Ice Cream Science and Stress-Free Squash Risotto

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Last week, I spent five days in Madison, Wisconsin shadowing an ice cream scientist.

As part of my Health/Science reporting class, I had to complete a practicum where I shadowed a scientist or medical professional. I’ve always wanted to learn more about ice cream and confectionery science, so Professor Rich Hartel’s lab at UW-Madison was the perfect fit.

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I worked with Maya Warren, a PhD student who studies the structural components of ice cream. I’ve been eating ice cream since before I can remember, but I never stopped to consider what makes it behave the way it does; melting just seemed par for the course.

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As it turns out, ice cream is one of the most structurally complex foods there is. There are big globules of fat found in the milk, and the size and number of the globules can affect how quickly ice cream melts or drips.

Needless to say, one of the highlights of the experience was tasting the ice cream Maya made, and then taking three pints of it home on dry ice. The ice cream made it all the way from Madison to Chicago without so much as melting.

I was especially surprised it didn’t melt after I got caught in rush hour traffic outside downtown Chicago. Perhaps it’s a testimony to Maya’s ice cream, or maybe just my frenzied attempts to get off the freeway. But both the ice cream and I made it back to my apartment. After regrouping, I was in desperate need of dinner.

In a book I read recently, “Lunch in Paris,” the author, Elizabeth Bard, describes her first winter in as an American expatriate in Paris. As she struggles to adjust to cultural differences and life without central heating, she decides to make risotto:

“I stirred and stirred, going around in circles in my head…The spoon made a milky path through the rice; with each stir the path disappeared, the mix felt a bit more solid.”

I can attest to the therapeutic properties of risotto. There’s something about stirring a pot of rice over, and over…and over again, that seems to make your problems disappear. It’s part arm workout, part meditation.

So after missing my exit, sitting in rush hour traffic for an hour, and unpacking my car, I decided to make a recipe I’ve been meaning to try for awhile: Butternut Squash Risotto.

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The recipe originally called for pearl barley, but I substituted a box of Israeli pearl couscous instead.

This risotto didn’t require as much stirring because the last part of the recipe called for baking. Perhaps this was for the best, as my energy level wasn’t as high as usual.

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After watching the white wine slowly simmer away, I mixed in slices of butternut squash. I put the risotto in the oven, and waited for forty minutes while it all came together. I love the smell of wine, onions and broth as it simmers in the oven; it reminds me a little of the chicken soup my mom used to make during the winter.

When it finally came out of the oven, I mixed in Parmesan cheese and fresh leaves of spinach. The first bite was nothing short of delicious; I probably could have eaten the whole pot in one, extended sitting, but with willpower I managed to save leftovers.

This is the perfect recipe for a day when you need a home cooked meal, but don’t want to put in the extra effort. The baking component takes away the stress, and the stirring will put you into a more zen state. I can’t say all my problems went away after making the risotto, but eating a bowl made life seem much less complicated.

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Butternut Squash Risotto (from here)
Serves 4| Hands-On Time: 20m| Total Time: 50m

Ingredients

  • 2  tablespoons  olive oil
  • 1 small butternut squash cut into one-inch pieces; about 3 cups
  • 1 onion, finely chopped
  • kosher salt and black pepper
  • 1  cup  pearl couscous (the original calls for barley)
  • 1/2  cup  dry white wine
  • 3  cups  low-sodium vegetable broth
  • 5  ounces baby spinach (about 3/4 cup)
  • 1/2  cup grated Parmesan (plus more for serving)

Directions

  1. Heat oven to 400° F. Heat the oil in a Dutch oven or large oven-safe saucepan over medium-high heat. Add the squash, onion, ¾ teaspoon salt, and ¼ teaspoon pepper and cook, stirring often, until the onion begins to soften, 4 to 6 minutes.
  2. Add the couscous to the vegetables and cook, stirring, for 1 minute. Add the wine and cook, stirring, until evaporated, about 1 minute. Add the broth and bring to a boil; cover the pot and transfer it to oven. Bake until the couscous until it is tender, 35 to 40 minutes.
  3. Stir in the spinach and Parmesan. Serve with additional Parmesan.
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Chicago Restaurant Week: Naha

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Every once in awhile, you have a meal you know you’ll never forget. Today was one of those days.

