As I've said before, exams are no reason to eat poorly. In the middle of my own exam period, therefore, here's this week's effort.
What I'm reading [about food] this week: In a Shaker Kitchen: by Norma MacMillan
Shakerism is one of these creeds that I can't quite believe anyone ever invented. The worst part of it all, of course, was the celibacy - I have no objection to religious abstinence, and there are some good reasons why it exists, but it seems more sensible from a keeping the sect extant perspective to cabin the celibacy norm to a priestly class. Still, there's something honorable about staking the life of a whole religion on its continued ability to attact converts. And that sense of simple honor permeates the Shakers wholesome, country fare. No, I wouldn't have wanted to be a Shaker - but eating with them would have been a treat and an honor.
And Norma MacMillian's gentle treatment of these anachronistic wanderers of history only adds to the pleasure of leafing through their recipes. I hadn't previously thought of a double crusted lemon pie, for example, but there's a recipe here. There are rough quick breads, and honey soaked cakes, reminding us of the Shakers reliance on natural ingredients. The sect's flirtation with mandatory vegetarianism is celebrated with a delicious chapter awash in country cheese and cream and vegetables, while meats are treated with care - I can't wait to try chicken breasts in cider sauce with butter roasted apples, for example. As a child, I remember romantically wishing I could have sat at table with the honest country Englishmen James Harriot wrote about in his stories of veterinary practice in the farmland of middle England - to keep pace fork for fork with the kind of doughty men who Harriot describes spending an hour sitting silent as their evening entertainment. I'll never have the chance to do that, even if those people ever existed as Harriot described - but Macmillan's book at least gives us an idea of what they might have eaten. I'm a fan.
Easy Peasy Apple Tart - I was invited to a small shin-dig on Friday night. It was supposed to be more civilized than the usual HLS affair, which tend to run towards alcoholic binges most fraternities only dream of. Anyway, I made an apple tart to take with me by using a narrow sheet of puff pastry, adding 2/3 inch borders of pastry after brushing with egg, and finishing with thinly sliced apples brushed initially with olive oil and sugar. They get honeyed after baking.
Lunch:
Smoked Salmon and Avocado - The supermarkets have recently started selling fillets of smoked salmon at about 3 bucks a pop. They're good, and more substantial than the usual thinly sliced smoked salmon. I top them with a a few slices of ripe avocado for a filling sandwich. The on ly thing missing is a little crisp bacon, but I usually manage to control myself.
Dinner:
Goat Cheese parcels - I've read that a lot of recipes developed because of the cooking utensils people had on hand. If you've never heard of an oven, you're likely to have good stews. Well, my cooking is driven somewhat by the fact that my fridge (and especially) my freezer are exceptionally unreliable; to the extent that the former freezes and the latter defrosts. What that all means is that I wanted to use leftover puff pastry from the apple tart above as soon as possible. The obvious solution is crottins of goat cheese wrapped in the dough, with the cheese left open at top. Just put the cheese in the middle of a pastry square, and pull the sides up around, brush with egg, and you're ready to go.
Shaker Asparagus and Cheese pudding - Just a bread pudding of asparagus and sharp English cheddar cheese, moistened with a mix of full fat milk, cream, eggs, and mustard powder. The pudding puffs up brown and crisp, and is especially good eaten with a thick piece of ham.
12/09/2004
As I've said before, exams are no reason to eat poorly. In the middle of my own exam period, therefore, here's this week's effort.
What I'm reading [about food] this week: In a Shaker Kitchen: by Norma MacMillan
Shakerism is one of these creeds that I can't quite believe anyone ever invented. The worst part of it all, of course, was the celibacy - I have no objection to religious abstinence, and there are some good reasons why it exists, but it seems more sensible from a keeping the sect extant perspective to cabin the celibacy norm to a priestly class. Still, there's something honorable about staking the life of a whole religion on its continued ability to attact converts. And that sense of simple honor permeates the Shakers wholesome, country fare. No, I wouldn't have wanted to be a Shaker - but eating with them would have been a treat and an honor.
