Something in the air

Spaghetti Squash

By Sierra French Myerson

Ah, Southern Cali.  We might not have the turning of the leaves or a first frost, but I swear, we do have Fall.  The seasonal shift is ever so slight, but it is there.  We get it right at the end of September. 

Just as the days are getting shorter, the magical Santa Ana winds start up.  They bring us that fresh air that the rest of the country so fondly relates to as fall.  The gusts clear out the smog and bring us our version of a pure autumnal smell.  Oh, I love that smell.

Slice Lengthwise.

Then, we, Angelenos, get to babble on as though we are New Englanders…We talk about how stoked we are for fall…How we can’t wait for boots and sweaters...And, winter squash and roaring fires.  The atmospheric aroma changes the days for us.

Scrape the seeds.

And, subsequently, it gets absurdly hot again. Then, Halloween arrives. Every Booby McGee (sorry Ms. Joplin) in the town is ret to go and it, rightfully, becomes “cold” for the night.  Nipples at full mast.  (I'm not going to lie, I’ve been known to do a little cleavage dance on All Hallow’s Eve, but for purely satirical and ironic reasons…I swear.)  Cut to November, and it gets super hot again.  Summer hot.

Brush with oil. S & P.

Perhaps we have a harder time transitioning between the seasons because the fall temperatures still lend themselves to peaches and snap peas, but that smell in the air is beckoning our taste buds towards the gourds and root vegetables that are taking over the farmer's tables at the markets?  We’re trapped in a schizophrenic season / food transitional period.  Stuck in the middle.  While we're still seeing the red of the tomatoes, new shades of crimson, known as apples, are simultaneously resting at the vendor’s stands.  Not quite ready for slow cooked stews and apple pies, we are primed to move on from hot weather produce delights.

Fork out the strands.

Ultimately, the winds return bringing with them that natural air-perfume. Our Southern California hallmark of fall.  Even if it is 80 something degrees outside, when the Santa Ana's blow back in for Thanksgiving, that “smell” always magically arrives just in time. And, we get our season.

Spaghetti Squash in Sage Browned Butter

*This is the perfect transitional winter squash dish for me.  It makes me feel cozy and ready for the colder season, but it is still light enough to weather the heat that actually still exists outside.  You can roast the squash whole, or cut it in half as I do.  There is no right or wrong when making the decision.  It mostly depends on whether you have a knife that is sharp enough to easily slice the spaghetti squash without hurting yourself.

What you’ll need:

• 1 Spaghetti Squash (3-4 lbs)

• Olive oil for brushing (if cooking halved)

• Course salt and freshly ground pepper

• 3 Tbs. unsalted butter

• 3 - 4 sage leaves, roughly chopped

• A good grating of parmesan or pecorino cheese

Directions:

Preheat oven to 400.

Carefully slice spaghetti squash in half lengthwise.  Scrape out the seeds.  Brush with olive oil.  Sprinkle with salt and pepper.  Place squash cut side up on a rimmed baking sheet.  Bake for 45 minutes or until fork tender.  If roasting whole, prick squash in several places.  Allow an extra 15 to 30 minutes cooking time until it is soft to the touch.

Remove squash from oven.  Let cool for about 10 minutes until easy to handle.  Meanwhile, heat a small heavy bottomed sauté pan over medium heat.  Add the butter.  Once butter is melting, add chopped sage leaves.  Allow the butter to cook until it turns a rich brown and has a nutty aroma.  Watch it carefully.  Be sure not to burn the butter.  Once done, set off of heat.

When squash has cooled, scrape the flesh out with a fork into long strands.  Place in a bowl or platter.  Toss with the browned butter.  Season with salt and pepper.  Sprinkle with grated parmesan or pecorino.

Makes 4 - 6 servings as a side dish.  Or, 2 - 3 as a vegetarian main dish.

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A Change of Season

Sneaky

By Steph Farrar

It's November, and I'm talking about tomatoes. Probably because they're still damn good here in California. Maybe even more because I can't officially let go of summer without posting this delicious recipe. Daylight savings ends tomorrow, meaning less daylight (obviously) and (sadly) citrus. Fortunately the change of season is coupled with more knee-high boots and leggings, cozy sweaters and scarves. 

It's strange how effortless time is passing lately. Even though I'm sad to see it pass, I'm also on the heels of a very stressful time in my life: Sam was gone on tour for months and is finally back; I've packed and moved from our home of ten years, while living with in-laws and commuting an hour each way to the city for school and work; I've finished a pitch package for an exciting new project while third trimester pregnant, chasing around a four-year-old; And, finally I've landed in November, where all the haze is defrosting from my strained eyes. November is my favorite month. My birthday month. Home.

Sans-Mizer Rye Flour Dough

We've had a strange sense of home the last two months, one that is slightly reminiscent of touring over 6 years ago… living out of a suitcase. Although I'm not sharing a janky hotel room with three other guys in a band, It's still difficult living unsettled.

Little Hands at Work

Vesper helped me with a crust that sits right on top of the tomato mixture here… rolling it out beautifully on her grandmother's kitchen island like a baker. My trusty Kitchenaid mixer is in storage so I decided to brave hand-kneeding the dough. It was a cinch. The rye crustrecipe was a first for me and I don't regret it. This lovely tarte tatin is the last thing I'll be making in Pearly's kitchen while we've lived here in Malibu. Wanna know why??

Now that's a disk.

It's official… we found a new house!!!! I can't wait to cook, photograph and eat in our new bright kitchen. I can't wait to hang with our friends who live in the area.  I can't wait for you to come over, and join us for a drink (even though I can't really drink, but soon enough). For now, I'll have a Dill Cucumber Spritzer, you have a Moscow Mule.

Use two onions for more flavor

So as we say goodbye to summer, even though it's been officially over for almost two weeks, whip up any remaining tomatoes for this treat either as a hefty side dish or light main dish. I added basil and ricotta, and mixed in a little lemon and balsamic vinegar for more flavor, but you could add more onion and garlic, different herbs, another kind of cheese… even sautéed vegetables if you like.

Variegated and regular basils

My favorite food blog, as it may be for many of you, is 101 cookbooks. I'm inspired not only by her photographs but by her vegetarian recipes, warm tone and curated sense of style and taste. I've bought several staples from her pop-up shop Quitokeeto, attempted to copy nearly all her recipes over the years, and simply indulged in a love affair with all things 101. This tarte tatin and accompanying rye crust are some of my favorites from her recipe box. If you have a well-used cast iron skillet, use it instead of a casserole deep dish or non-stick skillet. 

Put the pie crust right on top!

Make sure you let it cool so when you cut it, so it somewhat stays in tact. Enjoy!

Tomato Tarte Tatin with Rye Crust

adapted directly from 101 cookbooks

Ingredients:

• 2 medium yellow onions, chopped

• 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil or clarified butter

• 1 1/2 pounds / 24 oz small tomatoes (here it's a mix of heirloom, cherry & early girls)

• 1/2 teaspoon fine grain sea salt

• 2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar

• 1 tbsp flour (or more for watery tomatoes)

• zest of one lemon

• 1 pie crust, this rye crust, Heidi recommends

• 1 egg whisked with a tablespoon of water

 Directions:

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees

Heat a large skillet over medium heat to saute the onions and a couple pinches of salt in the oil/clarified butter. Cook, stirring regularly, until the onions are caramelized, 15-20 minutes. Remove from heat.

While the onions are cooking, cut any larger tomatoes in half. Leave the small cherry tomatoes whole. Add to the caramelized onions along with the sea salt and balsamic vinegar. Transfer to a 10 or 11-inch cast iron skillet or equivalent deep pie dish. If you get the sense that your tomatoes are quite juicy, and might release a lot of liquid, you can toss the mixture with a tablespoon or two of flour at this point. Sprinkle mixture with lemon zest.

