Food In The Fort

This is a wonderful recipe taken from Madhur Jaffrey’s brilliant cookbook. If you like Indian food and you don’t own this cookbook, stop everything and go buy it now! Ms. Jaffrey calls this “simple buttery rice with onion” (p. 149 of my ancient edition), but I have nicknamed it “1-2-3-4 rice” since it helps me remember how much of everything to use (although I have to cheat on the “1″ since there’s one onion and one tsp of salt).

You’re gonna love it!

1-2-3-4 Rice

Ingredients

• 4 Tbsp unsalted butter
• 3 cups of water
• 2 cups of rice
• 1 medium onion
• 1 tsp salt

Preparation

1. Melt the butter in a heavy pot over a medium flame.
2. When hot, put in the onion. Stir and saute it until it is almost translucent; do not let it brown in the slightest.
3. Put in the rice and the salt. Stir and saute gently for a minute.
4. Pour in the water and bring to a boil.
5. Cover tightly, turn heat to very, very low and let the rice cook for 25 minutes.

Serves 6

Recently, Leo and I have had two very good dinners which were easy to assemble (one was especially easy for me since Leo made it by himself!) yet not the usual heat-and-eat fare that we often resort to on week nights. These meals left us asking, “Why don’t we do this more often?” To which I respond, “Cuz we’re stupid.”

Anyway, dear reader, I’m sure that you’re not stupid and you’ll want to make this recipe and Leo’s hearty crockpot fish stew over and over again. We love this shrimp dish (from the Thai: Simple and Delicious Easy-to-Make Recipes book by Lesley Mackley) for its sweet and spicy sauce and because one out of two children at my house will eat it. You can put it over 1-2-3-4 Rice or just serve it with instant rice or bread. Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t like to be a hater, but I’ve got to say that after two attempts at this mix I’m giving up. My theory is that having to bake the crust part first somehow prevents it from joining together harmoniously with the lemony goo, but whatever the science behind it may be, I can’t make it work! I came out with a rock-hard crust and an almost sickeningly sweet lemon custard resting on top of it. And to make matters worse, the lemon stuff hadn’t sufficiently jelled (although I followed the instructions and took it out of the oven when it began to brown on top) - what a mess. My daughter also tried this mix with similarly unsatisfying results. I remember going to her dad’s house, seeing it on the stove and having to ask what it was. Not cool.

As I so often do in times of food crisis, I turned to Diana Rattray of About.com’s southern cooking section for her wisdom. It seems that baking the crust first is standard, although with her addition of two sticks of butter, I’m betting things come out a mite tastier. Here’s how Diana does it.

If you think I’m being too harsh on poor Krusteaz, here’s someone who has a more positive impression.

Have you had any luck with this mix? Am I (and people who share my genetic material) just not cut out for this? Do you have a better lemon bar recipe than either Diana Rattray or Krusteaz? Let us know! Until we’ve been shown the error of our ways, Krusteaz Lemon Bars mix gets a paltry two garlic bulbs (it’d be only one, but hey, at least they taste like lemon).

My dad put this frosting atop the “Surprise Carrot Cake” and it was the perfect complement. The original recipe below produces more icing than you’ll probably need unless you really like to spread it on thick (I do, when it comes to frosting, my dad, not so much). Dad also cut way down on the sugar (I have to agree that a pound of powdered sugar is pretty crazy). I’ve italicized his changes in parentheses after each ingredient.

Where Daddy dearest and I really disagree, though, is on the necessity of making frosting from scratch at all.  For my money, Betty Crocker and her friend Poppin’ Fresh do a splendid job for about $2.50 a canister and it beats the hell out of having four cups of confectioner’s sugar flying every which way. But I’m a lazy slacker who’s always looking for the quick ‘n’ easy way and Dad’s a true cook who actually sifts flour and performs other labor-intensive procedures.

In short, homemade’s better, but Betty’s fine in a time-crunch. I certainly enjoyed every bite of the carrot cake and cream cheese frosting and wished I had been there to lick the spoon! Read the rest of this entry »

 Okay, I’m not exactly sure what the surprise in this carrot cake is supposed to be. In my case, I guess I was just surprised that my dad had made a carrot cake… Surprised and very happy, to be sure. He has been going through kind of a cake phase: a flour-less, European-style chocolate cake, a very involved-sounding pound cake (The recipe for which will not be appearing on this girl’s blog. When he got to the second time you had to sift the dry ingredients, I knew it wasn’t for me!), and now this yummy carrot cake taken from the back of the Softasilk Cake Flour box. I’m not sure what’s up with the whole thing, but I’m not going to complain. Keep on bakin’, Daddy-o!

