tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90098576563740501152024-03-05T06:27:23.206-08:00Fork Knife SwoonDedicated to local, seasonal, organic and sustainable food, delicious recipes, and inspired entertaining.Fork Knife Swoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242718018624085745noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009857656374050115.post-26428669782838566232012-08-25T08:00:00.000-07:002012-08-25T08:02:11.260-07:00We've moved!We have now moved to <a href="http://www.forkknifeswoon.com/">www.forkknifeswoon.com</a>... Please check out our new site!Fork Knife Swoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242718018624085745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009857656374050115.post-47513657421575935342012-01-24T19:03:00.000-08:002012-01-24T19:14:36.810-08:00Wild Salmon With Berry Noir Sauce and Sage Parsnip Puree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past summer I just couldn't help myself. Every
time I would go to the grocery store or the farmer's market I would buy
berries. Raspberries. Blackberries. Blueberries. Boysenberries. Gorgeous, supple, seasonal summer berries, calling out to me everywhere I looked. <br>
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couldn't keep up with myself. Despite eating them by the handful, and making an assortment of berry jams and desserts, I
ended up freezing many of them, wishfully thinking that
they would come in handy when the fleeting summer berry season was over. I'm
making good on my promise now with a luscious "Berry Noir" sauce - a reduction of blueberries, blackberries, Pinot Noir and balsamic vinegar. <br>
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Flakey, wild Salmon filets nestled atop an earthy sage parsnip puree and drizzled with this rich berry sauce make for a dramatic and sumptuous meal.<br>
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Nubby little fingerling potatoes are also particularly well-suited for roasting. Drizzled in olive oil and roasted with fresh garlic and herbs, they remain crispy on the outside and soft and dense on the inside. Elegant as an appetizer served with aioli for dipping, or as a healthy, comforting side dish for a weeknight supper. <br>
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Beets may be as polarizing as <a href="http://forkknifeswoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/seasonal-spotlight-brussels-sprouts.html" target="_blank">Brussels sprouts</a>, but this lovely, classic combination of beets and citrus packs a healthy punch with delicious, fresh flavors sure to win over even the most ardent objector. The earthiness of the beets, roasted to develop their natural sweetness, is tamed by the bright acidity of winter citrus in the form of luscious Cara Cara and blood oranges, and sweet, tangy Satsuma tangerines. Creamy goat cheese and spicy arugula and chervil round out this healthy, resolution- worthy salad.<br>
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There are few aromas as wonderful as roasting chicken. Especially chicken slathered in butter, lemon, and garlic roasting away on an autumn afternoon. The citrus adds a bright, aromatic note to counter the richness of the butter, and the dish is finished with a flavorful sauce made from pan drippings and a touch of cream that is just as delicious atop the chicken as it is drizzled on accompanying potatoes or vegetables.<br>
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Pan-roasting is my go-to method for mouthwatering, succulent chicken. Browning the meat on the stove first locks in moisture and creates beautifully crispy, golden skin. Then the chicken is finished in an oven, still in the pan with the drippings and a flavorful stock, until it is evenly roasted to golden perfection. In less than an hour, you have a deliciously tender, luscious meal that tastes like it took hours of preparation.<br>
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This recipe is equally befitting of a cozy weeknight in, or a night of elegant entertaining.<br>
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It's beautiful in the city this time of year - with bright, changing foliage, crisp, autumnal air, shops aglow with festive displays and colorful holiday lights dotting the trees. It's my first Fall in San Francisco and I've been feeling nostalgic; missing home, family, the familiar holiday traditions. Craving comfort foods. Flavorful soups, braised meats and roasted, earthy vegetables.<br>
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This combination of smokey bacon, sweet caramelized onions and golden-kissed Brussels sprouts is the perfect antidote for chilly days. Warm and flavorful, yet still light.<br>
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I must confess that this is not an old family recipe. Growing up, vegetables were always strongly encouraged. But despite a large edible garden that produced a nearly year-round bounty of fresh fruits and vegetables, Brussels sprouts not only never made it to our dinner table, they didn't even get planted. There was some kind of long-standing familial boycott. In fact, I had never even tried Brussels sprouts until recently. I expected to detest them, given their generally terrible reputation. Instead, I was surprised that I actually liked them, and - to the great chagrin of my family - inspired to explore the possibilities of this new-to-me ingredient.<br>
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So I started some research and discovered that overcooking Brussels sprouts brings out an unappetizing sulfurous smell, bitterness and dull color (I would suspect the reason for my family's embargo). Armed with that, I decided that quickly sauteing them to a crisp al dente would be a wonderful way to retain their bright, slightly sweet flavor.<br>
