Post Note: I just got my Williams Sonoma catalogue in the mail today with a recipe for sweet corn chowder that looks very similar to my own recipe. (They use a bit less cream, a bit more more bacon, and no broth or thyme, but otherwise the soups could be slurpable sisters.) I'll have to give theirs a try and report back. For anyone who is interested, here's the link.
Doesn't it seem contraditory to bemoan the scorching summer weather in one post, only to offer a post for soup in the next? Bear with me, dear readers. This isn't your sit-by-the-fire-in-December kind of soup, this is Summer Thyme Corn Chowder. It's got smoky bacon, some woodsy undertones from the thyme, and lots and lots of perfect golden corn. It's best NOW, even in the heat of summer, because the corn is at its flavorful best. If you've got your own ears growing out back, then you're off to a good start. If not, wait a few weeks till your grocer is offering 4 corn for a $1.00, then load up your bushel. We must be the corn lovin'est family; we ate corn chowder with cornbread slathered with honey, and then buttered popcorn for dessert. We would have eaten well on Plymouth plantation. I'll be back this weekend with more garden goodness; I've been canning marinara sauce that tastes exactly like a breezy summer evening in Tuscany.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Summer Thyme Corn Chowder
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
It's almost August. The thermometer is bulging red. The kids that are brave enough to be outside have red cheeks, sticky hair, and a slick of sweat on their forehead. Inside, I'm using tall glasses of lemonade, the air conditioner,cold bubble baths, limited movement, the fan, anything to stave off the inevitable heat of summer. But here is by far my favorite method for keeping cool: Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream.....
This recipe, by Dorie Greenspan is creamy and rich, with a full bodied vanilla flavor. (Click here for the recipe and some pretty pics, too.) It'll cost you a little extra for the vanilla bean (buy in bulk to save some cash), but it's an indulgence that's worth every penny during these sultry summer months. Excuse me while I go make myself a cone for breakfast. Don't worry; I'll sprinkle it with granola so it can kind of be like cereal and milk. Phew. It's going to be scorcher.
I'll be back next with Summer Thyme Corn Chowder. Not too hot please.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Current Obsessions including Grilled Pork and Pineapple Tacos
In case you were wondering about any of my current mania, I've made a comprehensive list. This is only applicable to Summer 2009, because come Fall, a new set of mania will make my eyes turn into flying saucers. For now, my Current Obsessions:
Abigail Adams is my new role model. Except I'm not sure that I want to work that hard. Or give up mascara.
If I wanted to pretend to be someone else, an Italian exchange student would be top on my list too. Except now I'm thirty something and I don't think anyone would buy it.
Makes me want to go run outside and play in the grass. But then I get sweaty and hot and change my mind, and come inside the house and just look at Winslow Homer's artwork instead in the air conditioning.
According to Gladwell, you have to spend about 10,000 hours on any given activity to become an expert. It's too late for me, but I'll bet the charges are wondering why violin practice suddenly got about three hours longer.
I just like pushing the card-shooting button. It's thrilling; a bit like Russian Roulette, except with the huge bonus of getting to stay alive. And you get to keep playing Uno for the rest of your life too, cuz you just got yourself 72 new cards.
If you play my mom's way, then everyone gets 10 tiles instead of seven. With ten tiles, the finished board looks like the work of geniuses instead of the average intelligence display that I'm so accustomed to producing. I might use 11 tiles next time, and then email a picture of the finished board to my eight grade English teacher. Wouldn't she be suprised.
They're just like Frosted Mini Wheats. Except they have cinnamon. Cinnamon Frosted Mini Wheats. With Cinnamon. On the Mini Wheats. I never thought I'd get so excited about mini wheats, but did I mention that these ones come with cinnamon?
