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A little champagne, et pourquoi pas?

I drink champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it – unless I’m thirsty.               

~ Madame Lilly Bollinger

Well that about sums it up for me. In fact, if I had to choose only one drink for the rest of my life it would most certainly be champagne. As such, I have devoted a not inconsiderable amount of time and energy to the search for a drinkable bubbly priced at $20 or less. I mean I have really put my back into this one, and I am pleased to report that my efforts have been crowned with success. Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some Bolly and I never turn down a glass or three of Veuve Cliquot when it comes my way, but in these times of economic hardship, sacrifices must be made, belts tightened and expensive wines relegated to special occasions – weddings, birthdays, conditional releases and suchlike.

This is my current favorite, Gruet Brut. It’s lovely and dry, but not a lip puckerer. Nice delicate bubbles and you can order it online for $13.75 a bottle. Plus, it comes in pink! Here’s what the good folks at the Gruet Winery in New Mexico have to say. (No really, New Mexico. Apparently the soil is similar to that of France’s celebrated Champagne region, or at least that’s what the nice guy at Fat Cat told me.)

Our flagship sparkling wine. Known for its classic, crisp style with rich complexity and a fine mousse.

Quite honestly when it comes to a wine’s mousse, fine or otherwise, they might as well be talking about Bullwinkle for all I know. I can say with certainty, however, that this is by far the best under $20 bottle of bubbly I have found in a very long time. They’ll ship a case directly from the website and apparently they make the really good stuff, too, if your budget allows. If not, you’re still sitting pretty.

Avoid the bad clam

Courtesy healthsciencetechnology. wikispaces.com

I am a magnet for bad seafood. At a restaurant table of six, everyone gets a delicious portion of crab cakes, broiled scrod or lazy man’s lobster. Except me. If there’s one malodorous, borderline piece of fish, one rotting lobster tail or just a single rancid clam in the kitchen, it magically finds its way to my plate. So, out of necessity, I have become something of an expert in the choosing, purchase and preparation of fish. If you’d ever been on the business end of a bad mussel, you would be too.

I’ll spare you the usual foray into my sordid past and get right to business.

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All about the spices, Dahling

I don't need pepper! Where the f**k is my summer savory?

Does your spice rack drive you crazy? Are you oppressed by the chaos in your drawers? Driven to distraction by the duplications and depredations of fifty different jars in as many different sizes?

Perfectly good wine storage space. Wasted.

Are you sick of looking at the ugly wall rack you hung in desperation ten years ago? You know, the one that’s full of mismatched jars and nothing you need, and that makes you walk on your toenails every freaking time you catch sight of it.

Well, have I got the answer for you. These watchmaker cases from Lee Valley are perfect for storing and organizing your spices and keeping them to hand whenever you need them. Once you’ve filled them, you can just throw the back up spices in all their havoc inducing original packaging in a bin at the top of the cabinet you can’t reach!

No more rummaging through drawers or ransacking your pantry in search of just a teaspoon of marjoram for that savory and delicious beef stew you’re making. Just grab your cases and go. (Mine are organized alphabetically. You’ll need to identify yours, so get ready to crank up that label maker, gals!)

Yes yes, I hear you. It’s all a tad Martha, and truth be told, I may have first spotted these in her magazine. But being a slattern is all about fast and easy, and these make it possible to be both at the same time. And as an added bonus, a full spice rack is entirely portable when it’s time to pack up your negligee and get away to your tastefully appointed country home for a little leisurely entertaining, or a cozy family meal.

How ’bout some cheese with those fries?

If you’re familiar with my culinary ramblings, you’ll recall that I have a soft spot for the cuisine of the atomic age: casseroles, Jell-O, turkey divan and such. And until recently – like yesterday – I had thought that this kind of food had met a fate similar to that of Latin: more or less dead and just kind of limping along in places no one wanted to go, like church services and criminal court. Well, it’s easier to come by than you might think, and I’m big enough to admit I was wrong. In fact, after two days at the trough in Ohio I’m also big enough to land a fighter jet on.

That’s correct, I’ve just finished up a mini-tour through the heartland where the trees are turning, the air is clean, and the folks are unfailingly friendly. Unfortunately the coffee is thin, the gravy is white and apparently the Velveeta runs like a river through the entire region. Now, I have it on good authority that there is plenty of good food to be found in corn country, but I cannot honestly say that I encountered much.

