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Keep an eye out for our fall beverage page! There will be three featured drink recipes from Kitchen Caravan in Seasons magazine, for those of you who live in the Farmington Valley of Connecticut. This morning was the photoshoot, and so I prepared a Rum and Cinnamon Pear cocktail, an espresso with brandy, and an Ancho Chile Hot Chocolate. One of my favorite things about the fall is how cozy everything is. The weekends ahead are going to be great for taking long walks around New England to enjoy the leaves, and then coming home to beverages made with fresh fruits and warming spices typical of Autumn.

October 17, 2007   |   0 comments
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This morning I had my first Bartlett of the season. It was not my first pear, just my first Bartlett. For some reason, I have only bought Bosc pears for my recipes. Later this Fall, there is a Tuscan recipe for pears baked with pecorino and honey. It never occurred to me that I should use anything other than the Bosc. However, this morning's circumstances left me with only a Bartlett for my breakfast. What a delightful surprise to find a slightly more acidic juice and a thicker flesh than the pears I have become used to. From now on I will be more open to different pear varieties, and try to apply this lesson to all of the other wonderful fruits of the season.

October 11, 2007   |   0 comments
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My new obsession is chestnut honey. I had my first taste a few months back when my boyfriend brought some to me from Italy. The first time that I tried it I did not like it at all. Honey is supposed to be unabashedly sweet, yet this was not. It was dark and bitter, the Guinness of honeys. Yet I found myself intrigued. This honey is not going to just give itself away, I remember thinking to myself. It was not like the flowery rhododendron honey or loose agave nectar that quickly dissolved happily into any salad dressing or steeping brew that I prepared. Unlike most honeys that I have tried, chestnut not only sweetens the foods that it is added to, but it also makes them sit up straight. And that is only if it likes what you put it on. So how did I learn to ever love it? I began by slowly starting to use it to sweeten my teas. I went from drinking plain tea, to then adding an exaggerated spoonful of the honey, to ignoring the tea altogether and just using it as an excuse for the sweet, thick resin I found awaiting me at the bottom of each mug. Now it has even creeped into my morning ritual. My favorite breakfast has become puffed farro and kamut mixed together with blueberries or peaches, set in some soymilk, and drizzled with a spoonful of chestnut honey. My days of this Guinness honey are just beginning, as it will be the center of much of my culinary attention.

September 29, 2007   |   0 comments
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So I am chronicling my boyfriend’s stay here in the United States and documenting his likes and dislikes of my cooking. As I mentioned in my previous entry, I was going to try and wow him with my special dishes. The other night I made my famous Amor Prohibido Pasta (Forbidden Love Pasta), which will appear in our Pomegranate episode late in our fall season. Basically, it is a roasted acorn squash sauce served over pasta and garnished with different nuts and seeds (I can’t give too much away here now!). I am happy to announce that he ate it all and really liked it. They do not have acorn squash in Italy, but he was open to trying a pasta prepared with something unfamiliar. While I was cooking, he kept gobbling up the pumpkin seeds that I had toasted and sprinkled with chile ancho. He praised the final dish and said it was really good, and I really did believe him. I had complained to him before that I felt he was not happy with the dishes that I make him, which had made me nervous that he would overcompensate with his praise, and be overly emphatic about how much he liked anything that I prepared afterwards. But in reality, he seems to be opening up to a new style of cooking- mine. Although I do not get the “oohs” and “aahs” that the Rhode Island lobster rolls and broiled flounder receive, I am happy that he is open to exploring the unknown. I, too, am coming to appreciate his tastes and make things that are more simple and authentic, which is something that I started exploring early on in our relationship. It is easy to get caught up in fusion cooking, new versions of classic dishes, and changing familiar textures, but with him I have learned the beauty in the simple things. Great ingredients prepared well can never go wrong.

