Each Little World

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My favorite Irish food

Though many restaurants, taverns and families serve corned beef and cabbage in a nod to St. Patrick's Day, I am not one of them. A nice piece of salmon or trout is my preferred main dish to celebrate my Irish heritage. If I am feeling fancy, I start the meal with a small bowl of potato watercress soup. If I am feeling lazy, the soup is the main course, with a salad on the side. And that's just what we had for dinner this last week. 

I don't follow a recipe for this soup. It's by guess and by golly as I go along: salute chopped onions in butter, add peeled and roughly chopped Yukon gold or similar potatoes. Simmer in broth until the potatoes are fork tender. I use commercial vegetable or chicken broth. I put the liquid and half the veggies in the Cuisinart, along with a handful of watercress leaves, and give it a whirl. You can make an entirely smooth soup if you prefer, but I keep half the potatoes and onions in pieces in the liquid, because Mark is a fan of chunky soup. (DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN AUTO CORRECT TURNS SAUTE INTO SALUTE AND THE BLOGGER NEVER NOTICES IT! Saute those onions. No need to stand at attention. Thanks to my sweet husband who always reads my posts and just noticed this glitch.)

The veggies and thick soup make this a great winter comfort food — but the watercress gives it a vibrant taste of Spring. Should I want to go all out and all Irish, I have Darina Allen's cookbook, "A Year at Ballymaloe" on my bookshelf for inspiration and recipes! Ballymaloe's restaurant, cooking school and garden (below) brought respect and international prestige to Irish cuisine. They put out a number of cookbooks, all of them worth a look. 

Fiber Friday

The two galleries in Nancy Nicholas Hall on the UW-Madison campus were filled with visitors last Sunday afternoon. Despite the cold temperatures, everyone came out to enjoy the beautiful textiles on display before the next storm hit. I snapped these two images because I was charmed by the ideas they encapsulated and thought they might inspire other party givers.

Given that the event was a ribbon cutting ceremony for the opening of the new Lynn Mecklenburg Textile Gallery, the table with hors d'oeuvres and desserts was decorated with spools of fiber appropriate to celebrate the weaver whose memory we were honoring. 

And many of the foods were fiber-licious: Candy cotton, French Silk (chocolate pie), Red Velvet Cake and Brownie Buttons (chocolate cookies that looked like big buttons with four holes in the center where one would stitch a real button). As clever as they were delicious. 

Happy 2019!

I'm hopeful that political changes on the state and national level may lead to some positive forward momentum this coming year. To get that momentum started, we're noshing and drinking coffee with all of our friends from the EVP coffeeshop where we gather every Saturday morning. 

Since the shop is closed for today's holiday, we're hosting the group at our house for the 9th year in a row. We think it's the perfect way to start our year. Hope you are off to a good start as well!

Merry Christmas to us!

It was a chilly, grey day on Wednesday when Mark and I went downtown to sign our wills and a "durable power of attorney for financial management" document. Mark and I figured out that the first time the two of us sat down and started to talk about getting a will was 12 years ago. Every time the subject came up, it always seemed too confusing and frustrating so we kept putting it off.

But Mark's A-fib event in April and some sudden serious health issues among close friends finally spurred us to do it. I have to say it is a wonderful feeling to know that it's all done and witnessed and signed, along with our health care power of attorney documents. We don't have to wonder and worry about those aspects of our future any longer. It's a lovely Christmas gift to each other.

To celebrate finally getting this big step out of the way, we took advantage of being on State Street and lunched at the wonderful Himal Chuli. Mark had Cauli, our favorite variation of Takari, aka "fresh vegetables stewed with turmeric, coriander, cumin, fresh garlic and ginger." Cauli features cauliflower, carrots and peas.

But this time I opted for the combination platter (above and below): Two meat-filled momos with a tomato coriander sauce (right), one samosa, roti (bread) and a cup of dal (soup). Samosas are veggie pastries filled with onions, potatoes and peas in a blend of Nepali herbs. They're served with yogurt sauce.

Himal Chuli was the first Nepali restaurant in the country when it opened in the 1980s. Today it is a stalwart of State Street. And there is nowhere with food as comforting or an atmosphere more welcoming, especially on a cold winter day. 

Lunch was followed by shopping at The Soap Opera, a stop to check out some of the new art books at the downtown public library and a visit to MMoCA. The Joel Shapiro bronzes were stunning and may be the largest sculptures I've ever seen inside a museum. Our last stop was a visit with good ol' Frida.

Kahlo's painting, "Pitahayas," is part of the museum's permanent collection and we've seen it many times over the years. In MMoCA's former State St. iteration, I loved the room at the top of the stairs that typically showcased work from their permanent collection. I would always make a point of seeing what was on display and visiting favorite pieces like "Pitahayas" while they were out to be enjoyed. 

This time, "Pitahayas," was on the 2nd floor of the museum, outside the main gallery featuring Shapir's sculptures. It was all alone in a small darkened room with a staff member keeping vigil. Somehow this special showing didn't feel right. Kahlo never struck me as an artist who wanted her work to be enshrined in a darkened room like icons from a dead saint. Still, it was a treat to visit it again. A lovely end to a memorable day.    

