Let’s Make Gnocchi! (with Crimini, Zucchini & Arugula)

When you have matters  pressing, and a whole to-do list of tasks, such as: writing wedding thank-you cards,  prepping Green Card application documents, and putting away the ever-growing pile of clothes and crap  that live atop my dresser – THAT, my friends, is when it’s time to make an elaborate dinner. You huff away in the kitchen, flour smeared on your face like some flustered child contestant in a cooking show about children cooking, creating a larger mess than necessary, and then finally, when it’s ready, you sit and eat, and then you go about cleaning up. And you get to feel tired and accomplished and very busy, all the while the tasks on aforementioned to-do list remaining.

Okay, anyway, point is: I made gnocchi. I’ve made it a few times before, but a few years go by between each gnocchiventure. I once made gnocchi at a singles’ event! Some person had assembled a group of 6 single men and 6 single ladies and we all cooked together and then ate. At the end of the night, we all had to submit a form, with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or ‘maybe’ written next to the name of each of the male attendees. I wrote ‘no’ next to all the names, except the name of the organizer. I wrote a ‘maybe’ next to his name, but I never heard from him. At first I was ‘hahah’ about it and then I was kind of 😦 about it but hey, who cares because I GOT MARRIED ANYWAY, and I also came away with gnocchi intel.

A not-superb photo of my dinner. It probably looks prettier on a plate, and with cheese, and in natural light.

A not-superb photo of my dinner. It probably looks prettier on a plate, and with cheese, and in natural light.

Also, I make the same thing for dinner often (variations of macrowbowls, mostly, and then fancier stuff for my Shabbos dinners), and then on other nights, we order sushi, or we go out, or I have eggs on toast, or my husby cooks, and quite well, I might add, smugly. I rarely have the time or energy to come up with a whole new thing. I left work early last night, stopped by Brooklyn Fare, the most expensive supermarket in the world, although I do have a rewards card there, so for every $300 I spend, I get $10 credit, which gets me a packet of dried mango.

I used this Smitten Kitchen recipe (quelle surprise) as my guide, and ignored all the stuff about soup. Because it’s a carby dish, and because I was skimping on protein for the evening, I thought I might as well load it with veggies. I chose Crimini mushrooms and zucchini, and bought a beautiful box of wild arugula to toss through the whole thing.

I chose 3 largish Yukon Gold potatoes for my gnocchi. They were actually so delicious and sweet, just on their own. The most important thing is, you want to boil them with the skin on, and drain them ASAP, because you want to avoid excess water. The dryer, the better. I don’t have a potato ricer, so after I let them cool (I boiled and drained them, went  for a “run”, and continued upon my return), I just mashed them to the best of my ability with a fork. Mash, mash, mash. I then added a teaspoon of salt (I know, it seems like a lot), and an egg. Keep mixing until very smooth. And then, half a cup of flour. Mix, mix. Another half cup flour; keep mixing and you’ll see a dough forming. Add a little more – you want a dough that is very soft and kind of delicate to touch, but one that won’t stick to your hands, and can be kneaded – which you’ll then do, on a floured surface, for just a minute. Divide the dough into 4 pieces and roll each piece into a long rope. Cut it up to whatever size you want, and do that thing with the back of a fork where you get some ridges on your gnocchi. Then place them all on some parchment paper and put a pot of salted water on to boil.

