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Springtime Chicken and Purple Carrot Stew PDF E-mail
Written by Launie Kettler   
Saturday, 26 April 2014 10:48


Hello April! The snow has finally disappeared from the roadside and sidewalks.


It's glorious.


And here's a little recipe that celebrates the flavor of spring, because man oh man. It's been a long winter. In fact, just after the last snow hit, we went to visit some friends in Burlington for appetizers and drinks. When we walked into their kitchen, I saw the most amazing things sitting next to the hummus. Purple carrots! What a wonderful thing to spot after the last snow shower of the winter.


I genuinely became overcome with emotion seeing those carrots, because they were so beautiful and everything else felt so dreary.


Our friends took pity on me, and gave me some carrots to take home with me. (Or maybe they thought that I'd become genuinely unhinged, and they gave me some to keep me calm. Tomato, tomahto.)


And I concocted this incredibly delicious stew with them. The aroma of this simple stew kept pulling me into the kitchen to “taste test” it for seasoning, even though I hadn't added anything in the meantime. Taste test, taste test, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.


Dilled Asparagus, Leek and Parmesan Tart PDF E-mail
Written by Launie Kettler   
Saturday, 12 April 2014 22:07


I had a friend over for dinner the other night, and I had the joy of turning her onto puff pastry. It was like Christmas morning when we were kids.


“Ooooh, it's so pretty!”


Yes, it was.


Puff pastry is magical because it can elevate the simplest ingredients into a full-on art presentation. Oh, and it takes little-to-no time to come together.


Magic, indeed.


It's great to keep in the freezer for nights when you want a gorgeous meal that's light on prep. Sometimes I make puff pastry dishes for myself when Jedd has band practice and I'm craving an indulgent dinner. And that was how this tart came about. While he was rocking in the Cave of Legends, I was sipping a crisp malbec and diving into this crispy and lemony asparagus tart. And best of all was the look on his face when I gave him half this tart at midnight with a side salad.


“I was NOT expecting this!”


Fried Pickles with Horseradish Habanero Dipping Sauce PDF E-mail
Written by Launie Kettler   
Sunday, 16 March 2014 20:22


A few years ago a group of us had a “fried dinner” party at a friend's house. Fried chicken, fried okra and fried pickles were served, along with copious amounts of beer and wine. Our friends are southern, and they know how to fry. And we all know how to drink beer. It was a most excellent dinner party.


As delicious as everything was, the fried pickles were a revelation. I'd never even heard of them, let alone tasted the wonder that is deep fried dills. I wanted to eat the whole batch myself.


I'm not a huge fryer myself. It's too much of a mess. But, every once in awhile – Lordy, Lordy – this woman craves a good fried pickle. And the joy of this recipe is that it gives you big taste, without a big mess. You don't need a gazillion tons of oil, like with fried chicken or even oven rings, so the house doesn't smell like a fryer for days.


Also, you can cater the spices in the batter to your taste. I like using a Cajun seasoning and seasoned salt. However, you could just use black pepper and Frank's hot sauce or whatever else you have kicking around in the spice drawer.


This is the kind of appetizer that can make a boring or bad day a little brighter. Because fried pickles are happy food.


Wine Braised Fennel PDF E-mail
Written by Launie Kettler   
Saturday, 15 March 2014 16:58


What's your current food obsession? Baking? Frying? Grilling? For me it's braising vegetables. But don't the word“vegetables” lead you to think this is a healthy dish, because it's not. It's filled with butter, wine and salty chicken broth.


In other words, it's decadent perfection.


This recipe works for leeks, parsnips, broccoli or celery – and those are just the vegetables that I've used over the last two weeks. I can't get enough of this dish. In theory, it's a side. But it's so simple to make, that on more than a few nights it's been my dinner with a big salad on the side.


Cabin Fever Flautas and Homemade Toothpicks PDF E-mail
Written by Launie & Jedd Kettler   
Thursday, 13 March 2014 17:45


Hoo boy. As much as I hate super hot weather in summer (a lot) and can generally tolerate cold weather, this winter is getting a little ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. From ice storms to a blizzard, we're ready for weather that doesn't involve long underwear.




(Note, it's March 13 and there have only been a couple of days above freezing this month – if that.)


And I think it's safe to assume that cabin fever has kicked in around our little kitchen. But yesterday, hubris did too – and it ended hilariously.


Because it was so cold and blustery and blizzard-ey yesterday, I was craving Mexican food – flautas in particular. I hadn't counted on that craving during the pre-bad-weather run to the grocery store, but I was feeling a little smug because I could make everything from scratch without needing to leave the apartment.


No cilantro or tomatoes for homemade salsa? Well that was just fine. I had one remaining bag of frozen cherry tomatoes in the freezer that I'd put up during the summer, and I had parsley in the fridge along with dried chilies in the cabinet. Boom. Problem solved.


No tortillas? Ha! That's not an issue for someone as super duper clever as this woman! I had flour and baking powder to make my own. Boom. Problem solved.


And then I remembered something horrible. Silly and small, but huge at the same time.


We were out of toothpicks to hold the flautas together while frying.


Nooooo! My dinner plans were ruined!


Then I started giggling. Giggles turned into guffaws. The whole thing just seemed so silly. Still laughing, I called Jedd and told him about my inflated sense of competence during a blizzard – and my undoing.


He didn't laugh at all. Sounding a little perplexed he said that was no problem – he'd just whittle me some toothpicks when he got home.


He'd. Just. Whittle. Me. Some. Toothpicks. When. He. Got. Home.


Needless to say that undid me. I was crying with laughter.


But sure enough. Jedd whittled me some toothpicks - see his "recipe" below - and we had flautas for dinner.



I'm still not sure if the whole situation was as hilarious as it seemed at the time, or if I just REALLY needed to laugh. But after Jedd finished his small woodworking project, he got the giggles too.


Cabin fever is real, ya'll.

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