Kitchen Confidential

As my summer winds to a close and hectic, long school days loom on the horizon, I’ve been thinking about putting together weekly menus with easy, new-to-me recipes–Molly is my inspiration!  I already own several Martha Stewart and other more traditional cookbooks, but the recipes are labor intensive and too fancy-schmancy for our everyday use.  Today I trundled off to the library and came home with virtually every cookbook my local branch had to offer.  (I judiciously left Blue Ribbon Casseroles and Mastering Microwave Cooking on the shelf.)

Armed and dangerous!

I work at a non-traditional private high school school that runs from 8:30-4:50pm.  I usually get home after 6:30, and after a day in the trenches the last thing I want to do is think about cooking a meal.

My goal for September is to prepare four fresh meals each week–Monday through Thursday–and leave the weekends for eating out or leftovers.  Honestly, I’ll even settle for three home cooked meals each week and one night of soup and sandwiches or breakfast for dinner.  Sunday night preparation will probably work best for me.  I will assemble meals and refrigerate or freeze them until they are needed.  If I can make it through September, I’ll up the ante and try this again in October.

Right now my repertoire may be limited to tacos, fajitas, tomato sauce, Shepherd’s pie, turkey chili, and baked chicken (hence the reason we eat out three or four nights a week), but these cookbooks will hopefully offer up a few more standbys to add to my arsenal.  I’m on the lookout for simple recipes* that don’t require exotic ingredients and/or several hours of prep and cooking.

Closeup of cookbooks

*I am a neophobe and have the palate of a 7-year-old.  I just recently started using pepper on select foods.  We eat arresting quantities of chicken and turkey during the year but have been known to throw burgers on the grill every once in a while.  No seafood, pork**, or tofu for me.

**Personally, I don’t consider bacon a pork product and relish it!

Title: My Fair Lazy

Author: Jen Lancaster

Genre/Pages: Humor Memoir/384

Publication: NAL Hardcover; May 4, 2010

Rating: 3 Bookmarks

Source: Review copy courtesy of NAL

In her latest installment, Jen Lancaster is on a journey of self-improvement–a JENaissance–but her sharp wit is a bit dull on this particular trip.

Jen Lancaster’s crusade to become more urbane and culturally enlightened tackles a few areas–performing arts, cuisine–and is an entertaining read, but it fell far short of my expectations.  Could it be that my expectations were too high, or was it just that some anecdotes felt a bit forced, shoe-horned into the book even though they didn’t relate to the theme?

Neophobe that I am, I was particularly interested in her forays into the underbelly of exotic cuisine.  Her experiences with Turkish and  Cuban food and molecular gastronomy (Moto, Chicago) were enough to send me reeling.  I actually traveled to Istanbul when I was 19 and subsisted on white rice and illicit trips to the McDonald’s in Taksim Square.  I can’t promise that I’d behave any differently if I woke up in Turkey tomorrow, so it was inspiring to see Lancaster taking one for the team, embracing the new foods.  I lived vicariously through her, if nothing else.

My Fair Lazy is Lancaster’s 5th memoir and I’m not sure how many more books she can churn out without some fresh experiences.  If I’d have to wager, I’d put my money on a lengthy trip abroad for Jen and her husband Fletch to give her material for her next book.

My Fair Lazy is a good read–fun for the beach or pool–but it didn’t have me laughing nearly as hard as a few of her other memoirs.

Don’t let the title of this post fool you.  I’m not talking about these scary stories…

I’m talking about the scary stories found in this book…

My commute to and from work these last few weeks has been reminiscent of childhood camping trips or sleepover parties thanks to the horrors described in Michael Pollan’s 2006 NY Times Bestseller The Omnivore’s Dilemma. [Cue scary music...]

Based on Pollan’s first-hand investigative reporting, I’ve deduced:

  1. Almost everything I eat is derived from corn.
  2. Buying organic meats and produce at Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s shouldn’t make me feel quite so noble.

Companies who peddle organic food through those chains use clever marketing–Pastoral Marketing–and suggestive labels that influence shoppers.  A friend of mine, Christy from The Daily Dish, recently illustrated the stark contrast between packaging imagery and the reality in a post about Stonyfield Farm yogurt.

I’m guilty of buying into the organic mystique and based on industry sales, I’m not alone.  I didn’t really understand the nuances of organic until I read this book, Fast Food Nation, several websites, and a few articles on the topic.  I now have a working knowledge, but not much beyond that.

In a nutshell, organic is becoming more industrialized every day and isn’t quite as healthful to our planet or to us as marketers would have us believe.

Let’s take chicken for example.  According to voluntary regulations, organic free-range chicken should have access to the outdoors.  Since these chickens aren’t mainlining antibiotics, a trip outside could be the death knell for them and the rest of the coop’s inhabitants.

Pollan describes one industrial organic farm as giving “outdoor access” to the chickens at 5 weeks but by this time they are so used to their routine that they never venture out the little door to the 15×15 patch of grass.  At 7 weeks, the chickens are slaughtered, processed, and shipped off to your neighborhood Whole Foods.

