The Autumn Blahs

I hate the Fall.

There, I said it.

I think most people up here would say that fall is their favorite season, what with all the beautiful colors and mild weather, and I concede them the point, but there is one thing that trumps all others when talking about autumn. I get sick. All the time. And I hate it.

This fall has been no exception. I've battled the occasional cold, a wicked bad sinus infection, and a bout with some intestinal bug. Add the facts that a). I'm also dealing with my continual back issues, and b). Kelly has also been sick this fall and you have the makings of one crappy season.

With the two of us battling our illnesses, stresses at home and work, and my physical limitations, it's been hard to do a lot of good cooking. There has been too many trips to Chipotle, pizza ordering, and nights where we just "fend for ourselves" which usually just ends up with me eating a bowl of Count Chocula for dinner.

The few times were we have put together a nice meal, we have gone the route of comfort food, and lately that has meant soups and sandwiches. Thanks to HWG friend Jessica, we got a fantastic recipe for a nice butternut squash soup...


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...that we paired with sandwiches of prosciutto and goat cheese with arugula and fig jam on ciabatta rolls (yes, they were as awesome as they sound).

Now that we are mostly on the mend, we have some pretty hearty meals in the works for the colder weather to come. Be on the look out for more posts with stick-to-your-ribs recipes to help you through the winter months!

Duck Tales (woo-ooo!)

The Alton Brown educational experiment continues.

Chapter 1: Searing

I am completely loving Brown's I Just Came Here for the Food because I am learning a lot, but also gaining a healthy dose of confidence (which I am finding is a critical ingredient to this whole cooking thing). Chapter 1 of the book is about searing, which, being a meat lover, I feel that I know a good deal about. Heck, before Kel and I moved into our home and got a grill my favorite way to cook a steak was a quick sear on the stove top and finish it in the oven for that perfect medium rare. I was almost to the point of skipping on to Chapter 2 (yes, I was overly cocky) until a recipe that caught my eye: Cast-iron seared duck.

I figured that it was time to challenge myself, time to take the bull by the horns (the duck by the feathers?) and try something I have 1. never cooked and 2. never eaten before. Let's do this!

So off to the West Side Market we go. 90 minutes later we leave with duck breasts, acorn squash, and some apple cider (along with other WSM essentials like a beautiful skirt steak and some Chinese Five Spice). The feeling I had leaving the market was sublime- I can't remember the last time I was so excited to cook something that was new to me. I knew that this was step one of my culinary education and I couldn't wait to get it started.

I was ready to cook. I had read the recipe for the duck and the side dish (apple cider roasted acorn squash) about 100 times so I knew them both backwards and forwards. Kelly has always told me that this was essential, but it wasn't until I read it in Alton's book that I took it to heart (sorry about the Kel). I figured out the timing of the dishes so they would both be done around the same time, I made sure the mise en plas was done before I started any cooking, and I checked the recipes one more time to make sure there would be no curve balls. I had never been so prepared for a meal in my life and that showed in the and product. Sure the squash cooked a little faster than what the recipe said, sure the hot skillet shot even hotter oil on my hand, and maybe a doubted myself for a brief moment before Kelly cut into the duck- but I never lost composure and I never once thought that we would be ordering pizza that night.

In the end we had a lovely meal - local duck, local squash (recipe found here), even the wine we drank was from a local winery. I thoroughly enjoyed the duck - oh my god is that crispy skin the best - and can't wait to make it again.

Maybe this halfway gourmet is taking a step closer to not-so-halfway. Only time, and a few more cooking adventures, will tell.

Confession time

Remember that part in Fight Club when the yet unnamed main character confronts Marla in his head? He berates her by calling her a "faker" and "tourist" and admonished her to leave.

Well my friends, in this world of cooking, baking, and all things culinary, I am Marla.

Maybe I'm being a little harsh on myself, but I feel that I am still only a novice in the kitchen. I can follow a recipe, sure, but can I riff off of it and make something that I feel is truly my own? No. Can I look in the cupboards, see what we have available, and create a meal from scratch? Nope. Can I keep my cool when something seems to be going wrong while I am cooking. Not even close.