It’s Chicago Restaurant Week, a dream for foodies and anyone with a self-professed obsession for trying high-quality food at half (or sometimes, less than half) the price. There were close to 300 restaurants participating in Restaurant Week, so it was difficult to narrow down my choices.

But then I saw the menu for Naha, and the decision seemed less complicated. I have been hearing buzz about Naha since before I moved to Chicago, but I could never muster up the $60 plus dollars it would take to enjoy a meal there (that’s perhaps a conservative estimate?…).

However, when I saw they were offering a $22 prix-fixe, three-course menu, it seemed too good to be true. As did the choices for each of the three courses; sometimes, restaurants participating in restaurant week tend to stick to the basics. A simple filet of salmon, a starter salad and a piece of pie fit the bill for many establishments.

Naha doesn’t skimp on quality. The menu included everything from chicken tagine scented with Turkish spices, to chocolate cremeux, a rich chocolate pudding served with meringue, caramel and cocoa nibs.

From the minute I walked in the restaurant, the host staff were friendly. I didn’t have a reservation, but they guided me and my friend Kaitlyn to an immaculately set table in the middle of the room. I had barely taken off my coat and a waiter was filling my glass with ice water.

When the bread came and I placed the napkin in my lap, I experienced something that I’ve never noticed in other restaurants; the napkin was soft. Super soft. “Blanket soft,” as Kaitlyn said. The fact that someone cared enough to select a napkin with only the highest thread count seemed too good to be true; the owners even considered how I (and the other patrons) would feel as we dabbed our mouths after consuming a massive piece of chocolate cremeux.

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Kaitlyn and I both ordered the Heirloom Marina di Chioggia and Acorn Squash soup to start. When the waiter brought the soup to the table, at first I was a bit confused; he placed the bowls in front of us, which were decorated on the bottom with all the garnishes: herbed spaetzle (crispy, golden-fried pieces of dough with spices), soft strands of spaghetti squash, horseradish cream, and pumpkin seed oil.

Then, using a small glass pitcher, he poured the steaming hot soup into each bowl. He did it the way people would pour tea, holding the pitcher inches above the bowl.

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The soup was by far the highlight of the meal; Kaitlyn and I joked that we could have eaten three bowls, and still have been satisfied with our lunch. It was creamy and warm, the perfect antidote to a cold, windy Chicago afternoon. The flavors of the squash were perfectly complimented by the slight kick of horseradish, and the spaetzle seemed to melt in my mouth. I have never had better soup in my life.

For the second course, I ordered skate wing “Milanese” with wheatberries, roasted cauliflower, raisins and cumin, all served atop a delicate Italian frisee salad. I had no idea what skate was prior to lunch, and at first it sounded slightly intimidating; I pictured grilled fish with razor-like edges, staring up at me menacingly from the white china.

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I could not have been more wrong. Skate is a fish, but when cooked “Milanese” style, the outside becomes crispy, brown and lightly-fried, while the inside is soft, buttery, and delicious; when I cut into the fish, it literally collapsed beneath my fork. The fresh taste of the greens paired nicely with the saltier taste of white fish, and the smoked onion vinaigrette added more flavor to the dish.

Surprisingly, neither of us ordered chocolate cremeux for dessert. Maybe it was all the bread we consumed, or maybe because it was hard to choose between the options. In the end, we decided to split an almond “financier” served with brown butter, creme mousseline (rich, mousse-like cream with a hint of vanilla), and fruits soaked in liquor.

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Photo by Kaitlyn

For good measure, we also ordered the “Naha Cookies and Frivolities” plate, so we could get a sampling of everything the dessert menu had to offer.

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The financier was served with a dollop of cream on top, but I liked dipping it in the brown butter sauce. The golden raisins were plump and juicy, and I’ve never tasted better liquor-soaked prunes…They were sweet with just a subtle hint of alcohol. I wish I could eat all my fruits that way…

All the cookies were delicious, and we received a wide assortment; everything from shortbread to mini lemon thumbprint cookies with jam in the middle. My favorite were the crunchy peanut butter cookies and the mini palmiers. Palmiers are French pastries that are named after palm leaves (because of their leaf-like shape), but are also referred to as “Elephant Ears.” The dough was buttery and flaky, and sprinkled with just the right amount sugar.

