Friday, August 2, 2013

Spicy Tuna "Sushi" wrap

Somehow, I'd never tried tuna in olive oil before last year.  We were always a "tuna in water" house growing up, so that's what always I bought.  As one who generally dislikes mayonnaise, I was thrilled to realize that much didn't need much added to it, as the oil left the fish tasting moist on its own.

As with most new things, I started tinkering with various recipes & swapping the tuna in oil for the tuna w/mayo until I had a revelation... that a close approximation to the spicy tuna I like at sushi places could be made simply by adding Sriracha.

From there, it was a only a matter of finding the right inspiration

Ingredients
. Lavash wraps are a staple in our home, as are avocados, and the dried seaweed snack I get at Trader Joe's(essentially the wrap of a sushi roll cut into rectangles and seasoned), so my first attempt combined these things in a sushi inspired lunch wrap. It tasted good enough, but something was definitely missing.  Then it hit me, it needed the vinegared rice.  This addition had two effects.  It stabilized the roll, and turned it into a dish for two (the pieces are mammoth). A sprinkling of sesame seeds gave it a nice touch of presentation, and the addition of a dipping sauce rounded it out into something that would fit in at a sushi house as an option for those hung up on "raw fish".  

  • 1 can tuna in olive oil 
  • 1-2 tbsp Sriracha hot sauce
  • 1 avocado, sliced 
  • 1/2 cucumber, peeled & thinly sliced. (squeezed in a paper to reduce moisture)
  • 1 lavash wrap
  • 1/2 pkg dried seaweed snack or Nori sheets
  • tsp sesame seeds
  • sushi rice 
  • honey soy dipping sauce 


For the rice

  • 2/3cup short grain rice
  • 1 &1/4 cup water
  • tbsp rice vinegar
  • 1/4 tsp sesame oil


For the dipping sauce

  • 1/2 tsp honey
  • 1 1/2 tsp Reduced sodium soy sauce
  • a few drops sesame oil.


Combine in a small ramekin, microwave for 10 seconds & stir. It's that simple.

Rinse the rice and combine with the water, vinegar, & oil in a small saucepan.  Bring to a boil, cover & reduce to simmer until the water is absorbed (about 15 minutes). Set aside to cool, but don't worry about it being cold. The rice will be very sticky.

Drain some (but not all, it takes the place of mayonnaise) of the oil off the tuna and stir in the Sriracha to taste.

Steam the lavash to soften it for better rolling.

Begin by layering  the rice onto the lavash until almost completely covered leaving an inch or two at the far end to seal it off. Press in a layer of seaweed, covering the rice.  Follow the with a layer or tuna, then cucumbers, and finally the avocado slices. Roll the tightly toward the uncovered end, squeezing out air along the way.  Slice the finished log into eight pieces, garnish with sesame seeds and serve with the dipping sauce.

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Little Mastermind (Warning: details may be inaccurate)

" I framed a kindergartner once."

That... is the kind of line that instantly grabs the attention of a whole dinner party.  I was at my parents' anniversary dinner listening to my sister tell tales of my young nephew's various misadventures in school. His most recent, getting the nurse to give him a day off by saying that he was asthmatic and had forgotten his inhaler, provoked a "Can you believe a eight year old kid would do that?" from the table.

It was as that point that I stopped chuckling, sipped my wine and said "I framed a kindergartner once" answering the collective "You did what?" from my siblings and our spouses with "I was in kindergarten, too. It's not like it  was last week."

Naturally,  I was immediately pressed for details which I shared with my best evil grin.  It's a 33 year old story, and so is like a copy of a copy of copy, with my memories xeroxing and reediting the specifics into something semi-apocryphal. The key ideas are still accurate, but the identity of the players are no longer consistent. The actual act and the fallout are still as clear as if they happened yesterday. I'll leave out the names of the other kids to, uh, protect the innocent.

Let's start by saying something that should be pretty obvious. Our education system is fairly miserable experience for all involved and if one has the misfortune to be the runtiest kid (and a dorky, oddly verbose one at that), school tends to be veritable hell.  You'll be picked on by most kids who are larger than you are, for the simplest of reasons.  They're bigger than you.  One of our great myths is that of "Standing up to the bully!"  This may have worked for Ralphie Parker against Scut Farcus, but in real life, it tends to work out in one of two ways.   The perpetual victim either gets his ass handed to him, or gets in trouble for beating up a well-liked "good kid". I can only imagine how much worse it is for today's crop of small kids.

To the point of the story at hand, I knew even at five years old that beating up the kid who was picking on me was not likely to be in the cards. Luckily, I had some guile on my side.  This was the story as I shared with my stunned siblings (who think of me as the gentle eldest brother).

