Weekend Special – A Nor’easter Is on the Way!

Elkins_Dam_in_the_SnowThe meteorologists are almost jumping out of their skin; they are so excited. With predictions of one for the record books, we are headed into a stormy weekend. It looks like anywhere from ten to twenty-four inches will fall over the next thirty-six hours. As a skier, I have one word … Yippee!

My dad is recovering from surgery so I’m camping out with him. In anticipation of lots and lots of snow, here’s what I’m cooking for us this weekend:

I’m starting with a chicken! Wandering through the supermarket yesterday, I decided a Roast Chicken would make a great way to start a long, snowy weekend. My brother and family may brave the storm to ski, if they do there will be plenty and then some. Not only will we enjoy a delicious old fashioned dinner tonight, there will be plenty left over for sandwiches or soup for the weekend. To build up my patient, I’m going to sauté some leafy greens and roast a big head of cauliflower to go with the chicken. Any leftover cauliflower will be delicious with pasta.

To keep us warm and well-fed throughout the weekend, I’ll use the leftovers in a cozy soup and pasta dish. With the leftover chicken, I will make Curried Thai Soup with Noodles & Chicken, Spicy Chicken Soup or Chicken Noodle Soup with Spinach. (Quick note – unlike a big turkey carcass, my chicken will be too small to make a decent broth so I’ll use a good store-bought broth.) The leftover cauliflower will be tossed with linguine and Carbonara Sauce for another easy night dinner.

I’m stocked up on salad makings, including beets for a Mixed Greens with Roasted Beets, Feta & Walnuts (I think I’ll skip the lentils … or maybe not.) I’ve also stocked up on romaine for Caesar Salad with Parmesan Croutons. (I bought the romaine for a Chinese New Year feast with Lettuce Cups with Shrimp & Noodles.)

Not convinced I’ll be whipping up any sweet treats this weekend. If I do, it’s got to be something cozy like Bread Pudding or use up that last banana for Bananas Foster. Or take my own advice and enjoy a scoop of ice cream with a drizzle of Death by Chocolate Sauce.

Stay, warm, dry and safe! Bon appétit!

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The January Thaw & Red & Green Salad

snow_on_the_roof_01As I sit at my keyboard, I hear loud thumps and bumps around me. It started last night just as I was drifting off to sleep. It’s a bit discombobulating since my father is upstairs in bed recovering from surgery. With each crash and boom, I listen intently for a cry or moan for help. At least so far, it’s not been him. It’s only snow sliding from the roof.

Last summer we put a new roof on the old family homestead. Okay, as homesteads go, it’s not that old. More or less forty-six years to the day, we spent our first weekend in our little house in the woods. For my sister, brother and me, it doesn’t matter that we all have houses of our own; it is still a place we call home. This house, the lake and town witnessed so many of our firsts. First swim, first sail, first ski, first kiss, first beer and more, much more.

But back to the thumps and bumps. After the third, yes third, thirty-year roof called it quits after all of ten maybe fifteen years, we decided to take a different approach. The house now sports a slick metal roof. Yesterday morning, six or eight inches of snow were resting picturesquely on the peak. Then the annual January Thaw arrived. Warm air has turned the sheet metal into a Slip ‘n Slide. Great slabs of snow keep plummeting to the ground. I guess I will remain on edge until the roof is clean and clear.

But what is this thing called the January Thaw? Is it fact or fiction; another sign of global warming or some sinister extraterrestrial plot? Maybe it’s all a myth; an old wives’ or old skiers’ tale. According to meteorological scholars the January Thaw is real although not necessarily understood. That be-all, know-all source of the New England weather, the Old Farmer’s Almanac, agrees. These weather wizards call it a phenomenon or, better yet, a calendaricity. In other words, although we can observe it, we can’t really explain it. By all rights and reason it should be cold but it isn’t.

Year after year, usually in late January, a waft of warm air settles over New England. It stays for about a week and then leaves us back in the cold. It’s glorious when the Thaw is soaked in sunshine. Hiking trails are filled with smiling snowshoe and cross-country ski enthusiasts. They are joined by overjoyed dogs; absolutely delighted to have a sunny romp in the snow. Up on the mountain, skiers dump heavy parkas and helmets in favor of baseball caps and sweatshirts. Lunch hours are extended as most everyone finds an excuse to spend at least an hour or two outside.