September 23, 2007   |   0 comments
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This week I have my boyfriend visiting me. Although we enjoy eating out together, I often feel unsatisfied with his reactions to my home cooking. And I cook for a living! This whole issue came about when I made him the Champurrado Tart, which is comprised of dense dark chocolate and anise set inside a perfectly crumbly shell. This is a tart that everyone devours without shame, and he didn’t like it! I really suffered over that tart experience. I felt like I was Juliette Binoche in the movie “Chocolat”, trying to detect Johnny Depp’s favorite chocolate. The frustration of not being able to satisfy someone with something that you have always felt that you do well is overwhelmingly irritating, especially if it is someone that you care about and want to impress. This week I have decided to focus my blog entries on what I have been cooking for my boyfriend, and tracking what he likes and what he doesn’t. It is pretty easy to tell when he is indifferent about a dish, because he lightly shrugs his shoulders and says, “it’s good”. This week I will track my attempts at having him reach for seconds and getting emphatic praises of my dishes.

The first thing that I made for him when he arrived was the ceviche from our Coconut episode. He had requested a ceviche for his arrival meal, and I decided that the coconut one would be the best option. Coconut milk is soothing and restorative for people who are getting in from a long trip, and the variety of shellfish and fish are fulfilling without being too heavy. I served the dish with some baked tostada shells that I brought back from Mexico. I could tell that he liked it because he had many servings, and did not season it with any salt or pepper. He even gobbled up the tostadas . . . Great success! I can’t tell yet if he was just trying to make me feel good, or if in reality he really enjoyed the ceviche, but that is what I will investigate this next week. Next on my agenda: my famous Amor Prohibido (Forbidden Love) pasta . . . we will see!

September 18, 2007   |   0 comments
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I am the biggest birthday brat that I know. I love celebrating my birthday, and always start reminding people about two months in advance that the important day is arriving. The culmination of my day is always the birthday cake. For me, it is the supreme indulgence that I can enjoy and feel totally glutinous without any feelings of remorse. Usually my choice in cake involves many hours of inspecting different pastry shops, supermarkets, and restaurants, in order to find the most luxurious cake that suits my taste. This year was no different, but I took a new approach. I would make my own cake. I have been exploring the idea of the act of indulgence, and wanted to take full part in the production and consumption of the dessert that would be my object. I have been feeling lately that being part of the construction of an indulgent dessert makes for its consumption that much more pleasurable, and even brings in a level of restraint that is abandoned with other acts of indulgence.

The Persian Love Cake. I was flipping through old copies of Bon Appétit and found a recipe for a layered cake with saffron- infused whipped cream frosting and candied rose petals. I fell in love with the photograph in the magazine, and started obsessing about the cake. I had never candied rose petals before, and I knew that I would have to find organic roses in order to be able to do it. Since it is now September, I was hesitant to use a flower that flourishes in June. I was also considering not infusing the whipped cream, because I am not the biggest fan of saffron. Its subtle flavor is always lost on me, and its color has never been very appealing. We began putting the cake together the night before, by making the sponge layers, which were two 8 “ cakes made with pastry flour, eggs, and sugar. Although the cakes were quite easy to put together, they were so delicate, that after seeing them leave the oven, I knew that I would be doing everything possible to make sure that the cake came out perfectly, even if that meant infusing the cream with saffron. With each passing step in the cake, I found myself more and more invested in its impeccable outcome. The rose petals had to be candied twice because the first ones were too crispy and stuck to the pan. And in the end I did in fact infuse the cream, because I had gotten in too deep, and found saffron in my drawer. When I tasted the frosting, I was happy that I had followed the minute instructions, because its subtle flavor was no longer lost on me, but exposed an element of flavor in the most modest of ways. The result was a sweet interior mellowed out by the neutral whipped cream. The off- white exterior was made alert with the red of the roses. Simply put, the cake was beautiful. It put the Baked Alaskas that are typical of my father’s birthdays to shame, and made me almost embarrassed to have made something of such luxury for myself.

I found myself more than content with just having one piece. When I went to eat my cake, it was not the usual fork shoveling of rich chocolate into my mouth that I usually equate with birthday indulgence. Instead, it was a steady ceremony of small bites that were given adequate attention by every part of my mouth. Since each element required attention in being put together, each element was enjoyed for its own flavors and textures. It was not a cake to be eaten hastily or with wanton excess; it was a cake that demanded a slow undoing and moderation. I feel that my explorations in the world of indulgence are just beginning, and the Persian Love Cake was just the first study of many.