When our server brought the check, she surprised us with mini dark-chocolate truffles and rose-water flavored jelly candy. Even after three courses, I devoured the truffles and candy with the same enthusiasm as I did my soup.

The candy was the perfect end to a delicious meal, one that I’ll be talking about for awhile. I think Kaitlyn and I were both a little sad to leave…After all, as stressed graduate students, how often do we get to sit down for a relaxing three-course meal? Especially in a restaurant where attention to detail and service is the rule, rather than the exception?

However, like any good meal, this one will stay with me for awhile. I’m sure when I’m reheating pasta in the microwave during the busy weeks ahead, I’ll remember the creaminess of the squash soup, the soft napkin in my lap, and the company of a good friend. And that, to me, is almost as good as the meal itself.

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Happy Blog-iversary!

Gooey Pumpkin Skillet Cake

Gooey Pumpkin Skillet Cake

It’s hard to believe that one year ago, I was creating my first blog post. So much has happened since then…Finishing my first job, applying to grad school, moving to Chicago, going to Israel- really, 2012 was a year full of change, challenges, and opportunity.

I’m happy my blog-iversary coincides with the New Year, because it gives me a chance to reflect, and make plans for the year to come. Of course, I want to discover new recipes, restaurants and bakeries.  But I also hope this year brings me more opportunities to travel, meet new people, and experience different cultures. I realized that I’m truly happy when I’m trying new things and visiting new places, so hopefully this year will give me the opportunity to see more of the world.

In the meantime, to celebrate my blog-iversay I decided to try a recipe that I’ve had on hold for a year. One of the first dessert recipes I ever found online was “One-Skillet Gooey Pumpkin Cookie Cake,” and it has been on my bookmark list ever since. At the time, I didn’t own a skillet and didn’t want to spring for one quite yet.

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This year, I made sure to buy a skillet before I moved to Chicago…maybe largely because I had been dying to make this cake. I knew the combination of gooey, buttery batter, pumpkin and cinnamon would be delicious, and I was not proven wrong.

The cake is easy to make, filled with cinnamon-brown sugar swirl, and will make your apartment/home smell like pumpkin scented candles. And the best part is, unlike the candle (which is sort of a tease), you’ll have a delicious dessert after 15-25 minutes.

Slice of Pumpkin Skillet Cake

Slice of Pumpkin Skillet Cake

Note: This cake is best enjoyed straight out of the skillet with a scoop of ice cream on top.

Gooey Pumpkin Skillet Cake (slightly adapted from Willow Bird Baking)

Ingredients:
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter
1/4 cup vegetable oil
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1 cup pureed pumpkin
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 eggs
2 1/8 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1/4 teaspoon allspice
a few dollops of dulce de leche

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. In a 10- or 12-inch cast iron skillet over medium heat, melt the butter. Stir in the vegetable oil, sugars, and vanilla and remove from heat. Let this mixture cool until the pan is no longer hot (about 5 minutes) so you won’t scramble your eggs.

Add both eggs to the butter mixture, whisking them well to combine. Whisk in the pumpkin. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, salt, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, allspice. Mix into the skillet.

Stir in the streusel (click for link to recipe). Place dollops of dulce de leche around the surface of the batter. Bake your skillet cookie for 15-25* minutes, or until the edges are getting golden and the center is still soft (a toothpick inserted into the center should come out with some moist crumbs, but no liquid batter). Eat immediately while still warm.

*Depending on your skillet, this cooking time can really vary. I’d start checking at 15 minutes and then check every couple of minutes after that with toothpicks. Make sure to look for moist crumbs, not a clean toothpick.

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Happy (Belated) Holidays and Winter Break

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Happy (Belated) New Year! I hope you enjoyed a few days off work, time away from school, or found time to relax and unwind.

I’ve had a great winter break, and unfortunately, I’m coming close to the final countdown…only three days left. I’m anxious to start the new academic quarter, and to be honest, I want to forget I’m a student for the next 72 hours.

So I thought I’d reflect a little about my winter break…which inevitably involved massive amounts of eating, sweets, and pastries.

I spent my first week of break in Chicago, and made an “After Finals Freedom List.” It consisted of everything I’ve wanted to do during the regular academic year, but never had time. My first stop was Floriole, my favorite bakery in Chicago and perhaps one of my favorite bakeries ever.

