Monthly Archive for January, 2011

Mushroom Strata

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to have people over more and unlike some others (ahem, exercise regularly, cut back on wine consumption during the week, etc. etc.), I’ve really stuck to this one. Sunday brunch has quickly become our favorite time to have friends over. People can bring their kids, dogs — everyone’s welcome. It’s a good day to just hang out, drink wine (again with the wine…), play Kinect and nosh all afternoon.

And the perfect dish for Sunday brunch is this mushroom strata. It’s quick to prepare, can be easily adapted and you can make it the night before, so all you have to do the morning of is pop it in the oven for an hour and Bob’s your uncle.

That leaves you plenty of time to get everything else ready, clean the house or…drink wine (is there a theme emerging here?).

Notes: In terms of timing, the longer it sits, the less eggy it is, so I actually prefer to cook the mushroom mixture the night before and put the strata together in the morning and let it sit for about 2-3 hours.

It would also be tasty with the addition of ground faux sausage to the mushroom mixture (Yves makes a really good one).

Mushroom Strata

Adapted from Real Simple

2 tablespoons butter or olive oil
1 onion, diced
10 ounces/6 cups cremini mushrooms, sliced
1 tablespoon chopped fresh herb such as thyme or sage (or 1 teaspoon dried)
1 cup nuts (walnuts, pecans and almonds are all good), roughly chopped
1 cup dried cranberries, chopped (apricots are nice too)
1 teaspoon salt
5 eggs
2 cups milk (you can use soy/almond/rice/cow)
1/8 teaspoon grated nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
Pepper
15-18 slices whole wheat bread (whole-grain/honey all work too)
1/4 pound Gruyère, grated (~3/4 cup)
1/4 pound provolone, grated (~3/4 cup)

Melt the butter in a large skillet on medium-high heat. Add the onions and cook for a few minutes, then add the mushrooms and the herb Cook until the mushrooms have softened, but still hold their shape, about 5 minutes. Stir in the nuts and cranberries, 1/2 teaspoon salt and pepper to taste and take off the heat.

In the meantime, lightly beat the eggs in a bowl and add the milk, nutmeg, cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon salt and pepper to taste.

Lightly coat a 9″ x 13″ inch baking dish with olive oil spray. Using about 5-6 slices, place a layer of bread in the pan to cover the bottom. Spread half of the mushroom mixture on top of the bread, then top with 1/3 the cheese (you can mix the cheese or do layers, whatever floats your boat). Repeat with another layer of bread, mushrooms and cheese. Top with the last layer of bread; press the bread down to compact the layers.

Pour the egg mixture over the bread and top with the remaining cheese. Cover and refrigerate for minimum one hour or overnight. Preheat the oven to 350ºF/180ºC and bake for one hour, uncovered (if the cheese on top gets too brown, cover with aluminum foil).

Field Trip: Babycakes Bakery

The other day I had a few minutes to kill, so I decided to drop into Babycakes for a cupcake (or three). For those of you who haven’t heard of Babycakes Bakery, it’s all the rage (according to GOOP, Martha and well, now, me). It’s run by this sassy, adorable woman name Erin McKenna (who I might have a little bit of a girl crush on, especially when she sasses Martha — I mean, no one sasses Martha…and lives…).

Babycakes is a vegan bakery that makes yummy desserts free from common allergens like wheat, gluten, dairy, casein and eggs. The shop is down on the Lower East Side at 248 Broome Street and manages to exude a warm cozy bakery feel while still maintaining that LES hipster vibe. And they serve Stumptown Coffee, which makes me very happy.

Unfortunately, they were out of doughnuts, which I’ve heard are delicious, but I snagged a couple spelt red velvet cupcakes and one spelt/agave carrot cupcake. Both were excellent — I really liked the spiciness of the not-too-sweet carrot cake and the frosting was nice and rich despite being butter-free. The red velvet cupcake was really moist and again, the butter-free frosting was a marvel. So creamy…shocking. Alas, they didn’t have any yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting, which is my go-to cupcake (the gold standard being those from Magnolia and/or Buttercup bakeries…and in case you’re wondering, I asked once (like an idiot) and was informed that the chocolate frosting has TWICE as much butter as the vanilla. Gulp.).

