June 09, 2011

land of the free and home of the hamburger

Jetlag is no competition for a hamburger. I forced myself to stay up until almost 10pm (4am Zürich time) so that I could enjoy a hamburger, fresh off the grill and covered in good old Heinz ketchup. It was delicious. Granted in the face of severe sleepiness and the fact that it was my eighth meal of the day I could only eat about three bites, but those three bites were full of the flavors of an American summer. In truth the corn salad with red onion and avocado and the cherry-laced green salad were almost better than the burger. I love corn salad. I wonder if I'll see corn in the Swiss markets, for some reason I don't think so. 

One thing I hope I never see in Zürich are these crazy hot and humid days. It is 98 today. 98 freaking degrees and with 130% humidity. The minute I stepped off the plane yesterday, in my sweater and jeans, I was overwhelmed by the  heat. Absolutely miserable. Put me on the beach, next to the breaking waves, and I'd be happy, but it doesn't look like that is on the agenda this trip - some trips to the steamy hot city and lovely toasty New Haven yes, but the ocean, no. The ocean will have to wait for another trip, of which I might be making many this summer based on my current visa situation. I have used up 47 of the 90 days that I am allowed to be in Switzerland from April until September, so until my spouse visa comes through (application isn't even in yet and it takes 8-10 weeks to get) I will have to ration my time in Switzerland. 
That's Molly at the door. When she's outside she wants to come inside and when she's inside she want's to go out. She's always the one that rings the bell to go out and the one to scratch the door to come in. Ellie, sitting on the wall behind her just sits quietly and waits for us to answer Molly's calls. I wish we could have dogs in Zürich, but it would really limit our ability to travel on the weekends. 
My mom asked what she should put in the salad, and I think I said strawberries, but she heard cherries, or perhaps she is so enamored with my cherry pie that she has cherries on the mind, but anyway she bought cherries and so into the salad they went. "ooo ooo ooo a squirel!" thinks Molly...meanwhile I'm thinking "mmm mmm mmm bbq'd chicken"
Zach if you are reading this, I hope it inspires you to go out and buy a grill this weekend! Think of all the hamburgers we could make! If you buy a grill, I'll bring back cheddar cheese in my suitcase. 
I never think to grill shrimp, but once we have our grill (hint hint Zach) I'm going to grill shrimp a couple times a week. They were marinated with lemon juice and a cesar-ish dressing - scrumptious! Is it weird that I like shrimp, but hate lobster? I know, a New Englander who hates lobster! I just really don't like the texture. Shrimp are so little and bite size and I think it might be something about the scale of lobster that I don't like. Now that I type this I don't even know when the last time I tried lobster. Maybe when I'm at the beach later this summer I'll buy a lobster, smoother it in butter, and give it another try. Or perhaps I'll try a lobster roll, people seem to love those...
The party lights from our engagement party last september are still up! Last night was the inaugural lighting of the summer season. 

So I've had the good old American hamburger and now I have my eyes/stomach set on some Mexican and some sushi! 

June 07, 2011

bicicleta

Cheers to the bicicleta, my new favorite drink (that is the official name of my new favorite cocktail - campari and white wine)! This is just a simple little post to say adios for a few days. I'm heading back to the states bright and early tomorrow morning and I didn't quite have my wits about me today to cook, photograph, blog, and clean and organize and then cook some more. So today a pretty photo of a pretty cocktail will have to do! I'm looking forward to a few days at home to celebrate a bestie's birthday and to gather with my high school friends for our 10year (!!!) reunion. I'm not actually sure why I put exclamation points in there...high school definitely feels like it was 10 years ago, if not much much longer. Think of everything that has happened since high school - jeez. I feel like I've known my college girlfriends forever and to think it's only been ten years...and then there was the three year architecture school vacuum, which really felt like thirty years and then of course there is Zach, who I met in high school, but didn't start dating until Yale. Now I'm married, living in Zürich and chatting to you all, my imaginary friends.

cheers to change!

ps. any book recommendations for me to download for the 9 hr flight tomorrow? I've learned not to count on good movies. I mean that is a 4 movie flight. Any recommendations are very much appreciated - fiction preferred and don't be shy about sending beach reads...beach reads and flight reads are one in the same! there is no shame. Zach will tell you that I read the trashiest stuff (eclipse, shopaholic, nanny diaries....etc) when on the beach...or even in the dead of winter in my pjs.