I don't remember this kid's name, only that he was a prick. We'll call him X.  I can't remember anything specific about him except that he excluded me from playing with Star Wars figures and Connect Four, etc. Anyone who hasn't sat at the top of the food chain knows the sorts of wretched "part of the group/not part of the group"things kids do when they form hierarchies on the first day of school.

One day, I was watching as he and a few other boys played with Lego-esque toys. (They weren't quite Legos or Tinkers Toys, but a generic combination that aspired to both.  They could have been both or either and my brain has simply muddied it) After they were done, inspiration struck the tiny David.  Grabbing as many generic building toys as my puny hands could hold, I skulked over to the cubbies where we kept our things and filled X's lunchbox to brim with them.   I then went over to Ms Malone, our teacher, tugged on her pant leg and shyly said "Miss Malone,  I think X is stealing the Lego-Tinkertoy amalgams." *possibly not my exact words

She went over to X and asked him about my accusation, which he obviously denied.  "But I saw his put them in his lunchbox!" was my response. She had X open his lunchbox, and out fell an appalling amount of stolen toys. He was sent to the principal's office (wonderfully adjacent to the Kindergarten classroom)where I could hear the normally jovial Mr Berkowitz bellowing at X about the consequences of stealing and the possibility of prison.

I could hear X bawling that he hadn't done anything, sobbing harder as Mr Berkowitz yelled that lying made it worse (My brain has added a bit about Richard Nixon to the lecture in post).  I imagined the salty tears streaming down his face. I felt that mix of guilt and elation that vengeance brings. Victory was mine!

Only it wasn't.  Now, normally by this point in story like this one, the guilt would overwhelm the perpetrator in a "Tell-Tale Heart" fashion.  It may have gotten me, too.  But I never got to find out if I was more Montresor than the Tell-Tale Heart narrator.   One of the girls in our class had seen me frame X, and since  "Quit Snitchin' " had not yet become a thing, spilled the beans on my scheme.

Now I was the one who'd face an near apoplectic Mr Berkowitz, with my enraged parents in tow to find out exactly how diabolical their young boy was and what to do about it.   I don't remember the punishment, just a lot of yelling and pretending that felt I worse about my actions than I did.

My sister chimed in asked whether I'd learned my lesson that day.  I said that I had,  "Always look both ways when framing someone'.

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Vegan Lime Avocado Cupcakes with Lime Avocado frosting

Prep time: About 15 min  Cooking time: 20-25 minutes 

Yields about 18 normal-sized cupcakes



I know what you're thinking. Avocado?  Really? (and possibly, Gross!).  I've been trying to experiment with using less dairy and it works amazingly well as a substitute for butter in this cake/cupcake recipe.  The flavor of the avocado is so mild that it disappears completely behind the lime. The cakes were lighter and moister than I could have expected and held up very well day 2, which is odd as vegan baking has the tendency to go dry fast.   

The "Buttercream", which was my spin on Alton Brown's Recipe,  tasted like a lime sorbet. I could eat it all by itself, and may do just that at some point.  The prime difference was that I halved the sugar  because I liked the flavor and didn't want it too sweet.  It came together so fast and was the perfect compliment to the more subtle lime of the cakes.      


For the cupcakes

  • 2 1/2 cup  AP Flour (or a Gluten-free flour of your choice)
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 1/2 cup Organic Sugar
  • 1 14oz Can of Coconut cream
  • 1/2 cup Avocado (about one small Haas will do it)
  • Juice & finely chopped zest of one lime
  • 3 TBSP Sunflower oil
  • 1 tsp Vanilla Extract
For the frosting
  • 1 Avocado, whipped smooth
  • 2 cups Confections sugar (feel free to add more for thicker frosting) 
  • finely chopped zest & juice of one lime
  • 1/2 lemon extract


Making the cake batter:
Pre-heat the oven to 350°.  Line a 12 cup muffin tin with paper liners and dust with flour.  
Whisk together the dry ingredients (Flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt) in a bowl and set it aside.  
Blend the avocado in a food processor until smooth, then cream to together with the coconut cream, sugar, oil, vanilla, lime juice & zest.    
Gently fold in the the flour mixtures, stirring enough to combine.  At this point the batter will be thick like frosting.   Spoon the batter into the paper liners, about 3/4 full if you can (note, the thick batter makes this tricky, so don't  be alarmed if they're totally full.  

Bake for 22-25 minutes, until the oft-mentioned inserted toothpick comes out clean.  Let the cupcakes cool completely ( at least 3 hours) before frosting.   