Is it because I lack confidence in this part of my life? Abso-feaking-lutely. But I really think the answer lies in my main culinary fault...my lack of knowledge of technique. Sure I can follow that recipe, but if I actually was knowledgeable of cooking techniques I wouldn't even need it, right?

Enter Alton Brown.

I bought Alton's book I'm Just Here for the Food years ago with full intentions of, you know, actually reading it. I figure now is the time. It's a great little book that blends both technique and recipes in a way that is fun and scientific. I feel that reading this book cover-to-cover will better me in so many ways and help me with my confidence in the kitchen.

It'll be like a poor man's Julie and Julia.

It turns out that Chris Rock was right.

I put a call out to my friends through my personal fb page, asking for suggestions for recipes to make in my new (old) cast iron skillet. The overwhelming majority of folks responded with much enthusiasm "CORNBREAD!" And so it came to be.
Aaron Piotro had this to say:

"You're from the south, but live in the north. I'm from the north, but live in the south. Why am I giving you this recipe?


1 cup of cornmeal

1 cup of reg. flour

1 cup of milk

1 egg (beaten)

3 tsp baking powder

1/2 cup oil or butter

couple pinches of salt, pepper (optional) and sugar to taste with a heavy hand.

Grease that pan, bake for 15-20 min at 450.

As usual, I read the recipe a few times, found a few more online to compare, and riffed in my own way. I used the measurements from above BUT I:

Heated the skillet with 2 tablespoons of veg oil in the oven while it was preheating

Soaked the cornmeal in the milk that was called for in the recipe, but used Buttermilk instead of regular milk AND let it sit for about 15 minutes while things preheated and I measured the dry ingredients.
 
I used about 1/4 cup sugar instead of pinches to taste (but I would cut back on this in the future--maybe use 1/8 cup instead so the corny goodness can shine through).
 
I mixed the wet ingredients into the cornmeal and milk mixture, and then added the dry, along with a small can of corn which I drained.
 
I mixed and then poured the batter into the hot cast iron pan and baked for about 15 minutes. So light, tender, and delicate...
 
Cornbread...ain't nothing wrong with that!

No Reservations with Reservations

Anthony Bourdain. Callous, crass, kinda looks like a burnout. However, somehow he's, I don't know, is "likable" a word you would use for Bourdain? Well, there it is.

I actually like the guy (despite the Cleveland episode of "No Reservations" that made us Clevelanders looks like a bunch of pork-obsessed crazies). He takes a mature and seasoned view of food that his status and celebrity allows him, which I think is pretty cool. There is no doubt that he is honest or at least speaks his mind (I mean, come on, the dude doesn't seem to have a filter at all) and I for one would love to sit and have a beer with the guy, though he undoubtedly would drink me under the table.

So I see his face staring right back at mine at a recent visit to Whistlestop Bookshop and decide to take our relationship to a whole new level; I'm going to buy his book. I only started diving in to Medium Raw a few days ago, but I find myself at odds with the author on one thing that he is so passionate about, namely his hatred of everything Food Network.

He refers to the shows as "dumbed down" and "ridiculous" (admittedly there are some ridiculous shows...don't even get me started on Semi Homemade). He actually seems to detest that these shows are actually entertaining and the chefs and/or cooks are friendly and relatable.

While I did laugh (out loud) as I was reading those pages, I just had so much trouble with Bourdain's point of view. Why is it so bad to have "dumbed down" shows about food if it makes people actually get off their asses and cook? Why is it bad that people get excited about food that is readily available in their neighborhood grocery stores? I mean, I love watching him go all over the world and eat some pretty incredible foods, but I'm not rushing out to get some cow brains any time soon.

I guess what I am trying to say is that there is a place in this world for both points of view - neither of which are mutually exclusive. I'm entertained by both. I learn from both. And I genuinely like both.

There is something about Food Network that Tony and I do agree on, though.

That Sandra Lee is a freaking train wreck.

There's almost too much going on...kinda like Ikea.

There's really no better thing for a foodie to do on a Saturday morning than going to a good farmers market. The vibrant colors. The smells of fresh produce. And the people watching (oh the people watching!).

