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Archive for December, 2008

There’s Time for These

silver-dollar-sized cookies

I am a firm believer that we all have the same 24 hours in a day. We spend it differently. There are certain things—work, school, commuting—that are fixed in our schedules, eating up allotted hours the way health insurance costs and rent checks consume our salaries. But there’s almost always some give, some wiggle room. What we do with that extra space is what defines us.

Just like I can manipulate my budget to pay for dinner out when I really want to, I can always find time to talk with my best friend on the telephone. It doesn’t matter if I’m on vacation or if I’ve got a million tasks on the day’s to-do list. Certain things get priority.

It’s why my teacher friend, Jackie, comes over to watch a movie with me, hauling her grading records and fourth-grade papers with her on a Saturday night. It’s the reason I can stay updated with Facebook throughout the week. It’s why I’m usually in bed by 11 PM.

And, also, it’s the story of me and my kitchen.

There are a lot of people who say things about not having time to cook—they have kids or they work too many hours or they are just too busy, in that vague way we like to use when our high-pressure schedules finally work to our advantage, providing an excuse out of anything we don’t want to do.

But these cookies—yes, another cookie recipe and yes, there will be another coming soon—won’t take longer than an episode of The Office to assemble, after which you pop them in the freezer. What could be easier? When you find a minute (really, whenever you feel like it), pull out the frozen log, let it thaw a bit, slice into cookies and place them on a sheet in the oven. Bake for about 15 minutes—less time than it takes for me to drive to work, how about you?—and you’ve got something pretty amazing.

give me cookies and I'm happy

Buttery and sweet, with the unmistakable punch of Earl Grey (from bergamot, which is a sort of orange) flavor, these shortbread cookies get credit for being the first Martha Stewart recipe I ever tried and loved, after which I’ve never looked back.

I say this (and mean it!) about a lot of cookies, I know, but: you truly can’t eat just one Earl Grey cookie. For one thing, they’re teeny-tiny, the size of silver dollars, at least the way I roll the logs. But also, the beautiful dough, all dotted with crumbled bits of tea, sends this fragrant citrus smell out of the oven, and, one bite in, the flavor proves addictive. I’m telling you: however you choose to spend your time these next few days, let these cookies be a part of it.

earl grey cookies



Earl Grey Cookies
from Martha Stewart’s Cookies

Ingredients:
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons finely ground Earl Grey tea leaves (from about 4 bags)*
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
1/2 cup confectioners’ sugar
1 tablespoon finely grated orange zest

Directions:
Whisk flour, tea and salt in a small bowl; set aside.

Put butter, sugar and orange zest in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Mix on medium speed until pale and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Reduce speed to low; gradually mix in flour mixture until just combined.

Divide dough in half. Transfer each half to a piece of parchment paper and shape into logs. Freeze the logs until firm, 1 hour (can be frozen longer and used at your convenience—I’ve been known to freeze the dough for a few weeks).

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cut logs into 1/4-inch-thick slices. Space 1 inch apart on baking sheets lined with parchment or Silpat.

Bake cookies, rotating sheets halfway through until edges are golden, 13 to 15 minutes. Let cool on sheets on wire racks. Cookies can be stored in airtight containers at room temperature up to 5 days.

*It’s really important to crush the tea leaves thoroughly, so you won’t have big, wiry pieces in the cookies. You could use a food processor, but I prefer putting the tea in a plastic baggie and mashing it with a rolling pin or a hammer.

Clipped Recipes and Brown Butter

brown butter cookies

Sometimes I go through Grandma’s recipes, organized by me into two card-sized tins, and when I do, I find two things: (1) stained, cryptic notes in cursive penmanship and (2) torn clippings—from newspapers, from magazines, from the boxes of butter or oatmeal of decades ago. I have no idea, usually, if she’d tried and liked these torn recipes or if she’d been meaning to, but I keep them because, well, they were hers, things she thought worth trying.

My mom and I carry on this tradition, she with her labeled folders of cut-out recipes; I, with mine. This cookie, from Gourmet circa 1961, is one of those clippings. I caught it in the magazine’s recent Favorite Cookies 1941-2008 round-up, and I knew I’d like them, both because they are made with the complexity of brown butter and because of the simplicity of ingredients, all things you probably have on hand.

It took one whiff of browning butter, set in a pot on low heat to slowly melt and darken, for me to love it the way I love twinkling Christmas lights or the look of falling snow. As its color deepens, a nutty aroma fills the air, hinting at rich flavor. And put into cookies, this ingredient turns simple butter cookies into something magnificent: a crumbly sable texture with layers of subtle sweetness.

stacked butter cookies

You know, in all the almost-seventeen years I knew my grandma, I can’t remember ever baking her anything, not on my own, not without her help? I know I gave her cereal, toast, maybe cut-up fruit now and then, especially when she lived with us in that last year, when I slept in the same room with her to make sure she was all right. But I never cooked for her. And it’s a bitter irony that, almost ten years after she’s gone, I’m wondering which cookies she’d want for Christmas, when all my life, she knew which I’d prefer.

Those are the kinds of things one thinks about after losing someone: the questions you would’ve asked, the things you would’ve done while you still could. I will never bake for my grandma, but I will bake for you. And, in so doing, it seems to me, she doesn’t feel so far away.