Roll out your pie dough, and use it to cover the tomato mixture - tucking in the sides a bit. Brush the crust with the egg wash, cut a few decorative slits in the crust, and bake in the top third of the oven until the crust is deeply golden and the tomatoes are bubbling a bit at the sides, 25 - 35 minutes.

Serves 6-8.

Summertime Whiskey Ribs

By Steph Farrar

I try to never make the same mistake twice; a mistake like not preparing enough baby-back ribs during a summertime BBQ. A week ago, I went overboard, making six racks for ten people. Needless to say, we had leftovers, and no one was disappointed.

My recent rib obsession started back on Adina, where we used to live and cook, plan and party, eat and entertain; it was at Adina that I tried to perfect these ribs. In a relatively small kitchen with an oven sans vent, dwindling counter space and a crappy old grill... I managed to get it right. However, in this Malibu kitchen, food just tastes better. It's either the sunset, the crisp open air, or the endless space... I'm still undecided.

A while back, Sierra and I craved summertime dinner with our best friend Ari and my hubs Sam. What better napkin-tied-to-your-neck meal than Whisky Ribs with potato salad and butter leaf, radish, snap pea greens? Prefaced by either (or both) a Lemon Shandy or a Mint Julep?

No better.

Ribs and a Meat Tenderizer to Crush Ice

Simple Syrup

There's nothing quite as satisfying for me as breaking bread with friends and family. Although, there was no bread on the table, we made do. A close second would be listening to the new Haimrecord, but that's beside the point. Except, you should totally go and buy it now. And third would be drinking an entire bottle of '89 Far Niente Cabernet, meaning I would no longer be pregnant, growing steadily larger by the minute.

Back to the ribs.

"French" Potato Salad Ingredients

Summer Radishes

I'm from Tennessee, as you probably know by now. A rack of ribs is not far from my taste-buds' cravings... usually plated next to a rich, mayonnaise-heavy potato salad and cole slaw, slow-cooked bacon baked beans and buttery cornbread. But I now live in California. And after finding guilty pleasures in Almond Milk and Green Juice, I succumbed to the healthier potato salad option Sierra suggested, as well as a gorgeous butter lettuce salad with radishes, snap peas and ricotta salata... a perfect summer meal. Thank god I gave in, because I think I ate a whole rack that night... but who's counting?

Pretty Little Table

I truly wish I had written this recipe. If I were a liar, even a good liar, I would attempt to pass this off as my own. But, of course, it's not true. This recipe is one part of many attempts to find my way around a kitchen, to perfect a quiet evening with dearest friends, to learn from other great cooks like Sierra. Scott Hibb, who is fortunate enough to claim this recipe, has won several awards for them and rightly so. So give him a high-five if you ever meet him.

Ladies.

Gentlemen.

The trick to these ribs is slow-baking them at 300 degrees in the oven for about 2 1/2 hours before grilling them, all while making a spicy-sweet BBQ sauce from scratch. You're cooking the ribs anyway; you might as well make the sauce while you're waiting. Get a grill nice and hot once you take them out of the oven and let them rest for at least ten minutes before grilling.

Gas is fine; Charcoal is best.

Place them directly on the grill, basting them on each side for only about 3-4 minutes, without burning them too much. A little char adds insanely good flavor.

The steady hand

Don't forget to raise your glass and toast to a job well done, a meal well made, and a night well shared.

A toast... to a meal without bread

*all photos courtesy of the lovely Christopher Wray-Mccann

Summertime Whiskey Ribs

*adapted directly from Scott Hibb's Whiskey Ribs

Ingredients:

Recipe makes 4 servings (1/2 rack per person)

• 2 (2 pound) slabs baby back pork ribs

• 1 tbsp ground red chili pepper (cayenne)

• 2 1/4 tbsp vegetable oil

• 1/2 cup minced onion

• 1 1/2 cups water

• 1/2 cup tomato paste

• 1/2 cup white vinegar

• 1/2 cup brown sugar

• 2 1/2 tbsp honey

• 2 tbsp Worcestershire

• 2 tsp salt

• 1/4 tsp coarsely ground black pepper

• 1 1/4 tsp liquid smoke

• 2 tsp whiskey (I use Jack Daniels)

• 2 tsp garlic powder

• 1/4 tsp paprika

• 1/2 tsp onion powder

• 1 tbsp dark molasses

• 1/2 tbsp dark red chili powder (I use way more, cause I like these spicy)

Directions:

Preheat oven to 300 degree F (150 degrees C).

Cut each full rack of ribs in half, so that you have 4 half racks (or have butcher cut for you). Sprinkle salt and pepper (more pepper than salt), and 1 tablespoon chile pepper over meat (or more for added spice). Wrap each half rack in aluminum foil. I place the ribs on a baking sheet, since the drippings will burn through the foil, causing excess smoke in oven. Bake for 2 1/2 hours.

Meanwhile, heat oil in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Cook and stir the onions in oil for 5 minutes. Stir in water, tomato paste, vinegar, brown sugar, honey, and Worcestershire sauce. Season with 2 teaspoons salt, 1/4 teaspoon black pepper, liquid smoke, whiskey, garlic powder, paprika, onion powder, dark molasses, and 1/2 tablespoon ground chile pepper. Bring mixture to a boil, then reduce heat. Simmer for 1 1/4 hours, uncovered, or until sauce thickens. I tend to leave the sauce going until about 15 minutes before the ribs are done. Remove from heat, and set sauce aside.

Preheat an outdoor grill for high heat.

Remove the ribs from the oven, and let stand 10 minutes. Remove the racks from the foil, and place on the grill. Grill the ribs for 3 to 4 minutes on each side. Brush sauce on the ribs while they're grilling, just before you serve them (adding it too early will burn it).

Seance

Pearly's Malibu Salads

By Steph Farrar

I’m not a fan of words and insinuations like “luck” or “blessed” but if there were better choices to describe my new living situation, I would use them.

After a rushed sale and escrow from our beloved home in L.A., we are currently living with my in-laws, and I can’t help but feel a certain tinge of misdirected embarrassment coupled with absolute cozy wonder: something I didn’t quite expect when we made the choice to post up here in Malibu while we shop for a new roof over our heads. I feel snubbed by my own nose, turned up at living the good life in a Nantucket paradise, fed by an angelic woman who prides herself on taking care of family.

Random assortment for the grill

When I’m in Malibu at the Farrar’s home, I feel like I’ve been working the fields all day, sweating from picking strawberries, fingers bleeding from thorny roses. I only feel this way because I’m fed like I deserve it. I”m fed like a farmer whose crop is vibrant and productive, and whose hard manual labor merits a farm-to-table rainbow of flavor and color. Pearly (or Captain), as we call Sam’s mother, is the Masterchef of Sweetwater Mesa. She is den mother, head-of-household, gardener, seamstress, elegant hostess... the glue of the family. And I thank my stars she took to me so many years ago. Not just for the salads, but still...

That fine fine china

I lived my elementary years on Missionary Ridge in Chattanooga, TN, with a rope swing in my front yard hung directly next to a Civil War canon, which permanently rests just next to several sun-drenched blackberry bushes. The vine-canopied lunch spot next to a small (now) koi pond hovered over a concrete table with a matching Southern-style lazy-susan. I can still taste my mom’s award-winning (mainly in size) zucchini, corn and peppers brushed with homemade butter, served with filets from my grill-master father. That old stone house was built over two hundred years ago and is still as strong as any fortress I’ve ever seen. It was haunted too, as you can imagine. Just like the taste of the summer vegetables, I can still feel that friendly ghost in my closet.

Growing up with a sparse yet plentiful garden on a battlefield Ridge, I never thought a California beach town could ever produce such substance, such homely, good ‘ole times-like warmth, until I stumbled upon Pearly’s garden. I love that our little girl is just the right height to pick the hard-to-reach tomatoes, and that as she ruffles the leaves, that tomato scent I wish to bottle fills the air.