Frosting the cupcakes:

Whisk (or use a hand mixer) to blend the avocado, confectioners sugar, lime juice, zest & lemon extract together, adding more sugar to thicken it up if preferred.  As I prepared it, the frosting isn't quite thick enough to be piped, so spread it on with a spatula.  It will have a naturally brilliant green color that suggests the flavor, and the lime juice will keep the avocado from browning.

You can pretty them up with a bit of shredded or toasted coconut, but I liked them as is.    



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Monday, February 18, 2013

Tomato Soup with Grilled Cheese Croutons.


Ingredients
  • 2 30 ounce cans of Tomatoes.  Either crushed, whole or one of each
  • 3 -4 cups chicken stock  ( I recommend Kitchen Basics) 
  • 2 sticks celery, diced
  • 1 carrot, diced
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 1 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1/8 tsp cayenne powder
  • bay leaf
  • salt & pepper
  • 2tbsp butter
  • 1/3 cup heavy cream or 2% greek yogurt (Fage works best)  
For the croutons
  • 2 thick slices of your favorite hearty bread. 
  • cheddar, gruyere,  & goat cheese
  • butter
The Soup

If using whole tomatoes,  halve then drain & reserve the liquid. Remove basil leaf, if any. 


Melt the butter in a dutch oven (or stainless sauce pot) over medium to medium high heat.  Saute the onion celery & carrot with salt until the onion starts to brown, deglazing the pan a few times with an ounce or 2 of the stock.   Once the mixture is adequately caramelized, remove it from the pan and set aside, deglazing the pan with once more to remove any residual browned bits. 


Return the pot to the heat & add the tomatoes, stirring with with the spatula until browned and thickened. this will add flavor and remove the "canned" taste.    Add the onion mixture back to the to pot along with the paprika, cayenne, black pepper.  Stir in the chicken stock and bring to a simmer.  Add the bay leaf and let simmer for 60-90 minutes  or longer (like many things, longer tends to be better. Sigh).   Remove from heat, discard the bay leaf and blend the soup until smooth, blending in the cream just prior to serving.

The Croutons


Dry out the bread slightly by toasting on low.  Add the cheese, maybe 1/4" thick  and grill in a buttered frying pan until golden brown & crisp.  Cut the sandwiches in to 1" cubes  and serve over the soup.


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Friday, December 9, 2011

Stupid things I thought when I was 6 years old that, upon review, are far more awesome than reality.

This is an incomplete list of time when my imagination would take simple phrases and turn them into something  incorrect but much cooler than they actually were.


Gorilla Warfare

The first time I hear the term "guerrilla warfare", it was regarding was civil war in Central America (Nicaragua, I think). The newscaster actually said something like " The Sandinistas clashed with guerrilla forces outside  Managua as hostilities escalated... ".   As I was still a bit away from covering the American revolution in school, my young mind had no context (or spelling) for the word guerrilla. So what I heard was "Gorilla forces" and I immediately imagined that the fighting was being done by creatures like Monsieur Mallah (pictured below). This idea was bolstered by video footage of gunfire into and returned from the Nicaraguan rainforest, with nary a human in sight.  I was so excited. Planet of the Apes was actually happening!  I remember be so disappointed when my mother explained the truth.





Native produce

My grandfather to rave about native tomatoes and corn.  Of course, too many Johnny Quest & Gilligan's Island reruns combined with an insufficient understanding that "native" also meant "local" (it may have helped if the old man had said "Native Grown", but probably not), caused me to imagine that they was farmed  were farmed by Pacific Islanders living in huts and delivered by dugout.    Now, native grown tomatoes actually do taste much better that the factory farmed tomatoes that appear at grocery stores, so much so that it's not difficult to believe that they are exotic. Since I also had no sense of geography or money at that point, I didn't realize how inconvenient and expensive such produce might be. If I had, I'd have known instantly that my grandmother would never have allowed my grandfather to buy it.

Rocky Horror

I was also under the impression that the Rocky Horror Picture Show starred Sylvester Stallone and couldn't understand why my parents refused to take me to see it when the theater by the Naugatuck Valley Mall was doing a showing at Halloween.   Their argument against it was "The people who go to that are weird. they dress in constumes, and throw things at people in front of the screen."  Needless to say, that line of reasoning was not persuasive to a 7 year old. In fact, my seven year old self was thinking "What the fuck? Why wouldn't I want to see that?"  Well, maybe not phrased quite that way, but the grade school equivalent.  Anyway, how great would it have been to hear Sly belting out "Let's Do The Time Warp Again"?  (I have no idea whether Rocky actually sings in the film, I never did watch it in its entirety).

