I hate grocery store and chain restaurant salsa, with its chunks of tomato and green pepper swimming in tomato-flavored water. Here in Tucson a local restaurant called El Charro makes its own salsa, thick, smooth, and … even though the main ingredient is tomato … not tomatoey. I love it and have been attempting to duplicate it at home. This is the closest I’ve come to date. I think it’s very, very close.
- 2 (14 oz) cans diced fire roasted tomatoes
- 1 (4oz.) can diced green chiles
- 1 jalapeño, diced (include seeds for extra heat, remove seeds for less)
- 2 1/2 tbsp lime juice
- 1 small onion, chopped
- 1 cup fresh cilantro, chopped
- 3 cloves garlic, chopped
- 1 tbsp vinegar
- 1 tsp chili powder
- 1 pinch dried red pepper flakes
- 1 tsp powdered cumin
- 1/2 tsp dried oregano
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 tbsp sugar
Combine all ingredients in a blender or food processor and pulse until the salsa is smooth and thick, as in the photo. Pour into a container, cover, and refrigerate.
I included the liquid from the tomato and chile cans, and the salsa is plenty thick. You can drain the liquid from the cans first if you like it thicker. I seeded the jalapeño in deference to Ditalini’s tastes; you can leave the seeds in for a hotter salsa. The pinch of red pepper flakes is optional (I put them in when Ditalini wasn’t looking). I used regular old McCormack chili powder for this batch, but next time I may try chipotle chili powder instead for a smokier flavor.
Pull your own weight. We come to cook, not just to eat.
Last night we tried something different. At earlier meetings, members prepared their assigned parts of the meal at home. Once we gathered at the host’s house we sat right down to eat.
Ditalini and I hosted this meeting, and we decided we’d have everyone come empty-handed, then prepare a meal together with ingredients we’d purchased ahead of time, with members chipping in later to cover the cost.
Our community project was paella. We assigned roles: one member prepped and cleaned the seafood, another prepped the veggies, another cut up the chicken, sausage, and pork, another browned the meat, another made the sofrito to mix with the rice, and so on. It took us an hour, plus the 25 minutes the paella baked in the oven. The kitchen was a madhouse. We had a ball.
Anitra & Ditalini browning chicken
Manzo & Houskový assembling the paella
We used a paella recipe from the Spanish food volume of the old Time-Life Cookbooks from the 1970s. It was heavy on seafood (lobster, shrimp, clams, mussels) and meat (chicken, pork, linguica sausage).
Paella in the oven
The finished paella
We welcomed a new member to the cooking club last night, Recto Alpaso, and put him right to work cutting the linguica.
Houskový Knedlík, Manzo Spezzatino, Anitra Spezzatino, Magret de Canard, new member Recto Alpaso, Ditalini deMenthe
Dilalini wanted to make a Spanish dessert, and flan was the obvious choice. She did a fabulous job of it, especially for a first effort: we’ll definitely do this again.
Flan à la Ditalini
Magret de Canard thoughtfully brought along Brazilian finger food (actually a dessert, but we ate them as appetizers), a treat from her younger days in São Paulo. The Portuguese name for these slices of cheese with guava paste on top is goiabada, popularly called Romeos & Juliets. As you can see, we had already made a dent in them by the time I remembered to take a photo.
Magret’s Romeos & Juliets
The idea of getting together in one kitchen to prepare dinner together was a great success, and we’re going to do it again at our next meeting in a couple of months. I’m not sure we’ve settled on exactly what it is we’re going to cook together, but Magret is hosting, so we know it’ll be great!
You may notice blank spots where photos used to be on some of the older recipes here at Crouton’s Kitchen. Over the years we uploaded a lot of cooking and food photos to the server our blog lives on, and we were running out of space. This morning I moved those photos from our server to Flickr, where we have plenty of storage. As I find time, I’ll fill the blanks with Flickr-hosted photos. Dilalini and I are sorry for the inconvenience, but we promise it’s just temporary.
Update (3/1/15): The photos are back, as promised. Who loves ya, baby?
Yesterday Ditalini and her Aunt Radicchio made three pounds of gnocchi and a big pot of sauce.
Gnocchi (from Ditalini’s family recipe)
When it comes to rolling and shaping gnocchi, there’s some twist of the wrist thing I never quite mastered, but Aunt Radicchio, now the matriarch of Ditalini’s Italian-American family, passed the secret on to Ditalini, who passed it on to our daughter Escargot, ensuring that proper gnocchi will continue to be prepared and served on these shores for many years to come.
