A Lighter Eggplant Parmesan

Traditional eggplant parmesan can be as heavy as lead. The eggplant pieces get breaded and fried, then are layered in a casserole with an overload of cheese. We had a lighter version last month at Il Terrazzo Carmine, as described in this post. Julian decided to try and reproduce the recipe at Casa Sammamish.

He started by slicing the eggplant very thinly, then briefly shallow-frying the slices until tender. He put the slices on a half sheet pan in a single layer. He layered sauce and cheese atop the eggplant and baked it. It wasn’t exactly what we had last month, but the dish was a lot less leaden than the usual eggplant parmesan.

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Very Upscale Italian

My former roommate texted me yesterday to let me know that Joe’s in Ithaca was closing. I’d mentioned this restaurant in a previous post about family-style Italian restaurants. As it happened, Julian made reservations for an Italian restaurant in Pioneer Square prior to our symphony concert.

The restaurant was Il Terrazzo Carmine. This is definitely not of the family-style Italian genre. As a matter of fact, it was quite upscale. Outdoor dining with chandeliers is definitely not Joe’s. The restaurant is housed in a rather nondescript building on the border of Pioneer Square and the International District. We didn’t recognize the front entrance, but found the back way in from the terrace.

For an appetizer, we split an order of eggplant parmigiana. However, this was not the usual breaded, heavy version. The eggplant was silky, as if it were sliced on a mandoline and cooked very briefly. It was napped with fresh tomato sauce and topped with mozzarella. Julian had risotto with Dungeness crab and I had venison ravioli as mains. The ravioli was topped with a mushroom veal reduction that was umami city. The risotto wasn’t as soupy as some versions can be. We had no room for dessert, but no matter. It wasn’t inexpensive, but impressive. Service was excellent. Per Julian’s suggestion, I give it 3.5 meatballs on a 0-4 scale.

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Saturday Mornings in the Library

Saturday is the one day of the week that I can be lazy. Monday through Friday I leave home before 6 for work. Sunday there’s church. So on Saturdays I’ll make an omelet for breakfast with a large pot of tea. I often stay in my bathrobe until after Julian takes his shower. And I often browse the cookbook collection.

Part of the Library.

When you have a collection approaching 600 books (but who’s counting?), there’s ample browsing to be had. Sometimes I look at newer volumes, other times I pick out books I haven’t looked at in a while. The question of what to make for dinner is never far from my mind.

Yesterday’s volume to review was Dorie Greenspan’s Baking Chez Moi. I made her Basque Macarons a couple of years ago. I found a recipe for Alsatian Christmas bread that might be worth making later in the year. It’s gluten-free and egg-free, which would be ideal for our crew. The recipe is mostly dried fruit bound together with almond flour. It’s been bookmarked.

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Potluck Weekend

We had two potlucks to attend this weekend. The first was a memorial celebration for a friend who died on New Year’s Eve. Julian handled that potluck by making Boston baked beans. He used the time-honored recipe from Durgin Park (of blessed memory). He’s been making this recipe in his ceramic bean pot for longer than I’ve known him. The beans were well accepted. One friend decided she needed to buy a ceramic bean pot just to make this recipe. (It can be made in a Le Creuset or another large pot, honest.)

Today’s potluck was at our condo complex. Julian told me, “I signed you up for dessert”. This meant one thing: The One True Cobbler®. I stopped at Yakima Fruit Market on my way to church to pick up the peaches. I made the full recipe in a 13″ x 9″ pan. The neighbors enjoyed it. Even better, we have some left over so I don’t have to make another pan for Julian’s benefit.

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Gilding the Lily

Long-time readers of this humble little blog know about The One True Cobbler® (accept no substitutes). Last night Julian suggested a variation on the recipe: Using mango as part of the fruit filling. We had a mango that I’d forgotten to incorporate into a curry. The ratio of mango to peach was about 1:1. I also used a little ground ginger as the seasoning. The mango was quite ripe; as a result, it turned into mush during baking. No matter, Julian approved of this gemisch.

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Lightning

Seattle doesn’t get much violent weather. Tornadoes are rare and hurricanes are non-existent. Tonight we’re getting a hellacious thunderstorm. The University of Washington football game is on weather delay due to the storm. To add insult to injury, the power’s out at the stadium. We’re currently getting the storm here. With luck, we won’t have a power outage.

