March 9th, 2014
Recipe: beef porcini pot pies
Spring forward. Spring forward. I rather think of it as pouncing forward. It’s a bit jarring, the darkness in the morning and the extended daylight in the evening and whoa, when I sit down to work on the computer I have one less hour than I thought I did. Jeremy is a fan of Daylight Saving Time. He said he feels like he’s in fog all winter until the clocks jump forward. He loves the stacking of extra daylight on the other end of the day. Kaweah, we discovered, does not care for Daylight Saving. We tried to coax her awake Sunday morning, but she was having none of it. She’d open one eye, look at me, and then plop her head back onto her soft, warm bed. So we let her sleep until her little appetite clock said it was time to eat.
We had a nice wallop of snow Friday (great powder at our local resort) and then the snow clouds gave way to bluebird skies and the mercury soared into the 50s this weekend. Jeremy and I got out to ski tour Saturday, but the backcountry snow was already turning to mashed potatoes under the power of the sun and warm air temperatures. But it was gorgeous and my brain is already transitioning to spring skiing mode.
i never get tired of the colorado high country
It’s March, and I’m starting to poke about in the corners of my freezers and pantries to see which treasures I squirreled away last summer are still around. I have heaps of roasted green chiles, diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, jams, summer corn, peaches, huckleberries, pickled things… and dried porcini. Those porcini are such a labor of love. Wendy
and I slogged many miles in the mountains searching for these gems of the forest. Then she cleans every single mushroom (and sometimes there are a lot of them) that very evening, breaks them down, and begins dehydrating them. Not small feat. To let them spoil or go to waste is to beg the tree gods to animate and smack you upside the head for being such an ungrateful douchecanoe. When I flipped the calendar to March, I set about making some beef porcini pot pies.
olive oil, red wine, salt, pepper, dried porcini, onion, potatoes, flour, rosemary, thyme, garlic, tomato paste, boneless beef short ribs
rehydrate the porcini
strain (and reserve) the porcini liquid
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March 6th, 2014
Recipe: baby bok choy with miso ginger dressing
It’s been an exhausting few days while Jeremy was out of town. I’m running on fumes here, so this will be a quick post. I’ll just say there was a major poopocalypse Tuesday that was in essence: Kaweah pooped on wall-to-wall carpet, stepped firmly in poop, wandered all over wall-to-wall carpet and dog bed while I was in town running errands… yay. I spent four hours scrubbing pretty much everything and now I have a date with a rental steam cleaner this week.
Let’s look at some snow porn, because I really need it.
trail markers (blue diamonds) are normally 7 feet above ground, this was as high as my thigh
ripping ten fresh inches of powder
I know I’ve inundated you with heaps of indulgent posts lately, so I’m going to switch gears to something healthier and far easier to make. Sometimes I wonder if I love green vegetables in part because I love the color green. I’d like to think that the visual component plays a role in my enjoyment, but then how does one explain refritos? In any case, baby bok choy is mildly sweet and tender. I used to only find them at the Asian grocery store, but now you can find a few varieties in western grocery stores.
bok choy, miso, ginger, garlic, lime, rice vinegar, sesame oil, vegetable oil, sriracha, mirin (ignore the soy sauce)
cut the baby bok choy in half
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March 2nd, 2014
Recipe: passion fruit malasadas
So, I just thought I’d ask… Are you guys tiring of my snow pictures?
more snow and more skiing over the weekend
Because if you are, I get it. See, even though I LOVE skiing and I LOVE the snow and I LOVE the cold, there are times when I think fondly of places that are not cold, snowy, and skiable. I had a typical conversation on The Book of Face a few weeks ago where I declared my love of Colorado winter and my friend Cindi declared her love for tropical beaches. I told her she ought to live in Hawai’i and I sent her a link to my Big Island of Hawai’i write up
from a few years ago. I glanced through the post and was reminded of how beautiful the island is.
crazy beautiful waipi’o valley
the ohia flower
green sea turtle snoozing on the beach
And then I saw photos of the (many) malasadas we
researched. Oh yeah, I was supposed to learn to make malasadas – those sweet fried doughnuts of Portuguese origin that are now ubiquitous across the islands. My favorites on the Big Island were from Tex Drive In in Honoka’a on the North Coast and I happened upon their recipe online. Awesome!
water, sugar, salt, vanilla, butter, eggs, flour, evaporated milk, quick rising yeast
blend an egg, the sugar, and butter together
add the yeast
and 5 cups of flour
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