Brown Butter Cookies
Adapted from Gourmet, 1961

The original recipe calls for a tablespoon of vanilla sugar, which I replaced with regular vanilla extract. I’d guess the alteration makes a slight difference, but, honestly, one bite in, you won’t mind at all.

Ingredients:
1 cup butter
2/3 cup sugar
1 Tablespoon vanilla
2 1/3 cup flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
Blanched almonds, for topping (I used maybe a 1/4 cup)

Directions:
In a heavy saucepan melt 1 cup butter over low heat until it browns. Add 2/3 cup sugar and 1 tablespoon vanilla and cool the mixture. Beat in 2 1/3 cups flour and 1 teaspoon baking powder to make a smooth dough. Roll spoonfuls of the dough into marble-sized balls and put them 1 inch apart on a buttered or Silpat-lined baking sheet. Press each ball down slightly with the tines of a fork, and top with half a blanched almond. Bake the cookies at 325° F for 20 minutes. Remove them from the baking sheet and cool. Serve half of the cookies. Freeze the remainder in a freezer container.

To serve the frozen cookies, defrost them at room temperature for 5 to 10 minutes.

Lasagna, for one

the red red of diced tomatoes

Laurie Colwin says people lie about what they eat when alone. “A salad, they tell you. But when you persist, they confess to peanut butter and bacon sandwiches deep fried and eaten with hot sauce.” (I’ve decided, just so you know, that of all the writers I wish I could’ve had dinner with, Laurie Colwin is #1, followed very closely by this kid, Noah Lawrence, a Yale college student who writes things like this and this and plays songs like these).

Saturday, I spent a day in the kitchen, alone, just me and my laptop, belting out music and online TV shows while I mixed dough and pushed pans in the oven. I could tell you I ate a sandwich, a cup of soup, some fruit—that I scrambled eggs, even. But I’d be lying. In fact, I ate a handful of oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies, followed by some other cookies (recipe forthcoming Friday posted here), chased with hazelnut coffee. All of these were eaten while I stood over the sink or fiddled with ingredients, never while I was seated and certainly not off a plate. These are the joys of eating alone.

There are different joys, of course, when eating with friends: conversation, for example, which is not to say that speaking cannot happen when one is alone in the kitchen, but just that most speaking is improved with a listener and responses. Also, eating with someone amplifies the sensual understanding: knowing someone else smells the sweet doughy air, when you pull cinnamon rolls out of the oven, gives you a stronger experience. You’re not just smelling something; you’re smelling something with someone. They may comment on it, they may not react; it is irrelevant. The communal seeing, smelling, tasting, touching—changes the way you eat. You are no longer just eating. You are eating with someone else.

Eating alone, however, is filled with entirely different pleasures. There is something to be said for learning to be alone, just you and your thoughts and the kitchen, and being comfortable. Alone, you don’t have to be interesting or smart or funny even. You don’t have to talk, you don’t have to do chop the onions the right way, you don’t have to worry about making a mess. There are no rules but the ones you make for yourself, and those are OK to break. Alone, you can just be you.

lasagna

Eventually Saturday (as in, late afternoon) I wanted substance. And having never blow-dried my hair or put on makeup, let alone donned normal clothes, I didn’t want to go out. Thus, this version of lasagna was born: lasagna for one.

Essentially, you cook up some olive oil and onions and garlic in a skillet, then add broken chunks of lasagna noodles, topped by diced tomatoes and sauce. This simmers for a while, softening the pasta and flavoring it with the sauce and oil. Next comes the cheese—my favorite part—which you scatter on top of everything before covering the pan and removing it from the heat. Enclosed, the skillet will melt the cheese, sending it oozing and bubbling over the tomatoes and noodles, creating a sloppy, saucy medley. Remove the cover, and voila: lasagna, ready to be eaten. (Between us, over the sink works fine.)

Lasagna for one (or two)
Adapted from Ezra Pound Cake

Ingredients:
1 cup diced fresh tomatoes
Water
1 Tablespoon olive oil
1/2 medium onion, minced
Salt
2 garlic cloves, minced
1/8 teaspoon red pepper flakes
5 curly-edged lasagna noodles, broken into 2-inch lengths
1/2 can (or 4 ounces) tomato sauce
1/8 cup plus 1 Tablespoon grated Parmesan cheese
Pepper
1/2 cup mozzarella cheese
1.5 tablespoon chopped basil

Directions:
Pour tomatoes with their juices into 1-cup liquid measuring cup. Add water until mixture measures just over one cup.

Heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat until shimmering. Add onion and 1/2 teaspoon salt and cook until onion begins to brown, about 5 minutes. Stir in garlic and pepper flakes and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.

Scatter pasta on top but do not stir. Pour diced tomatoes with juice and tomato sauce over pasta. Cover and bring to simmer. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer, stirring occasionally, until pasta is tender, about 20 minutes.

Remove skillet from heat and stir in 1/8 cup Parmesan. Season with salt and pepper. Dot with heaping tablespoons of mozzarella, cover and let stand off heat for five minutes. The cheese will melt and ooze all over the softened pasta by the time you remove the cover. Sprinkle with basil and remaining Parmesan. Serve.