I’m not really sure that Pollan will find an answer to the dilemma presented in his book–I have a few CDs left to listen to–but just about everything we eat has been adulterated in some way or fashion.  Though I won’t go vegan as a result of reading this book, I will be more mindful of what I’m eating.  Want to read more?

  • For links to farms that raise meats, dairy, and produce the old-fashioned way, check out EatWild.com.
  • Help support local farmers and have fresh veggies (and a host of other farm-fresh goodies) brought right to your door with a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture)–pay up front to help the farmer raise capital and then reap the benefits all season long!

Look for a review of Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma later this month here on Book, Line, and Sinker.

*FYI: This post takes a circuitous route to a wonderfully simple recipe for tomato sauce.  Visit Beth Fish Reads, host of this challenge, for more Weekend Cooking fun!*

For many people, making tomato sauce for spaghetti or pasta is as effortless as twisting the lid off of a jar of Prego.  Not where I come from.  My mother’s family is Italian, more specifically, Sicilian, and when she (and my aunts and uncles) make sauce, it becomes an almost religious experience that takes whole days and requires invoking the names of the saints, muttering novenas under one’s breath, and making the sign of the cross at regular intervals.

My aunts and uncles learned everything they know from the matriarch of our family, my Nanny, who ruled with a wooden spoon.  Nanny was the quintessential Italian nonna, with her floral print house dresses and snowy white hair.  Nanny’s been gone for 21 years, but her sauce lives on through her children.

I’ll never forget the first time I realized that not everyone made tomato sauce like Nanny.  In third grade, a classmate invited me over after school and I stayed on for dinner.  I was excited because her mom was making pasta, something that my family only made on holidays because it was so labor intensive.  We sat down at the table and I was immediately struck by the fact that there was a tall, sweating glass of milk in front of my plate.  Milk and pasta, an ominous harbinger of things to come.  Suffice to say that my friend’s mom made a great effort, but I just wasn’t acclimated to tomato sauce that featured giant, oily hunks of poached sausage floating atop it.

In the late 1990s, my cousin married a wonderful guy who hails from Ohio and isn’t Italian.  She relayed a story to me about how her mother-in-law wanted to make her feel at home on Christmas Eve and so she made a pan of lasagna.  Again, another person with her heart in the right place, but using cottage cheese and provolone in place of ricotta and mozzarella borders on sacrilege to us.

So believe me when I tell you that I’m extremely skeptical of any recipe for tomato sauce that doesn’t involve an armload of fresh ingredients and/or hours of my time.  For 35 years, I’ve  bought into the myth (perpetuated by every Italian I know) that good sauce can’t be achieved without lots of aggravation.  And then I spied a recipe on Smitten Kitchen that promised delicious, flavorful tomato sauce with only three (!!) ingredients and 45 minutes of your time.

Initially, I scoffed at the mere notion that this could be true.  I called my sister and we shared a good laugh over the recipe–a can of tomatoes, one onion, and 5 tablespoons of unsalted butter.  But I’d made other Smitten Kitchen recipes in the past and Deb has never steered me wrong.  The first tentacles of doubt began to creep into my brain… maybe tomato sauce doesn’t really have to be difficult.

Later in the week, I visited my sister and brought up the sauce again.  “Maybe we should try it just to prove her wrong,” I kidded.  To my surprise, my sister agreed, which is how we found ourselves, an hour later, devouring pasta covered in one of the best tomato sauces we’d ever eaten.

Two nights later, I made the recipe again for my Italian husband, who shook his head dubiously when I showed him the ingredients.  (His family is from Naples and they call sauce gravy, but that’s a whole other story!)  An hour later, he too was a believer.  Will you be next?

Tomato Sauce with Onions and Butter
(adapted from Marcela Hazan’s Essentials of Italian Cooking via Smitten Kitchen)

28 ounces (800 grams) whole peeled tomatoes from a can (San Marzano, if you can find them)
5 tablespoons (70 grams) unsalted butter
1 medium-sized yellow onion, peeled and halved
Salt to taste

Put the tomatoes, onion and butter in a heavy saucepan over medium heat. Bring the sauce to a simmer then lower the heat to keep the sauce at a slow, steady simmer for about 45 minutes, or until droplets of fat float free of the tomatoes. Stir occasionally, crushing the tomatoes against the side of the pot with a wooden spoon.  As the sauce cooked, I picked out the little pieces of tomato stem and any stringy pieces I spied.  Remove from heat, discard the onion, add salt to taste.  This recipe makes enough sauce to lightly coat one pound of pasta.

*Note: I made this sauce twice–once with short rotelli and once with long fusilli.  We preferred the short pasta because the long fusilli holds water even after draining it and made the sauce watery (you can see it in the photo).  So, if you opt for the long fusilli, make sure to drain it thoroughly.

Buon Appetito!

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