And Norma MacMillian's gentle treatment of these anachronistic wanderers of history only adds to the pleasure of leafing through their recipes. I hadn't previously thought of a double crusted lemon pie, for example, but there's a recipe here. There are rough quick breads, and honey soaked cakes, reminding us of the Shakers reliance on natural ingredients. The sect's flirtation with mandatory vegetarianism is celebrated with a delicious chapter awash in country cheese and cream and vegetables, while meats are treated with care - I can't wait to try chicken breasts in cider sauce with butter roasted apples, for example. As a child, I remember romantically wishing I could have sat at table with the honest country Englishmen James Harriot wrote about in his stories of veterinary practice in the farmland of middle England - to keep pace fork for fork with the kind of doughty men who Harriot describes spending an hour sitting silent as their evening entertainment. I'll never have the chance to do that, even if those people ever existed as Harriot described - but Macmillan's book at least gives us an idea of what they might have eaten. I'm a fan.
Easy Peasy Apple Tart - I was invited to a small shin-dig on Friday night. It was supposed to be more civilized than the usual HLS affair, which tend to run towards alcoholic binges most fraternities only dream of. Anyway, I made an apple tart to take with me by using a narrow sheet of puff pastry, adding 2/3 inch borders of pastry after brushing with egg, and finishing with thinly sliced apples brushed initially with olive oil and sugar. They get honeyed after baking.
Lunch:
Smoked Salmon and Avocado - The supermarkets have recently started selling fillets of smoked salmon at about 3 bucks a pop. They're good, and more substantial than the usual thinly sliced smoked salmon. I top them with a a few slices of ripe avocado for a filling sandwich. The on ly thing missing is a little crisp bacon, but I usually manage to control myself.
Dinner:
Goat Cheese parcels - I've read that a lot of recipes developed because of the cooking utensils people had on hand. If you've never heard of an oven, you're likely to have good stews. Well, my cooking is driven somewhat by the fact that my fridge (and especially) my freezer are exceptionally unreliable; to the extent that the former freezes and the latter defrosts. What that all means is that I wanted to use leftover puff pastry from the apple tart above as soon as possible. The obvious solution is crottins of goat cheese wrapped in the dough, with the cheese left open at top. Just put the cheese in the middle of a pastry square, and pull the sides up around, brush with egg, and you're ready to go.
Shaker Asparagus and Cheese pudding - Just a bread pudding of asparagus and sharp English cheddar cheese, moistened with a mix of full fat milk, cream, eggs, and mustard powder. The pudding puffs up brown and crisp, and is especially good eaten with a thick piece of ham.
What I'm reading [about food] this week: In a Shaker Kitchen: by Norma MacMillan
Shakerism is one of these creeds that I can't quite believe anyone ever invented. The worst part of it all, of course, was the celibacy - I have no objection to religious abstinence, and there are some good reasons why it exists, but it seems more sensible from a keeping the sect extant perspective to cabin the celibacy norm to a priestly class. Still, there's something honorable about staking the life of a whole religion on its continued ability to attact converts. And that sense of simple honor permeates the Shakers wholesome, country fare. No, I wouldn't have wanted to be a Shaker - but eating with them would have been a treat and an honor.
And Norma MacMillian's gentle treatment of these anachronistic wanderers of history only adds to the pleasure of leafing through their recipes. I hadn't previously thought of a double crusted lemon pie, for example, but there's a recipe here. There are rough quick breads, and honey soaked cakes, reminding us of the Shakers reliance on natural ingredients. The sect's flirtation with mandatory vegetarianism is celebrated with a delicious chapter awash in country cheese and cream and vegetables, while meats are treated with care - I can't wait to try chicken breasts in cider sauce with butter roasted apples, for example. As a child, I remember romantically wishing I could have sat at table with the honest country Englishmen James Harriot wrote about in his stories of veterinary practice in the farmland of middle England - to keep pace fork for fork with the kind of doughty men who Harriot describes spending an hour sitting silent as their evening entertainment. I'll never have the chance to do that, even if those people ever existed as Harriot described - but Macmillan's book at least gives us an idea of what they might have eaten. I'm a fan.