Unfortunately, it’s not so glorious when the Thaw is soaked in rain. Basements flood. Ice dams form. No one wants to walk the dog. Once beautiful ski and hiking trails become obstacle courses of mud, rocks and ice. Cooped up inside to stay dry, cabin fever generally strikes within a day or two. It’s funny how wonderful 40 degrees and sunny feels but how horrible 40 degrees and rainy is. Okay, maybe not funny at all.

But then, just like that, an arctic blast comes down from Canada. Slushy snow and puddles freeze hard and fast. Black ice abounds. And any lingering question of why January is called the coldest month is put to rest.

Stay dry and bon appétit!

Red & Green Salad
Thaw or no Thaw – try this great winter salad. Roasting gives the garlic and shallot a sweetness which is nicely balanced with the bitter radicchio, salty cheese and crunchy nuts. Enjoy!
Serves 12

About 12 ounces mixed baby lettuces in red and green
1 head radicchio, thinly sliced
Roasted Garlic & Shallot Vinaigrette (recipe follows)
4 ounces feta or gorgonzola cheese, crumbled
1/4 cup pine nuts, chopped walnuts or sunflower seeds, toasted

In a large bowl, combine the lettuces and radicchio. Drizzle with enough Roasted Garlic & Shallot Vinaigrette to lightly coat and toss to combine.

Transfer to a serving platter, sprinkle with cheese and nuts. Serve immediately.

Roasted Garlic & Shallot Vinaigrette
Makes about 1 cup

3-4 cloves garlic, peeledRed_Green_Salad_01
1/2 -1 shallot, peeled and quartered
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper
About 3/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 teaspoon anchovy paste

Preheat the oven* to 350 degrees. Place the garlic and shallot in a small oven proof baking dish (I use a custard cup), sprinkle with thyme, salt and pepper, drizzle with a little olive oil and toss to coat.

Place the baking dish in the oven and roast until the garlic and shallot are very soft, about 20 minutes. Set aside to cool.

Put the roasted garlic and shallot, vinegars, mustard and anchovy paste in a blender, season with salt and pepper and process until smooth. With the motor running on low, slowly add olive oil to taste.

* If I don’t have anything else in the oven, I usually roast the garlic and shallots in the toaster oven.

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When the Going Gets Rough … The Tough Throw a Party & Mixed Greens with Roasted Beets & Lentils

It’s a world gone mad or at the very least a very strange winter. It gets warm and rains. Then the temperature plummets. When I wrote about this odd phenomenon a week or so ago, I figured (make that hoped) that a blizzard would hit New Hampshire as soon as the story hit the blogosphere. Even if I looked a little silly, I’d be grinning all the way down the mountain. I guess the law of opposites can’t be summoned on demand.

Living in Switzerland for a lot of years spoiled me.

The Alps are a skier’s paradise. Droughts are few and far between. Snow falls early and continues through April.

However, I do remember one winter when it refused to snow. No, it was not unseasonably warm, it didn’t rain either. The New Year came and went. Dejected skiers shared stories and pictures of holiday hikes and picnics on brown slopes under bright blue skies. January passed into February, still no snow.

Geneva is surrounded by mountains and during the drought a temperature inversion created a layer of fog. With each passing day, the fog grew thicker and thicker. There was no snow, no rain or even wind to clear the air. Just day after day of dreary, damp fog. Pollution levels skyrocketed and city health officials sounded the alarm. No one sounded an official Cranky Alert but they should have. Both then and now, I have a tendency to get cranky when winter does not act like winter. Same goes for summer and the rest of year

Anyway, it was my fourth, maybe fifth, year in Switzerland. I was young, single and had happily embraced the habit of skiing most (okay every) weekend. The exercise and fresh air was great and it was a fun way to meet people. Without snow, I was at loose ends and didn’t know what to do with myself.

I wasn’t alone. Everyone I knew was grumbling. Yes indeed, the going had gotten rough. But what to do about it? Take up skateboarding? Or hang gliding? Camp out at the movies? The perfect solution hit me around 11:30 on a Friday morning. The tough (that would be me) throw a party. There was no reason to delay; the next night was not too soon. I dubbed it my There’s-Still-No-Snow-&-I’m-Cranky Party. It was last minute so I figured I’d probably round up a handful of people. I thought wrong.