Italian meat sauce (from Ditalini’s family recipe)
Ditalini’s family, the della Fagiolis, makes sauce with two kinds of meat. Here at Château deMenthe we normally use ground beef and Italian sausage. Aunt Radicchio was in charge of yesterday’s sauce, which she prepared with a browned, medium sized chuck roast and hot Italian sausage. In compliance with family tradition we removed the meat from the finished sauce and served it on the side after tossing the gnocchi in sauce and adding some Italian parsley for looks.
Ready to serve, with the roast & sausages on the side
Does that look good? You’d better say yes!
Crouton dusted off his braised beef short ribs recipe for yesterday’s dinner. This is the one where the ribs cook in a 200°F oven for 11 hours, a recipe he originally learned from Poulet en Crote’s son, a professional chef. Appropriately, Poulet was one of Crouton and Ditalini’s guests.
The honored dinner guest was Radicchio della Fagioli, Ditalini’s aunt, the matriarch of the Italian side of the family (and the woman who taught Ditalini how to make gnochhi). Also joining the deMenthes were the Burgoos, Legume and Lambchop, friends who recently moved here from California.
Crouton prepped the short ribs Saturday afternoon, browning them and preparing the beef stock and wine liquid to braise them in, then refrigerating the lot overnight. At 6:30AM Sunday he poured the liquid over the ribs and put them in the oven. They came out at 5:30PM, while he was preparing the new potatoes and sautéeing the green beans. The actual work? About an hour. The oven did the rest.
A great dinner? Check. A great evening with friends? Check. What else does anyone need?
Ditalini recently learned how to make Scotch eggs, the popular pub appetizer. While we were in Las Vegas with our family for Thanksgiving, she walked daughter-in-law Truffle and grandson Pesce through the process.
- 6 hard boiled eggs, peeled
- 1 lb Jimmy Dean’s hot sausage
- bread crumbs
Cut the sausage in 1″ patties, then flatten each patty on your hand with your other hand. Holding the flattened patty in one hand, place an egg in the middle and wrap the patty around it, pinching the edges together. Roll the covered egg in bread crumbs and set aside on waxed paper.
Truffle wrapping an egg
Finishing the wrapping
Rolling the egg in bread crumbs
Pesce takes a whack at it
Using an electric deep fryer or oil heated in a pot, immerse each egg in hot oil for 3 1/2 minutes, then remove, drain, and place aside on paper towels.
Cut the deep fried eggs in half lengthwise. If the sausage is browned through, they are done. If the sausage is still pink inside, place those eggs in a preheated 350° oven for a few minutes until done.
Serve with hot mustard or honey mustard. Scotch eggs are sometimes served with pickles, pickled onions, and cheese.
It’s a lot easier to buy a six-pack of hard boiled, peeled eggs at the supermarket than it is to do it at home. You may want to experiment with dipping mustards to find one to your own taste.
It’s been an annual tradition for several years now: Osso Bucco, our friend from Las Vegas, comes down to visit during my birthday week (his birthday is a week from now, so we celebrate together) and we all go over to Poulet en Crote’s house for a gala dinner.
This year Ditalini prepared three appetizer platters to go with Poulet’s dinner. Eventually I’ll get around to adding recipes and directions for some of these appetizers, but for now I’ll just torment you by sharing photos:
Ditalini’s Scotch eggs
Ditalini’s cheese tray with prosciutto-wrapped asparagus spears
Ditalini’s buffalo mozzarella with tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing, with Kalamata olives
The last photo is Poulet’s dinner buffet. As with all of these photos, you can click on it to view the full sized original on Flickr. The Italian meat sauce, by the way, was from the recipe that appears here on Crouton’s Kitchen.
Poulet en Crote’s dinner buffet: pasta w/Italian meat sauce, baked carrots, garlic bread, Brussels sprouts w/bacon, Romaine lettuce, corn pudding, cheddar biscuits
Since Poulet’s colorful baked carrots were hiding behind the flowers, I took a separate photo.
Poulet’s baked carrots
Oh, and there were two kinds of birthday cake afterward, Poulet’s own chocolate cake and a carrot cake from the local Safeway.
