good olive oil and a dash of freshly ground pepper.  Croutons are nice but not mandatory.

Optional (diced) items
  • Charcuterie
  • Hardboiled egg
  • Other cheeses (goat cheese is great)
  • Cured olives
  • Other herbs
  • apple or pear
  • nuts
  • dried fruit


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41 eyeballs. Yes, don't buy the veggies pre cut.
I want this RIGHT NOW. I LOVE salad, and this is just different enough from my "everyday" chopped to send me flying to the farm stand. Yum!
We eat chopped salad more nights than I care to admit. Especially if I have some jars of soup in the fridge. Soup. Salad. Soup. Salad. What!!?? You're complaining???! Actually no one complains...I just get defensive if we do soup and salad too many days in a row!
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Open Salon, Aug 2010, Dogs Never Give Up

AUGUST 13, 2010 12:54AM

The Art of Never Quitting or Go! Dog! Go!

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PhotobucketWhile Mr. Slater was sliding down that chute to unemployment and jail, Lulu and Phoebe were busy doing the opposite.  They dramatically reenact what might be in store for Mr. Slater (r).  But in the meantime, they also demonstrate the rewards of pushing through when the going gets tough.
These cleverly designed puzzles are the mental equivalent of taking the dog on a five mile hike or playing Frisbee until everyone collapses and needs a beer.  Like humans, learning for dogs is as individual as it comes.  Watching two different dogs work through the puzzle is exactly the same as watching two human siblings play poker.  One will always be a shark and the other will never be able to manage a poker face.
Lulu, while working that little tiny apricot sized brain, will delicately and deliberately work the puzzle until every last morsel is obtained and then she is sure we've hidden more.
Phoebe, with a head twice the size of Lulu, but a brain the size of a purple grape, will use the kill instinct to get through the puzzle; like a tiny gentle giant, she tries to slam the thing around to see what falls out.  Eventually she wins, but you can see that she has not one clue why.  Doesn't matter to her, because she will never ever give up.
You might say, in fact, that these guys are the anti-Slater-ites.  As a human who can find many excuses to quit, give up, or walk away, these two have been an oasis in why giving up is most times stupid.  The best rewards are often the very ones that seem unobtainable; in fact, the interminable unemployment is finally over.
My new motto; Go! Dog! Go! applies to more than just a dog with a silly hat.

Lulu does Twister
 
Phoebe kills Twister


Comments

i'm a lucy but i sure know a lot of phoebes. we all make the world go 'round. adorable critters.
Can't help visualizing how my 3 kids would complete the puzzle. I'd guess one Phoebe and two Lulus.
I've got one Lulu and one Phoebe and two knuckleheads. Oh, and four dogs! (I like to think I'm the Lulu.)