September 11, 2007   |   0 comments
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This Wednesday we are doing a presentation at the Farmington Public Library (Click here for details). Since our first episode of the fall season features corn- we thought it would be fun to give out pop-corn and spice mixes to the people who come see us… this evening, after filming, we laid out all of our spices on the countertop along with little bowls. Then we started mixing! We came up with some fun combinations (and some that were more fun in theory)… the most exciting was dark chocolate powder and anise. It was salty and sweet and deeply delicious. Though, I will admit that it is a bit unusual– I guess time will tell if anyone else gets as excited about this combination as we did.

Ooh! And on an unrelated note… a fun article from BBC News courtesy of Mr. Tom Peter… it takes me back to 7th grade and the bitter vegetarianism debates that would divide the classroom.

September 3, 2007   |   0 comments
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We are currently in the midst of filming Season Two in Avon, Connecticut. While shopping for ingredients for the shoot we have been spending a lot of time at local farmer's markets, farm stands and pick-your-own vegetable patches (yay!). There were so many beautiful heirloom tomatoes of every imaginable color that we just wanted to try them all... it was a hard choice but we finally settled on four tomatoes for an impromptu tasting, below are our tasting notes:

Brandywine (red)
Sophia: A bit watery, mild acidity, very soft. I thought that it was just ok, and not “the best tomato in the world” as was advertised on its sign.
Emma: Not my favorite tomato texture, grainy... in all fairness this tomato was rather huge- it's hard for me to find anything so oversized tasting that good.

Old Flame (yellow)
S: Very mild, with underlying citrus tones.
E: Tastes like an old flame- looks good from far away- all rosy and nostalgic, then I bite it and it just tastes a little musty, maybe past it's prime?

Tennessee Green (green)
S: I know why we fry green tomatoes.
E: Tastes a little grassy, not in a bad way, just in a "it's a green tomato and it tastes like it would be green."

Persimmon (pale peach)
S: Full flavored, sweet, and full of life. By far the best tomato of the bunch, not to mention the fact that it came in three little balls.
E: Based on looks alone this is my favorite. Then I bite it and it's still delicious- tart and juicy.

And the final verdict of our experiment? Persimmon. Hands down.

September 2, 2007   |   0 comments
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Labor day weekend is sneaking up on us, meaning that the end of summer is in sight. Although this makes me a little bit sad, it is also my favorite time of the year to cook. Two words come to mind when I walk along the different stands at the farmers’ markets: color and bounty. Today I went to the Green Market in Union Square to pick out some ingredients to make a nice Sunday dinner for my family. I knew it was a good sign when I was offered the most luscious blackberry that I have ever had within 2 minutes of my shopping experience. Blackberries, raspberries, tomatoes, corn, radishes, carrots, eggplants, peppers, lettuce, tomatoes are all abundant.

The menu I decided upon was spaghetti with tomato sauce, lamb with mint and garlic, eggplant salad, roasted mixed peppers, and roasted plums. The tomato sauce might not really go, but who cares about those things when you have access to pounds of organic tomatoes? I bought some gorgeous little garlic heads, which were small and sweet and different from the larger garlic that I buy at the supermarkets. I mashed it with some mint that I also picked up, and combined them with lemon zest and olive oil to coat the lamb leg steaks I bought from another stand that sells wool and lamb meat. I will broil the steaks for about 15 minutes in the oven before I serve them.

I am running the risk of putting too much mint in the menu, but since it is summer and prime time to use the refreshing herb, I decided to go ahead and put it in an eggplant salad as well. I prefer the lightness of Moroccan eggplant salad with fresh mint and lemon to the thicker baba ghanoush with tahini. Eggplants go lovely with any Mediterranean lunch, especially when there is lamb involved. Roasted peppers were not a necessary addition, but when I saw them in shades such as purple, light yellow, and red, they were hard to resist!

