Showing posts with label soups. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soups. Show all posts

Friday, November 9, 2012

Gratitude, #LetsLunch

Seafood Chowder. Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books
 This year, my teen daughter started high school and is taking an American Government class. For this news junkie mom, morning rides to school have become all about prepping her for class discussions on the hot topics of the day. With prompts from NPR's Morning Edition hosts Steve and Renee, we've covered the presidential election, the Libyan consulate attack, assorted economic indicators, you name it, all in the 15 minute drive from home to school. By the time we get in the car, I've had two cups of coffee and I find myself going on a bit, so much so that when we pull up at the school I want to tell her to stay in the car, I have one more thing I need to tell her before class. (Not that I get chance - she's already slinging her book bag over her shoulder and telling me "goodbye.")

When we talk about the news, I try to bring it home in some way that relates to her life. Some events are easier than others. Last week, as Hurricane Sandy tore up the Eastern Seaboard, leaving destruction and mayhem in its path, we listened to the news reports of the impact of the storms - on the election and the economy, and I asked her if she could predict what the residents of New York, New Jersey and other northeastern states will face as the area recovers.

She knew the answer because we've experienced the same thing. In 2009, our area experienced devastating flooding, when what was called a 500-year flood event shut down the interstate that cuts through the county, wiping out bridges and roads, flooding homes and businesses. Seven people lost their lives in the floods, several by having the bad fortune of being on the roads in the early morning hours when the storms were at their worst.

As we listened to the morning news reports about Hurricane Sandy, we recounted what we knew about recovery from flooding - food, clean water and electricity will be needed. Roads and bridges will be cleared or closed and will take up to several years to repair. Schools will be closed, then reopened. Trees removed, houses and businesses pumped out, and slowly, slowly, slowly life will return to the ins and outs, ups and downs of everyday. Recovery isn't easy and it's certainly not as fast as everyone wants it to be.

As my family gathers around our Thanksgiving table in a couple weeks, and celebrates the American eucharist, we will take turns giving thanks and then say grace. This year, I'll be grateful for the family around the table, the roof over our heads, the comfort of the fire in the fireplace, and the feast on the table.

And morning drives to school.

Seafood Chowder. Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books

It's still a bit early for T-Day food, if you ask me, so until Thanksgiving arrives, I'll share a bit of New England with my seafood chowder recipe. (I know, I know, it's not a Manhattan style chowder, that would have been perfect.) When the rain clouds roll in and the winter winds start blowing, it's hard for me to take my mind off of soups and chowders. Like this seafood chowder, a hearty chill-chaser that will warm you from the inside out. The seafood can vary, but I always use a white fish like flounder as the base, the clams, and bay scallops when they're cheap. Shrimp are good, too, but it does change the character of the soup - shrimp can be the Bossy Pants of the soup bowl, delicious, of course, but not exactly a team player, if you know what I mean.

Seafood Chowder

5 slices bacon
2 medium onions
salt and pepper to taste
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 stalk celery, chopped into 1/2 inch dice
2 carrots, peeled and chopped into 1/2 inch dice
1 (15 oz.) can chicken broth
1 (8 oz.) bottle clam juice
3 (6 oz.) cans chopped clams
3 bay leaves
2 stems of fresh thyme
3 potatoes, peeled and diced 1/2 inch
1/2 to 1 pound of light, white fish, such as flounder, cut into 1-inch cubes
1/2 pound bay scallops
3-4 cups half and half

This is how I make it:

1. Start with a good size Dutch oven. I use my All-Clad stainless and put it on a medium heat. Take five or six slices of bacon, stacked and sliced in 1/4 inch lengths. Fry the bacon until crispy and the drain in paper towels, reserving the grease. Pour the grease into a separate metal container and measure out two tablespoonfuls back into the pan, still on medium heat.

2. Chop two medium-size onions and sizzle those in the bacon grease with the barest pinch of salt, if you must. Everything in this chowder has salt in it, so go easy. You can always adjust the seasonings at the end. After the onions are soft and bacony, add 3 minced cloves of garlic, and stir for just a minute. Chop one stalk of celery and 2 carrots and add to pot, cooking until soft.

3. Add one 15 oz. can of low sodium chicken broth, or water, plus one small bottle of clam juice. Open three cans of chopped clams (I prefer the chopped to minced, those remind me of cat food), and add to the soup, juice and all. Toss in three bay leaves and a bit of freshly ground pepper, perhaps a few thyme stems if the plant is near the kitchen door.

4. Peel three medium all-purpose potatoes and cut into 1/2-inch dice. Put these into the pot and let simmer away. When the potatoes are soft, add one pound of  flounder, chopped into 1-inch squares. You may also want to add sea scallops, if you have those, too. Shelled shrimp are nice. Let the seafood cook through, perhaps five minutes or so.

5.  Just before serving, add a staggering amount of half-n-half, perhaps three or four cups, warm up the soup, then adjust the seasoning. Be sure to remove the thyme stems and bay leaves. Serve this chowder with warm cheesy garlic bread, or just the little hexagonal soup crackers. This will restore your soul on a lousy day.