The walk

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I love the brisk walk to the end of the property where the large, protected grow boxes flaunt peppers, tomatoes, onions, lettuces, dozens of herbs for dinner: lamb chops and mashed potatoes, simple greens. Just beyond the scarecrow, her neighbors are making honey, boasting several large Warre harvest boxes, full of bees. Pearl’s garden is just beneath the hives, so you can imagine how her harvest fares.

Greens with red onion and cranberries, Caprese

After all these years, I discovered the thing I like best about Pearly’s salad: control. The way she plates a salad gives the grazer full control of what she wants and doesn’t want, and how she wants to dress it. I tend to use more lettuce than necessary in my salads. The good stuff always ends up at the bottom of the bowl. But Pearly places all the ingredients on a flat platter, including the lettuce. She lets you decide what you add to your plate and how you dress it. You’re the boss. Just greens and dressing? Great, have at it. Throw in some grilled bacon wrapped bananas, warm bread and cheese, and a gamut of marinated olives and gherkins, you’ve got yourself a Pearly lunch.

Let yourself feel lucky... and keep counting those blessings.

Just do it, don't ask questions

Pearly’s Malibu Salad #1

Ingredients:

• Nice handful arugula

• Small bunch of bitter greens

• Leaves of two mint stalks, chopped

• 6 oz sliced ham

• 6 oz sliced roasted turkey

• 2 plums, sliced

• 1 peach, sliced

• 6 oz sliced mozzarella cheese

• 2 large heirloom ttomatoes, sliced

• 1/2 red onion, chopped l

• eaves of two basil stalks, chopped

• 10 snap peas, chopped

• 1 stalk celery, chopped

• fresh warm crunchy bread

• 10 oz. jarlsberg cheese

• pickled onions

• tomato chutney

• olive oil

• white balsalmic vinegar

• salt and pepper

  Directions:

Layer the arugula, bitter greens and mint on a platter.

Roll ham and turkey, add to platter.

Place cut plums, peach, mozzarella, tomatoes and basil, red onion, peas, celery and carrots around the platter, creating a colorful array.

Serve sliced jarslburg with warm bread, chutney, onions... any salty addition you prefer.

Pile your favorites on a plate. Drizzle with oil and vinegar and season as you like.

Or don't. You're in control!

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Simple Green

By Sierra French Myerson

Fresh leafy lettuce.  Red wine vinegar.  Good olive oil.  These are a few of my favorite things. I mean, if I'm being totally straight, I'm a salad junkie.  I know, it's a cliche.  L.A. girl likes lettuce.  "I'll just have a salad and some water", says the lady to the waitress.

Red Leaf.

Seriously though, I'm crazy for the green crunchy stuff.  Still, let's be clear, unless it's arugula, mache or frisee, I'm talking about real lettuce.  The kind that can stand on it's own.  Red leaf, green leaf, romaine, red oak, green oak, butter, and gem lettuce.  None of these so-called "baby mixed greens".  I've noticed that these tend to be people's base for a throw-whatever-you-feel-like-into-it salad.  I can appreciate that there is a place for that somewhere, just not my somewhere.  But, don't get me wrong, I wholly respect and hold in high regard the chopped Italian salad, a shaved summer vegetable salad, the rustic Greek, the elegant Caprese, and the classic Cobb (among others).  Though, these, to me, are in an entree salad/side dish category all of their own.  Nonetheless, when it comes to salad greens, I'm totally comfortable being called a purist snob.

Butter Lettuce.

I suppose, I could give people the benefit of the doubt, and assume that they've probably only had the run-of-the-mill super market stuff.  So, in that case, by all means, load it up with peppers, nuts, berries, cheeses, carrots, meats, and thick creamy dressings.  You have to cover up the nothing flavor of your "baby mixed greens".  But, I swear to you, fresh farmer's market heads of the delicious leafy veggies are good on their own.  Really good.

Farmer's Market Goods.

Outside of simple additions such as radicchio, watercress, endive, radishes, cucumbers, or tomatoes (only when they're good and in season…ok I'm snooty in this department too), honor thy lettuce.

Some sea salt, a simple vinaigrette, and a light tossing.  Let it shine, don't bury it.

Simple vinaigrette.

Simple Green Salad

What you'll need:

• A couple of fresh heads of lettuce*

• 1/2 cup of good olive oil

• 1/3 cup of good red wine vinegar**

• Sea salt

Directions:

Wash and spin or dry the lettuce.  Tear into big bite size pieces.  Place in serving bowl.  Whisk together the olive oil and vinegar.  Alternatively, pour olive oil and vinegar into a clean recycled jar, and shake.  Add salt to taste.  Pour the dressing over the lettuce and gently toss.

*Try different varieties while you're at the market.  Discover for yourself which are your faves.

**Play around with the amount of olive oil to vinegar.  Commonly, people use a 2:1 ratio.  But, I like a particularly tangy vinaigrette.  Furthermore, experiment with a white wine or champagne vinegar.  Or, cut the vinegar in half and add a Tb. of dijon mustard.

Banana Bread and a 4-year-old

By Steph Farrar

I despise waste. In all forms. Trash, food, time, energy. I abhor throwing trash in bins, food reaching any expiration date, spending time in traffic, visiting an acquaintance who can't pull away from her own selfishness.  Lately, I  just don't have the space. Every visit to the grocery store with Vesper is its own little trip, its own magical, colorful, exhausting parade around Studio City market folk. And without fail,  we never leave without bananas in our basket. Or watermelon for that matter. Or popsicles. A coloring book. Shells with cheese. Honeycomb. US Weekly.

Ummm, wait I mean, kale, tofu, beans and Living Vegan. You know me!

Mashing up Naners

Needless to say, it's rare we get through all the bananas before they begin to brown. They either end up in the freezer for smoothies or in a homemade banana bread. No waste!

We only have three short weeks left in our house, so I've been trying to cook in our kitchen with Vesper as often as possible. After nearly ten years in our 1100 square foot paradise, it's hard to say goodbye, even though we've been ready to move on for years, busting at the seams for additional room. After moving half our belongings out to stage the house for sale, I know now that a house isn't home without all your stuff. It's just reverb emptiness.

A good egg cracker too!

My Sifter

V is a great sifter. Any recipe which requires flour, baking soda, baking powder... various other dry goods, she's the best sous chef around. I am open to renting her out hourly. You pay me to babysit. Killer.

Cinnamon Bananas

After you or your helper has sifted the dry goods, you've creamed your butter and eggs, mashed the nanners, spices and milk... it's just combine, and bake. Happy kid. Happy mom.

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With another little one on the way, I'm anxious to set up a new kitchen, a new space, with as little wasted time and effort as possible.  Banana Bread will remain a recurring mainstay in our bread basket. And just think, I'll have two sous chefs before long. I could start a restaurant right in my own home! (Please don't call child services. I am joking people).

Serve warn with butter or cream cheese

Banana Bread

(from FoodNetwork.com)

 Ingredients:

• 1 cup granulated sugar

• 8 tbsp (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature

• 2 large eggs

• 3 ripe bananas

• 1 tbsp milk

• 1 tsp ground cinnamon

• 2 cups all-purpose flour

• 1 tsp baking powder

• 1 tsp baking soda

• 1 tsp salt

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.

Butter a loaf pan. Cream the sugar and butter in a large mixing bowl until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.

In a small bowl, mash the bananas with a fork. Mix in the milk and cinnamon.

In another bowl, mix together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.

Add the banana mixture to the creamed mixture and stir until combined.

Add dry ingredients, mixing just until flour disappears.

Pour batter into prepared pan and bake 1 hour to 1 hour 10 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Set aside to cool on a rack for 15 minutes. Remove bread from pan, invert onto rack and cool completely before slicing.

Spread slices with honey, butter, cream cheese or serve with ice cream

Good Food

Heirlooms.

By Sierra French Myerson

I have a standing date with Evan Kleiman on Saturday mornings at 11am.  I imagine, so do most of you?  For the hour that Good Food on KCRW airs, I'm completely in my comfort zone.  Farmer's market profiles, recipes, food historians, the weekly anticipated Jonathan Gold review, I'm always enthralled.

