Thursday, December 8, 2011

Ode to Minnie.

Well I have started several posts, to which lack of time, are not finished. I haven't been able to try out any new and exciting recipes or techniques.  These past few weeks have been especially difficult due to the holidays and cold season....which brings me to today.

My dear husband is sick, thanks to me, and feeling lousy about that, I thought I would make his favorite food, which just happens to be the best cure for anyone under the weather.

 Chicken soup.

 Now, my rendition is Grandma Minnie's Chicken soup. A simple, rustic Italian version of chicken noodle soup, that was lovingly handed down to me from my mother in law.

Ingredients:
1 whole chicken cut into pieces, skin on, bone in....(we want flavor people)
1 lb. of carrots, peeled and left whole
4-6 celery ribs left whole, bottoms trimmed, leaves are optional
1 medium onion peeled and left whole (seeing a pattern yet?)
8 oz. of canned tomato sauce (plain, not spaghetti sauce)
3 large chicken bouillon cubes (or 5-6 small ones)
1 lb of Acini de Pepe pasta ( you can use any soup size pasta, its fun to experiment)
grated Romano cheese for garnish, (Parmesan would be ok if you could not get Romano.)

The first thing you want to do is fill a large stock pot with cold water, I use a pasta pot because it has a built in strainer.  Leave a few inches from the top because as you add ingredients the water will rise.

Turn the burner on med for now to slowly raise the temperature of the water. (this causes your stock to be less cloudy) I personally do not care, but for the sake of doing things the way you would learn at culinary school, and the purpose of me starting a blog,  I listed that fact.




Add your chicken pieces and bring to a boil, reduce the heat to med/low  and simmer for 1 hour. Occasionally skim off the fatty stuff that floats to the top.

After the chicken has been cooking for an hour Add everything EXCEPT the pasta and cheese. Cook for another 1.5 hours.



 This is easy, right?



In a separate pot cook your pasta and drain. Tonight I am using stars, because my daughter picked them out.

Now when the soup is done, take out all the veggies and meat onto a platter, (at this point I take the skin off of the chicken)  leaving  just the broth. 

This makes for a beautiful and different presentation.  The broth is combined with the pasta, but the whole vegetables and chicken are served family style, that way you can add the spoon tender vegetables and chicken in what ever quantity you like and, for purists like my husband, not at all. Please note the broth is not salty, its very mild.  Adding grated Romano cheese brings a pungent, saltiness to the dish.



Now, this is the traditional way that I learned to make this comforting soup. I had never saw soup prepared this way. I was a  -cut -up- everything- and- put- it -in- the- pot kind of girl. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Heck if you want to, go ahead, just don't cook it as long. I am also a person who cannot for the life of me, stick to a recipe. 

This is how I adapted this recipe:
I do everything the same, except I throw in 2 whole garlic cloves,  2 bay leaves, alittle salt and pepper. Occasionally I put some dried basil. Sometimes, if the broth is a little too light, I add more tomato sauce  or bouillon.  I also take the chicken and vegetables (at the end) and chop them with a knife and place the mixture in the bowl so that I can make my soup have everything in it.

Variations:

To all my vegetarians:

 Maybe by using a vegetable bouillon and  adding some chopped escarole, and extra vegetables and tomato sauce, and alittle white wine,  this would turn into a lovely vegetable broth. Cook for 1.5 hours and  adding some cannelini beans half way through would provide some extra sustenance. This would be similar to a Pasta e Fagioli (Pasta with Beans). 

Perks:

Aside from being a cold remedy, this is a double duty dish. The chicken is so moist and tender and makes a delicious chicken salad sandwich  when tossed with mayo, celery etc. or freeze the cooked chicken for a pot pie.



Grandmothers.

 If you ask most people some of their fondest memories of their grandma, nona, nana or in my case Nannie, I can almost guarantee that it will include food. Nannie's food was such a manifestation of love.  Comforting, nurturing and nostalgic. I will never forget her feeding me delicious food, and that, feeds my soul.


Sarah

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Here we go!!!

I'm not a writer. I'm not a professional chef. I am just a woman on her path to self discovery.

We all have dreams.

 I love to cook and until recently my love for cooking was confined to cooking for my family and friends, with no direction. Sure I got compliments like, "You should be a caterer" and "You should open a restaurant", but reality was I didn't have time or money for culinary school or to start a restaurant.

 I decided I was going to try out for Masterchef in Boston. I mean, why not? I've been talking a pretty good game for years, I know how to put a great meal on the table, or bake an amazing dessert. I know alot of facts about techniques and ingredients.  Why not? Could I have what it takes? I finally thought, maybe. Maybe this is MY chance.

So I prepared,and I thought of a classic and impressive, melt in your mouth dish. Veal Osso Buco.  I labored for days on the recipe.  I keep telling myself, "you can do this", "You underestimate your knowledge", " You are a great cook". I internally quizzed myself . "What is Vichysoisse?" " How do you cook risotto?" "What would you do if you had to cook a chicken dish?"

 I get to the audition, I wait 2 hours, I listen to one of the security men saying "Its not about the food, remember it is a casting crew in there".  I get in the room. I have 3 minutes to get my dish plated. I was shaking like a leaf, but I pulled it off! It looked just like the photo I had presented with my 12 page application. 

One of the crew members briefly asks me some questions. No biggie, just try the food. She moves on to the next guy. I liked him, he was nice. We tried to make small talk and drown out the obnoxious lady to my left that kept bragging about herself, and her food. I just wanted to tell her to shut up. 

I see another girl coming down the line, she is poking at peoples food.  The Lion King pops into my head. I hear Rafiki say, "It is time."  She is at the snobby lady's table, she doesn't try it. Ok. She stops at my table, and asks me what I made. I reply. I apologize for the dry risotto, I made it a 2:00 and it is now pressing 6:00.  She says it looks great.  Yesssssss! She pokes at it. Take a bite.  She asks my where I got my veal. ????? She moves on to the next guy. 

I didn't get asked to stay and chat, or take the test.  I might get a call back in 1 to 3 days.

 This is it?

I thought, why stop here. Why not learn all the things I don't know. Why not try to write about food? Why not appeal to the masses of people just like me? People who might have fussy eaters at home, or don't have the money to pursue their culinary dreams. People who want to expand their knowledge in the kitchen, just because they love to learn about food.

That is what I have decided to do. I am going to learn how to do the things that "chefs" learn in culinary school, even if it is the mundaness of learning to properly coddle an egg.  I am going to experience cultures from around the globe without leaving my kitchen. I am going to write my own recipes.

I am inviting you to join me.  Lets grow together.