Recent Reads: One for the holidays

When I first became aware of blogs in the early 2000s, all the bloggers I followed lived in the United Kingdom. They were bakers and gardeners and knitters and cooks and above all, readers of books. It's on those blogs that I discovered so many books and authors that were new to me and have since become favorites. It's also where I found Persephone Books which I've written about so many times that I made it a category on my blog

I still read many of those blogs, though not as often. But every time I visit I learn about a new book that I want to read. My latest discovery is "The Christmas Chronicles: Notes, stories and essential recipes for midwinter" by Nigel Slater. Slater is described as an "award-winning author, journalist and television presenter." He's also written a food column for the Observer, a UK newspaper, for 25 years. I knew his name but that's about all. I had not come across this book locally and thus took a chance and ordered it sight unseen. I could not be more pleased with the result of my leap of faith as I found the book to be much richer than its title implies.

The book does not have a dust jacket; instead there's a nice fabric cover with gold and a ribbon page marker. There are lots of food photos as well as holiday store windows, Christmas trees, Advent calendars and the like. The pages are bright white with type that's easy to read and recipes printed in a size that is useful — though the measurements are all metric. There's an index in the back so you can easily find a recipe but no table of contents.

Instead the book opens with a generous introductory essay and then offers a daily dose from November 1st until February 2nd aka Candlemas Day. That was always a church-going occasion when we were growing up. But now the recipe for "Lemon, orange and basil ice" and Slater's description of a snowy morning in Japan are of much more interest to me. Since Slater was generally unknown to me, I looked him up online and discovered that he also has a lovely garden behind his house. A dreamy garden (below) to say the least, if you are an Anglophile like me. 

I found Slater to be a witty, opinionated, knowledgeable and amusing writer. He describes looking at bare trees in winter "when they are at their most peaceful . . . like watching a loved one asleep." Or how about this: "The flavors of winter come at us like paper-wrapped presents in a Christmas stocking." And then he goes on for half a page enumerating those flavors and fragrances. Each evening I sit in front of my fire and read that day's entry. I'm not sure if I will ever make any of Slater's recipes but the text is evocative enough to satisfy my needs. 

Nigel Slater portrait by 4th Estate; the other photos are from Wiki

Since  we''re already at the end of November, you will have missed reading a third of the book if you follow along day-by-day the way I am. But then just think of all that you will have to enjoy next November when you pull it off the shelf and open it again. Reading this could easily become an annual holiday tradition. 

NOTE: Since I bought this book in September, I have seen it in the holiday listings of a number of independent bookstores. So I would first check with your favorite local bookstore before you go online.   

Cold weather means time to cook

Cold and snow mean only one thing to me and that is cooking. It's the perfect time to try new recipes. Last night we made Ina Garten's Sautéed Shredded Brussels Sprouts. Since we were enjoying a nice meal together we didn't take any photos. The recipe and a video of Ina making this dish can be found here. The sprouts were tasty and the quickest, easiest way I've ever prepared them. I've done a shredded Brussels sprouts slaw now and then, but Mark announced this version was his favorite out of all the ways we've had this veggie over the years. 

We also made Ina's Tuscan Roasted Potatoes and Lemon for the second time in a week or so. This image and copy of the recipe below are all I could find online. We decided that her cooking time was longer than needed in this recipe. Thirty to forty minutes was what we did. The potatoes were crisp on the outside and meltingly smooth on the inside. The flavor was subtle; just a whisper of lemon and rosemary. 

I'm a big fan of Garten but I don't slavishly follow her lead. My rule when cooking most Ina Garten recipes is to cut back on the fats and salt. She is way too liberal with both for my taste and health. Otherwise they're perfect and perfectly delicious.

Wordless Wednesday

The first day of 2018

The guests have departed, the dishes are done and the hosts are drowsing by the fire. Another lovely New Year's spent with friends from our local EVP coffee shop sharing smoked salmon, lox, bagels and bubbly at our house to get the year off to the best possible start.

For once, we actually took a few photos so I can remember what we ate and how I managed to squeeze that much food onto our kitchen counters!

Wednesday vignette

On our way up to Stout's Island Lodge in July, we stopped in Eau Claire at Caradori Pottery. We first discovered David Caradori at the old Cambridge Pottery Festival. We bought our first pieces of his work at the festival and later made stops at his shop in Eau Claire and also visited his home to see his personal pottery collection. 

Caradori's a fan of Japanese tea bowls and has worked with the esteemed Japanese potter, M. Kusakabe, so he and Mark immediately hit it off. These are sake containers made by Caradori which we brought home from our stop at his shop. Their lids turn into little cups for drinking. Perfect for an autumn afternoon in our Tea House.

We usually sit on cushions on the floor when we're in the Tea House. The Yanagi butterfly stool is as much a sculpture as seat and we rarely actually use it. Mostly just enjoy its crisp lines contrasted with the rough stucco walls.