Thursday, April 30, 2009
S'mores Cookies
recipe from Cookie Madness
3/4 cup softened butter (1 1/2 sticks)
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 1/4 cups flour
1 cup graham crackers
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips (I used mini chips)
1 cup mini marshmallows (I used slightly more than a cup)
2 Hershey bars, chopped up
Preheat oven to 375ºF.
In a stand mixer, combine the butter and sugars until fluffy. Mix in egg and vanilla until combined. Add the flour, graham crackers, salt, and baking soda, and mix well. Stir in the chocolate chips.
Drop by rounded tablespoon onto cookie sheets (I didn't use parchment, and one tray of cookies stuck a bit to the sheet, but the other was fine, so you may want to use parchment just in case). Bake for 8 minutes, and remove from the oven. Push 3 to 4 marshmallows and a few pieces of hershey bar into each cookies. Return to the oven and bake an additional 3-4 minutes until fully cooked. Cool cookies on a wire rack.
Makes 3 dozen cookies.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
How to Steal a Million
I saw this very entertaining movie the other night, "How to Steal a Million" (1966) with Peter O'Toole and Audrey Hepburn.
The basic plot of the movie was that A.H. played the daughter of an art forger. One of their forged sculptures was in a big museum show in France (and insured for a million dollars!). P.O.T is a charming burglar who works with A.H. to steal the statue and presumably, collect the insurance money.
There were the portly, bumbling french guards (who stay at the museum all night and eat & drink wine). I secretly want some of those. The paddy wagon of french guards who show up and file through the museum at a moment's notice of trouble. The monopoly man of a Registrar who unfolded a map of loan conditions which contained "the work will be covered in the case of earthquake, thunderbolt & larceny..." and the cleaning ladies, who dressed in rags, and wiped the floors, marble walls, pedestals, and works of art with the same dirty rags & dirty water (ugh!).
Education
Obama (in the NYTimes Magazine article) on Education:
THE PRESIDENT: We set out a goal in my speech to the joint session that said everybody should have at least one year of post-high-school training. And I think it would be too rigid to say everybody needs a four-year-college degree. I think everybody needs enough post-high-school training that they are competent in fields that require technical expertise, because it’s very hard to imagine getting a job that pays a living wage without that — or it’s very hard at least to envision a steady job in the absence of that.
And so to the extent that we can upgrade not only our high schools but also our community colleges to provide a sound technical basis for being able to perform complicated tasks in a 21st-century economy, then I think that not only is that good for the individuals, but that’s going to be critical for the economy as a whole.
I was in West Virginia recently talking to some college students, and these are kids in college, fully intending to graduate, and yet they were still telling me they’re not sure whether a college education is worth it. They’re going to be graduating in a recession. They’re worried their jobs will go to China. You hear these things all the time. What would you say — there are a large number of very thoughtful people who have those concerns — what would you say to them?
THE PRESIDENT: Well, look, I’d start off by saying just look at the statistics. The unemployment rate for high-school graduates is at least three times what it is for a college graduate. So it’s true that in this recession you’re seeing white-collar jobs impacted. Even before the recession, it’s true that you saw some outsourcing of white-collar jobs. But if you’re working the odds, your likelihood of getting a job that pays you a good, solid middle-class wage is vastly increased upon graduating from college — unless you’reLeBron James. And so I think the evidence (3) speaks for itself.
You can find the entire article here.
Noble American Cookery
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
In Treatment
Monday, April 27, 2009
Mona Lisa
Friday, April 24, 2009
Travel Picnic
I wish I could be like Amanda Hesser in this Food Diary entry in the Times a while back. (I found it through A Cup of Jo) I always end up eating whatever food is available to me on the plane/in the airport and I always regret it. I think the travel-proof ingredients and containers are key.
"About a month ago, I was going to Spain, and I had a lot on my mind. But there was one thing that took priority: what to eat on the airplane?
It was an overnight flight, so there were a number of issues to consider. I would need dinner and dessert and perhaps something for just before arrival. I had a few parameters, developed over years of air travel: it must be compact and light, yet it cannot be skimpy. It must include favorite foods like cheeses, cookies and olives, and it should in some way be lavish. This is because whenever I fly, I am convinced that I will die. So I put a lot of energy into being comfortable and creating a kind of cocoon around myself. I wear Bose headphones, which block out the roar of the engines (and hopefully any signs of malfunction), wrap myself in a blanket and wear one of those blow-up neck pillows. Food in the cocoon is most important. I want the meal to be delicious and civilized: if it's going to be my last one, it's certainly not going to be some rubbery chicken suffocating in tinfoil.