Kinda makes me think investing in this may not be such a bad idea. My arteries (and thighs) will thank me for being so considerate.

The Minimalist: Gone But Not Forgotten

Yesterday marked the final column from The Minimalist (also known as Mark Bittman) in the NY Times. Bittman’s column has long been a source of inspiration for me. He’s so good at breaking things down and simplifying the cooking process (and has a small kitchen like most of us New Yorkers). I like his style, and I love that many of his favorite recipes came about through his travels. And, of course, we have him to thank for this and this.

I was particularly interested in this bit:

My growing conviction that the meat-heavy American diet and our increasing dependence on prepared and processed foods is detrimental not only to our personal health but to that of the planet has had an impact on my life and on that of the column.

That’s a strong statement, and I couldn’t agree more. I’m really looking forward to reading his op-ed columns in the coming weeks. I’m also happy to hear he’ll still be sharing recipes in the Sunday Magazine section.

As Bitty would say, “¡Tengo muchisimo hambre!” Can’t wait to dig into whatever he’s serving up next.

A Quiet Snowy Walk

After I picked G up from school yesterday, he fell asleep in the stroller, so I rushed home to pick up Loo and get him walked before the hombrecito woke up.

The snow was coming down fast and I saw exactly five people, two dogs and one (other) stroller.

We all greeted each other.

And they say New Yorkers aren’t friendly. Bah.

It was so quiet. I could hardly believe the three of us were on an island with 2,000,000 other people.

The Medialuna

Oh, the medialuna. The quintessential factura (pastry) of Argentina. It’s essentially a croissant (which you can get sweet or not sweet), but really, it’s so much more. When we first arrived in Buenos Aires, I tried a few medialunas here and there and just wasn’t really feeling it. There were so many other pastries that seemed to be calling my name. But I guess I was just not eating the right ones.

It took my friend, Jerry, to point me in the right direction. To a random grocery store of all places. Supermercado Coral at Jorge L. Borges 1868, to be exact (thanks, Julia!) And that is where I really fell in love with medialunas. Buttery. Light yet dense at the same time. Sweet but not too sweet.  The store was also on the way to my son’s jardin, so I passed it not once, not twice, but *four* times on a daily basis. And we all know my willpower when it comes to anything dough/bread related is only so strong (as in: not strong at all), so I inevitably stopped in, well, pretty much on a daily basis.

There are a few other places people swear by*, but I’m sticking to my supermercado medialunas. And if you’re in Buenos Aires (or planning a trip there), don’t miss out. Trust.

On a whim, I just did a quick Google search for medialunas in NYC and discovered a little colony of panaderias out in Queens.  Rio de la Plata and La Nueva Bakery (which looks to be a mix of Argentine and other South American foods) both look promising.  This is good news. Panaderias…in the tri-state area! OK, they’re waaay out in Queens, but I may just have to make a trek out there to see if we can’t find a little piece of Buenos Aires in New York City.

I’d love to hear about your favorite medialuna — in Buenos Aires or anywhere else for that matter. Let us know where we can get our butter/sugar/dough fix the world over. Consider it community service.

* Domani, Salguero 3000: in the words of my friend Nadia, this is an “unfashionable” family-style pizzeria in Palermo; but their secret is that they bake the medialunas in the pizza oven. They are delish; a bit sweeter and softer than the ones from the supermercado. They apparently supply some pretty posh restaurants with their medialunas and are up-and-coming.

Croque Madame is a small chain of three French-style patisseries (there’s one in the Museo de Arte Decorativo). While we’re not 100% sure they make they’re own medialunas, they seem to be homemade. Fresh and doughy, but a bit lighter and softer than the Domani ones.

Some people believe that the only place to get a really proper medialuna is at the five-star Recoleta hotels where they have highly trained pastry chefs, such as the Hyatt Palacio Duhau or the Four Seasons, but we all know it’s someone’s grandma who is really doing it right.