Two were tied up for dinner but promised to be there by 10:00. Everyone else accepted enthusiastically. Delighted for any distraction from the dreary weather, about a dozen queued up in less than an hour. My boss got very little work out of me that afternoon. Voicemails were returned and a few more calls were made. Word got out and not just a few extras asked to tag along. By the end of the day at least twenty people were looking forward to cramming into my little apartment.

All were commanded and promised to bring good cheer. Most brought a bottle of wine, an hors d’oeurvre, salad or desert as well. It was great fun, a welcome respite from too many grey days. The food and wine were good, the company and dancing better. The party lasted far into the wee hours. Around dawn, I threw the last few stragglers out. Now you’re probably thinking (maybe hoping) that this impromptu get-together generated some kind of kismet or good karma and broke the drought. You’re picturing those last few guests stumbling out the door into a winter wonderland. Sounds like a Hollywood movie, doesn’t it? …… I could write that, it would make a nice story, but it wouldn’t be true.

Think snow, have fun and bon appétit!

Mixed Greens with Roasted Beets & Lentils
I discovered lentil salad when I lived in Switzerland. This recipe is my latest rendition of the classic French favorite. Enjoy!
Serves 8 as an appetizer and 4 as a main course

4 medium beets, red or gold or a mix, peeled and cut into wedges
1 medium red onion, roughly chopped
Extra virgin olive oil
Sherry vinegar
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
About 8 ounces mixed greens
Sherry Vinaigrette (recipe follows)
3-4 ounces feta, crumbled
1/2 cup pumpkins seeds or chopped and toasted walnuts

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Put the beets and onion on separate sheet pans. Drizzle each with just enough equal parts olive oil and vinegar to lightly coat, season with salt and pepper and toss to combine.

Tossing once or twice, roast the beets for 30 minutes or until lightly caramelized and tender and the onions for about 15 minutes or until tender-crisp. Cool slightly.

To serve: Toss the greens with enough sherry vinaigrette to lightly coat. Put the greens on individual plates or a large platter. Spoon lentils on the greens, top with beets and onion and sprinkle with crumbled feta and walnuts.

Serve the lentils and beets warm but not hot or at room temperature. Both can be made ahead, cooled to room temperature and refrigerated. Remove from the refrigerator about 30 minutes before serving.

Lentils
Extra virgin olive oil
4 ounces thick-cut bacon, diced
1 cup dry lentils
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1 carrot, finely chopped
1 stalk celery, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 1⁄2 cups chicken stock
2-3 sprigs fresh thyme
1 bay leaf
2 tablespoons sherry vinegar
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

Drizzle a little olive oil in a medium saucepan, add the bacon and cook until crisp. Remove the bacon with a slotted spoon and drain. Add the onion, carrot and celery and cook for 5 minutes or until the onion start to become translucent. Add the garlic and cook for 1 minute more.

Add the lentils, chicken stock, thyme and bay leaf and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to low; cover and simmer for 20 minutes or until the lentils are tender but not mushy. Remove the thyme twigs and bay leaf and drain any excess liquid. Add the vinegar and bacon to the lentils and season to taste.


Sherry Vinaigrette

Makes about 1 cup

1/4 cup sherry vinegar
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
2 cloves garlic
2 tablespoons chopped shallot
1/4 teaspoon or to taste hot pepper sauce
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
About 3/4 cup or to taste extra virgin olive oil

Put the vinegar, mustard, garlic, shallot and pepper sauce in a blender. Season with salt and pepper and process until smooth. With the motor running, slowly add the olive oil and process until smooth.

Transfer the vinaigrette to a storage container with a tight fitting lid. Let the vinaigrette sit for 30 minutes or more to let the flavors combine. Give the vinaigrette a vigorous shake before using.

Store extra vinaigrette in the refrigerator.

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More Thoughts on Snow Days & Mac & Cheese with Cauliflower & Bacon

For many grownups snow days lack the allure they held back in childhood. That twenty or thirty minute drive to work stretches into an hour, even two. And for those of us that work from home, well, it’s business as usual except we have to find time to shovel the driveway on top of everything else.