All the things I love about farmers markets are also what are ultimately my downfall. The sights, smells, & people all give me a very specific type of ADD (FMADD?) that all drive me just a little crazy. I never know where to start or what I should be looking for and Kelly and I are never on the same page. She's always looking for fresh, beautiful produce, and, being the carnivore that I am, I want nothing more than some good farm-raised, grass-fed beef/pork/buffalo/meat-type-product. Oh, and cheese. I'm a sucker for cheese.

{side note: Kelly likes to joke that we are the only 2 people in world who can go to a farmer's market and not buy any vegetables. It's true. It happens on many occasions}

This past weekend we went to the North Union Farmers Market (in it's 16th year! way to go!) and we got some really great stuff. I picked up some grass-fed beef and some homemade pork brats and Kel got some really beautiful peppers (which I then grilled and put over the brats). All in all it was a successful outing (much more successful than our subsequent garage sale-ing- which is probably a different topic for a different blog) that ended up providing us with wonderfully delicious dinners (the burgers I made with the beef tonight were A-MAY-ZING).

There I go again. Ramble, ramble, ramble. I guess when I catch myself rambling it's a good time to sign off. Kelly and I are off to Pennsylvania for Labor Day (Memorial Day? I always get those confused) to spend time with the Patten-Alwine clan and I am sure that more food adventures await.

Until then...Buon appetito!

Some like it hot

Salsa be damned!

Even though salsa is America's favorite condiment I have always been a sucker for hot sauce. Even before I met my Southern wife who opened my eyes to the wonderful world of Tabasco, I was dousing everything in sight in that glorious spicy liquid. I would even smother things that in normal circumstances should never have hot sauce near them. I remember very clearly in my sophomore year at Carroll that I used to make instant StoveTop Stuffing in the microwave and then drown it in cheap "Louisiana HotSauce" (I'm sure if I tried that now I would probably gag).

So my love affair with hot sauce has been alive and kicking for quite a while, but I never even considered making my own. That is until one of my younger brothers gave me the idea. You see, Jeff started cooking a lot earlier than most kids I know. I remember him being very young making eggs and mixing them with ranch dressing and loving every bite of them. Anyway, Jeff and I were talking sometime last year and he mentioned that he was going to try to make his own hot sauce and I thought, "Duh, why didn't I think of that before?"

So, to make a long story only slightly less long than it already is, I've had three different hot sauce making adventures, and I think I finally made one that I would make again. Give it a shot if you are so inclined. 

**Important note** Making hot sauce is EASY and fun. Don't be intimidated and feel free to riff here and there. Make it your own...that's what creating in the kitchen is all about, isn't it?

Kevin's Poblano Hot Sauce

3 large poblano peppers 

1 medium white onion - diced

1 garlic clove- diced 

Juice of 1/2 a lemon

1 cup water

1/2 cup white vinegar

1tsp sugar

salt & pepper to taste

1. Broil the peppers in the oven until they turn quite dark. Skin, de-seed, and chop them once you take them out.
2. Saute peppers, onion, and garlic in a little oil until soft. Let cool.
3. And softened veggies to blender with water, vinegar, lemon juice, and sugar. Blend, baby, blend!
4. Add salt & pepper to taste.

The secret here is to strain the liquid a few times. I try to get a good blend going then force it through a strainer into a large measuring cup and then pour the strained liquid back into the blender for some more blending action. It's really up to you to get it to a consistency that you like. Mine is thicker than Tabasco which makes it great for dipping chips into or even drizzling over Triskets for a snack. I've had this on tacos, pizza, eggs, you name it!

Buon appetito (or maybe in this case I should say buen provecho)!

The simpler the better

I used to think that good cooking required fancy techniques and ingredients that I could hardly pronounce let alone cook with (what the hell is xanthum gum and what would I even do withit?). As I've become a better more seasoned cook, I've found that keeping it simple usually garners the results that I am looking for and produces better, tastier food.