Here’s the low-down on the carrot cake which may or may not be surprising, but certainly is easy to assemble and very tasty to boot. You’ll want to top it with cream cheese frosting. Enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »

July is a pretty good time to get the hell out of Fort Wayne and seek out cooler, less *&%$ humid climes, and that’s just what me and the kiddies have done. We’re in NY; they’re down in the city with their dad and I’m upstate on the farm with my brother and the ‘rents. We’ll be meeting up tomorrow in the Big Apple and then it will be all about spoiling the grandkids: Macy’s fireworks, the Cloisters, a Broadway musical, shopping for Rachel and a restaurant that only serves variations on the cheese toastie for Jack. But until the kids steal the show, I’m enjoying some serious spoiling of my own: sushi last night, mussels and clams two nights before that, and a chocolate cake from Wegmans, the best supermarket on earth. It’s been good.

But I’m not one to keep all these good eats to myself. No, dear reader, although I’m not going to invite you come over for dinner,  I am going to send a few scrumptious recipes your way for a little taste of what life is like on the farm (where the only animal is my mom’s bratty dog Emily). Here’s what you can look for in the next week or so:

• “Surprise” Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting
• Pork Fried Noodles direct from the heyday of Wo Hop
• The Perfect Pancake
• An interview with the brewmasters of Butternuts Beer and Ale

Hope to see y’all soon!

(Well, apparently about 169.000 people say that, according to Google, but that’s not the point.)

As poor Leo can tell you, I am just a teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy bit obsessed with recreating recipes so that they taste just like my Mom made them. There’s her shrimp scampi recipe which is always a little less vermouth-y than I remember, the cucumber salad that is always too oily or too vinegary and the turkey gravy on which I don’t even come close. But the other day I nailed one of those maternal recipes to the wall: potato salad exactly as I remember having it as a kid. God it was good. It has a bunch of hard-boiled eggs in it and a lot of celery, but the key ingredient is the celery salt (which is also the key ingredient in a good Bloody Mary; no, my Mom didn’t make me Bloody Marys, that was my Dad).

So here it is, just in time for summer picnicking season: Read the rest of this entry »

I had been craving a fish fry for ages so, despite the fact that Leo and I had just made pan-fried fish on Thursday (it’s just not the same!), I decided to take the kids to Ya Boy. In case you are unfortunate enough to be unfamiliar with this wonderful establishment, it’s at the corner of Anthony and McKinnie, across from the 99 Cent Pus store - your one-stop-shop for knock-off purses, perfumes and bling. Being situated in this less than lovely part of town, Ya Boy does boast some unusual features such as bullet-proof glass separating you from the food preparation area and a little lazy susan contraption that allows them to give you your food without actually handing it to you. Brings back fond memories of liquor stores which sold vodka to minors in NYC when I was an undergrad… Read the rest of this entry »

Okay, that’s probably a gross exaggeration; all right, it’s an outright lie, but sometimes I wonder if I’m just doing it all wrong.  It happens like this:  dinner is either a quick, rushed meal in between work and some other obligation or a more involved affair which I come to with no appetite since I’ve eaten so much of the raw ingredients during prep. I can’t help it; I’m starving after school and it’s impossible not to snack while I cook.

So what’s a girl to do?  I end up liking all the wonderful things that I cook with Leo better the next day as lunch - the pasta with hummus, for example, was an entirely different experience when it wasn’t prefaced by preparation (but it still needed hot sauce).  Should I throw in the towel and only eat leftovers?  If I only eat leftovers, when will I cook them?  They will have to be un-leftovers at some point…so confusing.

Dear reader, please offer your helpful suggestion to a girl in trouble. How do you deal with the dinner time crunch and still enjoy what you’ve cooked?

This two-headed  lollipop by Luxus is one of our favorites. Rompope is a sort of Mexican eggnog and a real winner as a lollipop flavor. It goes especially well with the mild, chalky chocolate that was at the other end. One note of caution: these lollipops are Formica counter top hard. Those with soft enamel or otherwise bad dentiture would be wise to lick, not bite.

This post was part of our Mexican Candy Shootout! series. You can find all the posts in this series here.