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If that's not enough encouragement for you to try these look-alike miniature cabbage heads, consider that Brussels sprouts share many of the health benefits associated with cruciferous vegetables: high levels of antioxidants, vitamin C and soluble fiber. They are members of the Brassica family, along with cabbage, broccoli, kale, cauliflower and collard greens, and numerous studies point to a strong connection between Brussels sprouts and cancer prevention. And when they're sauteed in bacon drippings, garlic and caramelized onions, it's nearly impossible to remember just how good for you they are. Even the non-believers will be converted.<br>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So this project was abandoned, and it's taken me a long time to regain my focus. I'm finally now starting to cook again. Easing back in. One day at a time. Finding comfort in classic family recipes. Trying new ingredients. I'm not there yet, but cooking is feeding my path to healing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br>
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Nice try, chocolate chip cookies. You had a good run, apple pie. But in the end it wasn't even close. I'm referring, of course, to the clear winner of the title for most American of all culinary traditions: Barbecue. <br>
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While back in my hometown to visit my parents for Fourth of July, I decided the perfect way to fulfill our patriotic duty - and celebrate our country's 235th birthday - was by smoking a pig. Okay, just the shoulder of the pig in our case, but oh what a succulent, flavorful little shoulder it was.<br>
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I teased you with the <a href="http://forkknifeswoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/whiskey-bourbon-barbecue-sauce.html#more">sauce</a>, but here's the real star of the show: hickory-smoked pulled-pork sandwiches.<br>
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Several years ago, my dad upgraded his grill to a larger one with a built-in smoker. Despite being a regular - and accomplished - grill master, regrettably, he has never used the smoker. And while I have perfected the art of slow-cooked, fall-apart-tender barbecue pork in an oven, smoking the meat was new to me as well. It was high-time we tried the sucker out.<br>
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I headed to the southern United States for inspiration - a region where the term "barbecue" is generally synonymous with smoked pork cooked low-and-slow, and concocted a special rub to use prior to smoking the meat. Meanwhile, the mixin' sauce pulled ingredient and flavor notes from Kansas City: it's a thick, sweet tomato-based <a href="http://forkknifeswoon.blogspot.com/2011/07/whiskey-bourbon-barbecue-sauce.html#more">sauce</a> I created with pulled-pork sandwiches specifically in mind.<br>
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Smoking meat is a commitment. It takes hours and even days to slowly cook the meat into tenderized, delicious oblivion. Especially the large, tough cuts of beef and pork that are traditionally used for barbecue. Some may have eased into it the first time, and tried smoking some salmon or a whole chicken, which cook to perfection in an hour and a half. <br>
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I chose pork butt - also called pork shoulder or Boston butt - because pulled- pork is my very favorite type of southern barbecue <strike>and because I wanted to spend eight-plus hours cooking dinner.</strike><br>
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But it's worth it. As you watch the meat fall apart at the lightest touch, and your mouth waters and you finally bite into that succulent sandwich, you forget how long it took to get there. <br>
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And it's really not an arduous process. Yes you have to baby the fire along, to maintain an even temperature, and you have to "mop" the meat every so often to keep the meat juicy, but you get to be outside in the sunshine and sip on a cold drink and spend time with family and friends while you do it. Which makes a pretty perfect Fourth of July - or any weekend really.<br>
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I'm officially back in the city, and officially back to work. After a glorious week off in the country, getting up at 6:30am and getting on a crowded bus this morning felt quite foreign. I'm very glad this is a short work week!<br>
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I spent much of my time back home cooking and working on new recipes, which I'll be sharing soon. Here's a new one I created this weekend while spending Fourth of July hickory-smoking a 4lb pork butt slathered in a spicy rub until it was fall-apart-tender.<br>
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I wanted this to be top secret. I wanted it to have a name like Smokey Joe's Backyard Moppin' Sauce. Or Three Finger Willie's Pit Master Pork Juice. I wanted there to be a lock box with a hand-written sauce- smudged recipe. A recipe passed down through generations, so good, if-I-tell-you-I'll-have-to-kill-you...<br>
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While that would certainly make for a more dramatic story, this sweet little BBQ baby was only recently created, but still worth a lock box. And there <i>is</i> a secret ingredient of sorts: All-American Bourbon Whiskey.<br>
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A thick, sticky, and sweet concoction, this sauce was specifically created with pork shoulder cuts in mind. It doubles as both a mopping and a mixing sauce; the strong, deep flavor is perfectly suited for turning tough cuts into irresistibly-lip-smackin'-good pulled-pork sandwiches.<br>
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<i>Recipe after the jump...</i><br>