As a native of L.A., Evan Kleiman also means Angeli Caffe, which means childhood comfort food to me.  It opened in 1984 just a few blocks from my elementary school.  The ever-popular modern trattoria on Melrose Avenue was a mainstay of my best friend's family.  I remember many a night, pre sleepover, post long pool days, and definitely after school plays (we may have still been in our 4th grade "Fiddler on the Roof" make-up), devouring the Spaghetti alla Checca , and that bread…oh that bread.

Many years later and still close friends with her and her brother, we all rented a house together just down the street from Angeli.  We regularly went together and with other friends.  And, those many years later, the Checca was just as good.  The elegant simplicity of both the restaurant and the food never failed to deliver.  Though, in January of 2012, Evan Kleiman sadly decided to close Angeli's doors for good.  I may never have that pizza dough bread again, but I'd be damned if I couldn't somehow replicate the Checca.

A rough chop.

The true beauty of a checca is the ease of it.  It's a raw sauce generally consisting of ripe summer tomatoes, garlic and basil.  Chop, let macerate, and pour over perfectly al dente spaghetti.  Still to this day, when I eat this dish, I can feel my 8 year old hot pink post pool/bike riding cheeks slurping up the spaghetti and searching for more of the melty mozzarella.

Fresh mozzarella.

Spaghetti alla Checca

Influenced and adapted from Evan Kleiman's Angeli Caffe

What you'll need:

• Lots of ripe tomatoes, chopped (about 2 pints cherry or 5-6 large)

• 2 garlic cloves, minced

• 1/2 -1 cup of good extra virgin olive oil

• Salt and pepper to taste

• 8 fresh basil leaves, gently torn

• 6-8 oz. fresh mozzarella, chopped and brought to room temperature

• 1 lb dried spaghetti

Directions:

In a large bowl, mix tomatoes, garlic, basil, salt, and pepper.  Add enough olive oil to cover the tomato mixture.  Let the sauce sit at room temperature for 2-3 hours. 

Cook the pasta in a large pot of heavily salted boiling water.  Trust the pasta experts here, take the pasta out 1 minute before the suggested time on the back of the package.  You definitely want that al dente bite with this fresh sauce. 

Pour pasta into a serving bowl.  Top with mozzarella and tomato mixture, and quickly mix well to coat.

Makes 4-6 servings.

Apple, Manchego & Chives

By Steph Farrar

My folks moved to Naples, Florida, an income tax-free state, almost a decade ago. They’ve always loved the water no matter where they've lived. I was basically raised on boats, in and out of galleys, heads, staterooms, pretending to learn port from starboard, bow from aft. We’re talking Tennessee River floating, slalom skiing, wave-running next to a nuclear facility. Not quite the California way of things. Not quite the peaceful, warm Gulf coast of Florida either.

It wasn’t a huge surprise when my parents made the move to the West coast of Florida to build their dream home on the water. It was time. They had braved the South long enough; it was time to enjoy all they had worked for. Unfortunately that great idea, building a dream home, took two years to complete and drained most of their stored enthusiasm for the Gulf Coast.

Years later, after completion and a resolving repose with staying put, my folks wear their Naples pride playfully. Naples more recently boasts dozens of amazing restaurants and watering holes, but is still anchored in the quiet, temperate Gulf. For the last few years we’ve visited for Thanksgiving, which is usually right around my birthday. And there is only one place I like to spend my birthday in Naples: Cafe Bar Lurcat.

There are three reasons why: 1. Great wine list 2. Fried rice topped with soft boiled egg 3. Apple, chive, manchego salad. So this week, I’m insisting Cafe Bar Lurcat comes to me. In Cali.

Simple Ingredients

This is one of the easiest things you will ever make. And one of the most delicious. The apples and cheese so closely resemble each other, it’s hard to pick them apart. The only things which divide them are taste and the touch of green at the end of the apple stalk. The apples have that bitter, sweet lemon kick and the cheese is so salty and nutty it could kill anyone with a nut allergy. With the tiny crunch of chive and little kick from the pepper, your taste-buds will be pleased. I like to cut the apples last, since they brown so quickly. If you must cut them earlier, squeeze lemon over them, cover and refrigerate.

Cut em like matchsticks

If you can believe it this salad can stay in the fridge for about a day or two, with the right amount of lemon to preserve. If you wanna follow this dish with the Pancetta Leek Fried Rice, you’ll have the closest meal to Lurcat since Lurcat. I mean really when are you ever going to Naples, Florida? Sorry Mom and Dad.

Summer!

Apple, Manchego & Chive Salad

Ingredients:

• 2 Granny Smith Apples, cored and cut into matchsticks

• 6 oz manchego cheese, cut into matchsticks

• 2 tbsp chopped chives

• 2 tbsp olive oil

• Juice on one lemon

• salt and pepper to taste

Directions:

Using a mandolin, slice apples and cheese into the same width slices. Then cut each slice into matchsticks. Unless you have a mandolin with a julienne blade, then use that of course.

Combine all ingredients into a bowl and season with salt and pepper to taste.

Store covered in refrigerator for one to two days max.

A,M,C on brick

The Tale of Two Trips, Part 2

By Sierra French Myerson

The maternal family pilgrimage…A trip we've talked about, and planned, and cancelled, and planned, and finally, made happen. My mom and her sister, our Auntie Gayle, were born in Kentucky, and my sister and I had never been.  This was the trip for us to see where the family roots of of our mom's maternal side were planted, and to get a glimpse of the southern birthplace that still held a deep embrace for both my mom and her older sister.

The trip began in Michigan where Auntie Gayle lives.  My cousin, Michelle, was getting married.  A perfect kick-off celebration to get the journey going.  It was a beautiful wedding, followed by a gorgeous sunset yacht ride along the river.  The cousins, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles drank and danced the night away.  We got the partying out of the way, and now we were ready for the road trip portion of the expedition.

Heidelberg Project. Detroit, Michigan.

Heidelberg Project. Detroit, Michigan.

Two days after the wedding, my mom, my sister, my aunt and I jumped in a rental SUV, and hit the road to Ashland, Kentucky.  Granted, there was a gas station stop, an argument about a AAA drop by, and an electronic's store visit before we were officially on our way, but we were off.  The car was packed and we were headed south-bound with my sister in the driver's seat, my mom in the passenger seat co-piloting, and my aunt and I in the back seat giggling like little kids.  I'll save you all of the inner workings of a three state car ride with the four us, mostly because it was a memorable keep sake of a trip that I'd like to hold onto for myself, but it was an adventure to say the least.

America.

Truthfully, I was very much looking forward to seeing all of the places that my mom held so dear to her heart:  her grandparent's old house, the railroad line that her grandfather conducted, the graves of my ancestors, and the tree that she and her sister played under that still stood tall on the cul-de-sac street where they thrived.  But, I was also, selfishly, really looking forward to the food.  I had vowed to throw health, diet, and sanity out of the window so long as it welcomed biscuits and gravy, fried okra, grits, bbq, and pie…lots of fresh pie.  I couldn't wait to walk the quaint small town streets stopping in one culinary mom n' pop establishment after another.

But, sadly, it was truly a foodstuffs tragedy.  As with most industry in our vast country, the food seems to have dried up with it.  Aside from a "French" restaurant off of Main Street that got rave reviews from the hotel manager (but was sincerely one of the worst meals I have ever eaten), the only place for us to eat was on the other side of town.  Over the bridge lived the little bit of thriving business…a big box store, a mid level department store, and every chain restaurant you can imagine.  And, though I was fiendish for southern treats, I in no way mean to come off as trite.  It was a shattering discovery.  I was certainly anticipating to see a depressed economy in the small town, but I did not expect an empty town.  Every independent store front was vacant.  Though, as we drove through the residential streets, life was still existing.  Nice lives at that.  Picturesque family homes, bikes in the drive ways, neighbors waving at one another, the works.  A heartening atmosphere, really.