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Safety Always

I was the blood-borne pathogens safety officer for my department when I was teaching in North Carolina. I was responsible for keeping students, faculty, and staff safe from sharp objects and body fluids used in our research studies. As part of my duties, I went on “toe patrol” in the labs to make sure students were wearing closed-toe, closed heel shoes. In my current position, I work with physicians and nurses to assure the safety of patients undergoing heart and vascular surgeries.

Unfortunately, my career focus on safety doesn’t always extend to my home kitchen. Last night I was roasting some eggplant and peppers for a gathering of the usual Friday Night Follies crowd. The eggplant was taking longer to soften than I’d hoped. I inadvertently touched the top of the oven opening with my right arm, leaving a small first-degree burn. Then I accidentally knocked a knife off the counter. The blade caught the side of my sandal-clad foot, leaving a small cut that bled profusely. I stood, stork-like, trying to stop the bleeding until Julian came and bandaged me up.

A few recommendations based on sad experience:

  • Pay attention. Don’t be distracted by other things. Focus on the task.
  • Respect the knives. Make sure the handles aren’t hanging off the edge of the counter to keep you from bumping them on the floor.
  • Respect your fingers. Keep the ones on your non-dominant hand curled under as you chop vegetables. Be careful hand-washing your knives.
  • And maybe wear shoes in the kitchen.

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A Night at Book Larder

Every large city needs a decent cookbook store. New York has Kitchen Arts and Letters and Bonnie Slotnick Books (both extolled in this post). Portland has Powell’s Books for Home and Garden on Hawthorne Street. Vancouver had Barbara-Jo’s Books to Cooks, now of blessed memory (see last paragraph of this post). Seattle has the Book Larder. I confess that I haven’t frequented this store very often, as it’s in the Fremont neighborhood. As any long-time Seattle resident will tell you, I-5 presents a formidable barrier. There are limited streets that go over or under this road. And since Fremont is hipster central, parking can be problematic. Nevertheless, I’ve been to Fremont three times in the last month courtesy of Book Larder.

The first time was for a Book Larder- sponsored pretzel-making class at Sea Wolf Bakers. Our friend Bruce had signed up for this class, but he had to go out of town and asked me to go in his stead. It was great fun to fling flour in a real bakery. I want one of their steam-injected ovens, even though one would take up most of our garage. I took home pretzels, pretzel dough, a Sea Wolf Towel, and other baked goods.

Pretzel rolls. A little over-risen, but tasty.

The second time we went over on a Sunday afternoon to shop and for me to sign up for a book talk. Julian got this book, which appeals to his perfectionist side.

I got these three books. I’ve already made the red lentil and butternut squash soup out of the first book.

Melissa Clark writes regularly for The New York Times food section.

Last Wednesday I attended the book talk. The author, Judith Dern, is an acquaintance of mine. Her book is part of a series on the history of food and drink in various cities. The store was packed with fellow foodies. We’ll definitely visit the store more frequently, parking places permitting.

A potential bus commute book.

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In Search of Pasta Fazool

Julian’s father had a stock response when we’d ask him what was for dinner: “Pasta fazool.” He wasn’t particularly fond of the soup, he just liked saying its name. There was also an Olive Garden just outside his condo complex. This was a frequent dining destination when we’d visit them, as Julian’s stepmother was not an adventurous eater.

One hole in Seattle’s dining scene is non-chain, white-tablecloth Italian restaurants. These were special-occasion places when I was growing up. Oswego has Vona’s and Canale’s, which sit a block away from each other. Each has their proponents. Ithaca has Joe’s, which has gone through several iterations since I was an undergrad. Syracuse has Grimaldi’s and several others.

The closest thing we have to one of these restaurants in our neighborhood is Grazie. There’s a second outpost near Sea-Tac Airport, which I didn’t realize until I checked the website. We go there a few times a year, and were last there two weeks ago. It has the usual pasta, parmigiana, and veal dishes. I’ve never seen pasta fazool on the menu, though. Service is good. We got a very obsequious waiter on our latest visit. He did recommend crab cannelloni for Julian, which was excellent. I had the bolognese, which was also good. We wound up taking leftovers home.

The other gaping hole in Seattle’s cuisine is Jewish delis. I’ve already bemoaned that in this post. According to this article from Seattle Met, this may be changing. Unfortunately, none of them are near our usual stomping grounds.

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Sunday Brunch with Otters

This morning I looked out the living room window and saw four otters on the river. They were enjoying a fine brunch of what I assumed were crawfish. I must have watched the quartet dive and surface for 15 minutes before they swam to the far shore in search of more food.

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