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Hello Homemade Pierogi (Goodbye, Mrs. T’s)

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I’ve been eating pierogi (pierogies?) since I was a little kid, but this project takes us a far cry from the freezer-burned grocery store packages of days gone by. And though you would need to be a speedier chef than I proved to be to crack out these tasty dumplings in the 60 minutes the recipe suggests, none of the steps are actually all that challenging. The dough is silky and cooperative and everything works just like you’d expect, so while it’s a time commitment, it can be a relaxing afternoon in the kitchen as well. So turn on NPR, make some tea, and have a feast for dinner (just add sauerkraut and sour cream).

I doubled the batch, figuring that if I was going to invest myself in such a production line, I wanted leftovers. Otherwise I followed the instructions just as I found them at King Arthur, boiled and fried them up in some butter and onions, and deemed them delicious.

Note from Rebecca:

Molly beats me to the punch on this topic. Here I was readying my own pierogi missive, passing on a recipe that my cousins obtained from a cooking class at the Strawberry Hill Museum and Cultural Center  in Kansas City, ground zero for my hometown’s Eastern European communities. It’s very similar to the King Arthur version cited, breaking away to tuck the sour cream into the potato filling instead of the dough. Instead, I’ll offer an alternative filling.

SAUERKRAUT FILLING

3 cups sauerkraut, drained

1 small yellow onion, finely chopped

salt and pepper to taste

2 tablespoons butter

Melt butter in pan and sauté onions. Add sauerkraut, salt and pepper. Turn off heat and stir until combined. Cool approximately 30 minutes before filling pierogi.

Note: Crumbled bacon can be added to filling, or sprinkled over cooked pierogi

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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So, the next time I’m standing outside in a snowfall at 8 a.m. staring at the Waverly market mushroom stall and wondering why I want a couple of those reasonably priced boxes of sliced portobellos and shiitakes so much, I must remember this. Basically, if you have dried mushrooms (you know, the ones you bought in Queens in 2006 and always wonder if you should throw out when you re-discover them in the pantry, but then see that chemical pack in the plastic container and know that science prevails!) and, and, oh, right, the point…get a mixed pound of fresh at the market, you can make a half order of this, which will melt all hearts within radius. I always use milk–since cream would require going outside (again!) in the cold–and it’s still super lush. It’s also supper, in under an hour.

Only slightly related: Goodbye, holiday season 2010. It’s time to pack it up…

The Things We Ate (Christmas Edition)

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I was drafting a list of recipes that we tried out over the last week of entertaining to email to the moms, and I thought we might get a conversation going here about the tasty things we ate this holiday. If nothing else, having an index assembled will save some Googling when the next batch of house guests rolls into town and it’s time to plan another menu.

Here are some things we enjoyed in Baltimore:

Chestnut and Celery Soup
A perfect way to use up the the extra 2.5 cups of roasted and peeled chestnuts you might have left over after making these cookies if you had a really good batch of nuts like I did.

Butternut Squash Soup
I never have Calvados on hand, but I have never gone wrong substituting a bit of bourbon or cognac.

Red Pepper Bean Dip
Be sure to drain out all packing liquid well or it can get a little soupy.

Walnut Pesto on Toasts
I triple the sun-dried tomatoes.

Marinated Salmon with Pepper Crust
We served it on a bed of sautéed swiss chard. B handled the meat-cooking honors with panache.

Roasted Mushrooms
Best for a casual affair where no one will get uncomfortable if you lean over with your dinner roll and drag it around in the buttery, caper-loaded sauce.

The Best Waffles
I added a pinch of nutmeg, cinnamon, and vanilla extract to the batter. Then, when all was said and done, I accidentally stashed my mom’s waffle iron out of sight when she wasn’t looking and she headed home without it. Sorry!

Rye Bread

Best, most professional looking and tasting bread I have managed to make at home to date. The bar is set on this one.

Nutty Granola
Makes for a great breakfast or between-meal snack with some yogurt and/or whatever fruit is around.

Popovers
These are already insanely impressive, but they are even tastier served with a bit of butter mixed with a drip of maple syrup.

…and too many cookies to count! Mom brought Lebkuchen this year and it was a holiday highlight for sure.

Based on the generosity of my family, it looks like I’ll be spending 2011 covered in flour. I can’t wait to get started.