I just have to hope that behind all of the doors of the homes of Ashland, Kentucky, family's are still having their traditional Sunday dinners...sitting together around the table feasting on all of the southern fixings that have been passed down generation to generation.  Those same dinners, that to this day, my mom and her sister can still taste.

Leftovers and Chicken Salad

By Steph Farrar

My husband and I started a side musical project a few years ago called Bubble and Strife. Our anecdote: Husband and Wife. Husband and Strife. Bubble and Squeak. Bubble and Strife.

In short, Leftovers.

Sam was in a band for almost 15 years called Phantom Planet and I was in a band called Agent Sparks. Unfortunately both have disbanded and life has moved on, but the music is still out there... and will be forever. So in a sense the music never dies, even if you want it to.

After a few years of neither Sam nor I grazing a stage, we decided it was time to face that long-winded fear. We, leftovers of years of touring and making music, compiled a handful of original songs and covers and somehow pulled off a thirty-five minute set, opening for Ben Ottewell from Gomez. For our first show, it was pretty damn good... especially for new parents who were operating on little to no sleep at the time. It's now been over a year since our last show... that urge is coming upon us both again.

So on to leftovers. Do you ever buy rotisserie chickens from the market? I buy at least one a week, even if I plan to roast a whole one at some point during said week. It's nice to have around, especially with a picky kid-eater. Fried rice, chicken pasta with broccoli, minced lettuce cups, and definitely chicken salad.

Add whatever you have around, nuts, dried fruit, crunchy fruit

My first favorite way to enjoy leftovers is a schmorgesborg of whatever is in the fridge: chicken, carrots, celery with hummus, jarlsberg and brie cheeses with salami and crackers, a spicy mustard or fig dip, grapes, almonds, and always tons of olives.

My second favorite? Chicken salad. If the diced chicken is accompanied by a crunchy fruit and/or vegetable, dried fruit of some kind like cranberries or raisins, a nut of some sort, some herbs, a tiny dollup of mayo or yogurt, olive oil, salt and pepper... we'll eat the whole bowl in one sitting.

Chicken Salad2

If I'm not daytime drinking wine, I'll always settle for a Pellegrino aranciata. The chicken salad doesn't even need bread, but if you have it and aren't on a starch-free fix, enjoy an italian or French loaf slice, even a cracker.

Aranciata always

When you're done with your rotisserie chicken, don't trash it! Stick it in your slow cooker, add water, onion, celery, carrots, herbs, salt and pepper. Let it slow cook overnight, strain solids and bam... you'll have an incredible homemade chicken stock. Full recipe to come.

I'm proud of my leftovers. You should be too.

Chicken Salad with Cranberries, Apple, Toasted Walnuts

Ingredients:

• 1-2 lbs. diced rotisserie chicken

• 1/4 cup chopped red onion

• 1/2 cup toasted walnuts

• 1/4 cup chopped cilantro

• 1/4 cup dried cranberries or raisins

• 1/3 cup diced green apple

• 1/4 cup diced celery

• 2-3 tbsp mayo or greek yogurt

• 1/4 cup olive oil

• Juice of one lemon

• salt and pepper

*toast french loaf slices, top with olive oil, chicken salad, sliced avocado and arugula & season with salt and pepper

 Directions:

Literally put everything in a nice size bowl and gently mix together.

Season with salt and pepper.

Enjoy as a salad, sandwich, or appetizer on a cracker

Inspired and a Bowl of Soup

By Steph Farrar

Not too long ago, a few friends joined Sierra and I for a summer bowl of soup, cornbread, mango micheladas, mint margaritas and a key lemon tart with blueberries. Even on a hot summer day, a bowl of soup can work... as long as dear friends share a seat in the shade and join us sipping something cold.

Fixins

This past week, Sam and I were miraculously able to see a few movies together, two in the theater, two at home. While I love going to the movies, the two documentaries we watched on Netflix at home were not only informative culturally and socially, but they were inspiring on a subject I've been focused on lately: a life's dedication to work and how that dedication and love of work leads to success. First we watched Jiro Dreams of Sushi, a 2011 David Gelb film, following the 75 year career of, arguably, the world's finest and hardest working sushi chef. And secondly we watched Senna, the 2010 Asif Kapadia film which documents, entirely from raw footage, the impeccable career of Brazilian Formula One driver Ayrton Senna.

While the films have nothing to do with Chicken Tortilla Soup and having friends over for an afternoon party, I've been obsessing, clinically and radically, over food, its preparation, its science, its beauty, and its grip on me for the last few years. Even more so in the last few months. After watching and somewhat studying Jiro and Ayrton's allegiance and passion for their work, I'm beginning to finally understand how loyalty to ones craft is born: continue doing what you love and never stop, never concede. The legendary English marathoner, Sir Ranulph Fiennes, only months after having heart surgery, ran 7 marathons in 7 days on 6 different continents. I'm reminded of one of his best quotes,"That part of the human mind which tells us to give up... that part is suspect."

It seems like a little ole' housewife thing to do: enjoy cooking and feeding people. Seemingly the opposite of female evolution. I fear my doctor and lawyer friends, my career motivated artist and fashionable lady-friends might jeer at this. Alas, I can not avoid or deny the sheer pleasure it gives me.

So, I will. I will continue cooking, inviting friends for dinner, posting, writing, working, doing what I love... and never stop. That is, until my presence becomes a nuisance or in any way interferes with the product, the meal, the race. I'm trying to avoid coming across like a motivational speaker here, but it's hard to not be inspired by the relentless work ethic of Jiro, who has loved every single day of his life in work, making the same thing over and over again, for the ten special guests who grace his subterranean Roppongi Hills subway sushi stop.

It's hard to avoid being influenced and encouraged by Senna's unyielding desire to be number one, to put to shame that arrogant Frenchman, Alain Prost, to win more World Championship's than anyone in history, to exist as the idol Brazil needed and deserved.

A bowl of soup does it for me. Friends visiting for a drink, a football game, a chat, a sweet dessert to complete a perfect afternoon in the Los Angeles sun. If I've done that right, I'll do it over and over, forever, continuously, relentlessly. If that brings joy to my soul and to my friends' palettes and personas, I've won.

Friends

*Photos courtesy of Christopher Wray-Mccann

Chicken Tortilla Soup with Cornbread

Soup Ingredients:

• 3/4- 1 lb. boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into cubes

• 1 tbsp. olive or vegetable oil

• 1/2 small onion, chopped

• 1 tbsp. chili powder

• 1 tbsp. tomato paste

• 4 cups low sodium chicken broth

• 6 cilantro stems

• 1/2 cup corn kernels

• 1/2 cup black beans 1/2 cup diced cherry tomatoes crushed tortilla chips

*diced avocado, chopped cilantro, crumbled queso fresco, sour cream and lime wedges for serving

Soup Directions:

Heat oil in large pot over medium heat

Add onion and cook for about 3 minutes

Stir in chili powder and tomato paste and cook for 30 seconds

Add broth and cilantro stems and bring to a boil.

Reduce heat and simmer, uncovered for 10-12 minutes, until reduced to 3 cups

Season chicken with salt and pepper and add to broth. Cook for 3 minutes

Discard cilatro stems

Divide corn, beans, and tomatoes between bowls. Pour piping hot broth over ingredients.

Add avocado, lime, cilantro, cheese, and sour cream. Enjoy!

Serves 2

note: if you have oven-proof soup bowls, keep in warm oven before adding corn, beans, tomatoes and chips. Soup cools rather quickly once the hot broth touches the cool ingredients.