All that said; I still love a snow day. Except for the snowplows which zoom by from time to time, the neighborhood is quiet and ever so peaceful. Every few hours I step outside with my yardstick (I am an optimist) and measure the mounting snow. With every inch, I anticipate better and better skiing. (As well as a little back breaking work with my shovel and snow blower.)

There is both good news and bad news about working from home. You get to work in your jammies. You don’t have to commute through rain, sleet or snow; you don’t have to commute at all. The coffee and tea are better, much better if you work at my house. However, when you need a break, there’s no water cooler and no office gossip to titillate and entertain. Plus a foot of snow is not an excuse to play hooky.

Every once in a while, not often, a blizzard blows in at a most opportune time. I have no pressing deadlines, no mile high stack of paperwork. I can take some time to be a kid again and enjoy a snow day. When we were little we didn’t stay home on snowy days, we headed outside to play in the snow. Bundled up like Eskimos, we braved the flying flakes and spent the day on skis or built snowmen.

Last week the stars aligned. Mother Nature dumped a foot of fluffy, new snow on a day when I had nothing (well almost nothing) urgent to do. But I did not dash off to the mountain or run out to make snow angels. Nope! I must confess I’ve become a bit of a fair weather skier. At least a decade ago, I decided I’d had enough of skiing in whiteouts with snow wiping across my cheeks and creeping down my neck.

So when the going got rough and snow piled up higher and higher, this tough girl stayed home. I spent most of the day warm and cozy in the kitchen. What choice did I have? It was either cook or spend the day filing and April 15th is still a long way away.

Blame it on the cauliflower. While wandering through the supermarket to stock up before the storm, I spotted a very big, very beautiful cauliflower. It was flawless, absolutely gorgeous. I was helpless. Seduced by its charms, I couldn’t leave it behind. With the snow coming down fast and furious, it only seemed right to turn that cauliflower into something stupendous. Plus I was in a pasta kind of mood. Which is nothing new; I’ve been in a pasta kind of mood since I was five. Maybe four but I can’t remember that far back.

If you have never tried them together, cauliflower and pasta are wonderful. Toss roasted cauliflower with a little olive oil, garlic and spicy pepper flakes, a hint of anchovies and long ribbons of fettuccine. Finish it off with a dusting of parmesan and enjoy! And when it’s really snowy and cold why not bake up a decadent mac and cheese. After all, you’ll definitely need it to warm up once you’ve finally finished shoveling and digging out from the storm.

Enjoy the snow, stay warm and bon appétit!

Mac & Cheese with Cauliflower & Bacon
A warm and cozy dinner for a cold and stormy night. Enjoy!
Serves 6

6 ounces bacon, chopped
Pinch (or to taste) chili flakes
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
1 large cauliflower, cut in florets
Olive oil
1 medium red onion, cut in half length-wise and then in thin wedges
2 garlic cloves, chopped
3 tablespoons dry sherry
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
2 cups whole milk
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
Pinch ground nutmeg
1 cup sour cream
6 ounces Fontina cheese, grated
6 ounces Cheddar cheese, grated
4 ounces (divided) Parmesan cheese, grated
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
12 ounces cellentani (double spirals), orecchiette, macaroni or other short sturdy pasta
1 cup bread crumbs
1 teaspoon dried Italian herbs

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Butter a large baking dish.

Cook the bacon in a heavy sauté pan over low heat until brown and crispy. Remove the bacon from the pan, drain on paper towels and reserve. Add the chili flakes to the pan and cook on low for 1-2 minutes. Turn off the heat and whisk the balsamic vinegar into the bacon fat.

Put the cauliflower in a large roasting pan, drizzle with the bacon fat-vinegar mixture and toss to combine. Roast the cauliflower at 375 degrees until golden and tender, 20-30 minutes. Remove from the oven and reserve.

While the cauliflower is roasting, heat a little olive in a sauté pan over medium heat, add the onion and cook until it starts to turn translucent. Add the garlic cook for 1-2 minutes more. Stir in the sherry and continue to cook for a few more minutes. Set aside.