Easy Peasy Apple Tart - I was invited to a small shin-dig on Friday night. It was supposed to be more civilized than the usual HLS affair, which tend to run towards alcoholic binges most fraternities only dream of. Anyway, I made an apple tart to take with me by using a narrow sheet of puff pastry, adding 2/3 inch borders of pastry after brushing with egg, and finishing with thinly sliced apples brushed initially with olive oil and sugar. They get honeyed after baking.
Lunch:
Smoked Salmon and Avocado - The supermarkets have recently started selling fillets of smoked salmon at about 3 bucks a pop. They're good, and more substantial than the usual thinly sliced smoked salmon. I top them with a a few slices of ripe avocado for a filling sandwich. The on ly thing missing is a little crisp bacon, but I usually manage to control myself.
Dinner:
Goat Cheese parcels - I've read that a lot of recipes developed because of the cooking utensils people had on hand. If you've never heard of an oven, you're likely to have good stews. Well, my cooking is driven somewhat by the fact that my fridge (and especially) my freezer are exceptionally unreliable; to the extent that the former freezes and the latter defrosts. What that all means is that I wanted to use leftover puff pastry from the apple tart above as soon as possible. The obvious solution is crottins of goat cheese wrapped in the dough, with the cheese left open at top. Just put the cheese in the middle of a pastry square, and pull the sides up around, brush with egg, and you're ready to go.
Shaker Asparagus and Cheese pudding - Just a bread pudding of asparagus and sharp English cheddar cheese, moistened with a mix of full fat milk, cream, eggs, and mustard powder. The pudding puffs up brown and crisp, and is especially good eaten with a thick piece of ham.
12/07/2004
In my recent post on the Academy of the Sierras, I promised an exposé on the fattiness of restaurant food. Here's what I meant:
The problem with restaurants for the person watching their weight is twofold. First, the portions are far too large. Yes, all portions - I'm not just talking about inhuman feed baggeries like The Cheesecake Factory here. Second, a lot of the food is a lot fattier and more caloric than one would expect, given what it looks like. For the average chubby eater who wants to eat something tasty and relatively restrained (that is, they refuse to be corraled by the designated 'low fat' options), restaurants are therefore terrifying obstacle courses. You don't believe me? Well, how about the Chicken Tarragon and Field Greens Sandwich at Au Bon Pain, a nationally growing chain of supposedly artisanal "bakeries". Sounds relatively healthy right - chicken breast, herbs, and greenery? And it should be. But in reality, as you'll see if you click here, the sandwich has an astounding 800 calories and 42 grams of fat. That, you should know, is 240 calories and 12 grams of fat more than a Big Mac, almost twice as many calories and more than twice the fat of a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, and even beats a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese. This is serious stuff.
The real question, however, is how they managed to make a relatively innocuous sandwich that outrageously fatty. So I set out to make my own the other day, using FoodTV's calorie and fat counter as a guide.
I started by grilling a chicken breast on my cast iron grill, setting off the smoke alarm, and using 141 calories and 3 Grams of fat - I shouldn't even count that much, because Au Bon Pain clearly uses less chicken, but let's go with it. The quarter tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil I brushed on the chicken was more than enough to make it crisp and juicy, and brought me up another 50 calories and 4 grams of fat, rounding up. A quarter of ABP's large foccacia gets me another 2.25 grams of fat and 185 calories. That brings me to a running total of 376 calories and 9.25 grams of fat. The tarragon and the field greens are essentially calorie-less, but let's throw another 50 on for good measure, and we're still at a mere 426. There isn't any cheese in the sandwich (I asked) so all that leaves is mayonnaise. For my sandwich to equal ABP's in fat and calories, I would have to add an astonishing 3 tablespoons of Hellman's (100 calories/11g of fat per tb), way more than I've ever put on a sandwich, and way more than ABP adds. If you added a little mustard and one full tablespoon of mayo instead, you'd still be at about 20 grams of fat, and under 600 calories for a clearly larger sandwich. So how does ABP do it? I haven't the slightest idea.