June 06, 2011

cherry tree

We have basil and mint growing in a planter that is perched on the window ledge of our third floor apartment, and a bit of parsley struggling for sun on the terrace off of our bedroom, so aside from mint for mojitos and basil for salads we have to buy all of our produce. I dream of the day when we can get up from our farm style breakfast/lunch/dinner table, which is cluttered with newspapers and coffee cups, and wander out into the orchard of fruit trees and pick our own breakfast. Imagine. I'd like the table to be inside, but with enormous doors that open up on to the patio that is bursting with herbs and flowers. I'll put my New Yorker down or the memoir I'm reading (currently Blood, Bones & Butter) and meander, barefoot, among the apple, cherry, plum trees and reach for a cherry, eat the flesh and spit the seed on the grass. Perhaps there will be a little diaper clad red head wandering and wobbling behind me, with cherry juice dripping from her chin. Deep in fantasy land, Zach asked about a view of the beach, and I agreed that the ocean should be visible in the distance, past the fruit trees and the hayfields...ooo and the wine vineyards. A girl can dream...right?

Well how about a little garden shack, with a view of lake Zürich and the Alps beyond, with a cherry tree sagging with the weight of hundreds of bunches of peach and red colored cherries. It's not a dream, it's not fantasy land, that place exists! So remember when we went to the garden for a bbq, well that same garden has a cherry tree that is absolutely bursting with fruit. We must have stood under the tree for a good twenty minutes, reveling in the absolutely amazingness of a cherry tree in the city, and reaching up, pulling a few cherries at a time, eating the flesh and spitting out the seeds. We followed our cherry appetizer with sausage, corn salad and lemon tart, and of course a lot of white wine, all from the French part of Switzerland. I'm a lover of all things carbonated and I swear that the wine tastes like it has a touch of bubbles in it. It's heavenly. So heavenly that when Zach and I were in Lausanne last week for the day we bought an entire case!

So as you can see this post is about a cherry pie that I made this past weekend. Jacque, the owner of the cherry tree, invited me up to pick as many cherries as I could carry because he was heading out of town and they would soon be past their prime. I wandered up to his garden on Friday, hopped the locked fence (eek), and picked enough cherries to fill two large zip-lock bags. I contemplated all sorts of cherry desserts and even cherry flavored dinners, but Zach really wanted a cherry pie and how can a girl say no to a request for a simply sweet cherry pie?
I'm not a cherry expert, but I believe, based on taste and a bit of google-image research, that these are sour cherries. They taste slightly sweet and tart and didn't seem to have as much flesh as the cherries I'm use to, but that's probably because the cherries I'm use to are hyped up on pesticides and growth hormones.
We had a lazy, but wonderful, weekend at home this weekend. We have been jumping all over the place recently and it was nice just to settle in and enjoy a quite day. Saturday morning we wandered around town looking for a grill and then we had a light lunch out on the terrace and shortly after that I began my cherry pie prep. I've never made pie before so I didn't really know what to expect, but it was fun to make and with friends come over for dinner, a fun dessert for a summer dinner party. Maybe in my application for a garden I will send them this post and go on and on about Alice Waters and her farm-to-table principles. I will say that all of the food we grow will go towards dinners with friends, hosted on the weekends, at our apartment, with the stain glass windows flung open and an endless flow of my new favorite cocktail - campari and white wine with an orange wedge. Mmm sounds lovely....I should do that anyway...with food we buy at the grocery store, that is grown on a farm...somewhere...
To make cherry pie, you have to pit cherries. Thankfully I found a cherry pitter, otherwise I think I would have gone batty. That was a lot of cherries, almost two and half pounds.
I think Zach gets his love of pies from his dad. Dave, his dad, does not limit his pie intake to desert on a summer evening, no, he eats it for breakfast if it's available. I think Dave's ideal meal might be ginger cake and a slice of pie with perhaps some grilled salmon for dessert, if he has room. I've always been intimidated by pies, but it was actually quite easy to make.