Melt the butter in a heavy saucepan over medium heat. Add the flour and thyme and cook, whisking for 1 minute. Slowly whisk in the milk. Bring to a simmer over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat to low and simmer, whisking often, until the sauce thickens, about 5 minutes. Remove from the heat, whisk in the mustard and nutmeg. Stir in the Fontina, Cheddar and half the Parmesan. Whisk in the sour cream, check for seasoning and add salt and pepper to taste.

Meanwhile, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the pasta and cook according to package directions, less 1 minute. Drain the pasta and return it to the pot. Add the bacon, cauliflower, onions and cheese sauce, gently toss to combine and pour into the prepared baking dish.

Bake for 20 minutes at 375 degrees. Sprinkle the crumbs over the pasta and bake for another 10-15 minutes, until it is bubbly and golden brown and serve.

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Deep Freeze & Fettuccine with Escarole, Radicchio & Mushrooms

So here’s another one … you know you live in New Hampshire when 13° feels positively balmy. And yes, that’s even if a thick layer of clouds is hiding the sun. That’s how relieved we are that the mercury has crept above zero. Okay, maybe I exaggerate. We all know the temperature needs to climb to at least 20° before we get out our shorts and flip-flops.

Last week’s deep freeze was more than enough to challenge the most diehard New Englander and outdoor enthusiast. I include myself in both these categories, priding myself on my Yankee roots and my inbred tenacity to get out and about despite the cold. (Tenacity sounds much better than stubbornness doesn’t it?)

This is not to say that I am not occasionally forced to throw in the towel and admit defeat. There are those days, happily few and far between, when work, the cold or rain get the best of me. Hey, I may be tough but I’ve got a mortgage to pay and I’m not made of steel (or arctic fleece and Goretex).

My latest ploy to beat Mother Nature at her bone-chilling game is snowshoeing. Snowshoeing keeps you in constant motion and warm, even on the coldest day. Happily, unlike many sports (golf, sailing, skiing, to name a few), it does not require a big investment in equipment, lessons or time.

Lucky me, I hit the snowshoe jackpot at a summer sale at L.L. Bean’s and was equipped for a song. Next, I dug out an old pair of hiking boots and cross country ski poles. Bundled up in long underwear, fleece sweat pants, a warm jacket, hat and mittens, I’m ready to go. What I may lack in glamour or style, I certainly make up in enthusiasm and panache.

Snowshoeing does not require a whole heck of a lot of training or skill. Let me qualify that. It doesn’t require a lot of skill if, like me, you’re in pretty decent shape with little or no inclination to join the elite racing circuit. I’m happy to plod along and let others dash and dart around the trees. My lack of ambition is probably a good thing since I’ve been known to stumble when attempting to walk and chew gum at the same time.

As long as you can put one foot in front of the other you can probably snowshoe. I have found that it helps if you remember to pick up your feet and put them back down heel-to-toe. When I get tired, I have a tendency to do a sort of foot-dragging shuffle which invariably sends me end over tea kettle. But not to worry, the snow is soft so the only thing I’ve managed to hurt so far is my pride.

At least for those of us that live in the country, snowshoeing is terribly convenient. I may not have a Starbucks or two or three within walking distance of my backdoor but there are several snowshoe trails within a mile or two of my house. I don’t think I will ever get tired of the lake and woods or bored by the beautiful views.

All that said; I recently discovered that it could get too cold to snowshoe. Maybe not for every diehard New Englander, but alas, this outdoor enthusiast does have her limits. One day last week, I woke up to find the thermometer in my kitchen window was hovering at -20°. For maybe a nanosecond I thought about a quick jaunt through the woods on my snowshoes. Then caution and commonsense, or maybe it was sloth, quickly took over. It seems that when the going gets rough, this tough girl goes to the movies.

Enjoy the snow, stay warm and bon appétit!

Fettuccine with Escarole, Radicchio and Mushrooms
The escarole and radicchio give this dish a bit of color and bite, the mushrooms add a nice woodsy flavor and the cheeses add richness. All in all, a wonderful combination! Enjoy!
Makes 6 servings

1 pound mushrooms wiped clean and stemmed
Olive oil
Balsamic vinegar
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
1 small red onion, cut in half lengthwise and then in thin wedges
4 cloves garlic, finely chopped
Red pepper flakes to taste
1 teaspoon anchovy paste
1 small head of escarole, quartered and cut into thin ribbons
1 small head of radicchio, quartered and cut into thin ribbons
12 ounces fettuccine
Freshly grated parmesan and pecorino cheeses

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Put the mushrooms in a large, ovenproof skillet, toss with 1-2 tablespoons olive oil and 1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar and season with salt and pepper. Roast, cup side up, for 15 minutes. Turn the caps over and roast for an additional 5-10 minutes or until the mushrooms are nicely browned and shrunken. Remove from the oven. When the mushrooms are cool enough to handle, cut in large strips and reserve, keeping warm.