I discovered Floriole from Lottie and Doof food blog. The blog’s author lives in Chicago, and always has good recommendations for restaurants, bakeries and food venues. When I first moved to the city in September, I couldn’t wait to try Floriole. The menu consisted of French pastries, sandwiches, and salads, as well as an extensive list of beverages. If I sound like a sales ad for Floriole, it’s probably because I am…I think everyone should go there, as soon as possible.

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Per the cashier’s recommendation, I ordered a Kouign Aman. No, I can’t really pronounce it. And yes, I might have called it a Kofi Annan (to the puzzlement of my boyfriend). A Kouign Aman is a traditional Breton pastry from the Brittany region of France (northwest, close to the English Channel). It consists of buttery, flaky layers of croissant-like dough, but is even better than a croissant; while the outside is flaky and flecked with sugar, the inside is so buttery and rich, it practically melts in your mouth.

This Kouign Aman came with a dollop of apple butter, but would have been just as delicious without.

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I also ordered an old favorite: a slice of the lemon-lavender pound cake. The cake is buttery and moist, and real sprigs of lavender line the crust. The citrusy lemon taste is perfectly subtle, and pairs well with the flowery, sweeter taste of the lavender.

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In the corner, I spied a petit homage to Julia Child:

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My next stop was the Art Institute of Chicago. I’ve always wanted to spend an afternoon in the museum, but never had the time. After spending a few hours there, I realized that I could have easily spent the whole day looking around, and taking in all the paintings, photographs, and sculptures.

One of my favorite parts of the museum was the wing with all the Impressionist paintings. I love Monet, Gaugin and other French Impressionist painters, and managed to snag a few photos of the paintings (which felt illegal, but I saw other people doing it…?).

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I also loved the stained glass art and light fixtures from the early 1900s.

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But by far my favorite part of the museum was the stained glass painting created by Marc Chagall. I visited the Chagall museum in Nice, France, when I was studying abroad, and immediately fell in love with his work. I love how you can spend minutes staring at one part of the painting, and discover different images and layers depending on where you look.

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I went back to St. Louis before New Year’s, but returned to Chicago on the 29th to celebrate the New Year with my boyfriend. We visited Waffles, a new restaurant chain in Chicago that serves…well, you can figure out the rest.

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I ordered the Liege waffles with bananas, and my boyfriend ordered the “Healthy” Brussels waffles with strawberry yogurt, fruit, and powdered sugar. Both were delicious, but my waffles were more dense and sugary.

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My Liege waffles didn’t exactly compare to the ones I tried in Brussels, and I was disappointed at the lack of pearl sugar on the outside of the waffle. However, my boyfriend’s waffles were light, airy, and delicious, so maybe the Brussels-style waffles are a better choice. And in the end, maybe my expectations were just a tad too high…after all, it’s Chicago, not Belgium.

I’m sad that break is coming to an end, and I’m not looking forward to having less free time on my hands. But I’m glad I had a chance to explore the city during the holidays, and enjoy such much-needed freedom from classes, work, and responsibility.

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Brunch at Birchwood Kitchen in Wicker Park

My first quarter of grad school is officially over! It’s crazy to say, and even crazier to think about…I can’t believe how fast it went by, especially towards the end. I thought that the moment I finished my work, turned in my last story and completed my tests, I would feel an overwhelming sense of relief.

But instead, the end of the quarter feels somewhat bittersweet. On one hand, I’m proud of everything I’ve accomplished. I know I’ve progressed as a journalist, and I’ve learned more in the last three months than I ever thought was possible. I feel more comfortable navigating around the city of Chicago, and going into neighborhoods I’ve never seen or heard of before.

However, I’m also going to miss having class with the same fifteen people. After winter break, my class is going to be separated into three different reporting groups, and I probably won’t see everyone as often. Throughout all the stress of adapting to new technology, learning journalism law, and (attempting) to learn journalism editing techniques, at least I had a strong support group. Everyone encouraged one another, and oftentimes I felt lucky; I never felt like I was alone.