Case in point: the great polenta debacle of aught nine. I had found a recipe that I thought was going to be amazing - a red wine and mushroom polenta - that was going to blow Kelly away and make me some culinary hero for months to come. As is turns out this experiment was a disaster before it began- a multi-step, complicated recipe using a main ingredient I have never used before. If you have never used polenta, it's one of those things that you really can't walk away from. It requires constant attention and monitoring; or maybe I shouldn't have dumped it all in the water at once (probably a little of both). To make a long and frustrating story shorter and with kid-friendly language (I assure I was using none of that in the kitchen

that day), what I was left with was a purple clump of inedible mash. It was horrifying. Of course, Kelly, the saint that she is, took a few polite bites before excusing herself to make some peanut butter toast. A culinary hero, I was not.

Fast forward to Thursday's dinner. Ingredient list:

• Chicken.
• Home-made spice rub.
• Fresh sweet corn at the peak of its season from a farm we could have driven to.
• A compound butter made from the spices in our cabinet.
• A hot grill.
• A beautiful summer night.
• An adorable wife

Simple, easy, and delicious. In a word, "perfect." It's not to say that I won't try polenta again (I am both stubborn and Italian) but I now know that sometimes keeping it simple is the much more satisfying route.

HWG Redux

{insert witty comment about not posting in six eight months}

So, it's been a while. A long while. And I start asking myself "why?"

I could give you excuses about not eating well (partially true) or being just too busy (not true in the slightest), but if you are reading this you can probably see right through one of my lies so I best not even chance it. The reason there has been no posts here is because I've been in quite a funk. Have you ever been in one of those lost, directionless funks that last for way too long? The kind that have you searching for meaning or at least searching for something to do so you aren't so bored? That's been my reality, especially of late. So I've decided to start my baby back up again. The blog I conceptualized last year and then let sit fallow for far too long. It's time for a fresh start.

New to Halfway Gourmet? Let me tell you what it's all about.

HWG is about food. It's not just about sharing recipes and the triumphs in the kitchen, it's about real people and the real food we eat. Sure, sometime we'll have a nice risotto for dinner but sometimes we'll be too tired to cook and order out from Sun Luck Garden or Rascal House.

Sometimes it'll be about the flub-ups (most likely when I am in the kitchen) like when I used up all the dijon mustard yesterday to make a marinade for the flank steak and leaving none for Kelly to use on her glaze for the salmon- thus forcing her to use the honey dijon mustard which was, well, slightly less successful.

No matter what, it'll always be real and hopefully educational or at least entertaining. I'll be taking the lead here, but from time to time Kelly will take a break from her insanely popular project 'Bama on the Brain and grace us with her presence.

If I haven't scared you away, check back for more soon. Getting back into blogging's going to be a bumpy ride but it should be a fun one.

You've been wondering...

I know you've been wondering where we've been.  Apparently, someone forgot that this was supposed to be a collaborative effort.  We just got back from a trip to Puerto Rico and had some really great meals and food adventures.  BUT he wanted to blog about the food and I refuse to steal his thunder.  So you'll just have to wait...and suffer...and tell Kevin about how much hate waiting and suffering.

Get the maple syrup...NOW!

If you're like me, you probably don't just have buttermilk hanging out in your fridge.  Am I right?  After this morning, I may just change my mind.  Here's how the story goes:

Sunday mornings, especially in the winter, are lazy mornings.  We get out of bed, stumble down stairs, make some coffee, and contemplate breakfast options.  I love having a late, substantial breakfast.  This morning, it was calling to me.  Pancakes.  Sweet, sweet pancakes.

I'm a big fan of Bisquick--specifically the heart healthy variety.  Usually, I make the standard pancakes from the directions on the side of the box.  This morning, I happened to have some buttermilk left over from another recipe earlier in the week.  A few minutes spent googling buttermilk pancakes and I was ready to go. 

2 Cups of Bisquick
1 egg
1 tsp Baking Soda
1-3/4 Cups of buttermilk

Mix together and drop by 1/3 cup fulls onto a hot griddle/non-stick pan/etc., of your choice. 

These pancakes rise so high, are so fluffy, and so friggin delicious.  I may never go out for pancakes again.