While the mushrooms are roasting, put 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large heavy skillet, add the onion, garlic and red pepper flakes and cook over low heat until the onion is translucent. Stir in 1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar and the anchovy paste and cook for a minute or two more. Add the escarole and radicchio, season with salt and pepper, toss to combine and cook, stirring, until wilted.

Meanwhile, cook the pasta according to package directions less 1 minute. Drain the pasta, reserving a little of the pasta cooking water. Add the pasta and a little pasta water to the escarole and radicchio; toss together, cover and cook for a minute or two over medium-low heat. If the pasta seems dry, add a little more of the pasta liquid.

Transfer the pasta to a large platter or individual plates, top with sliced mushrooms, sprinkle grated cheese and serve immediately.

If you are short on time you can sauté the mushrooms in the olive oil with the onions. However, roasting intensifies the mushrooms woodsy taste, so roast them if you can.

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Snow Days & French Lentil Soup

When I was a kid, no time was more exciting, more packed with tension than the day before a snowstorm. Okay maybe Christmas and Halloween, but when snow was in the forecast, the house positively buzzed. It was more than anticipation for a great ski weekend. When my sister and I were little it was the fun of having an unexpected vacation day. It was a chance to play in the snow, fly down a neighbor’s hill on our sleds, make snow angels and build snowmen and forts. And then return home cold, wet and tired to warm up with hot chocolate. When we were teenagers it was the chance to sleep in and laze around the house, with or without hot chocolate.

I lived in California for a few years and always felt sorry for the kids there. They never get a snow day. Those poor children know nothing of the anticipation of an approaching nor’easter. They’ve never spent a night pacing back and forth to their bedroom windows and peered out hopefully, desperate to see if flakes are falling. Even worse, they’ve never woken up to the pure joy of a surprise storm and an unexpected day off.

In New England anticipation starts early, before the first wintry clouds begin to gather. Days before a big snow is due to (maybe or maybe not) hit, the weather people roll out their maps. They track each storm as it slowly travels east or north. As the storm moves closer, they positively dance with excitement. A nor’easter is a New England weather person’s time to shine. From breaking news to special reports, we follow their every word. On the edge of our seats, we watch the story unfold with bated breath.

As a kid, whenever a storm was on the way, I’d spend the afternoon and evening bouncing back and forth to every window in the house. I’d check to see if snow was falling in the front yard, the back yard or in the yard next door. I’d dither about my homework and usually spent more time worrying and wondering if I should do it than actually working on my assignments.

Eventually, my mother would send me off to bed. Sleep never came easy. My self-appointed job as watchman was not done just because a few flakes had finally started to fall. No, my vigilance continued. Those first flakes only answered the questions of if and when; not how much. I spent the rest of the night worrying if we would be blessed with several inches of fluffy white stuff or left with little more than a dusting. This final question was the most compelling, definitely on a par with the riddle of Sphinx and the mystery of the Lost Colony at Roanoke. It kept me awake on many snowy and a few not-so-snowy nights.

Tossing and turning, my ears were highly tuned to pick up any sound of an approaching snowplow. Throughout the night, the streetlight outside my bedroom window allowed me to keep tabs on the snow. Not once but several times, I’d crawl out from under my warm covers and, fingers crossed, check on the storm.

Finally morning arrived; time to discover if our world was blanketed in deep snow. And then out we’d go … bounding off to the sledding hill or trudging off to school.

Enjoy the next snow day and bon appétit!