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The Joys of Jell-O and Snow Pudding

You loved it as a child; it horrifies you as an adult. And yet, and yet, when you’re sick, hungover or have just given birth, it’s just the ticket. You could eat it by the truck load and bring on the crushed pineapple. You know what I’m talking about: Jell-O.

Now when I was growing up, “salad” meant only one thing: Jell-O chockablock with gut busting additives – mayonnaise, walnuts, mini marshmallows, fruit cocktail. This persisted well into the 80s when other families had moved on to radicchio, endive and arugula and had long since deep-sixed the packets of Good Seasons in the pantry. I still recall the first time I saw that little plate with the brown iceberg lettuce shard, the mealy tomato slice and the limp cuke covered in glorious Green Goddess dressing sitting on top of my dinner plate. “What the hell is this madness?” I wondered, only to be further mystified when told it was salad. Where was the Jell-O?

These days, we still roll out the Jell-O salad once a year at Thanksgiving in fond tribute to Grammie Sue, who never made a salad she couldn’t count on for an insulin reaction. Sometimes it’s the green one with the Cool Whip and the pineapple, which I believe she called Waldorf though it bore no resemblance whatever to Waldorf salad; other times it’s a more exotic red one with canned blueberries and cream cheese, and I don’t mind saying both are mighty fine.

Tempting though the original article is, these days I serve this very adult version of lemon Jell-O, which we always called Snow Pudding, though some call it lemon sponge and others refer to it as lemon mousse. Semantics. It’s a delicious light lemon dessert that, when paired with a soft custard, which Grammie always called hard sauce – that woman was a mass of contradictions – offers a truly sublime combination of tart/cold and creamy/warm. Be forewarned, it contains uncooked egg whites, but if you’re in the mood for a walk on the wild side, why not give it a try?

SNOW PUDDING

  • 1 env. (1 tbsp.) unflavored gelatin (powdered, not those weird sheets)
  • 1/4 C cold water
  • 1 C boiling water
  • 1/2 C sugar
  • 1/2 C fresh lemon juice (must be fresh – don’t sweat a little pulp)
  • 1 t lemon rind (NOT THE WHITE PART. That makes a bitter taste)
  • 3 egg whites, stiffly beaten

Soften gelatin in 1/4 C of cold water for about 3 minutes. (In other words, dump the envelope of gelatin into the water)

Add boiling water, lemon juice and rind, and sugar. Stir until dissolved. I use a whisk.

Let sit for 2 minutes or so.

Strain to remove rind and seeds and anything else that’s floating around in there.

Cover and refrigerate until almost set.  This is critical. The gelatin should just barely hold its shape before slithering off the spoon.

In another bowl, beat the egg whites until stiff. No way around it. You need two bowls.

Whip the gelatin until fluffy.

Add the stiffly beaten egg whites to the fluffy gelatin and continue beating until stiff enough to hold its shape. Don’t fear the egg white! Just whip it all up.

Pour into individual glasses (or just leave it in the bowl if you prefer) and chill until firm.

Garnish with custard sauce below and/or raspberry sauce, strawberry sauce, crumbled ginger snaps (oh, yes) or fresh berries.

Soft custard (“Hahd sauce”)

  • 1 C milk combined with 1 C half & half (trust me, you want the fat)
  • 3 slightly beaten egg yolks (left over from snow pudding!)
  • 1/3 C sugar
  • 1/4 t salt
  • 1 t vanilla

In a saucepan, bring the milk/half & half mixture just to the boiling point. It should have a thin “skin” on top. (This is “scalded” milk.)

Remove the pan from the heat.

Whisk together eggs, sugar and salt in another bowl.

Slowly pour a little of the scalded milk into the egg mixture, stirring, then add the warm egg/milk mixture back into the scalded milk in the pan, stirring constantly. (Don’t ask me why, just do it this way.)

Cook over low heat (or in a double boiler if you have one. I don’t.) stirring constantly, until the custard begins to thicken and coats the back of a clean spoon (one you have not licked). Just barely boil it.

* * * If you overheat the custard it may “break,” and will look like it’s curdled. DON’T PANIC. Just take it off the heat and whisk it hard until it comes back together. No harm, no foul.

Once the custard is thickened to the consistency of a thick sauce, remove it from the heat, stir in vanilla and let it cool covered on the counter.

NOTE: Don’t refrigerate this custard unless it’ll be a couple of days before you serve it. Refrigeration tends to negatively affect the consistency. It’s fine to sit out on the counter for several hours as long as the weather’s not too hot.