Put Some Bacon On It
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Getting saucy
Sunday night I returned home from a weekend away visiting friends, to a city that had the chill of October mere days before the 4th of July. Boston is known for unpredictable weather, and Sunday was no exception. I took advantage of Mother Nature's mood swing and threw together a super hearty and almost healthy red sauce. This particular recipe didn't feature bacon, but I did include pork sausage, so party on!
Anyone that's ever attempted a traditional tomato based sauce will tell you it's a commitment. I love being true to a recipe just as much as the next food blogger, but I'm also a realist. It was already 7:30 and True Detective was finally back with new episodes. Sacrifices were made. Within moments, garlic and chopped onions were flung from the tip of my trusty chef's knife into a small pool of hot olive oil.
Let's be honest. I love to cook. I love to try new techniques and recipes. Homemade is the the best way whenever possible. That being said, preparing my own sausage wasn't on the agenda. I don't even know where to go about buying meat casing and I definitely don't have the counter space to make it all happen. I opted for store bought, but cut the sausage out of the casing to ensure maximum crumbliness. Free the meat, so to speak.
Once cooked, I pulled the sausage out of the pot, but left as much of the onion and garlic (and grease!) in the pot as was possible. Two cans of diced tomatoes, a healthy splash of olive oil, fresh cracked salt and pepper, and about 20 minutes on a low simmer got me almost to the finish line. I tossed in my go-to Italian seasonings (fresh basil, oregano, parsley, crushed red pepper flakes) into the pot, mixed in my super secret ingredient (one small can of tomato paste), and went to town blending the sauce to tomato-y bliss with my immersion blender.
(*If you don't have an immersion blender, get one. Game changer)
I said this was a sort-of healthy recipe, didn't I? Yeah- something had to redeem me after a weekend of lobster rolls and fries. Tossing baby spinach, kale, and button mushrooms in olive oil and garlic still counts, right? Good- glad you're coming with me on that. I must have really been craving veggies last night, because I even busted out my veggie spirializer (http://www.amazon.com/Veggetti-Spiral-Vegetable-Slicer-Veggie/dp/B00IIVRB3W - thanks, Amazon!) and put it to work making zoodles - yes, zoodles.
When it was all over, the entire process took about an hour, and I ended up with 4-5 healthy portions of sauce - which I could eat with a spoon right out of the container. I'm not going to say I've actually done that... except that I did and I am and I'd do it again.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The Sanctity of Sunday
There's a reason Etta sings about wanting this kind of love. Sundays are sacred, and it trickles back to childhood. To pancakes and pajamas. To slowing down and drinking coffee from a mug, not a paper cup made from 40% post consumer waste and the anxiety of standing in line with the masses for morning joe. Sunday is the day to make that big breakfast. To cook the bacon, stir the batter, sleep in, and enjoy the New York Times crossword puzzle.
So today as I sip from the ceramic mug I made that summer in college I stayed on campus, as the bacon sizzles and pops on the stove and I enjoy the blessedly quiet moments before roommates wake up and the house is buzzing, I am reminded of how wonderful Sunday morning really is. I am transported to my parent's kitchen stirring pancake batter with my father while my mother started the coffee pot. It's like waking up after a snow storm before the plows have cleared the streets; the serene calm coats Sunday morning, and I am always grateful for the moments I'm lucky enough to enjoy it.
Lately I've noticed the craziness of everyday life has revved up. In response, I've taken the complication out of my cooking. Fresh ingredients mixed well, and smartly paired. So today the bacon will accompany a family favorite; teddy bear pancakes. The first recipe I ever mastered, from the first cookbook I ever had, from the best kitchen a cook can know.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Dinner, Deliciously Simple
Dinner is a wonderful part of my day. I look forward to it; the quiet moments in my kitchen, the clear sign of the day's end, the yummy treats that come out of it (whether by my own hands or doled out courtesy of a delivery driver) are some of the most satisfying and restoring meals of the day. After a recent bad day, I decided to pamper myself with a true classic; poached eggs. Simple, creamy and delicious, they are indulgent without excess and great way to turn a not-so-great day around. Sure, bacon could have made this meal better. A mimosa would have too. But perhaps, from time to time, there are the few meals and moments that a person can enjoy in quiet simplicity. Bacon-less, for a meal.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Christmas Baking: Surviving the Big Push
Like the song says, 'It's the most wonderful time of the year', and dammit, you'd better put a smile on your face and get happy about it if you expect to get through your holiday baking. At least that's my take.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thanksgiving, or Christmas for fat kids
Despite it taking nearly a month from me to recover from my Thanksgiving coma, here are/were my thoughts on Turkey Day.