cherry pie recipe from Bon Appétit, June 2008 www.epicurious.com
crust:
- 2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
- 1 tbsp sugar
- 3/4 tsp salt
- 1 cup butter
- 5 tbsp ice water

filling:
- 1 cup + 1 tbsp sugar
- 3 tbsp corn starch (for thickening)
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 5 cups whole pitted cherries, about 2lbs with pit
- 1 tsp fresh lemon juice
- 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
- 2 tbsp unsalted butter
- 1 tbsp milk

for crust:
whisk flour, sugar, salt in a large bowl. Add butter and rub with your fingers until small pea-sized clumps form. Add the 5 tbsp of water and mix with a fork until the dough holds together when pressed between fingers. If it is not holding then add a bit more water. Gather dough together, divide in half and form a ball and then flatten to a disk with each half. Place in a plastic bag and let rest in the refrigerator for at least 30 mins.

for filling:
Preheat oven to 425F. While dough is cooling, mix your sugar, cornstarch and salt in a medium bowl and add your cherries lemon juice and vanilla.

Roll out one of the dough balls on a well floured surface with a well floured rolling pin. Roll until it is roughly 12" in diameter. Place the dough into your 9" pie dish and trim the edges so that the dough only overhangs by 1/2". Pour your cherry mixture into the dough lined pie dish, mounding slightly in center. Dot the cherries with butter. Roll out the second dough ball into a 12" round. With a knife of a pastry wheel cut 3/4" strips. Arrange this strips on top of the cherries by simply overlapping or by weaving, trim to 1/2". Fold the dough from the bottom crust up and over the edges of the lattice, pressing with your finger tips to seal the dough. Brush the lattice, not the edges, with milk and sprinkle with sugar.

Place pie on a rimmed baking sheet (incase it gurgles and drips) and bake for 15 minutes. Lower the heat to 325 and bake until the filling is bubbling and the crust is golden brown. If the edges are burning to quickly you can cover them with foil. Should be about another 1hr of baking time. Remove pie and let it cool. Serve with vanilla ice cream!
I've gotten in the habit of opening as many windows as possible. The big stain glass windows that open by the dinning room table are the best. I love that there aren't any screens. It really makes the apartment feel open. Granted a bird could fly in at any minute, but that's party of the fun I guess.

The crazy thing about the above photo is that I took it at roughly 9 or 9:30 on Saturday night. It has been staying so light so late here, it's incredible. Our little dinner party was fun. I love when Zach's laughs. Thankfully he laughs a lot!
The dinner party was a huge success, thanks in part to the case of wine and the scrumptious pie. I'm often hesitant to have people over. I'm the type who stresses over the meal (we had chicken marbella, orange cous cous, green beans and salad) and worries about things too much, but this time I just went with the flow, had a campari-wine spritzer and cooked easy/quick food and enjoyed every minute of it. I am always so impressed by people who, generally on a whim, invite a slew of people together and throw together an amazing little food fest. I have to remember that guests are happy just to be out and socializing and aren't worried about the fact that you don't have cushions on half of your dinning room chairs (need to get on that) or that the green beans are slightly cold. Here's to having more dinner parties in the future!

June 02, 2011

crackers, churches & cheese

Healthy. That isn't a word that has occurred to me much while we have been living in Switzerland. It's not that we don't want to be healthy, it just that I actually don't think we need to think about it here, it's automatic. The produce is fresh and pesticide free (stay away from those stray cucumbers and tomatoes though), we walk absolutely everywhere, and we rarely eat out, preferring to cook and eat together at home. Those things make for a pretty healthy lifestyle, however, there is the stray trip to Rome where you eat absolutely everything insight and give in to your inner bread demon and eat as much pasta as you can possibly consume in three days. Not so healthy. We did walk, but jeeez I think we would have had to walk to the tip of the boot and back to work of all of that carbonara and bucatini with pan fried prosciutto.