This post is part of #LetsLunch, a Twitter party on a different foodie topic each month. November's topic is gratitude. To follow along or become a part of the party, just follow #LetsLunch on Twitter or check out the #LetsLunch Facebook page. Here are the November #LetsLunch posts:


'Plumb’ cake from Lisa at Monday Morning Cooking Club
Pain au Levain from Rebecca at Grongar Blog
Seafood Chowder from Lucy at A Cook and Her Books
Cracked Black Pepper and Blue Cheese Crackers from Charissa at Zest Bakery
Gratitude Fried Rice from Linda at Spicebox Travels
A Thanksgiving tablecloth tradition from Lucy at In a Southern Kitche
Gratitude Soup from Rashda at Hot Curries and Cold Beer
Pumpkin Muffins with Cinnamon Sugar (gluten free) from Linda at Free Range Cookies
5 Minute Wonder Soup from Eleanor at Wokstar


 Text and images copyright 2012, Lucy Mercer.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

How I Spent My Summer Vacation & Learned to Love Chilled Soups

Almond soup with green grapes by Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books
Because my girls, ages 4 and 11, drive me crazy while we’re packing for a vacation, my husband and I have learned to pack on the sly and not reveal any plans until we are in the car. We tried this first a couple years ago for a trip to Disney World. We had crossed the Georgia-Florida line before they figured out where we were headed. I got away with the deceit again this year, with the girls having no idea we were leaving until the Saturday morning in June when we woke them up at 5 a.m., told them to get dressed and grab their loveys and blankies and pillows. We pointed the loaded-up minivan east on I-20 and evaded all questions regarding “where are we going?” and “when are we going to be there?”

When the signs outside of Columbia, South Carolina, started mentioning Charleston, my older daughter, Laura, dialed a clue. “Charleston, yay! I want to go to the beach!” My husband and I exchanged glances, but didn’t reveal the true vacation plans. Once in Charleston, we parked the minivan and ate at our favorite hometown restaurant, Jestine’s, home of some dandy fried chicken for me and crab cakes for my husband.

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Jestine's Kitchen in Charleston, South CArolina by Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books

Back in the car, we eased onto East Bay Street and Laura started looking for the hotel, which if you know Charleston, is kind of funny, because there are charming little inns on East Bay, but not the big kind of kid-friendly hotel with a beach Laura was thinking about. Down on East Bay, you can see the Carnival Fantasy cruise ship as it prepares for weekly Caribbean runs - I think it’s high time that Charleston is a cruise ship port - we all need another reason to visit and eat in this charming city.

We pointed out the ship to the girls and they noticed the show-off red and blue whale-tail /smokestack and the waterslide on the upper deck. “Doesn’t that look like fun,” we asked. “But where’s the hotel?” Laura replied. “Where’s the beach? C’mon, guys, where are we going?” It wasn’t until we pulled into the “Cruise Traffic” lane that Laura finally understood “We’re going on the boat!”
boat

There are only a few subjects more tiresome than listening to a post-mortem on someone else’s vacation (childbirth stories and the play-by-play for little Janey’s soccer match spring to mind.), so I’ll mention just say that I was kind of cranky when I boarded the boat. Maybe my blood sugar was low - the sweet tea boost from Jestine’s had worn off by late afternoon. My mood dramatically improved once I was fed. I’m easy - just give me starched linens, fresh-faced waiters and a menu without chicken fingers and hot dogs, and I’m content. With the ship pointed south towards the Caribbean, the menu included warm-weather selections such as cold soups. Gazpacho the first night was low-calorie, tart and satisfying. Laura chose the Orange Sory, which I’ve come to believe is just melted orange sherbet garnished with tapioca pearls. Naturally, it’s one of the best things she’s ever eaten. The next night, she chose strawberry bisque, which was like a grown-up smoothie - sweet and pink and creamy. The service for the chilled soup is part of the magic - a soup plate with a garnish in the center placed in front of the diner, then the waiter reaches over with a small pitcher of soup and pours into the plate, from 10 o’clock to 10 o’clock.

Since our return home, we've experimented with cold soups - I made chilled cherry soup, thickened with a cornstarch slurry. I have plans for a cantaloupe soup once the melons become stinky-ripe, just crying out for a blitz with lime and honey and a dash of chile pepper.

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Chilled almond soup with green grapes by Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books

The sweet soups are nice as a dessert course or a special treat for the girls, but for a starter, I like a savory chilled soup along the lines of almond soup. Sometimes called ajo blanco or white gazpacho, it’s simple and tasty, and no less kid-pleasing - Laura gobbled this serving down as soon as the picture was made. The traditional almond soup uses garlic, but I prefer the refreshing bite of shallots instead. This is light, unusual, vegan, satisfying.

Chilled Almond Soup

I use homemade vegetable broth, a snap to make and useful to have on hand.

Serves 2 soup bowls or 4 demitasse cups (very civilized)

¾ cup almonds, blanched preferred, but whole with skins ok

1 shallot

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil

¼ cup fresh bread crumbs

2 cups cold vegetable broth

Salt and pepper to taste

1 tablespoon sherry vinegar

Sliced almonds or green grapes for garnish

1. Toast the almonds in a skillet for a few minutes, remove from heat and let cool.

2. In a food processor, puree shallot, then add toasted almonds. Blitz until finely ground. Add olive oil and bread crumbs and process until combined. With the motor running, slowly pour in vegetable broth through the feed tube. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Finish with sherry vinegar.

3. Strain and serve in rimmed soup plates or demitasse cups.

I’ll end with a kid-pleasing cruise ship gimmick - towels folded into animal shapes. Each night, we returned to the cabin to find out what the cabin steward Igusti would create next: There were lobsters, manatees, crabs, swans, pigs and this. Dog or rabbit, you decide.

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Towel origami by Lucy Mercer/A Cook and Her Books
Text and images © 2010, Lucy Mercer.


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