French Lentil Soup
There’s nothing like hearty lentil soup on a snow day. Make a big batch, enjoy some now and freeze the rest for the next snowy day.
Makes about 8 quarts

Olive oil
1 large onion, chopped
2 leeks, white and light green parts only, chopped
5-6 stalks celery, chopped
5 carrots, chopped
4 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 teaspoon ground cumin
Pinch chili powder
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper
1 pound bone-in chicken breasts, skin and visible fat removed
4-5 quarts chicken stock
1 pound lentils
3 cups (28-ounce can) crushed tomatoes
1/2 cup dry red wine
1 pound kielbasa, cut in quarters lengthwise and then in 1/2-inch thick pieces
About 8 ounces baby spinach

Heat a little olive oil in a large stockpot over medium heat. Add the onions, leeks, celery, carrots and garlic, sprinkle with thyme, cumin and chili powder, season with salt and pepper to taste and sauté for 15-20 minutes.

Add the chicken and enough chicken stock to cover. Raise the heat and bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer until the chicken is cooked through, about 20 minutes; remove the chicken and reserve.

Add the remaining chicken stock, red wine, tomatoes and lentils, season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer uncovered for 30 minutes or until the lentils are cooked through and tender.

Remove the chicken from the bones and shred or cut into bite sized pieces. Add the chicken and kielbasa to the soup and simmer until they are heated through. Add the spinach and continue to simmer until it wilts. Check for seasoning and serve.

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This soup is much better if it is prepared in advance. Let the soup cool to room temperature, cover and store in the refrigerator for several hours or up to a couple of days.

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One Year Ago – Spicy Chicken Noodle Soup

Two Years Ago – My Favorite Chili

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Warm Up with Wonderful Pasta & Puttanesca Sauce

Snow is gently falling and frigid temperatures are in the forecast. How will you stay warm this weekend? I’ve got snowshoeing on the agenda and pasta on the menu!

Ooohhhh the possibilities … here are a few:

Linguine with Sun-dried Tomato Pesto & Roasted Eggplant for a taste of sunny Sicily on a frigid weekend.

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Or enjoy the earthy goodness of Ravioli & Sage Pesto.

Why not indulge with soup, the definition of comfort, with Raviolis in Broth with Meatballs & Escarole.

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Misery loves company – invite your friends in to warm up with Penne with Chicken & Mushrooms or Four Cheese Lasagna Bolognese with Spinach.

Or try this quick and easy

Sauce Puttanesca 
A quick and easy sauce – straight from the pantry and great with spaghetti or linguine!

Makes about 4 cups

Olive oil
1 medium onion, thinly sliced
1/2 teaspoon or to taste chili pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon dried Italian herbs
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper
3 garlic cloves, minced 
2 teaspoons anchovy paste
1/2 cup dry white wine
3 cups (28 ounce can) crushed tomatoes
1 bay leaf
10 – 12 black oil-cured, Greek or Niçoise olives, drained, pitted and if Greek olives cut in quarters, if Niçoise cut in half
1 tablespoon capers, drained
Spaghetti or linguine (about 2 ounces per person)
Pecorino Romano cheese, grated
1 tablespoon chopped, fresh basil (optional – don’t go out in a blizzard if you don’t have it on hand!) 1 tablespoon chopped, fresh parsley (optional – see above!)

Heat a little olive oil in a medium saucepan. Add the onion, chili pepper and dried herbs to the skillet and cook over medium heat, stirring, until the onion is translucent, about 5 minutes.

Add the garlic and anchovy paste and cook for another minute.

Add the wine and bring to a boil. Stir in the tomatoes, bay leaf, capers and olives. Reduce heat to low and simmer, uncovered, stirring occasionally, for 15-20 minutes.

While the sauce is simmering, cook the pasta according to package directions less 1 minute.

Drain the pasta, reserving a little of the pasta water.  Add enough sauce to coat but not drown the pasta and toss. Add a little of the pasta water if the pasta seems dry. Cover and cook on low heat for 1-2 minutes to combine the flavors.

Put the pasta in a large serving bowl or individual pasta bowls, sprinkle with chopped basil and parsley and serve with grated Pecorino Romano cheese.

Enjoy and bon appétit!

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Facing South & Braised Red Cabbage

This week I have an important message for everyone who is buying a house or thinking about buying a house. Well maybe not everyone but anyone who is thinking of buying a house in New Hampshire or some other cold and snowy place. There are three and only three words to remember: South Facing Driveway.

