I have the awesomest co-workers
Dec. 21st, 2010 09:46 am
Last weekend
omegabeth and I attended
dervishspin's "Snooty Foods" party. Challenged to come up with the snootiest, snobbiest, elitest, most exclusivest snotty food we could imagine, we invented arugula rugelach: arugula (and a little spinach), blended into a pesto with garlic, olive oil, walnuts and asiago cheese, and rolled up in little wedges of rugelach pastry made according to the King Arthur cookbook recipe.
Oh my heavens these things were good. A professional chef in attendance pronounced them the best dish he'd had in a long time, and begged us for the recipe. They disappeared faster than most everything else on the table.
A special shout-out goes to
coraline for coming up with the name and inspiring me to actually try to make these work!



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This is what happens when you try to make hamentaschen and don't pinch the sides tightly enough. Hamenteruption!
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Ellen brought home steaks last night, so we made steak au poivre. It was my first ever attempt at a flambé, and boy do I wish I had a picture of that.
Crush a big handful of peppercorns in a mortar and pestle. Roll the steaks in them so they're thoroughly coated. Melt a big hunk of butter in a saucepan on medium-high heat and sauté the steaks on both sides until nicely browned.
Pour in a few tablespoons of brandy or cognac, take the pan off the flame and light (preferably with a long-handled match, because we like you to stay out of the emergency room). Call the children in to the kitchen to admire and envy that Daddy gets to play with fire. Once the flames die down, remove the steaks to a plate, return the pan to the heat, add some cream and stock and cook down until it's nice and thick. Pour the sauce over the steaks and try not to swallow whole.
We served them with oven-roasted potatoes and holy smokes, they were good. Ellen ate them even though they were still pinkish-red inside, which is saying a lot.
This is how Friendly's strikes fear in the hearts of chain fast food restaurants everywhere.... the burger on a stick.
When Erika works the evening shift at the restaurant, she brings home the unused focaccia that they otherwise would have thrown out.
The loaves they make are, no joke, the size of serving platters. Last night she brought home six. Here are five of them, with my humble coffee cup for perspective.
It's very tasty bread! But there's, um, a lot of it. I think we see breakfast strata in our future. And possibly some kind of savory bread pudding.