But I know change can also bring opportunity. I’m looking forward to meeting new people during my classes next quarter, and gaining experience in fields that I haven’t yet explored. It’s weird, because I almost feel as nervous or apprehensive as I did before I started the program…I guess it’s because in both cases, I really don’t have any idea what to expect.

But today, I decided to live in the moment and celebrate my (temporary) freedom from classes, reporting, and work. My friends and I had brunch at Birchwood Kitchen, a small community café in Wicker Park that serves food crafted from local, seasonal ingredients. The kitchen is tiny, and we had to wait awhile for a seat…But the food made it worth it.

My one friend and I couldn’t decide between sweet and savory, so we split the French toast special and the “Croque Vert” sandwich.

French toast is my go-to brunch dish, and usually when I order it in Chicago, the slices of Brioche are enormous, custard-soaked giants filled with cream and berries (and sprinkled with powdered sugar). The plate always looks appealing because, well, it’s French toast.

But the French toast at Birchwood Kitchen was truly a work of art. The slices of bread were cubed, and cooked to bread pudding-like consistency; they were spongy, light and moist, with just the right amount of sugar. They were topped with a honey-sweetened ricotta cream, fresh, juicy pomegranate seeds, and dates. It was almost to pretty to eat, but we had no problem polishing off the whole plate.

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The Croque Vert (a vegetarian take on the French “Croque Madame” grilled ham and cheese sandwich) layered winter squash, Gruyere cheese and Dijon mustard between two pieces of toasted sourdough bread. The sandwich was topped with two sunny-side up eggs, lightly sprinkled with salt and pepper. There was also a side salad that, while fresh and appealing, seemed more like an afterthought.

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We also ate a slice of chocolate chip banana bread as an appetizer, but that didn’t make it to the photo-taking stage. I was worried after I ordered it, because it wasn’t as yellowish-brown as other banana breads I’ve tried…But I was quickly proven wrong. The bread was moist, with the perfect hint of banana and chocolate chips. It semi-satisfied my banana bread craving…I’m sure I’ll be making more soon.

I enjoyed my first official day of break, and I’m excited to bring you more food (or non food-related) updates over the next few weeks.

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French Toast at M. Henry and a Salad Chez Moi

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You know when you haven’t seen someone in a while, and all of a sudden you run into them (somewhat awkwardly) in a public place? Maybe you’re excited to see them (or, maybe not…), but ultimately the question that crosses your mind is: Where have they been for the last three months?

Well, I can only speak for myself when I say it has been way too long. Graduate school has kept me busy, and I’m lucky if I get a few moments of peace. I knew that the program would be vigorous, but I didn’t imagine staying up until 3 a.m. editing videos, and then waking up a few hours later to make it to class…Or trying to navigate the streets of Chicago with a rental car, only to realize that I had driven more than a mile in the wrong direction.

Luckily, finals are quickly approaching and things have started to calm down (I say this with my fingers crossed). I had a little time this weekend to do some of the things I love, but haven’t gotten a chance to do in a while.

One of those things is brunch.

Brunch (not breakfast, lunch, or dinner) might be my favorite meal. I think it’s because brunch food leans towards the sweet (rather than savory), and often resembles dessert.

On Saturday I went to M. Henry in Chicago’s Edgewater/Andersonville neighborhood. I read about the restaurant in a food magazine, and was sold when I heard the words “bliss cakes.” As in, two layers of pure, carb bliss: pancakes layered with warm blackberries, vanilla mascarpone cream, and topped with brown sugar.

However, I ultimately ended up ordering a menu special, Brioche French toast with warm peaches, raspberries, vanilla creme, topped with brown sugar and oats…i.e., bliss cakes in French toast form.

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The bread was light and fluffy, with just the right amount of crunch on the outside. The slices of brioche were delicately placed in a pool of vanilla creme, and the sweet, juicy raspberries and peaches were layered between the toast.

I might have exclaimed after the first bite…it’s hard to keep that much deliciousness to yourself.

After satisfying my French toast craving, I decided to take a healthier route. Today for lunch, I made a salad that I’ve been meaning to try for months.  It comes from one of my favorite food blogs, Lottie and Doof, whose author actually lives in Chicago, too.

The salad was originally a Baby Spinach Salad with Dates & Almonds, but I couldn’t bring myself to spend $8 for dates on a student budget. And I didn’t have white wine vinegar in my pantry (another ingredient the recipe called for).