Buttermilk Cornbread

Grandmother's buttermilk cornbread from www.allrecipes.com

Ingredients:

• 1/2 cup butter

• 2/3 cup white sugar

• 2 eggs

• 1 cup buttermilk

• 1/2 tsp. baking soda

• 1 cup cornmeal

• 1 cup all-purpose flour

• 1/2 tsp. salt

Directions:

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease an 8-inch square pan

Melt butter in a large skillet. Remove from heat and stir in sugar. Quickly add eggs and beat until well blended.

Combine buttermilk with baking soda and stir into mixture in skillet.

Stir in cornmeal, flour and salt until well blended but a few lumps remain. Pour batter into prepared pan.

Bake in oven for 30-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.

Cheers my dears

The Tale of Two Trips, Part 1

By Sierra French Myerson

Two years ago, my grandmother passed away at the age of 100.  Two months ago, we scattered her ashes in New Mexico. My sister, brother, dad, and I journeyed together from Los Angeles to Santa Fe for the Myerson clan gathering.  A weekend of leftist intellectual humor, hot springs, chiles rellenos, and bad dad jokes was upon us...all amidst the back drop of big sky.

Big sky.

My grandmother was a strong, smart, and independent woman.  She was an activist for human rights.  She was an officer for The Woman's International League for Peace and Freedom and The Los Angeles Peace Crusade.  She was a world traveller up until her 90's.  But, she was not a warm touchy-feely grammy.  She was a familial pragmatist.  I loved her regardless of her seemingly unaffectionate ways (though, some of my cousins may argue with this).  She was inspiring.

Sci-fi flower

NM5

So, to say the least, my g-ma (as she signed her cards to me) was not a sentimentalist.  But, nothing made her happier that seeing all of her grandkids in the same place.  In fact, we hadn't actually all been together since my her 100th birthday in January of 2011.  So, though she never cared for there to be any pomp and circumstance surrounding her passing, she would have been delighted to know that this "ceremony" to say goodbye had brought us all together again.

My sis with a Tony Price piece.

Swinging.

We assembled together at the adobe chapel on my Uncle Reno's property, held hands, told stories, and scattered the ashes.  We didn't overdo it, we didn't under do it, we did it just right.  There were some tears, lots of laughter, and a vow to come together more often.  Everyone then went back to my dad's rental house where I cooked us a huge feast.  A very appropriate farewell to my grandma, Vivien Myerson.

Me and G-ma.

Sweet Summer "Succotash"

By Sierra French Myerson

Lately, even breathing has been hard work and uncomfortable.  The slightest movement adds to the sticky stress of the heat.  I’m a native Angeleno, and yet, I still complain (and act surprised and overwhelmed) by the inevitable summer heat that strikes us every single year without fail.  And, on top of being one of the weather whiners, I’m a hypocrite.  I beg for all of the booty that the sun gods provide us, and then I carp about the seasonal circumstances that help to create the harvest. See, I’m a total produce whore.  So, when the tomatoes, corn, peaches, and other summer goods start to show up at the farmer’s markets, I go crazy.  They completely get me off.  What?!  I’m perpetually single.  I have to have something to look forward to, and a perfect, sweet, and slightly ugly heirloom tomato is that for me.  Come to think of it, that’s actually my ideal man-type too, just a bit taller than a tomato.  Hmm, I wonder what that means?

Succotash3

Needless to say, when the time is right (and, I’m properly ill-at-ease walking around outside, let alone breathing), a huge bounty of fruit and veggie love accompany me home from the Sunday farmer’s market.  Though they’re just for me, and any friends/family I might end up cooking for that week, I’m never worried my edible purchases will end up unused or buried in the trash.  Before I can even think about all of the rousing things I want to create with my summer market loot, I’ve eaten a quarter of it on it’s own.  A tomato sliced with a little Maldon salt, a cob of corn merely grilled or steamed, a peach...they do themselves justice.  Therefore, their unadulterated beauty is two-fold to me, they are beyond delicious, and they don’t need much finessing, i.e. kitchen heat.

Chop Chop

Turning the oven on in my un-a/c’d cottage-like apartment is a game-changer.  Fan schman.  The added heat makes the already motionless air come to a complete and hot standstill.  The other day, I was longingly looking at my remaining week’s veggies.  I was missing cooking and dying to eat them all at once.  Mission accepted:  use as many vegetables as I am inspired to use while cooking as little as possible.  Corn, summer squash, heirloom tomatoes (duh!), red onion, garlic, basil…a “succotash” of sorts.

To all you food purists out there, I didn’t use lima beans, so I know I can’t officially call it a succotash.  Regardless, it was simple, light, and so tasty.  Good veg don’t lie.

A quick sauté.

Sweet Summer "Succotash"

My only footnote to this recipe would be to use whatever vegetables inspire you. Though,  I do think corn is a perfect cornerstone.  Also, I used it as side dish to breaded chicken but, I think it would make a killer pasta with orrechiette, or incorporated into a more substantial salad with arugula or a grain. Just go with it.

What you’ll need:

• A good glug of extra virgin olive oil (approx. 1 Tb.)

• ½ a red onion, chopped

• 2 cloves of garlic, minced

• 2 ears of corn, shucked and cut of the cob

• 1 medium or 2 small summer squash (whichever kind you fancy), diced

• 1 medium heirloom tomato, large dice

• 2 pats of butter (approx. 2 Tb.)

• A generous handful of cherry tomatoes, halved

• Salt and black pepper, to taste

• ¼ tsp. red pepper chili flake (optional)

• 1 Tb. basil, torn

Directions:

Heat oil in large skillet over medium heat.  Add onion and garlic.  Season with salt and pepper.  Stirring frequently, cook for 8-10 minutes until onions are translucent. 

Add red pepper chili flake, if using. 

Add squash.  Stir to combine.  Cook, stirring occasionally, for 4-5 minutes until squash starts to cook through and soften. 

Add corn.  Cook for 1-2 minutes, stirring occasionally. 

Add chopped heirloom tomato.  Turn down heat to medium-low.  Add a pinch of salt and black pepper. 

Stir to incorporate all of the ingredients. 

Add butter.  Take off of the heat.  Stir until butter is melted and makes a slight sauce. 

Gently mix in cherry tomatoes and basil.  Serve.

Makes 4 servings.

Mixed Berry Pie

Sweet and tart.

By Sierra French Myerson

There are many things that I'm proud of in my life, but one of the greatest is my immense group of very close friends.  For ages, we have been celebrating the 4th of July at the Farrar's in Malibu.  The "grown-up Farrar's" (Sam's parents), that is.  We've gone from being debaucherous 20 year olds to the grown-ups themselves.  The house has been host to many great parties and monumental moments over the years for all of us.  Granted, the parties do look different now.  There are bouncy houses and juice boxes replacing the glory days of our 20's.  But, one thing has maintained over time, all of the faces are the same.  The unwieldy strength of "the bros" is a true force with which to be reckoned.  You Can't Stop Us remains our battle cry (thank you Uniform Circa!).  

Casa de Farrar has really been a cornerstone for French & Farrar.  Steph and I have cooked, cleaned, and played together there, on many occasions,  in the beautiful kitchen with a view.  We've done formal dinners (an epic New Year's eve weekend), Steph's first roast chicken, lots of hot dogs and burgers, and many of my pies.  In fact, I think I may have single handedly created a baking dish collection for the house with all of the pies I've brought to the parties.  They're nothing fancy...Just good crust, whatever ripe fruit the season has delivered, and not too much sugar.

I love making dough!

Steph's and my culinary fun is really just another reason to bring all of our dear friends together.  We might be different, but we are identical in believing that food + friends = happiness.  But, beware!  If you're ever lucky enough to be invited to Steph's in-laws for their annual 4th of July party, bring a different dessert or be prepared to have Sam's mom hide the berry pie all to herself.  I'll be sure to make two next year…one for Pearlie and one for the bros.

Mixed Berry Pie

*For the crust, use your favorite Pate Brisee recipe.  And, look forward to my ultimate one in a future post.

