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Getaways: Seattle

Back in August, D and I went on vacation. The trip was a celebration of D’s taking the bar, so the destination was her choice. Thankfully, she gave up early aspirations to spend hours in a dinky rental car driving through farmland (read:roadtrip) and set her sites on two luxurious weeks of eating and drinking in Northern California. We ate our way through San Francisco, from taquerias to pizza in the Mission to the amazing Coi; and we roamed the grapevines of winemakers in Napa, Sonoma, and Healdsburg. Before we left, D admitted her fear that once we went, I might never return. When the two weeks were up, I reluctantly boarded the plane back to DC, but I’ve been scheming ever since to return to those parts. PNW and I, we’re quite a match. (My excessively enthused write-up of that trip, in 3 parts: 1,2,3.)

It won’t surprise you, then, that when an opportunity arose to travel to Seattle on business, I jumped at the chance. I booked a flight that would plop me down Saturday night, leaving me a full day to explore the city before work kicked in. Then I hit the books.

Here’s the thing about my travel style. I may not be the best when it comes to printing boarding passes way in advance or crossing the Ts of our hotel reservations, museum appointments, etc, but people, I know how to pick a good restaurant. I realized this on my last night in Seattle, perched at the bar of a truly great restaurant – the kind of place where chefs hang out after work, apparently, but I’m getting ahead of myself – as I considered how many other possible eateries I’d entertained for that evening. (The answer, no joke, is approximately 30.) I haven’t always had amazing restaurant karma, but this Seattle trip presented one excellent meal after another. So, shall I tell you all about them?

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Meyer Lemon Streusel Muffins

I know, I know. It’s one sweet baked good after another around here. You’d think I’d go easy on the sugar — what with Valentines’ Day around the corner — but we’re busy as ever, and precious little time passes between when food is made and food is gobbled up. I thought to blog about a fantastic tortilla espanola I made for brunch this weekend – filled with oven-roasted tomatoes, yukon golds, and feta cheese, served with salsa-inspired tomato sauce – but honest, I didn’t get a single picture of the thing. Meanwhile, I snapped a whole series of these muffins, sturdy breakfast treats perked up with meyer lemon zest and sour cream. Hopefully you’ll survive Week-o-Sweets; next time, I’ll tell you about tortilla or something else savory, scouts’ honor.

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Laura Goodenough’s Apple Coffee Cake

There comes a time each winter when I open the fruit drawer in search of a snack, and find an endless supply of just apples. First I’m surprised. I get that dead of winter on the east coast means berries and stone fruit are, at best, in the freezer, but where are my shipped-from-California meyer lemons? Aren’t there any pears? Then, sad: apples are boring. If I have to eat another bowl of apple butter, I may move to Florida.

When the whining subsides, I drag my derriere out of apple fatigue and get cooking. Sometimes I make this apple crisp, which is totally worth getting out of bed for. Other times, it’s pancakes I’m after. Last weekend, what called my name was this tall, crusty apple cake.

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I think it was last Sunday that our heat first stopped working. We’d just gotten back from out of town, and we had house guests. D had made their bed, I was making dinner, and as I passed through the hallway to check on the mujaddara, I noticed that our vents were pumping bitter cold air. No problem; I cranked the target temperature up to 77, hoping the heat would kick in. Two hours later, no dice. I was standing over the oven warming my hands, our guests were asking for extra layers, and the needle on the thermostat was slowly sinking below 60.

Faced with a cold apartment and a dearth of natural insulation, I did what any sane person does, the only logical thing to do, if you ask me. I made a salad.

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Za’atar Flatbread

Behold the strangeness of za’atar.

Za’atar is an herb. Sorry – it’s not a specific herb, but one of any number of herbs in the hyssop family. Scratch that: it’s a combination of herbs. But wait, sometimes there are sesame seeds. Actually, it’s a paste made with some type or type of herbs, sesame seeds, and lots of olive oil.

Confused? Join the club.

In reality, za’atar is all of these things. There is a bush that grows in the deserts of Israel known as za’atar. The bush is most likely a member of the hyssop family, though some call it savory or wild oregano. Za’atar leaves are small and somewhat rough, and their flavor is a fusion of wild oregano and thyme. 

The za’atar you buy in the supermarket is most likely a blend of different herbs. According to Lior Lev Sercarz, owner and spice blender behind the New York-based spice shop La Boîte à Epice, the most traditional elements of a za’atar blend are za’atar leaves, sumac, sesame seeds, and thyme. The color of these blends varies
from forest green to dark, deep red-brown, and the flavor ranges from woodsy and deep to tangy and a bit nutty. It all depends on the balance of herbs in the blend, and every country — nay, every spice blender — makes it a bit differently.

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Cook a Duck, Part 2: How to Make Confit

So you’ve rendered all the fat one duck can pack. You’ve got a few cups of the stuff in the fridge, and you made yourself a mighty nice salad with some cracklings on top. The breasts, legs, and thighs (not to mention the wings and the carcass!) await their delicious fates. Why yes: it’s cook-a-duck week here on NDP. Today’s lesson: making duck confit.