I should have about $1000 saved for our trip by now. Except I keep stealing from myself. But I usually put back what I steal at some point, since I try to at least loosely keep the commandments. Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Blackberry Raspberry Crisp and Nauvoo
This week in the great state of Utah, we celebrate Pioneer Day, to commemorate the Mormon pioneer's entrance into the Salt Lake Valley. The pioneers began their dusty trek in a little town in western Illinois called Nauvoo. Located on a bend of the Mississippi River, Nauvoo has been restored to recapture the 19th century charm of a little midwestern town. It's a bit like colonial Williamsburg, except that Nauvoo's attractions are 100 percent FREE to the public. The little red brick town contains a bakery, a gunsmith, printing press, blacksmith, brick factory, all operated by volunteers in pioneer dress.
My children love the Pioneer Living Center best of all, since they can participate in candle, rope and quilt making, plus see a real bustle oven for baking bread.
During the summer months, Nauvoo really comes to life with an outdoor theatrical known as the Nauvoo Pageant.
Professional actors plus scores of volunteers make up the cast for a musical interpretation of life in Nauvoo for the Mormon settlers. (My parents, who normally live across the street in my southwestern town, spend their entire summer in Nauvoo as pageant volunteers.) If you live anywhere near Western Illinois, hitch up your wagon and head to the Pageant, which runs until August 1st.
For more information about times and location, click here. I've been to Nauvoo about 7 times in the last ten years, and I'm so smitten with the place, that I wish it were 8. If you can't make it to Nauvoo, but want a taste of the Nauvoo Pageant, email me at prudencepenny@aol.com, and I'll get you a free copy of the Nauvoo Pageant CD.
Now, for today's recipe, I'm sharing a fantastic blackberry and raspberry cobbler, which seems perfectly in keeping with today's pioneer theme. Make some homemade vanilla ice cream on the side, and you'll think you've died and gone to Nauvoo.
Money Saving Tips: Use the cheapest berries you can find, even if that means using frozen. Look for a U-Pick location. If you can't find good black berries, substitute blueberries or even peaches or apricots. Blackberry Raspberry Crisp
Estimated Cost: $6.00 for 8 servings
4 cups berries, fresh or frozen
1/3 cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon lemon juice
For Topping:
1 cup old fashioned oatmeal
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1/2 cup flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
8 tablespoons butter, divided
Prehea oven to 350 degrees. Layer berries in 9 inch square baking dish. Toss berries with sugar, flour, and lemon juice. In a separate small bowl, combine oatmeal, brown sugar, flour, and salt. In a separate small bowl, combine oats, brown sugar, flour, and salt. Rub in 4 tablespoons butter. Sprinkle oat mixture over berries. Dot with remaining four tablespoons butter. Bake for about 40-45 minutes, or until fruit is bubbly. Serve with ice cream.
I leave you with a poem by my mother.
MORNING IN NAUVOO
The sun’s rays move slowly
Up, over and through the
Wooded trees and ferns
Here a shimmering ray and there
From the deepest of green
To the palest of light - shadows
Cast across the lawn as
Brightly the solar star ascends.
“Good Morning children of
The earth, it is time to begin once more.”
No, it is not for man solely
To welcome the light of day
God’s creatures all join
This joyful wake up call;
From the tiniest of birds
To the cautious fawn silently
Stepping from her secluded haven.
Or even as the golden butterflies join in the joyful throng
Across this scenic canvas. No artist can truly paint the
Grandeur of the awakening known as morn
The radiance of flecks of gold,
The sounds of nature stirring.
And clamoring for its own daily bread.
The soft chattering of the insects
Or the wind that moves amongst
Thee trees with the pleasant whisper
“It is here, your rest for the night is o’er.”
Nor can be depicted by that same skilled brush
The anticipation of this human heart as I go forth
To a discovery of my very own
This a brand new day.