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<div style="font-family: inherit;">I have been dreaming of summer. A real summer. Not the version San Francisco has been insisting on giving me. <b>Hot, lazy days spent outside in the sunshine, sandy afternoons at the beach and balmy nights dining outside.</b> Without a sweater. Or a scarf.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">My hometown of Santa Barbara has answered my wishes this week, bestowing some glorious (and much missed) sunshine down upon us. The week has been spent catching up with old friends, shopping at the farmer's market, and cooking as much as possible - that is when I'm not sneaking back outside to luxuriate in the garden.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">I'm soaking it up while I can, and hoping some rays will stow away in my suitcase and brighten things up back home!</div>Fork Knife Swoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242718018624085745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009857656374050115.post-38537511808770701312011-06-26T07:02:00.000-07:002011-12-20T14:22:07.917-08:00A Little Vacation and Some Little Radishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25GzwTaHWvkq5tEUx5yFbRtSmird3O2S37VF40gGBS4wQUxA21XXBu3CcKBjFIcruycXUyx0JocnNj4svQ-AvICMNznSNTDH3yTx-ssT4OZZoU5ArQ9Aur_4Nh8z7ydLzA5DQeH80a-g0/s1600/Easter-Egg-Radish-Bunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25GzwTaHWvkq5tEUx5yFbRtSmird3O2S37VF40gGBS4wQUxA21XXBu3CcKBjFIcruycXUyx0JocnNj4svQ-AvICMNznSNTDH3yTx-ssT4OZZoU5ArQ9Aur_4Nh8z7ydLzA5DQeH80a-g0/s640/Easter-Egg-Radish-Bunch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
These little Easter Egg radishes were just too adorable to pass up at the market this week. I love them fresh with a little sea salt and some bread and butter... their crisp, peppery taste makes these colorful little beauties the perfect healthy snack.<br />
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Tomorrow I'm off to my hometown of Santa Barbara to visit my parents for the week and celebrate 4th of July with the boy. I'm very excited to see them and to spend some time languishing in their enormous and well-stocked kitchen. It puts my little 40 square foot cooking space to shame. I can't wait to spread out! I'm sure I will have some very eager recipe testers this week - namely my childhood black lab, Oliver.<br />
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I'll be back in the city in a week, with lots of new goodies to share! Wishing you a delicious week!Fork Knife Swoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242718018624085745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009857656374050115.post-45134592987769558302011-06-25T11:26:00.000-07:002011-12-14T13:34:59.260-08:00Fig and Goat Cheese Crostini<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All week long I look forward to Saturday morning. Yes, I know that every full-time professional is working for the weekend, but I have a specific goal in mind. I daydream all week long about ingredients and recipes and long hours on the weekend to fuss around the kitchen. It keeps me going. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday mornings are for going to the market. For stocking up on the week's necessities: milk and bread and fresh pasta. Fresh flowers to keep the apartment cheery - even in San Francisco fog. But more than that, it is my inspiration time. I wander the aisles, waiting for the newest idea to hit. The market never ceases to surprise me with a beautiful fruit, destined to become the star of a tart, or a beautiful piece of meat, calling out to be slow-roasted to perfection. I love the seasonal food changes, when suddenly the stores are bursting with new, beautiful, local fruits and vegetables, packed full of flavor and inspiration. After working 50- hour weeks, Saturday mornings make me whole again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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This morning at the market I found the normal bevy of inspiring seasonal ingredients. The summer season is particularly generous. Flats of colorful berries. Shiny cherries and crimson rhubarb. Bright green beans and sweet corn. Tangy heirloom cherry tomatoes teasing the start of full-blown tomato season.<br />
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<b>And then there were these figs.</b> It's a little early for fig season, but they called out to me. Their plump, aubergine little selves begging to be taken home. I gave in.<br />
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I prefer figs to be prepared simply. Sliced in half and eaten plain, like candy. Wrapped with a translucently-thin piece of prosciutto and drizzled with honey or balsamic vinegar.<br />
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Or like this. A plump, sweet, fleshy slice of fig atop a generous slather of goat cheese and fresh bread. Deliciously simple and a perfect summer nibble!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Tiramisú is a classic. And rightfully so. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Fluffy dollups of fresh, sweet mascarpone whipped cream with the warmth of vanilla and the slight bite of brandy or liqueur. Espresso- soaked ladyfingers and shavings or a dusting of rich, dark chocolate. Perfection.</span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>And then along came raspberries.</b> Nestled into the light, airy layers. Infused into the whipped cream in the form of raspberry liqueur.</span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Raspberries don't have a lot of competition in the berry world, as far as I'm concerned.<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Growing up, we had a couple dozen raspberry bushes, and in the summer when the big, beautiful berries were at the peak of ripeness, <b>we would eat them right off the plants - by the handful.</b> </span></span></div><br>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It was a miracle any berries made it into a colander and back into the house. I've still been known to eat an entire basket of raspberries in one sitting. By myself. On the way back from the market. </span></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">I inherited this trait from my mother, who equally indulges in these voluptuous little red berries. In celebration of a little escape to my hometown to visit my parents next week, I'm making this decadent treat for her. This twist on the classic is sinfully delicious and just in time for summer. That is, if the star ingredient hasn't mysteriously disappeared, one-by-one (or by the handful) first. Maybe buy an extra basket - or two.</span> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br>
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