Among the many things about duck confit that thrill me are a) that making it was, no joke, a cinch; b) that my house smelled like an honest French bistro as I made it; and c) that the process makes duck taste like someone rubbed its body with butter each day and sang it to sleep every night. There simply is no better treatment for duck legs than a slow, gentle cooking bath of its own fat. If that sounds gross to you, I don’t know what to say. If you’re salivating right now, step into my office.

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Cook a Duck, Part 1: How to Render Duck Fat

Among my mildest marital disputes is a debate over poultry of choice. She likes chicken; I like duck. I suppose that’s not surprising, since m’lady loves straightforward food that doesn’t keep me in the kitchen for long hours, and I…well, I love long hours in the kitchen. For months, I’ve been all talk about making duck. Not least because it’s on my kitchen resolutions list, I thought it’d finally be nice to learn how to make duck confit, which I love; duck fat, which makes french fries sing; duck cracklings, which transform a salad or a lazy afternoon; and duck prosciutto, which remains on my list of to-dos, but will have to wait for another time.

A few stars aligned that pushed me to do this, and do it now. First, my friend Cathy has launched Charcutepalooza, and I had to join the fun. Be sure to check it out. Second, the kind folks at KOL Foods sent over a beautiful, pasture-raised duck, so I knew it was time to put my knife skills where my mouth is.

That’s when the fear set in. What if I mess up? What if all the wonderful duck meat and fat and skin and bones don’t wind up in all sorts of deliciousness? I needed to start small.

They say start with the outside and work your way in. So that’s exactly what I did. I started on the outside — literally: with the skin.

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It’s a new year: resolutions abound. Taking my friends at their word, 2011 will see the end of lateness, the renewal of grammar anal-retentiveness, and loads of meat. I won’t complain about any of that. But I admit, I’m overwhelmed. So many promises! So much good intention! So much…pressure! That’s no way to start the new year.

When I posted about my kitchen resolutions last September, I was fired up. I figured that publicizing my goals would make them real, make me most likely to achieve them. Now, I take a peek at those resolutions hovering in the corner of this space, and struggle not to cower in their presence.

That duck prosciutto, for instance. No time like now for duck prosciutto; my friend Cathy has teemed up with Kim Forster, aka the Yummy Mummy, to launch Charcutepalooza, a celebration of home-curing. First up? Duck prosciutto, of course. And were it not for the fact that I’m working minimum 60-hour weeks, lacking any curing space (no yard, no garage, no wine fridge), and trying to keep up this blog in the meantime, I’d totally take the plunge.

Alas, duck prosciutto will have to wait. It’s still a resolution, and I do hope to do it, but today just isn’t that day. Perhaps this will be the year in which I finally learn to say no.

That’s the thing about resolutions. When they’re motivators, they’re great. When they’re threats, I lose interest.

Not to fear, though — I haven’t abandoned my duck ambitions entirely. I’ve got a full bird thawing in the fridge right now, and I rendered two pounds of skin this past week. Stay tuned for instructions on how to render that fat, how to use the cracklings, and — finally — how to confit the legs. One resolution: check.

For now, amid the crazy talk of more time at the gym and less food in the stomach and other bloated promises, I’m dreaming of simpler things. Like cake.

Cake! This here loaf is a total winner. For shock points, I’ll tell you that it’s from Food52. (Seriously, ya’ll should start taking bets on how many recipes I’ll make that aren’t from that site.) It’s a browned butter and butternut loaf whose modest appearance belies its complexity. The brown-butter icing, which I skipped for simplicity’s sake, would elevate this cake from plain jane to star of the show, and I think it makes the perfect host gift. I’ve got one on the counter for tomorrow, one in the freezer for another time, and I’ve already resolved to stick this recipe in my regular rotation. That’s a promise I’m likely to keep.

Brown Butter and Butternut Squash Loaf
adapted slightly from fiveandspice via Food52

2 cups pureed roasted butternut squash
1 cup unsalted butter
3 large eggs
1 1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
3 cups all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg (preferrably freshly ground)
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves

Glaze (optional):
5 tablespoons salted butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cup or so of confectioner’s sugar

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees, and grease two (9 inch) loaf pans.

In a medium saucepan, heat the butter over medium-high heat. It will melt first, and then start to foam. Turn the heat down to medium. As the butter browns, the dairy solids will start to stick to the bottom of the pan. Scrape these browned bits back into the butter from time to time. After about 7 minutes, the butter will have turned a nice brown color will smell rich and nutty; remove it from the heat and allow to cool for about 10 minutes.

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat eggs and sugars on high speed for several minutes, until the color has lightened. Scrape in the browned butter and beat for another couple of minutes, starting on low and raising speed to medium-high, until the mixture is smooth.

Add the pureed squash to the wet ingredients and beat until smooth and uniformly mixed in.

In a small bowl, combine the flour, salt, baking powder, baking soda, nutmeg, and cloves. Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients, and mix on low until fully incorporated. Do not overmix.

Divide the batter evenly into the 2 prepared loaf pans and bake for about 50 minutes, until a tester comes out clean. Take the bread out of the loaf pans and allow to cool completely.

To make the optional glaze, brown and cool butter as described above (it will take shorter since there is less). Add cooled butter to a mixing bowl. Whisk vanilla into butter.

Sift the confectioner’s sugar to remove lumps and whisk it into the butter mixture until the glaze is spreadable.

Spread the icing onto the loaves, and allow to set for about 30 minutes before slicing.

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