There were six of us at the dinner and we didn’t eat more than a third of the bountiful feast. What was left over went home with us or to Poulet’s grandchildren.
Dilalini and I have opened the comments again, which means you can weigh in on recipes and posts here at Crouton’s Kitchen without having to register and log in.
We started requiring commenters to register and log in a few years ago after comment spammers discovered our little cooking blog. That got rid of the spammers, but it discouraged discussion and ideas. We installed some anti-spam plugins, which we hope will fend off most of the comment spam. If any gets through, we’ll manually delete it.
We don’t yet know how effective these plugins are. There’s a possibility they might block some of your comments, especially if you write about things like discount sunglasses or male enhancement products. Stay away from subjects like that and you should be fine!
Our grandson Pesce stayed with us during the last part of June, joined on the 2nd of July by his parents, Baguette and Truffle, and his Aunt Escargot, our daughter. Escargot’s boyfriend Manzo Bistecca rolled in on the 3rd, and we were all together … save for our granddaughter Biscotto, who was stuck in Seattle … for the 4th of July.
Sadly, the Glorious Fourth has come and gone and Ditalini are alone again, but while the gang was here, such cooking!
Not Gazpacho w/antipasto tray
Escargot, Truffle, Baguette, Pesce, Ditalini
Chooks on the spit
Slow braised short ribs
Escargot, Manzo, Crouton, Truffle, Ditalini
Most of the recipes are already up here at Crouton’s Kitchen.
The deMenthe pets are always happy when company comes, because they inevitably talk guests into giving them treats.
Ubriaco the auxiliary dog
Peloso the horrible old cat
Mortadella the princess
Well, you know what they say … the family who cooks together eats together. Or something like that!
If it looks wrong, go with your gut.
Our second cooking club dinner was last night. The theme was Italian, using recipes from the cookbooks of celebrity chef Mario Batali. Ditalini and I were in charge of the antipasto; Magret de Canard, our host, prepared the main dish; Manzo & Anitra Spezzatino brought the salad; Tiburón & Camarón Ceviche prepared a vegetable side dish. Houskový Knedlík was in charge of dessert but couldn’t come, so we raided Magret’s stash of gelato.
It was a terrific dinner. By the time I remembered to take a photo of our antipasto tray there was nothing left, but I did manage to get shots of the other dishes before they disappeared:
Verdura in Scapece
Arista alla Porchetta
Arista alla Porchetta
Concia di Zucchine
Yes, I know my food photography wasn’t the best last night, but at least this gives you the idea.
Dinner was molto Italiano, not just the food but the company and conversation: we talked and talked and talked some more and didn’t get up from the table for at least two hours. It was a great success … except for the Ceviches’ Concia de Zucchine, or marinated zucchini … which wasn’t their fault. It was Mario Batali himself who ruined that dish!
The recipe for Concia de Zucchini (which you can see on the left side of my plate in the fourth photo, above) comes from a Mario Batali cookbook titled Molto Italiano, and appears on page 447. The zucchini is sliced thinly, made crispy by frying, then marinated and served at room temperature. The marinade, according to Batali’s recipe (and at least four of us looked at it afterward to verify the amounts and ingredients), is made with minced garlic, two teaspoons of red pepper flakes, a cup of fresh basil, two tablespoons of kosher salt, two tablespoons of ground black pepper, and a quarter cup of red wine vinegar.
Two tablespoons of salt? You could brine a 20-pound turkey with that much salt! Even if the recipe mistakenly called for tablespoons instead of teaspoons, that still would have been way way too much salt.
Tiburón thought the measurements were way off when he prepared the dish, but decided to trust the famous chef (like, how many of us have multiple cookbooks in print, never mind our own TV shows?). He worried about it all the way over to Magret’s, and told us repeatedly beforehand he thought it would be too salty to eat. Sure enough, it was.
Something in Batali’s recipe is wrong, and it’s not just the salt … the red and black pepper are way out of proportion too. Afterward Tiburón said he should have gone with his gut.
Hence the Second Rule of Cooking Club: If it looks wrong, go with your gut.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen gross errors in cookbooks … including Julia Child’s classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking, which omits an important step in preparing her famous Boeuf Bourguignon recipe.
Well, live and learn. I probably would have trusted Mario Batali’s recipe too. Gee, I wonder if he’ll confiscate our tips if we point out the error on his Facebook page?