While waiting for the water, I cooked up my veggies. I got some grapeseed oil nice and hot in a non-stick pan and tossed the mushrooms around, with a dash of salt and pepper, for a few minutes, and then transferred them to a bowl. Then I added my zucchini to some more hot oil, and cooked them until they were just done, adding a few rosemary bits and some tarragon leaves I had in the freezer. I added them to the mushrooms in the bowl. By then, the water was boiling, and I threw in about a 3rd of the gnocchi. Let them cook for about 2 or 3 minutes – when they rise to the top, they are ready! Remove them with a slotted spoon. I heated some olive oil, and I can’t believe this, but some butter also, in the pan I’d been using for the veggies, and I tossed the gnocchi in there, until a little golden, and THEN added it to the bowl with the mushrooms and zucchini. I gave it all a toss, and adjusted seasonings, and then tossed it with the arugula. I bowled them up, and added some grated asiago (on his) and an olive oil drizzle. It was all very impressive. We ate it on the couch and watched Breaking Bad, which is a show I have only just discovered. You can use potato flour instead of regular flour, if you want. If you wanted to add some protein, you could maybe throw a fried egg on top, or have it with some  fish. Or, come cooler months, you could skip the butter and eat the gnocchi with a delicious bolognese or something. I cannot fathom a heavy, hot, meat dish on a summer’s day such the one I find myself in today. Anyway, I only cooked about half the gnocchi I made. I froze the other half, raw and on the parchment paper. After it’s frozen, you can just throw them all in a bag together and not worry about it sticking. I can’t think of anything that makes me more wifed up than having a supply of homemade gnocchi in the freezer.

QUESTIONS????????

DDDDINNER: Carbs on Carbs on Ramps

 

spring pasta

It’s May and the farmers’ market is irresistible. Literally, there is no walking through it without emerging with some fancy leaves with names that sound like some band of cool girls (Mizuna, Sorrel, Purslane).

Last Wednesday was a stunner. I snuck a quick afternoon break and picked up some ramps (natch), asparagus (newly in season!), garlic chives and then some eggs and ricotta from an Amish man.   My mind was leading me towards a spring-y sort of pasta. (Yes, pasta. Again. Sorry I’m not sorry.)

I mean…

spring veg

So I had an idea and I was moving forward. But then a wrench was thrown into my plans in the shape of a tiny sourdough loaf, straight from the holy land of San Francisco. Sensing an opportunity to make this meal even more carb-y (this is kosher-ish and delish-ish, not Paleo or South Beach friendly), I had a vision: If ramps are kinda like garlic, then you can kinda substitute one for the other and when life surprises you with a sourdough then this can only mean one thing: RAMP BREAD.

ramp bread

I know this looks delicious but it was ten times as delicious as it looks. 10x.

–       Ten or twelve ramps

–       A small sourdough

–       Garlic chives

–       Olive oil

–       Salt

  1. Slice the bread into appetizer-sized pieces
  2. Chop up the ramp bulbs and sauté in olive oil and salt for a few min.
  3. Loosely chop the ramp leaves and chives and add to olive oil
  4. Cook everything down for another couple minutes
  5. Spread ramp/oil mixture on bread slices
  6. Broil for five or so minutes, or until bread starts to brown and crisp
  7. Voila! You just made the most delicious thing ever.

As for the rest of the stuff, I whipped up some pasta and it was so good even my sister ate it (she’s more of a…carnivore).

–       one lb asparagus (“just pulled from the ground yesterday! I heard)

–       small bunch of ramps

–       garlic chives

–       small tub of ricotta

–       parmesan cheese

–       lemons

–       olive oil

–       salt

–       pepper

–       half box of pasta

  1. Shave the asparagus butts, slice into inch long pieces and par boil for one minute.
  2. Make the pasta, reserve about a quarter cup of cooking liquid
  3. Make ricotta mixture – stir together ricotta, grated parmesan cheese, glug of olive oil, lemon zest, lemon juice, salt and pepper
  4. Chop up ramp bulbs and sauté in olive oil and salt (I’m nothing if not repetitive)
  5. Add ramp leaves, garlic chives and melt down.
  6. Add asparagus to ramp mixture.
  7. Add vegetables and ricotta mixture to pasta
  8. Give it a few good tosses
  9. Serve! Eat!

