Happy Wine Day to Me
Todd gave me a great birthday present this year (you're going to be reading a lot about a few great birthday presents over the next few days). He knows I've had fun learning more about wine, and that I'd like to have a small collection around the house so we can open a bottle whenever we have guests or just feel like it ourselves. So last night he said, "I need to pick up your birthday present, and it's just down the block. Do you want to come along?" My curiosity was aroused, because I had no idea what he had in mind. He led me to the wine shop, then told the guy there (the owner, I think) that he wanted to buy me six bottles of wine, all different, so I could taste around.
I think the owner actually enjoyed picking them out for me. We had already picked up a shiraz from the Barossa Valley in Australia because we found the bottle charming (it's the Piping Shrike, and it has a funny little story on the back and not a whole lot of info on how the wine tastes). After approving our selection, the owner picked out six other bottles (the last one was free) of sharp, flavorful red wines (I like bright, spicy wines right now, rather than rich, mellow ones). We got a Spanish rioja that hasn't been mellowed for U.S. palates; an Italian ripasso, which is made by pouring wine over amarone (partially dehydrated) grapes; a Gigondas, from the Rhone region of France; a merlot that is not typical for merlot; and two others from California.
When I saw the cover of last month's Real Simple, I thought, "What could be more boring than chicken soup?" I am not a big chicken soup fan, and that includes real chicken stock from a chicken carcass, chicken noodle and matzoh ball (although I'd be willing to try a really good matzoh ball soup if someone knew where I could get some). To me the only reason to eat chicken soup is if you're sick.
This recipe was from Mollie Katzen's Sunlight Cafe, which I'm really growing to like for ideas. It doesn't look like the round babka I'm used to having, and it had a lot less air in it. In fact, when I first cut into it after it baked, I was kind of disappointed because it looked like cake. But cutting it, and eating it, revealed a different story. It's dense, rich, with that eggy heaviness. And chocolate. I was worried because I didn't use all the sugar-cocoa mixture, but it didn't seem to matter. On Day 2 it was starting to get a little on the dry side, though. As a coworker and I compared recipes it became clear that this is a relatively low-fat recipe with about half the usual amount of yeast, which probably accounts for the dry, dense texture (the handfuls of extra flour I added certainly didn't help).
Chain or no,
This is one of those places you walk into and everything is so breathtakingly beautiful that you just have to look for a while, even before you can start contemplating the flavors. (It also makes you mad at yourself for not having a camera along; this picture is from their web site, 
The weather was sunny, cold, with a frigid wind (but not as cold as it had been the two previous days). The company was Todd and two friends who moved to Minnesota a few months ago and who had some big news. The place was Pigalle, a French bistro that's just two blocks down from my office. All these elements came together to take me out of my day Friday, to forget about the office and the cold and the things I don't like about my life for a while.
I got my Penzeys order yesterday and found a surprise. They had packaged, along with my order, a sample of their chili powder. Unlike lots of national brands, their chili powder doesn't have salt, just ancho chile powder, cumin, garlic and Mexican oregano. I had ordered cumin, ancho chile powder and Turkish oregano, so it's almost like they were showing me that I could get it all together in one.
Combine 1 cup milk, 1/2 cinnamon stick, 2 crushed cardamom pods, 4 cloves, a pinch of salt and a grating of fresh nutmeg in a small saucepan and heat almost to a boil, until steam is coming off it, the edges are getting bubbly and the center kind of starts to undulate. Turn off the heat and steep for 15 minutes, then use a slotted spoon to strain out the big spices. Then add about a tablespoon of honey (I used strong buckwheat honey, which I love, although Katzen's recipe called for light honey) and turn the heat back on medium-low. Sprinkle in 3/4 cup oats and stir. Cook for 8 minutes or until the oatmeal is a consistency you like. I added more honey at this point because it wasn't quite sweet enough for me. It makes 2 kind of small servings. The taste is almost the way perfume or flowers smell, warm and spicy, and there's a nice rough and creamy texture, since I used a higher ratio of oats to liquid than is usually recommended (thanks, Lael, for the tip).
I went to the grocery store last night with $7 in my pocket and the idea that I wanted to make soup with the can of chickpeas I had at home. I had looked at a couple of recipes for Moroccan-style soups, but most had squash or raisins or something else Todd doesn't like. So I bought a can of stewed tomatoes and a box of frozen chopped spinach (I also had to buy milk and I found ladyfingers to make something that's closer to real tiramisu). The resulting soup was pretty good; I intend to make it again so I will record faithfully exactly what I did last night, even though I don't think all the ingredients/steps are absolutely necessary (ie the bouillon cube, the Italian-flavored stock, etc).
This is a cookbook Todd's mom gave me for Christmas. His great-aunt Trudy won it when she was 13, in 1925, for a recipe for split-pea soup that she has written in the back.