In an effort to regain some composure in the face of pasta and wean the bread demon just a little bit (let's not kid ourselves I live for bread and probably always will) I decided to make a healthy snack. These nut biscotti/crackers are delicious, satisfying, and certainly help to calm any cravings I might be having to consume the entire loaf of bread that is sitting in my kitchen. I found the recipe on 101cookbooks, a site I visit for inspiration of all sorts, and after searching for biscotti and contemplating an almond chocolate biscotti recipe I saw this recipe for nut + seed biscotti and immediately knew I had to make them. I think they are the only thing I've baked that I haven't put any butter into. None, not even to grease the pan. They do have sugar in them, but I even think you could replace the sugar with honey if you wanted. They taste good plain, or with cheese and I imagine they would be the perfect accompaniment to a cobb or waldorf salad.
The post earlier this week on Rome highlighted the cities bold and bright street-scapes, which were good company to the focaccia photos. This post is more about some of my favorite places - Sant'Ivo alla Sapienza, the Pantheon and the Tempietto. I could walk into the Pantheon everyday for the rest of my life and still be completely captivated by the spherical space under the dome. Similarly, I am not a religious person, but if I lived in Rome I would go to mass every Sunday at Sant'Ivo.
Sant'Ivo also holds a lot of peaceful-happy memories for me. I focused on three churches for my final project and Sant'Ivo was one of them. I spent an entire two hour mass staring at the dome, drawing the undulating shells of the ceiling and contemplating the awesomeness of Borromini.
My parents, aware of how that month in Rome meant to me and how much I loved Sant'Ivo, commissioned my professor, Alec Purves, to paint the church for me as a wedding gift. There really aren't words for how much I love this painting and how much it means to me. What a wonderful reminder of my month in Rome and also of the power of painting. Thinking about breaking out my pencils and watercolors again soon.
It started raining as I was making my way to the Pantheon for my first of what would be four visits, and I pretty much started running in the hopes that I wouldn't miss the rain that I was sure was pouring through the oculus. Unfortunately it wasn't raining quite hard enough to really see or experience the showers in the building and they also rope of the center space just under the oculus, presumably so people don't slip on the wet floor.
Taking pictures inside the pantheon proved to be a challenge. The photos from the point and shoot weren't crisp and the color was weird and then the photos from my dslr don't show enough of the space because I had the wrong lens with me. Just a reason to go back again soon I guess.

So the recipe for the crackers. I adapted it from 101cookbooks, but the bones are very much the same and unaltered.
- 1 1/3 whole wheat flour (Heidi calls for white whole wheat flour, but I didn't have that)
- 1 cup lightly toasted hazelnuts (you can toast all the nuts at the same time)
- 1/3 cup lightly toasted pecans
- 1/3 cup light toasted pistachios
- 1/3 cup nut and seed assortment - pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, flaxseeds. I bought a premixed bag from the grocery store and just used that instead of spending a fortune on a bag of each of those types of seeds
- 1/3 cup raisins - my personal touch
- 1/2 tsp sea salt
- 2 large eggs
-2/3 cup natural cane sugar, fine grain
- 1/4 cup olive oil

Heat the oven to 300F and prepare your 1lb loaf pan by lining it with parchment paper or greasing it with butter if you don't have parchment.

In a medium sized bowl mix the flour, salt and nuts. In a larger bowl whisk together the eggs and sugar until well combined. Add the flour mix to the egg mix and stir with a wooden spoon until combined. The dough will be stiff and tough to work with, but that is good. Spoon the dough into the loaf pan and pat down and smooth out. To ensure there aren't any air bubbles in the dough using your fingers to push down on the dough. Bake the loaf for 40-50 minutes (I had to bake mine for more like 60-70 minutes). You really want the loaf to be completely cooked otherwise you will have a difficult time slicing it. Remove the loaf from the oven and turn the oven up to 425.

Remove the loaf from the pan immediately. Turn upside down and with a serrated knife being to cut 1/4 slices. If your loaf is completely cooked this should be easy, if it is falling apart, put the loaf back int the oven until done. Place the slices on a baking sheet, as many as will fit, and brush lightly with olive oil. Place the sheet in the oven and bake for 4 minutes, then remove the pan, flip the crakers, brush the other side with oil and stick in the oven for another 4 minutes or until lightly toasted in color.

Top with goat cheese and honey or boursin and strawberries and eat away!
We spent one morning with the drawing class at the Tempietto. They were having a watercolor workshop with Tim Clark and we just sat there and soaked it all in.
This was the first time I had been inside the Tempietto and it was interesting to see. The interior was much plainer than I expected, but I loved the simplicity of the painted dome.
Mhmm...churches and cheese! What a wonderful combination.
This photo is funky, but I like it. The trees, that are just outside our apartment, really make our dinning room table a wonderful spot to sit in the summer. We can open all of the windows and it almost feels like you are on a porch and not inside.

The weather here is still a bit questionable, dark clouds threatening rain will be followed by a quick burst of sun and then it's back to imminent rain again. I hope you have better weather where you are and that you have fun plans for the weekend! Anyone have any fun cooking projects lined up? I'd love some inspiration for some weekend meals.