I did have dried apricots, a bottle of (dangerously) old white wine, and a bunch of baby spinach on hand.  So I made a few substitutions, and created a Baby Spinach Salad with Apricots and Almonds.

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The stand-out ingredient in this salad is the pita bread. I have never eaten a salad with pita bread before, but now I’m hooked. I fried one-inch pieces of bread in a skillet with Olive Oil and butter, and then sprinkled some sea salt and crushed red pepper flakes on top.

If you’re not used to spicy food, you might want to take the red pepper flakes down a notch…I felt like my mouth was on fire after the first few bites, but then I adjusted. However, keeping your own tastes in mind, feel free to add just a sprinkling of pepper (or a tablespoon if you so desire).

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The salad was the perfect end to a relaxing weekend.  It balanced the sweet with the savory, and made me feel a little better about indulging in a tower of Brioche French toast on Saturday.

Once finals die down, I’ll be back with more posts…Until then, enjoy this salad (and perhaps a plate of Brioche French toast):

Baby Spinach Salad with Dates & Almonds (adapted from Lottie and Doof) (originally from Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi)

  • 1 tablespoon white wine
  • 1/2 medium red onion, thinly sliced
  • 3 1/2 oz/100g dried apricots
  • 2 tablespoons/30g unsalted butter
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 large pita, roughly torn into 1 1/2-inch pieces
  • 1/2 cup/75g sliced almonds
  • 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
  • 5 ounces/150g baby spinach leaves
  • 2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
  • salt

Put the white wine, onion, and apricots in a small bowl. Add a pinch of salt and mix well with your hands. Leave to marinate for 20 minutes, then drain away any residual vinegar and discard.

Meanwhile, heat the butter and half of the olive oil in a medium frying pan over medium heat. When hot, add the pita and almonds and cook for 5 to 6 minutes, stirring continuously until the pita is crunchy and golden brown. Remove from the heat and mix in the red pepper flakes, and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Set aside to cool.

When you are ready to serve, toss the spinach leaves with the pita mix in a large mixing bowl. Add the apricots and red onion, the remaining olive oil, the lemon juice, and another pinch of salt. Taste for seasoning and serve immediately.

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Baha’i Temple, and the Best Challah French Toast…Ever

Last week, I visited the Baha’i Temple in Wilmette, Illinois.

Wilmette is a suburb just to the north of Evanston with gigantic, statuesque houses, beautiful tree-lined streets, and one of the most architecturally stunning buildings I have ever seen.  The Baha’i Temple is located in the middle of a residential neighborhood, and it’s hard to believe that people pass by it while walking their dogs, or see it when they open their curtains every morning.

There aren’t many Baha’i Temples in the world…only seven.  I visited one in Israel when I was on my Birthright Trip, and now there’s one in my proverbial backyard.  When my friend and I were walking around the temple and its gardens, I noticed the same element of peace, symmetry and tranquility that I saw in the temple in Israel.  The exterior had intricate carvings, and the windows looked out into Lake Michigan.

I love the way the blue sky accented the temple’s white exterior.  It reminded me of pictures I’ve seen of Santorini, Greece.  I felt lucky that we got to experience the temple on such a beautiful day…There was hardly a cloud in the sky.

I also loved the bright blue Mosaic tiles in the fountain at the front of the temple.  I have never seen such a vibrant blue; it glittered when the sun reflected off it.

Saturday, I met my cousin for brunch at a restaurant in Chicago called “Yolk.” I first read Yolk on a food blog that I follow, and one look at the menu was enough to inspire an hour-long train ride into the city.  There are specialties like “Caprese Benedict,” with tomatoes, pesto, mozzarella, all piled on a toasted English muffin and topped with a poached egg and homemade hollandaise sauce.  But if you’re feeling in the mood for sweets (which, let’s be honest, I always am), you can order over twenty different variations of waffles, pancakes, french toast, or crepes.

I ordered a menu special, the “Very Berry Challah French Toast.”  Piles of fresh, juicy berries surrounded five slices of sweet, eggy challah bread.  The toast was topped with tangy Greek yogurt, honey, and a slightly sweet granola.  The small maple syrup pitcher on the side was a nice decorative touch, but not altogether necessary…Between the honey, berries, and the cinnamon-sugary bread, I had all the sugar I needed.