Slow and Steady Wins The Race

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Candy, despite its hyperactive reputation, seems to like the slow lane when it comes to production. Rebecca and I learned this the hard way (even if the company made the spoiled batches less annoying on balance) so you won’t have to.

We were both having a little personal nostalgia trip with homemade candy recipes passed down from family. For my part, I pulled out my Aunt Helen’s Caramel recipe: small bites of soft-ish caramel sprinkled with pecans and individually wrapped in squares of waxed paper.


Prior to this year, my role had historically been limited to assistant candy wrapper. The launch of the holiday season to my younger self was always marked by the evening I ran next door to sit at Aunt Helen’s kitchen table and watch as she cut up the sheets of partially cool candies into single-serving size. Papa and I would wrap up the pieces and try to keep pace, all the while shouting out evidence of any misbehavior on the production line: “Molly ate one!,” he would tease, as I shouted back, “Papa put one in his pocket!”

Patience had not been the name of that wrapping game (though there surely must be a special place in heaven for any holiday baker who would allow a distractable six-year-old kid to be involved in candy making). At the stove, however, this proved to be the motto of the day. With the burner set solidly to medium, it was the slow rise in temperature, the careful stirring over the course of 40 minutes, and the removal of the molten sugar from the heat before it passed into the “hard as a rock” zone that won the day. It’s been a while since our family had the chance to open these familiar little packets of waxed paper as  a signal of the holiday, and I’m looking forward to once again sharing these special treats.

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Rebecca adds: In his later years, my dad became a holiday candy maker and his patient nature was surely a factor in the success of his smooth fudge and  Joe’s Chocolate-Almond Burnt Toffee. He wouldn’t let anyone into the kitchen during his experiments and kept his recipes closely guarded, but my mother testified to his long evenings spent slowly stirring and monitoring the temperature of batches that would make their way into gift boxes.

After trying out his toffee recipe, and making our way through two batches (one disastrous),  I’m glad I inherited his patience. This recipe is something of a study in chemistry, as the simple mixture of butter, sugar and almonds (topped later with chocolate and crushed pecans) makes its way from granular to melty, then moves into a panic-inducing phase where the butter separates into liquid and a clumpy mass, before finally coming together again in a thick, rich liquid gold as it hits the right temperature. This toffee has the somewhat grainy texture of a Butterfinger candy bar, rather than the hard crack of brittle.  It brings out the buttery richness and the ultra toasty note of almonds. Perfect for those who aren’t into toothache-inducing holiday sweets.

But the trick, as we learned with both candy recipes, is to find the experienced insider’s knowledge behind those simply written family recipes. Unfortunately, those are the very secrets candymakers keep to themselves.

Pop Over Any Day

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I was inspired once again by Little Blue Hen, though I was also nervous enough about the baking that I followed the advice and instruction provided by King Arthur Flour. And just wow. If you can commit to popping out of bed an hour before visiting house guests, the rewards are myriad.

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Pasta Project 2010

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I wasn’t really in a shopping mood on this, the most commercial of American weekends, so getting a jump on some of the homemade holiday gifts I was hoping to produce seemed like a good idea. Plus, the husband was amenable to being conscripted into pasta machine cranking duty and, in all seriousness, I couldn’t have done it without him. How people manage to make excellent pasta with just their wits and a rolling pin continues to impress me greatly.

See the set on our Flickr page

The basic recipe for this project was pretty simple (based off this one on Martha Stewart’s site): 4 eggs plus 2 egg whites, a scant cup of pureed vegetable*, 2 cups semolina, 3 cups all-purposes flour, and two teaspoons kosher salt. All that went into the food processor for the initial mix and then out onto a floured counter for ten minutes kneading. It rested (wrapped in plastic wrap) in the fridge for a couple hours before we did the rolling and the cutting and the drying. I used the inverted bowl trick over the dough we weren’t rolling out yet to keep it from drying out and discovered that method works a lot better than trying to keep it under plastic. A scrap 6 ft. piece of wood wrapped in plastic and strung between two chairs made for ample drying space.

We snuck a few stray pasta pieces into some boiling water at the end of the night and declared them tasty. Now our little fettucini nests will nap under the tree until they are handed off to friends and family.

* I used some frozen spinach, cooked in the microwave and then pulverized in a food processor. Three oven-roasted beets met the same fate. Then I got lazy and used two jars of carrot-only baby food for the final flavor and have to say that was the dough that felt the richest to work with, so don’t be ashamed to shortcut.