For dessert I prepared roasted plums with ricotta and honey. I have never been a big plum fan until this year, when I happened to try a sweet little yellow one in Italy. Ever since, I have been open to eating them in all of their shades and sizes. There were these small purple plums that made me reevaluate all of my thoughts on the color purple. They were worthy of adoration. I mixed them up with another variety that were orange and red. I slowly roasted them for 30 minutes or so in very low heat, and saved their juices to drizzle on the ricotta with some honey when I served them. If you do this, make sure to use a pan that holds the liquid that oozes out as they cook.

If you are like me, and feel very sad in the beginning of September, when the fall is rolling in, before you realize that fall is just as (or more so) incredible as the summer, then I hope that this entry has inspired you to go to the farmers’ market and get all of those fresh vegetables and fruit I mentioned. This is a colorful time to be cooking!

August 27, 2007   |   1 comments
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I am just back from Italy, where I spent ten days on the Tuscan Riviera. Summertime in Italy is not the time to be site- seeing in any historical cities, rather it is the time to explore all of Italy’s magnificent beaches by day and boardwalks by night. I say it is just as interesting to explore modern Italian culture by doing what Italians do, and escaping to the sea. I was in the seaside town of Viareggio, which has been a popular resort on the Tuscan Riviera for decades. Not only does Viareggio have an exciting boardwalk lined with Art Deco style hotels, shops, restaurants, and bars, but there are also many other towns along the coast or further inland with things to see and do.

All of these towns and sites gave me the perfect opportunity to enjoy the Italian aperitivo. From around 6:30-8:30 pm when the beach clubs start to close, and the people are returning home from a long day under the hot sun, many bars and clubs offer aperitivo, the quintessential pre-dinner drink and snack. There are many ranges of what an apertivo can look like, so I will describe a few of them to you. The first one we had was at a bar on the boardwalk in Viareggio called Fanatiko. Although most of the drinks were about 8 Euros, the ambience seemed relaxed and nice enough to tryout. I ordered a bellini, which is a glass of Prosecco (a type of sparkling white wine) mixed with fresh peach juice. My boyfriend ordered a martini. I was happy to see that my drink was made with real peaches, which in New York is a rare luxury. The waiter brought us a free bottle of San Pellegrino and our plate of aperitivi. There were little cut up pieces of foccacia with different toppings, mini sausages, mortadella with pecorino, a chunk of Parmesan cheese, and a skewer of mozzarella and tomato. They also brought out a bowl of chips and a bowl of peanuts. I thought that it was a great mixture of little things, something for everyone, and the free bottle of Prosecco made the 8 Euros worthwhile.

Another favorite aperitivo was in the small village of Pietra Santa, an old town that has reinvented itself with art galleries, boutique hotels, and really nice restaurants. My boyfriend and I sat at a table in the main piazza, and looked out onto the modern statues that have livened up the square. We both ordered a simple glass of Prosecco, which came with a bowl of chips and a bowl of pistachios. Although I was not as much of a fan of the food, because I prefer the little plates of mixed surprises, the view made it worthwhile. Sometimes, the food is not the main attraction, but rather the location and the company you are with. An aperitivo in Pietra Santa was worth every sip.

Later on in the week, we made a short excursion to south Tuscany, to the region of Maremma. We drove inland and visited many little towns up on the hilltops, which look out over the wineries and olive groves that dot the landscape. My favorite aperitivo on our excursion was in one such town called Castagneto di Carducci. We ordered a rosé Prosecco, and a rosé wine of the region. Although the drinks were somewhat disappointing, they were 3.50 €, and came with fresh vegetables, olives, local olive oil, and a small plate of meat and cheese slices. My boyfriend and I were surprised at how inexpensive the aperitivi were in south Tuscany as compared to the northern seaside resorts.

We had many more aperitivi during the ten days I was in Italy. Although I could rate (according to my own taste) which little plate of snacks I liked more, or which drink was better, I would say that in the end it does not matter. The whole idea of sitting in the early evening with a glass of something refreshing, and enjoying pleasant conversation with friends and loved ones makes the event something to be imitated no matter where you are. Next time you want to get together with your friends, prepare some small bites, and unwind with a nice glass of wine.

August 8, 2007   |   2 comments
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