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Finally, a Neopolitan pizza crust that works in a home oven!!!

A few weeks ago, we went to Pizzetta in Mystic and I came home wanting to duplicate their light, crisp, excellent crust.  I've been making pizza at home for years and  although I nailed down the toppings pretty early on, the crust has tormented me for almost all that time.  


I've bought dough from good pizzerias, but such doughs are meant to be cooked at a much higher temperature than one can manage in a home oven and yield (in my opinion) too bready of a crust. I tried making my own dough with recipes from cookbooks, pizza-specific cookbooks and the internet.  Everything I read suggested using high gluten flours to get pizzeria results.  I tried bread flour, mixing bread and all-purpose, tried adding vital wheat gluten, and fiddling with the amounts of water and olive oil, but the end results were always the same. A too-thick, bready crust that everyone else said was good, but that I didn't love the way I loved Pepe's or First & Last. To me, it merely tasted "good for homemade", which is never my goal when cooking.  I want good (preferably great), period.  


My first brush with something close to what I was looking for was actually a recipe for Naan bread.  I noticed that the Naan dough cooked up lighter and thinner than pizza dough but still was slightly chewy.  So I began using it if for pizzas with decent results.     


The Naan recipe got me close and after the visit to Pizzetta, I decide to do an experiment. Counterintuitively, I decided to lower the gluten by leaving out the bread flour, and swapping in some cake flour.   This seems to have done the trick (for now), yielding light thin crusts that have as decent chewiness and cook quickly.    I use a pizza stone and a pizza peel to get the best results.  


Pizza Dough

  • 1 2/3 cup Unbleached All Purpose flour
  • 2/3cup cake flour (I used SoftAsSilk)  *optional 
  • 1/2 packet active dry yeast (about two tsp)
  • 6oz warm water (105-110°)
  • 1 tbsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil
  • 1/2 tsp Salt
  • Pinch of sugar
Whisk the dry ingredients (flours, yeast, salt, sugar)together. Using a stiff silicon spatula, stir in the water and oil until the dough comes together, about 3 minutes.    Once it does, turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead for about 15 minutes until you have a good dough ball. This something that one only knows with practice, so it might take a little trial and error until it feels right.    Divide the dough into 2 balls and place each in a lightly oiled bowl  Cover with a damp towel and let the dough rise for about 45 minutes before using.  If you're not planning to use use it right away, it can be refrigerated overnight. Just remember to allow it to rise and come to room temperature before using it.  (note: the damp towel is key here, as it prevents the dough from having unworkable dry spots)

Making Pizzas


Now that you've done the heavy lifting and made the dough, It's time to make a few pies. The recipe above makes 2 small pizzas.   Any combination that you want can work, although when putting on toppings, I've found that less is more, especially with mozzarella.   


Place a pizza stone on the lowest rack in the oven (Take the other rack out or move it as high as you can. Making pizza requires room to move) & preheat to 550°.  Once the oven is preheated, give the stone a good hour or so to heat up.    Stretch the dough out to about 12" with a thicker rim and place on a well floured pizza peel.  Make sure that the dough can slide freely and position it a the edge of the peel.  Quickly top your pizza and gently let slide it onto the stone from the peel with a quick pull ( it takes practice, watch this guy).  Let the pizza cook for 8 minutes or until the cheese is bubbly and browned to your liking. remove from oven and allow the pie to set for 4-5 minutes before cutting.  


A Basic Pie
  • 30oz can Italian tomatoes, crushed and thoroughly drained
  • Fresh or dried herbs (Oregano, Rosemary, Thyme & Basil) 
  • Grated Pecorino Romano or Parmigiana Reggio 
  • Fresh Mozzarella, shredded 
  • Salt & Pepper

For a basic sauce, I use Vanlia Whole Italian tomatoes (any whole or crushed tomatoes will do), which I hand-crush with a potato masher and drain in a strainer.  This is important, as not draining the liquid will give you a soupy mess of pizza.  Once the tomatoes are drained,  I stir in a tablespoon of Tomato paste and a tbsp of olive oil and a bit of salt.  I don't use garlic on a plain pizza, but if you like it that way, go ahead.


Lightly brush prepared dough with olive oil.  Using a measuring cup, spread out a thin layer of sauce and sprinkle with herbs & pepper( If I have fresh basil leaves, I usually hold those out and put them on top of the cheese). Top with a generous layer of Romano cheese then a sparing  layer fresh mozzarella.  Drizzle a spiral of olive oil over the pie and bake for 8 minutes.