What you'll need:

• 2 large disks of your favorite pie dough

• 2 pints fresh blueberries

• 1 pint fresh blackberries

• 1 pint fresh raspberries

• Juice from 2 juicy lemons, approx. 1/4 cup

• Pinch of salt

• 1 cup of sugar plus a bit extra for sprinkling

• 1/4 cup cornstarch

• Egg wash (1 egg whisked with 2 Tb milk, cream, or water)

Directions:

Generously flour your work surface.  Roll out one disk of dough, and press into the bottom and up the sides of a standard pie pan.  Place in refrigerator while you make the filling.

Stir together the berries, lemon juice, cornstarch, sugar, and a pinch of salt.  Fill the pie shell with the filling.

Roll out the second disk of dough, and cover the filled pie.  Use your creativity here…a traditional covered pie, a rustic lattice, cut-out stars, etc.  Refrigerate for an hour.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.  Brush top of pie with egg wash, and sprinkle with extra sugar.  Place on a baking sheet (I usually line mine with parchment paper or tin foil for easier clean-up).  Bake for 45 minutes.  Let cool.

Pancetta Leek Rice with 5 Minute Egg

By Steph Farrar

When I first started following food blogs, I ran across a Los Angeles based blog called Cozy Kitchen, and was immediately drawn to Adrianna's light sense of humor and addiction to her kitchen. One of the first posts I salivated over was her Ginger Fried Rice. So I decided to try it. My first note: remember how difficult I said it was to bread and fry a soft boiled egg. Just saying it now.

We were visiting my in-laws for a weekend at the beach, where the light is second to none. I've since bought a new camera, but I think I could've used a disposable one and the photos would still look effortless. I cannot say the same thing for the eggs.

Leeks, onions, ginger and garlic

I'm always trying to impress Pearlie, Sam's mother. She and I are very close, and I'm very lucky to have a "Mum"-in-law who I not only get along with, but who I genuinely love. She will be reading this. I swear I'm not lying though. Sam's folks do so much for us... one of the few things I can do for them is fix a nice dinner. Pearlie is an exceptional cook, but definitely deserves a break from the kitchen every now and then. She cooks nearly every meal at home.

Clean your leeks, chop your onions

Everything's blue and white in this kitchen

I poured Pealie a heaping glass of her infamous Woodbridge Chardonnay, myself something red, made Poppy and Sam and Key Lime Martini and got to work emulating this heavenly Fried Rice. First you must fry up the diced garlic and ginger, to top the rice at the last minute. The crunch is a necessity.

Fried fried

I added the pancetta and additional onion to the original recipe. I am never sorry about pancetta. The rest I'll leave to the recipe. You could add nearly any vegetable you'd like to this rice, as long as the egg is soft boiled to perfection and oozes over the entire bowl, which as I said, is tricky. Make sure you transfer those soft boiled eggs to a bowl of cold water. Peeling will be much easier. Might want to make a few extra, in case of disaster.

Breading station

Pancetta Leek Fried Rice with Five Minute Egg

adapted from Cozy Kitchen's Ginger Fried Rice

Ingredients:

Rice: 

• 1/2 cup vegetable oil

• 2 tablespoons minced garlic

• 2 tablespoons minced ginger

• 2 cups thinly sliced leeks, white and light green parts only, rinsed and dried

• 1 cup diced pancetta

• 1/2 cup diced baby onion, white and green parts only

• 4 cups day-old cooked rice, preferably jasmine, at room temperature

• 3 teaspoons soy sauce

• Salt

5-Minute Fried Egg:

• 5 large eggs, divided

• 1/4 cup buttermilk, shaken

• 1 teaspoon Sriracha

• 1/4 cup all-purpose flour

• 1 cup panko bread crumbs

• Salt

Directions:

In a large skillet, heat 1/4 cup oil over medium heat. Add garlic and ginger and cook, stirring occasionally, until crisp and brown. With a slotted spoon, transfer to paper towels and salt lightly.

Reduce heat under skillet to medium-low and add pancetta. Let it crisp up for a few minutes.  Add onions and leeks. Cook about 10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until very tender but not browned. Season lightly with salt.

Raise heat to medium and add rice. Add soy sauce, stirring well and cooking, until heated through and lightly crispy. Season to taste with salt. Set aside.

In a medium saucepan, bring water to a boil. Using a spoon, gently lower 4 eggs into the water and then bring the heat down to medium, so the water reaches a simmer. Start the timer and set it to 5 minutes. When the timer goes off, transfer the eggs to cold water and gently peel. This is the hardest part. Be careful and take your time!

Add 3 inches of oil to a cast iron skillet and heat oil to 400F. Meanwhile, in a small bowl, beat together the remaining egg, buttermilk and Sriracha. Add the flour to a shallow dish. On a medium plate, toss together the panko and teaspoon of salt.

Start with rolling the egg gently in the flour, dusting off any excess. Next, transfer the egg to the egg/buttermilk mixture and then place it atop the panko mixture, sprinkling the mixture on top of the egg, being sure it’s evenly coated. Gently drop the into the hot oil and cook on each side, about 30 seconds and until lightly browned. Transfer to a paper towel to drain. Repeat process with the remaining eggs.

Divide rice among four dishes. Top each with an egg and sprinkle crisped garlic and ginger over everything and serve.

Ahi Tuna Burgers with Soy Glaze

By Steph Farrar

I’m positive Sam was a fish in a former life. If you are what you eat, then I am spot on. He eats more fish than most and because of it has moderately high cholesterol. I should encourage him to get into swimming again. Or maybe start eating Cheerios?

Neither one of us enjoy the gym, although I’m comfortable in one. If I need to sweat out some aggression and it’s 102 degrees outside, I can turn on some music and zone out for hours an hour. Sam, however, does not like the meaty vibe in our local L.A. Fitness. It's not hard to understand why... not only does it reek Studio City, but in general, it just reeks. He been known to use the pool because, as I said, he was a fish.

Ingredients for Ahi Burgers

Last year, when I began cooking more than usual, he built me a kitchen cart from scratch. It decorates one corner of our kitchen which has lovely natural light. It folds down easily, flush with the wall, so when needed we can exit our side door. It's stained a nice cutting board color and anchored to our freshly painted white walls. This table made its debut with the Tomato Tarte Tatin, but I knew for a while I wanted a cart for that corner. In fact, before Sam made the table, I purchased a cart from Target. It was the exact size of the corner, or so I thought. There is truth here, but I neglected, after spending nearly 4 hours of my life building it, to include the length of the doorknob into my calculations. So in order to roll it into its corner, I had to remove the doorknob.

Needless to say, I had to return it. And since I put the damn thing together, they only took it back for store credit. I can always use credit at Target but I’d like the cash back. Whatever. Target Shmarget.

Pulling from a magazine

Anyway, I mention the table cause I wanted to present this gorgeous tuna burger on my newest addition. The table wasn't ready when the sandwiches were, but they still look delicious on the cutting board. And they were. The soy glaze and that dripping mustard blew Sam’s head off. Which he needed after about 6 straight hours practicing nineteen new songs he had to perfect for upcoming tour. I only made two sandies, but this recipe makes 6 burgers. If you can, use La Brea Bakery ciabatta-like burger buns, baked for a few minutes.

It’s official. He’s a fish and this is his favorite new sandwich. I win.

Final touches

Ahi Tuna Burgers with Soy Glaze

adapted directly from August 2012 Cooking Light

Ingredients:

• 1/2 cup mayonanaise

• 3/4 teaspoon soy sauce

• 1/2 teaspoon toasted sesame oil

• 3 tbs Sriracha

• 2 lbs. cold sushi-grade ahi tuna, cut into cubes

• 2 1/2 tbs Chinese hot mustard

• 2 small garlic cloves, finely grated

• Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper

• Canola oil, for brushing

• 6 hamburger buns

• 3 tbs Soy Glaze (recipe below)

• thinly sliced scallions, baby lettuce, sliced tomatoes

Directions:

In a bowl, whisk the mayo, soy sauce, sesame oil and 2 tbsp Sriracha.