B. Renouf
Nauvoo, IllinoisComing Next:
Super Fast Grilled Pork Tacos with Pineapple Slaw
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Super Fast Grilled Steak Sandwiches
My little sister asked me what we were having for dinner last night. When I told her we were having grilled steak sandwiches, she asked me, "Does your husband know how lucky he is? Mine is getting a bowl of cereal!" Believe me when I tell you that my husband gets his requisite nighttime bowls of Cheerios, but last night he struck supper-time gold. Juicy grilled steak sandwiches on crusty rolls with sweet bell peppers and melted cheese make for one man-pleasing dinner. Best of all, it's not much more effort than pouring some Kix and milk into a bowl. Especially if you can get your fortunate fella to man the grill. Move over Lucky Charms, now there's something meatier.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Plum Crumb-yes, that's really the name of this cake
It's Tuesday again, and that means hundreds of internet bakers are joining together as part of our TWD baking club and recreating a sweet treat from Dorie Greenspan's sizeable tome, "Baking: From My Home to Yours." This week, the appointed recipe is a plum brioche tart. You will not find a plum brioche tart here. Yeast risen brioche dough, while extremely pleasant in other forms, is not to my liking in tart form. And so I had decided not to participate in today's baking, except that a couple of days ago while swimming in my parent's backyard, my daughter noticed some plums, just ripe for the picking on a poolside tree. Together we plucked the best of the bunch, and then threw the squishy ones over the fence because no one lives back there and it seemed like the sensible thing to do. Ripe plums make very fine baseballs, in case you are ever in need, by the way. Having procured my plums by sheer fortune, I knew I had to make something delicious with them. I remembered a plum crumb cake that I used to love from an old Pillsbury cookbook. Please don't be put off by the name Plum Crumb. Maybe you won't be, but my mother regularly uses the noun "Crumb" to label married men with-how shall I say?- lascivious and licentious behavior. For example, if Mom knows anything about John Gosselin, she would definitely dub him a Crumb. But don't blame this crumb for any of his misdeeds. This crumb is a soft lemon cake,
covered with juicy jewel -toned plums,
and then topped with a brown sugar streusel.
I remembered that I used to adore it, but like so many things that I used to love in my youth (cool ranch doritos, for example) I worried that it wouldn't survive the test of time. I am very happy to be wrong. It's scrumptious, just absolutely scrumptious and I hope you'll make one soon. I sure will. I know a great place to get some free plums.
Money Saving Tips:
Plum Crumb Cake
2 tablespoons butter, softened
pinch of salt
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Summer Tex Mex Vegetable Soup
Would I sound like a broken record if I told you that my sister just had a baby? Well, it's true. My youngest sister, the ever charming Mary Kate, just gave birth to a darling little baby boy. I don't have a single pregnant sister left, uh, that I'm aware of anyway; I'll keep you posted if I hear otherwise. I've been up in Salt Lake City with Mary Kate, trying to be a sisterly helper, since her husband had to be out of town for a few days on business. Only I think I failed. I really didn't help her with the baby at all. Her other son, the two year old Jakers, took such a liking to me that I was completely wrapped up with him. He slept on my pillow, followed me into the bathroom, brushed my hair, confiscated my bracelets and yellow flower sandals, made sure I watched INTENTLy all of his tricks including light saber fighting, ball kicking, piano playing and dancing, and generally delighted me in every way. I'm home now and I dearly miss my rough and tumble little buddy. What will I do without him?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Katherine Hepburn Brownies
Maybe the reason that I love actresses of yesteryears so much is that I can tell them apart. Their looks were distinctive. They didn't have plastic surgery to fix their noses, their wrinkles, their lips. They didn't bleach their teeth, and while some of them certainly bleached their hair, they didn't all do it, and certainly not the same shade of platinum blond. They look like they even ate dinner once in a while, and didn't have liposuction to have it all sucked away. And they were gorgeous. Real human women-with flaws and all-are so much more beautiful then the false and brittle images that Hollywood promotes these days. Like Katherine Hepburn, for example. She's spectacular in Bringing Up Baby, divine in Philadelphia Story. She was a real woman; beautiful, talented, and imperfect. And Hepburn even had her own brownie recipe.
A gooey, delicious, fudgy, deeply chocolaty brownie recipe. On second thought, maybe she was perfect after all.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Summer Submission
Good morning, fellow patriots.
Notice the lack of inhibition when a small charge does this....
And this...
And this
I think I'll pretend I'm seven again and really enjoy my summer.
I think I'll enjoy it even more knowing I'm the one with the camera. No photographic evidence will ensue. Phew. Pass the pancakes.
Be back tomorrow with ...Katherine Hepburn Brownies