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Lincoln Square and Evanston Beaches

Over the weekend, I trekked across Chicago to meet my friend Anna for brunch.  She just moved to Lincoln Square, a neighborhood on Chicago’s North Side known for its eclectic shops, delicious restaurants, and lederhosen.

Yes, that’s right, lederhosen…The neighborhood has a strong German heritage, and when I arrived for Sunday brunch, there was a huge sausage and beer festival taking place right next to the subway stop.

Despite the fact that I heard traditional German pub music, and smelled roasted sausage, it wasn’t until after brunch that I saw people in German costumes.  When I paused by a fountain in the middle of Lincoln Square, a couple walked by in full attire…and bore a strange resemblance to Heidi Klum and Seal.  Apparently, they were used to this kind of attention, and didn’t mind my paparazzi-esque behavior.

For brunch, Anna introduced me to Julius Meinl, an Austrian coffee shop and café that offers high-quality coffee, tea, pastries, and a full breakfast/brunch menu.  We both ordered the coffee of the day, which came (in true European style) with a small glass of water, a tiny pitcher of cream, a packet of sugar, and a caramel-flavored coffee biscuit.  Everything was so elegantly presented, and as I dunked my cookie into the hot coffee, I felt a little like I was sitting in a café in Orléans.

I was tempted to order the Baked Banana French Toast, but I ended up ordering the “Kaiserschmarren,” or Austrian-style pancakes.  I had never tried Austrian pancakes, and was expecting something akin to a crepe or Swedish pancake. Instead, the pancakes arrived at the table in pieces…which seemed strange, but ended up being delicious.  The pancakes were served with a side of house-made jam and whipped cream, and lightly dusted with powdered sugar and cinnamon.  There were also a sprinkling of plump golden raisins throughout the dish.  They reminded me a little of funnel-cake, just not so deeply fried.  They were crispy on the outside, and light and fluffy in the inside…and it was fun to eat them one piece at a time, dipped in whipped cream or jam.

Today, I did some more exploring in Evanston, and found one of the best views of the Chicago skyline so far.  On the far edge of Northwestern’s campus, there’s a beach where you can rent sailboats and kayaks.  If you stand on the far side of the beach looking south, you can see the city.

Later this afternoon, I went to one of my favorite beaches, about two miles away from Northwestern’s campus.  I like this beach because it’s usually secluded, but today there were lots of young families…and seagulls.  I tried to get some good photos of the seagulls standing on the beach.  They were very polite, and didn’t even stand on my beach towel when I went to walk in the water.

As I lay on my towel and looked up at the sky, I felt a sense of contentment that I haven’t felt in awhile.  As corny as it sounds, I’m starting to fall in love with Evanston and Chicago, and I feel so grateful for this new chapter in my life.  I started reading a new book today on the beach, and found this quote from an e.e. cummings poem:

“i thank you God for most this amazing

day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes”

…I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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Exploring Evanston and Chicago, Illinois

I’m here! After weeks of packing, preparing, and trying not to lose my mind (much less my belongings), I finally made the move to Evanston, Illinois.

For those of you who don’t know, Evanston is a suburb located directly to the north of Chicago.  Yesterday, I went on a long bike ride down one of their lakefront trails (Evanston is located right next to Lake Michigan), and when I stopped to rest on the beach, I could see part of the Chicago skyline and the Sears Tower.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera at the time…but I’m sure I’ll be posting more pictures in the upcoming weeks.

I didn’t have to move into my apartment until this past Thursday, so Wednesday my Mom and I drove up early, and explored some of the city.  We left St. Louis at around 6 A.M., and managed to get to Evanston by around 11:30…It was a faster drive than I remembered.

By the time we arrived, though, we were both hungry, and I suggested eating at a vegetarian restaurant I had heard of, the Blind Faith Café.

I was expecting an “order at the counter” type of establishment…The only vegan/vegetarian restaurants I’ve been to in St. Louis are very informal, and even offer to-go orders.

So I was surprised when I saw tables, booths, and a hostess table at the front of the restaurant, and even more impressed when I saw the menu.  The options were endless, and as usual it was hard for me to decide on an entrée.