In s food processor, pulse one-third of the tuna at a time, until finely chopped. Transfer for a bowl and repeat with all the tuna.

Preheat a grill pan over medium-high heat.

Mix the Chinese mustard, garlic, 2 1/2 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp pepper into the chopped tuna. Use lightly moistened hands and form the tuna into 6 round patties.

Brush with oil and season with salt and pepper. Grill over high heat, turning once until lightly charred on the outside, 3-4 minutes total.

Spread the buns with the mayo, top with patties, drizzle 1 1/2 tsp Soy Glaze and 1/2 tsp Sriracha. Top with scallions, lettuce and tomato.

Soy Glaze

Whisk 2 tbsp cornstarch with 1 tbsp water.

In a small saucepan, whisk 1/2 cup soy sauce with 1/2 cup sake, 1/2 cup mirin, and 1/2 cup sugar.

Simmer over moderate heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves, 2 minutes.

Whisk in the cornstarch until slightly thick, 2 more minutes.

Transfer to a heatproof jar and cool. Stays in the fridge for 2 weeks.

p.s. I stole a bite.

So freaking good.

Patty's Cucumber Gin Cocktail

By Steph Farrar

I have loved Gin for a very long time. I even capitalize the word when I don’t need to. If I’m able to go out for a nice dinner with my husband and perhaps don’t have to wake at dawn the next morning, I will start my night with a Gin martini. Extra dry, basically zero vermouth, and tons and tons of olives. I’m an olive fanatic. It's even possible I drink Gin so I can eat the olives.  No wait, I love Gin. But the olives really help soak up the booze while I’m waiting for an appetizer, hopefully Malpec or Kumomoto oysters.

Dill is so pretty

But enough about me. Let’s talk about you, enjoying Gin, even if you never have before. I can break you. And I will with this drink. 3 ounces of Gin sounds like a lot, I know. Most drinks are four ounces though, and we get a little soda water in there, and veggies and herbs, so whatever. Enjoy your healthy, well-rounded cocktail. Feel good about yourself.

Ice cream scoop muddle

I based this little concoction on a ‘mocktail’ I found in Food and Wine's August 2012 issue. I know cucumber and Gin make sense. And cucumber and dill love each other. So partnering the three seemed like a win. And I was right. I’m going to call this drink “For Patty,” cause she’s a serious Gin lover. And I’m a serious Patty lover.

Agave is best.

You know what I mean. Just drink it. And please eat some oysters if you can.

Dill, Cucumber Gin Cocktail

Ingredients:

• 3 ounces Gin, preferably Hendricks or Plymouth

• 1/3 cup cut cucumbers, plus one disk for garnish

• 2 paper-thin, lengthwise slices of cucumber

• 1 tsp dill finely chopped, plus sprig for garnish

• 3 wedges of lime (and/or lemon), one for garnish

• 1 tbsp agave nectar splash soda water

Directions:

Place cucumber, dill, agave syrup and juice of two lime wedges in a martini shaker and muddle together, breaking down the cucumber and lime. If you have a mortar and pestle that will work as well. I didn’t have a muddle this day, so I found a nice wooden ice cream scoop with a flat end. Worked great.

Line a highball glass with cucumber skin and fill with ice.

Fill shaker 3/4 with ice and add gin. Shake all ingredients well. I like this drink frothy.

Strain cocktail into cucumber lined glass. Fill with soda water.

Garnish glass with lime and cucumber wheel, and a sprig of dill.

Add a straw and enjoy.

Juiced: Almond Milk and Greens

By Steph Farrar

A few months ago, I began to feel toxic. Too much wine, too many verditas shots (thank you Esme and Cayman), not enough sleep. As a temporary single parent, I started to feel a little anxious.  Sam was still away on tour. I’d been cooking for one and a half for two months and finding it creatively challenging.

My best friend, Lola, has been a fan of the Earth Bar in L.A. for a few years actually... juices, vitamin shots, simple organic treats and eats, an overall health-food-store. Juices are called Detox Lemonade, Gimme Greens, Raw Recovery etc., not I Am Beautiful, Hear My Woman Roar, or My Spirit is Special. So I gave it a go. Not too crunchy for me.

Bottles and bottles

A juice cleanse is the most L.A. thing I have ever participated in. I was pretty jazzed to give my liver a snooze, sleep well, back away from the kitchen and test my will power. As a lady who lives to cook, not eating food is nearly unbearable. Especially when on the sixth juice of seven, cooking arugula pesto linguine for Vesper, and not eating it.

So I did it. For three full days. A raw juice cleanse of 1400 wimpy calories. I have never slept or felt better in my life, or even had more energy. I’ve also never been a very good breakfast eater, which I know, is a detriment. But I am generally not hungry in the morning. I don’t like to eat when I’m not hungry, and practically zero percent of any convincing to eat food before 11 am will result in success. Unless... it’s juice.

The only bummer about this cleanse was the amount of plastic bottles I went through... 21 total and three plastic raw soup containers. I kept them all for pictures. And then of course recycled them. I even asked if I could return the bottles for reuse at Earth Bar. “Ah, no.” “Gross” was their implied response.

The dreaded 'Total Greens'

Seven $6-9 juices in addition to early morning delivery, a raw soup and ‘am/pm’ pills... this cleanse was relatively affordable, considering I didn’t eat a thing for three days. There was only one juice that I had to hold my breath to drink, the Total Greens, which basically tasted like I’m assuming the ground must taste.

But I did it... I made it through, lost five pounds and felt amazing. I went to bed early the last night so I could wake up three hours before my toddler to eat real food and drink hot coffee. And yes, I’m still not into breakfast even though that soft boiled egg and soldiers never tasted better.

Now a few months later, I’ve been craving these juices and the way I felt, especially in the morning. The first juice is called Gimme Greens, the second Chlorophyll Boost, the third and most delicious thing ever, Almond Milk flavored with dates and vanilla. My new goal: make them at home. I dragged down the Breville juicer we were given as a wedding gift six years ago and have used once; I found a spot on the crowded counter in our kitchen, storing a few of the gazillion cutting boards I boast.

Soak them overnight

Almond Milk2

Almond Milk4

I haven’t quite mastered the juices, but wow are they filling, energizing and expensive. Two pounds of kale makes like a half ounce of juice. I’ve discovered the key to juicing is more vegetables, less fruit. Otherwise you’re drinking more sugar than necessary, more concentrated fruit than you would ever consume in a day. Use the fruit to sweeten the veggies.

Kale Juice1

Kale Juice2

I have been starting my mornings with Gimme Greens then Almond Milk, in addition to a forced bowl of cereal or yogurt. Be warned, while juices provide a great deal of energy and balance, they are generally high in calories as well. But damn, do I feel good!

Drink juice so you don't look like that guy

Gimme Greens - my Earth Bar version

Ingredients:

• 1 Green Apple

• 1/2 Cucumber

• 2 oz Spinach (optional, but why not)

• 1 Regular Lemon

• 1 bunch Kale (roughly 6 stalks)

 Directions:

If you have a juicer, combine all ingredients, whole, juicing one at a time.

If you don't have have juicer, you can use a blender, and strain any and all solids that form, either through a sieve or cheesecloth.

Almond Milk, with dates and vanilla

Ingredients:

• 1 cup raw almonds

• water for soaking

• 3-4cups water ( I prefer closer to 3, so the milk is fuller-bodied)

• 2 pitted dates, chopped

• 1/2 tsp vanilla salt and pepper (optional)

 Directions:

Soak the almonds in water overnight or for at least 6 hours.

Drain the water from the almonds and discard.

Blend 3-4 cups of water, almonds, dates and vanilla until well blended and almost smooth.

Strain the blended almond mixture using a cheesecloth or other strainer.

You can keep the meaty product left from the almond milk. Makes a yum almond butter with a little added salt.

Homemade raw almond milk will keep well in the refrigerator for three or four days.