40 Years in The Dessert: DIY Ice Cream Sandwiches

40 Years in The Dessert is where we talk about pies, cookies, and other sweet treats. 

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My sweet tooth isn’t that big. My dessert is usually just more of what we had for dinner, and a few weeks ago, I tried my first Skittle ever. Literally, one Skittle. My teeth sunk into it, and I thought, “right, got it, sugar”. If someone told me I was never allowed to eat chocolate, ever again, I would not care. If you told me I could never eat pickles again, I would cry and not get out of bed for two weeks. Anyway.

But sometimes I bake, and here’s why: people LOVE it. People love cookies, pies, cake, cookies. They are endlessly impressed by anything sweet you make yourself at home. And even though I never want any cake (not to sound falsely virtuous – don’t worry, I love bread and mayonnaise and potato chips and chicken skin, and I don’t mind ice cream), everyone else always does. And I’m way too much of a whore for affection, attention, and recognition to ignore how easy baking is. Flour, eggs, sugar, butter – truly a recipe to make people love you, and not in any bullshit way. They will really love you, I promise.

Admittedly, baking can get complicated. And the zillions of recipes online can prove problematic when you’re looking for a recipe that works, so it’s good to have sources. The last few things I’ve baked have come straight from Smitten Kitchen, which is such a good cooking blog and if it’s not bookmarked on your browser, you should do that now. I’ve made her gorgeous peach pie twice now; it’s not that hard and PEOPLE ARE SO IMPRESSED BY IT. Ugh! Baking! It’s extremely effective and emotionally satisfying. “How To Win Friends And Influence People? Baking.” – Andrew Carnegie.

Anyway, apart from good sources, another thing that comes into handy with baking, is instinct. Sure I don’t love sugar, but I do have a basic understanding of rules of deliciousness. And that is how the Ice Cream Sandwiches of this past weekend came about. I love cooking Shabbos dinners, but will rarely provide dessert. I’ll tell someone to bring fruit and be done with it. Sorry, guests!

But my beloved, his big sister, and her… step-mother-in-law, oddly, were coming to dinner! And it’s Shabbos – a day of rest, and treats! So I thought: dessert! I used the Smitten Kitchen chocolate chip cookie recipe for the first time, although I halved it (what’s a girl to do with 20 cookies?), used only brown sugar instead of white and brown, and omitted the nuts (on account of not owning any and wanting to keep it simple).

Future cookies.

Future cookies.

I creamed the butter and sugar with a fork, pretty roughly, but it didn’t matter in the end. I pressed the dough balls lightly with a fork, halfway through baking, to make sure the cookie was on the flatter side. I purchased a pint of Starbucks coffee ice cream (my local MET only had the lesser Ben & Jerry’s flavours, and I thought the cookies and coffee would be a good combo), and let it get a touch soft before putting a scoop of it between two (completely cooled, need I say) chocolate chip cookies. I pressed the cookies together, letting the scoop flatten and spread, and presented it to my guests on a plate. They were very impressed, and I felt very loved. Step-mother-in-law was a no-show, FYI.

“You’re not having one?”, asked big-sister-of-boyfriend. Whenever people ask that, I always want to say something hilarious like “oh, I don’t really eat”, or “oh, I’m trying to reduce (such a funny old word for diets, right?)”, but instead, I just said the truth: “eh, I don’t love sweets”. And I had little bowl with a scoop of the ice cream, and I poured very cold milk over the scoop, and ate that with a spoon. I learned to eat ice cream with milk from my little sister Freda, who, I think, saw Cameron Diaz do it in that movie In Her Shoes, although I think she poured the milk straight into the carton of ice cream.

Next time, I think I’ll put the ice cream in the cookies, and then put the sandwiches back in the freezer to harden a little. They can probably hang out in the freezer for a while, in an airtight container. I would have made a spare and wrapped it up for my roommate for when she gets back from London, but I don’t think she likes coffee, and all the cookies got eaten anyway.

(There is no photo of the actual ice cream sandwiches because they were made on Shabbos, and I don’t take photos on Shabbos. But if you close your eyes, there it is.)