Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Broccoli Soup

We're on a roll; the fag's in the kitchen again. And my fourth posting in less than two weeks? I'm a posting addict!

With Sparky on high-marathon days at work, I have taken some extra time in the kitchen. So last night it was Broccoli-cheese soup.




I've been holding some ingredients in the fridge for a while hoping that they didn't go bad before I took the time to make this soup. I've had the recipe for about a year; I don't remember where I got it from. It was alright; probably not my favorite. A little more work with less quantity of food. I'm also not a fan of Sharp cheddar cheese called for in the recipe. It's also cream based so Sparky will probably not be eating it. :(



One of my favorite things about cooking is using my stove. (Yes, it's mine! When we remodeled a few years ago, Sparky got the oven and fridge, and I got my gas stove.) It has so much heat control. When this recipe called for simmering the roux for 20 minutes I turned the stove to simmer and there it held the temperature just below a boil. (It's also handy keeping dishes hot but not burning waiting for Sparky.)

I guess I'm supposed to post the recipe here, but I can't find it on my hard drive, and I don't feel like re-typing it. So, too bad, so sad.

Herbs

For years I've tried to grow herbs in the yard with minimal success. I always thought they should be planted on the south side of the house so that I could possibly enjoy a longer season with them. I would carefully till the soil, adding peat moss and manure in an attempt to get a decent crop. I remember last year going to the Farmers Market in Provo and seeing Ziploc bags of herbs ready for purchase in early June and then think, "Crap I don't even have my herbs planted, and these guys are selling it." But after going to the nursery and buying stock, planting them, my luck was not that good. As this picture shows, my success, especially this year, was poor.

As you can see the Basil (front) and parsley (back) didn't do so well in between the chives (right) and spearmint (left) two herbs that can't be killed with gasoline.

But early this spring I pulled some Lavender plants from the east side of the house making room for my herb garden. I went to the nursery and purchased Rosemary, Lemon Balm, Chives and Basil starts. As you can see here the results were significantly better.

The plants did very well. My next issue was that we don't do a lot of cooking in the summer with yard work, biking, blading and other activities. So what to do with herbs when Mother Nature does her thing and freezes the hell out of everything; especially on the northeast side of the house were my new herb spread was set.

I decided I would try and dry the Basil and keep it through the winter to be used in Italian dishes we sometime make when the weather is cold. So here is my attempt to dry it on a cookie sheet.
Next I crushed it (by hand, can I sell it for more money? It's also organic. Where's the money?)

Lastly, I bagged it. Tada! (Maybe I should pay a marketing firm to create a packaging label for me.)As cold weather has now set in, I've been looking at soup recipes and noticed that most of them call for "fresh" Bail. So I naturally thought my packaging efforts had all been in vain until last night I noticed in the cupboard on the herb rack a brand new bottle of McCormick Crushed Basil. DAMN!

So is life, but I figure I have grown a little with my efforts. Besides if the end of the world comes next year and society as we know it slows; at least I will have the comfort of knowing I can do this. (RIGHT; and pope is really Mormon!)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Victorian Salmon Chowder

Fall is coming, life is slow; so the fag was back in the kitchen tonight.

I've been looking at a lot of soup recipes lately in anticipation of the cooler weather. Last week I cooked up a simple Roasted Chicken Noodle soup that turned out pretty good. (Thank you Costco for providing the chicken.)


Tonight I made Victorian Salmon Chowder. It turned out "better than last time" said Sparky, a good sign. And the ultimate compliment is when she went for a second helping. YES!!

On Saturday, I sent Sparky to the store for some Salmon while I was at work, and she came home with a little too much for Sunday dinner. So I saved a portion and got out this recipe; we had most of the ingredients on hand, so we were good-to-go. I'm including the recipe here since last time I was reprimanded for not including it with another food item last spring. Apparently it's an "unwritten rule of bloggers" to include the recipe.
It's not a hard recipe, but you use a few pots.
Have I mentioned how much I love my gas stove. I love how hot it is and more importantly I really enjoy the temperature control: fast to boil and fast to cool. Lot's of control when making roux.

Ingredients:
Lemon Slice
8 oz salmon fillet
4 diced little red new potatoes, unpeeled
¾ cup diced onion
1 ½ cups chopped celery
1 stick butter
½ cup flour
2 cups milk
2 cups half & half
1 ½ tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
¾ cup frozen peas
2 Tbl fresh dill weed
2 tsp (or more) Old Bay seasoning
2 tsp vinegar
Salt & pepper to taste

Directions:
In a saucepan of water and 1 lemon slice, poach salmon fillet for 10 minutes; set salmon aside.
In a large pan, combine potatoes, onion and celery. Barely cover with water and simmer until tender.
Meanwhile, in a small sauce pan, melt butter. Stir in flour. Then add milk, half & half, salt and sugar. Cook until thickened and add to cooked vegetables and liquid in pan.
Flake salmon and add to pan, along with peas, dill weed, Old Bay seasoning, and vinegar.
Salt and pepper to taste.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Borrowed Time; Where's the Rain

We're living on borrowed time.

It's mid-October and still the weather is warm. (Last night, again, we had the house windows open and it didn't get unbearably cold in the house.) The high today was about 70 degrees, and walking home from church was very pleasant even as threatening clouds were warning of a change later.

I suggested to Sparky that we go for a small bike ride around about, but she wisely said, "it's going to get cold here soon." So I went out in the backyard, threw some bird seed down and shot this picture.

Unfortunately the sky is lighter than it really was and you can't see the clouds coming. the trees are turning color as mother nature struts her stuff.

I wiped off a couple of chairs and talked her into coming outside and enjoy the silence. She brought out some crackers, and we just sat soaking what warmth there was before the clouds arrived. Later it would sprinkle.

It was deathly quiet; no car noise, not even traffic on Center street; lawnmowers were silent; no kids were playing outside; nor birds chirping. It was very, very quiet. Peace in a hectic world And even though we sat directly under the wind chimes, they didn't strike once during the 20 minutes we sat there -- very pleasant!

Tomorrow it's supposed to rain, which, unfortunately, is as it should. We need the moisture -- if nothing else, to fill the hot tub -- my major weakness as I grow older. (I literally have to force myself out of it. I fear I could soak for hours if possible.)

Tomorrow also starts a new week, bringing with it life's experiences, opportunities and challenges.