In the end, I ordered the Soft Shell Tacos, which was comprised of spicy gardein, lettuce, fresh cilanto, and cheese, and came with a side of black bean corn-salad and salsa verde.  All the ingredients were fresh and delicious, but perhaps the most surprising part of the tacos were the gardein.  I had never tried gardein before, and when I saw it on the menu, I assumed it was some type of tofu.

Soft Shell Tacos from Blind Faith Café

I did a little research, and discovered that gardein is a meat substitute created by a French chef and made completely from vegetables.  I kept exclaiming that the gardein tasted like chicken, although my Mom (a meat-eater) thought it had more of an eggplant texture.  In any case, it was delicious, and I’m excited to incorporate gardein into my own cooking.

Soft Shell Tacos from Blind Faith Café

Soft Shell Tacos from Blind Faith Café

After lunch, my Mom and I decided to go walk by the lake.  There were beautiful parks and bike paths close to the lake, and we enjoyed walking out onto the pier and looking at the boats.  You could also see part of Northwestern’s campus from where we were standing.

Park by Northwestern University

View of Northwestern University’s Campus

Lake Michigan by Northwestern University

When I was in undergrad at WashU, squirrels were everywhere on campus, and they weren’t scared of you…at Northwestern, the same holds true for ducks.  One duck almost walked across my feet, and came so close that I had to snap a picture.

Today, I went on a ten mile bike ride to the Chicago Botanic Garden…one way.  I went with a group of people from my new apartment building, and I loved exploring the gardens…It was the perfect day for bike-riding, so even though I started getting tired around mile nine, and lost all feeling in my behind by mile eighteen, it was well worth the trip.

Chicago Botanic Garden

Plus, after I rolled back into Evanston (the gardens are located in a more northern suburb of Chicago), I felt like I had truly accomplished something.  In the course of five hours, I met new people, rode my bike through towns I was completely unfamiliar with, and enjoyed a beautiful day in the city I now call home.  I’m excited to explore more of Evanston and Chicago, and look forward to sharing more pictures with you soon…

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A Sandwich to Beat the Lunchtime Blues

Lunch has never been my favorite meal.  Don’t get me wrong: I love sandwiches and salads as much as the next person, and when I was still working I counted down the minutes until my 12 o’clock lunch break.  But I think that it’s easy to fall into a monotonous lunch routine, eating the same types of food over and over again for weeks on end.

In my case, it was a sandwich on whole wheat bread with hummus, tomato, spinach, cucumber, and cheese. I quickly became known as the “brown bag girl” at work, because everyone would watch me retrieve my lunch at noon and carry it back to my desk.

Needless to say, I’ve been taking a much-needed hiatus from hummus.

Now that I have the time and freedom to create whatever I want for lunch, I’ve turned to recipes I’ve been eyeing on different food blogs. It turns out that many people have the same dilemma as me, and one of my favorite blogs, Honest Fare, featured an interesting sandwich I had never heard of before.  It combined thinly sliced cucumbers, golden delicious apples, avocado, goat cheese, and radishes…All things I love individually, but have never seen piled on top of one another on a sandwich.  The picture looked good enough to eat, though, so I took a chance on the recipe.

I was not disappointed.  The slight sweetness of the apple perfectly balanced the tangy-ness of the goat cheese, and the cucumbers and radish gave the sandwich the right amount of crunch.  I sprinkled sea salt and freshly ground on top of the sandwich, which brought out the flavor of the avocado and tied all the individual elements together.

I savored every bite of this sandwich, and was almost sad to see it disappear.  I’m glad I found a new, healthy alternative to my traditional lunchtime fare.

My New Favorite Lunchtime Sandwich (from Honest Fare)

Ingredients

2 slices toasted bread (I used whole wheat)

1 avocado, sliced into cubes

1 tsp lemon juice

goat cheese crumbles

1-2 radishes, thinly sliced

1/3 cucumber, thinly sliced

1 golden delicious apple, thinly sliced

freshly ground pepper and sea salt to taste

Directions

Add cubed avocado and lemon juice to bowl, and lightly mix/mash with a fork.  Toast bread.  Add avocado to top of toasted bread, and then layer cucumber and golden apple slices on top.  Finish by layering with slices of radish.  Sprinkle with goat cheese, and add sea salt and freshly ground pepper to taste.

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