TV Therapy

I’ve always turned to books as a vehicle of choice for escape.  In fact, my husband and I are such avid readers that when we moved into our house 10 years ago, we made a conscious decision not to hook up the cable.  We do have a TV with a DVD/VCR combo to watch movies–which we rarely do–but beyond that, it’s books, comics, and magazines for us.

Two weeks ago, in an instant (as the cliche goes), our lives turned upside down with a phone call.  Circumstances made it necessary for me to relocate to my sister’s house temporarily, and the situation was so stressful that when trying to read before bed, I couldn’t even get through a single sentence.

I tried desperately to focus–I had reviews to write–but couldn’t give the books my full attention.  I abandoned them and dashed off apologetic emails to the publicists, requesting extensions.  Thankfully, everyone was very understanding, and I was able to put reading (and blogging) on the back burner.

And that’s how I (temporarily) crossed over to the dark side.  I turned on the television and watched one of three soothing-to-me channels: Food Network, HGTV, and The History Channel.  The minute I put my nephew down for a nap each afternoon it was all about Giada, Paula Deen, Ina Garten, Rachel Ray, and Bobby Flay.

At night, instead of reaching for a book, I reached for the remote control.  (I would have scarfed a fistful of Valium but have never taken pills in my life and feared waking up in a foreign country, wearing a toga, beauty pageant sash, and sporting a tattoo on my face.)  I snuggled up with Pawn Stars, American Pickers, Hoarders, Chopped, Property Virgins, Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, and Dinner: Impossible.  For someone who has had little exposure to television in ten years, the choices were mind boggling.

Television did get me through the first two weeks of what promises to be a long and arduous journey.  I’m thankful that it was so distracting but was happy to come home and sleep in my own bed.  Drifting off to sleep last night, I wondered what I was missing on Food Network…but only for a second.  The delicious pile of TBRs on my nightstand pushed all thoughts of television right out of my head.

I’ve made (and posted about) these cream puffs before–they are always a crowd pleaser.  Though a bit time consuming (baking the shells, cooling the shells, piping in the filling), they are worth the effort.  In a fresh twist for my nephew’s birthday yesterday, I made a chocolate ganache (chocolate mixed with heavy cream) to cover some of the puffs and powder sugared the rest.

I found the recipe for the shells in a cozy mystery–Cream Puff Murder by Joanne Fluke–and am sharing it in conjunction with Candace’s Weekend Cooking Challenge at Beth Fish Reads.  Enjoy!

Cream Puff Shells

(from Joanne Fluke’s Cream Puff Murder)

  • 1 cup of water
  • 1 tablespoon white granulated sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 stick (8 tablespoons) UNSALTED butter
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 cup flour, packed down
  • 4 eggs, room temperature

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Line cookie sheet with parchment paper.

On medium heat in a small pot or sauce pan, pour in water.  Chop butter into pieces and put into water.  Let it melt.  Add salt and sugar.  Bring to a boil.

In a bowl, mix flour and baking powder.  Once water mixture is boiling, turn heat down to low and dump in flour/baking powder mixture.  Stir quickly for about 30 seconds–mixture will form a dough ball.  Remove from heat and let the dough cool for about 20 minutes on the counter.

Once dough is cool, break one egg and mix it into the dough until smooth.  Repeat with remaining eggs, one at a time until mixture has a smooth, taffy-like consistency–about 3-5 minutes with mixer.  Don’t overmix.

For mini-cream puffs, drop a teaspoon of batter per puff on to the parchment-lined cookie sheet.  You can fit 12-15 per sheet–don’t crowd them.  Cook them for about 25-40 minutes depending on size; when you take them out of the oven, pierce the sides with sharp knife to prevent collapses.  If you’d like to make large puffs, cook them for about 55 minutes.  Let the puff shells cool away from drafts.  Yield 25-50 mini puffs or 10-14 large ones.

When they are cool, cut the top 1/3 off and remove any stringy dough.  Fill with custard or the simple filling I use.

Easy Cream Puff Filling

  • 1 3.5 oz box of Jell-O INSTANT vanilla pudding
  • 2 cups heavy cream

Pour heavy cream and instant pudding mix into a bowl.  Whip with a whisk or mix master until it’s the consistency of whipped cream–light and fluffy.

Scoop filling into a quart-sized Ziplock bag.  Cut off the bottom right corner of the bag.  Pipe filling into shells.  Add lids.  Sift powdered sugar on top of cream puffs or dip them in chocolate ganache.  Watch them disappear.

Chocolate Ganache

There are many variations of this recipe but all you really need is some heavy cream and good chocolate.  I used a bit less than half of a 12 oz. bag of Ghiradelli semi-sweet chocolate chips and half a cup of heavy cream.

  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 4 oz. chocolate (chips, chopped bar, etc)

Chop chocolate (if using a bar) and place in heat-proof bowl; set aside.  Over medium heat, bring saucepan of heavy cream to a boil.  Remove from heat and pour over chocolate.  Whisk until smooth.  (You can add additional chocolate if the ganache is too watery.)

Enjoy!

*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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