"Summer Pie"



Fresh tomatoes, sliced 1/4 " thick  cut in thirds or quarters, depending on size
fresh herbs (Oregano, Sage, Thyme, rosemary & Basil) 
Olive oil
2-3 cloves of garlic, minced 
Pecorino Romano
Fresh Mozzarella, shredded  (or thinly sliced)

Lay the sliced tomatoes on a paper towel and sprinkle with salt.  Lightly brush prepared dough with olive oil.  arrange the tomato pieces evenly around the dough, sprinkle with herbs and garlic. Top with a generous layer of Romano cheese then a light layer of fresh mozzarella.  Drizzle a spiral of olive oil over the pie and bake for 8 minutes.



New Haven Style White Clam

  • 1 cup of chopped clams, thoroughly drained
  • fresh or dried herbs
  • salt & pepper
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • olive oil
  • Pecorino Romano
Squeeze excess liquid from clams with a paper towel,then sprinkle with salt.  Lightly brush prepared dough with olive oil.  Arrange the clam pieces evenly around the dough and sprinkle with herbs and garlic. Top with a generous layer of Romano cheese, drizzle with a spiral of Olive oil and bake for 8 minutes.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

OK Class. I'd like everyone to say their name and something interesting about themselves.

When I was in college, I was shy and nervous to an absurd level (at just the perfect age to feel that way. Thank you, Universe!), uncomfortable in my own skin and with a tendency to completely freeze up in crowds.  So despite having lots of opinions and generally knowing the material, I wasn't a very participatory student.  The idea of presenting my artwork in class would cause a mini-panic attacks, which is likely the reason that I get to hear "You should have been an artist" instead of, you know, actually being one.  Ditto for being called on in class, and doubly so for presenting a research project.    Still, I had a good avoidance strategy in place to cope with those situations, generally hiding and grunting out answers only when the words "Mr. Macharelli, do you know X?" spoiled my day .  There was, however, one scenario that used to wreak havoc with my technique.

As fate would have it (fucking fate, always sticking to me whenever possible), I seemed to regularly enroll in classes with professors who would kick off the new semester by having the students introduce themselves to the class.  At that point my life, it was pure torture.   The "something about yourself" part was terrifying.  Who the hell was I?  At 36, a wiser and and more confident me struggles with that question. The 19 year-old me had no chance.  You could have gotten me to say almost anything to avoid it.   I'd turn over my lunch money. I'd write an overlong, navel-gazing, extra-credit essay.   I'd have confessed to being on the Grassy Knoll in 1963.

Now that I think of it, it would have been awesome to have said "Hi, my name is David, and you may have seen some of my work in your 20th Cent. American Civ. class. It may seem impossible due my birth date, but I was the "Grassy Knoll" shooter.  I was trying a variation on Christopher Reeve's self-hypnosis time travel bit from Somewhere in Time for an extra credit history project in that same class, only to awaken in a room surrounded by Charlie Luciano, Fidel Castro and J. Edgar Hoover.  Somehow, they knew I was from the future and threatened to have my then-teenage parents eliminated unless I complied with their demands.  The instant that the trigger was pulled and the deed done, I reached into my pocket as Hoover had instructed to find a 1974 Kennedy half-dollar, the sight of which jarred me back to the present along with all evidence that I was there. Remarkable plan by those guys. It's nice to meet all of you. (little wave and grin)".  Alas, even adult-me could never pull that off,  so what normally happened was this...

I'd glance at the clock, dividing the number of minutes left in class by the number of people ahead of me and the average time they blathered on for in the hopes that time would expire before I had to take my turn.  At some point, it would become apparent that ten people weren't going to consume 35 minutes saying hello, not even if two or three of them were engagers like my father, and I'd curse the rotten luck of having a middle of the alphabet last name instead of something like Zimmerman. Once this realization set in, my throat and mouth  would start to dry out. Then adrenaline would course through my system, causing my hands to shake and sweat, my face to flush, and the always popular, "butterflies in the stomach".  Finally, the moment of truth would arrive.  It was my turn.

Heart pounding through my chest, I'd pop up and rasp out something like (at hyper-speed and without spaces, like The Flash rogue Prof. Zoom) "MYNAMEISDAVID-ANDIAMANARTMAJOR!" and immediately drop back into my chair.  The adrenaline crash would start as soon as my ass hit the seat, where I would slump, head in hand,  eyes darting around to check for people staring at and judging me.  Looking back, it's doubtful anyone was even paying attention and if they were, well, it's not like it was undeserved.

The stupidity of it is hilarious  to me now but funnier still is this.  People used to know the guy who behaved this way, and still wonder why I had trouble dating.

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