I pack my meal in a plastic bag, and at the airport I buy a large bottle of water. (You never get enough in coach.) Then after takeoff, even on early flights, when the flight attendants first bang through with their drink carts, I have my cocktail hour. I order a little sparkling water with a wedge of lemon and a Scotch, served neat. I fly Delta quite often, and they always seem to stock Johnnie Walker Black, which isn't bad. On overseas flights, they sometimes have Glenmorangie. You must press the attendants to look for all the brands, because even if they're friendly (which is rare indeed), they always seem to reach for the cheapest thing they have.
I suggest packing salted nuts. (At home, you can use a much better oil to roast the nuts and an excellent coarse sea salt for seasoning, touches you won't find in store-bought roasted nuts. And once in Spain, I loaded up on those delicious salted almonds for the way back.) Airlines may still serve them, if that small but very vocal group with nut allergies hasn't already ruined it for the rest of us. And some airlines have good pretzels, but I highly recommend passing on those Chex Mix-like combinations.
After the cocktail hour, it's a good idea to wait for everyone else to be served their meals before beginning your own. If you don't, you will be subject to much staring. And you also won't get the benefit of a knife and butter, which you can poach from a tray. This is important for buttering the chewy country roll you bring, or slicing a nutty, soft cheese. You may also like to have wine with your meal. It will be no Chateau Paetrus, but it won't be the rotgut of years past either. Airlines, though still in the dark ages on food, have smartened up about wine. I recommend reds because extra tannins are more bearable than the heavy, flabby oak you get in cheap whites.
For the main course, I often bring a sandwich. They were made for traveling, after all, and should not be disparaged. A good sandwich may contain the best foods in the world: excellent cured meats and cheeses, aged vinegars, nut oils, roasted onions, herbs and homemade mayonnaise.
One of my favorite sandwiches for the air is a thin baguette spread with sweet butter and lined with prosciutto. I also fancy a similar version without butter and simply olive oil, roasted red pepper and creamy mozzarella cheese.
This time, since I was on my way to Spain, the land of ham, I needed to think outside the box. It was spring, and the season's first asparagus was popping up, so I leapt on it at Fairway. There, I also picked up some fresh goat curd (regular soft goat cheese would have been fine), blood oranges and arugula. I bought big, plump medjool dates and a ripe pear. For breakfast, I chose an almond croissant from a nearby pastry shop.
A few hours before my flight, I blanched the asparagus and let it cool, then sliced it into inch-long pieces. I whisked blood-orange juice and vinegar with a little Dijon mustard, salt and pepper, dripping in grapeseed oil a little at a time. It was sweet and a moody shade of purple, which stained the arugula and bled all over the lumps of goat curd.
I could have added tuna instead of goat curd, some green beans or chickpeas, but I liked its simplicity, a tangle of strong, pure flavors. I packed the salad in a plastic container (which I just tossed when I got there) and brought a napkin and a real fork (which, disturbingly, makes it through the X-ray machine every time). I washed the fruit and put the cookies in a baggie.
For dessert, almost any tart, cake or petit four may be packed. Don't bother making anything. Buy a treat. It will give you something to look forward to, deep into the flight, after being forced to watch ''Shallow Hal.'' I picked up some cornmeal-almond biscotti and dark chocolates and went on my way."
Summer Dresses
More Equations
Culinary Aspirations
With installation finished here at work and Roger working all weekend, I'm hoping to clear the cobwebs out of the oven.
Give me a minute, a coffee
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Daydreaming
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
show me how!
A touch of color
Should I get these shoes? I like the touch of color they have. And they're on sale for 1/2 price. Seeing as I live in black flats, I may just get them...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
B-rads
Vacation
Monday, April 20, 2009
In the works
Atlantic City
Fleur de Lehigh
ICA Opening
Jazz pioneer, bandleader, mystic, philosopher, and consummate Afro-Futurist, Sun Ra (b. 1914
The surf surrounding Tavares Strachan's (b. 1979, lives