But what I do know is that that one sandwich contains more than half the fat and a substantial portion of the calories someone should eat in a day. Now, I'm not a calorie counter, usually. Cheeses, cream, great swathes of pork with back fat - I eat them all. But that's because when I cook at home I know exactly how much and what I'm eating, and I have no reason to eat the entire plate if I know I've had enough. But at a restaurant, uninhibited by the need to keep some for tomorrow, encouraged by the sign of roasted chicken and field greens, I'll eat that entire pitifully unsatisfying sandwich, over and over again. And then wonder why the pounds keep coming on and on. In any case, the above is why I don't often go to restaurants, and haven't since I discovered how I personally ought to eat 7 years ago. I don't claim that I've got all the answers - but when people wonder where our obesity problem is coming from, this is at least one source.
The problem with restaurants for the person watching their weight is twofold. First, the portions are far too large. Yes, all portions - I'm not just talking about inhuman feed baggeries like The Cheesecake Factory here. Second, a lot of the food is a lot fattier and more caloric than one would expect, given what it looks like. For the average chubby eater who wants to eat something tasty and relatively restrained (that is, they refuse to be corraled by the designated 'low fat' options), restaurants are therefore terrifying obstacle courses. You don't believe me? Well, how about the Chicken Tarragon and Field Greens Sandwich at Au Bon Pain, a nationally growing chain of supposedly artisanal "bakeries". Sounds relatively healthy right - chicken breast, herbs, and greenery? And it should be. But in reality, as you'll see if you click here, the sandwich has an astounding 800 calories and 42 grams of fat. That, you should know, is 240 calories and 12 grams of fat more than a Big Mac, almost twice as many calories and more than twice the fat of a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, and even beats a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese. This is serious stuff.
The real question, however, is how they managed to make a relatively innocuous sandwich that outrageously fatty. So I set out to make my own the other day, using FoodTV's calorie and fat counter as a guide.
I started by grilling a chicken breast on my cast iron grill, setting off the smoke alarm, and using 141 calories and 3 Grams of fat - I shouldn't even count that much, because Au Bon Pain clearly uses less chicken, but let's go with it. The quarter tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil I brushed on the chicken was more than enough to make it crisp and juicy, and brought me up another 50 calories and 4 grams of fat, rounding up. A quarter of ABP's large foccacia gets me another 2.25 grams of fat and 185 calories. That brings me to a running total of 376 calories and 9.25 grams of fat. The tarragon and the field greens are essentially calorie-less, but let's throw another 50 on for good measure, and we're still at a mere 426. There isn't any cheese in the sandwich (I asked) so all that leaves is mayonnaise. For my sandwich to equal ABP's in fat and calories, I would have to add an astonishing 3 tablespoons of Hellman's (100 calories/11g of fat per tb), way more than I've ever put on a sandwich, and way more than ABP adds. If you added a little mustard and one full tablespoon of mayo instead, you'd still be at about 20 grams of fat, and under 600 calories for a clearly larger sandwich. So how does ABP do it? I haven't the slightest idea.
But what I do know is that that one sandwich contains more than half the fat and a substantial portion of the calories someone should eat in a day. Now, I'm not a calorie counter, usually. Cheeses, cream, great swathes of pork with back fat - I eat them all. But that's because when I cook at home I know exactly how much and what I'm eating, and I have no reason to eat the entire plate if I know I've had enough. But at a restaurant, uninhibited by the need to keep some for tomorrow, encouraged by the sign of roasted chicken and field greens, I'll eat that entire pitifully unsatisfying sandwich, over and over again. And then wonder why the pounds keep coming on and on. In any case, the above is why I don't often go to restaurants, and haven't since I discovered how I personally ought to eat 7 years ago. I don't claim that I've got all the answers - but when people wonder where our obesity problem is coming from, this is at least one source.
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