Forget about bargains, distress sales and foreclosures. Don’t be seduced by granite countertops, stainless steel appliances or those timeless and tasteful subway tiles. Stay strong; don’t be swayed by a brand new roof, almost new furnace and dry basement. Ignore the screen porch in the back, the view of Kearsarge, the lake access and the wonderful neighbors. It doesn’t matter if your best friend since second grade lives next door. In snowy New Hampshire, all those things are secondary, hardly significant when compared to a south facing driveway.

I learned this lesson long enough ago to forget it. Years ago on Trinity Court, the Maclaren’s or maybe it was McLaren or MacClaren, bought the north facing house across the street. They were from Minnesota or Michigan or Wisconsin, one of those cold northern states in the middle of the country so they should have known better. Their first winter was a comedy of slipping and sliding errors.

Sometime before Christmas the first snow fell. After the storm they did nothing. Nada, zip, not a gosh darn thing. They left the nice, fluffy, white snow in their driveway. Meanwhile, my dad got out his snow blower and quickly cleared both our drive and walk. If he left any frozen bits and bobs behind, they quickly melted in the winter sun.

Within a week a new storm, this time a nasty combination of snow, ice and rain, turned the Maclaren’s still snowy drive into an icy, rutted mess. Over on the sunny side of the street, all was melted and gone within a few hours. Throughout the winter we watched our neighbors slip and slide in and out of their garage. A few times their two teenage boys were sent outside to listlessly chip away at the icy mess.

The lesson here? You’re on your own with a north-facing driveway. Expect no mercy or relief from Mother Nature. The next year the Maclaren’s were hyper vigilant. From the first storm to the last, at all times of the day and night, they were out there doing battle with shovels, a snow blower and bag after bag of salt and sand.

I bought my house on a warm, sunny day in June. If I even thought about it (which I didn’t) I was completely unperturbed that the house faced north and maybe ever so slightly east. For most of my adult life I had been living in places with far less (if any) snow than New Hampshire. Snow was something you drove to, to ski on and enjoy; not to shovel or worry about.
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Five months later the first storm of the season hit. Only then did it dawn on me. I would spend every winter for the rest of my life (or at least as long as I own this house) like the Maclaren’s; fighting every flake. I can be optimistic. I can be chipper and cheerful. It doesn’t matter. There will always be one worry I can’t leave my on the doorstep. I don’t live on the sunny side of the street.

Bon appétit!

Braised Red Cabbage
Red cabbage is one of those side dishes that no one makes anymore but everyone loves. Braised in red wine and a little vinegar, it is great comfort food on a cold winter night. It goes beautifully with roast pork or duck, a pot roast or a brisket. Enjoy!
Serves 6

2 – 2 1/2 pounds red cabbage, quartered, cored and thinly sliced
2 red onions, cut in half lengthwise and then in thin wedges
2 tablespoon brown sugar
3 – 4 tablespoons butter, cut in small pieces
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
1 1/2 cups dry red wine
1/2 cup red wine vinegar

Put the cabbage, onion, brown sugar and butter in heavy large pot, season with salt and pepper and toss to combine.

Add the wine and vinegar; cover and bring to a simmer over medium-high heat. Reduce heat to low and cook, stirring occasionally, for about an hour or until the cabbage is tender. Adjust seasonings to taste and serve.

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One Year Ago – Apple Bread Pudding
Two Years Ago – Root ‘n’ Tooty Good ‘n’ Fruity Oatmeal Cookies

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You Know It’s Winter in New Hampshire When … & Tartiflette

Yes, we’ve heard all the jokes about living in New England and New Hampshire. There are countless references to the Patriots and the Red Sox. You know you are a New Englander if you named your dog Brady or Fenway. Or if you learned about the Curse of the Bambino in history class, right along with /instead of the Battle of Gettysburg.

A few have the audacity to malign our culinary expertise. You know you are from New Hampshire if you only have three spices in your cupboard: salt, pepper and ketchup. Or if you have not one but several recipes for moose in your repertoire. That’s moose as in the big animal with antlers not mousse as in chocolate.

But most jokes about New England focus on both the duration and intensity of our winters. You know you live in New Hampshire if your local Dairy Queen opens in May and shuts down in September. Or if you’ve taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard, keep an ice scraper in your car year-round or consider six inches of snow nothing more than a dusting.

These jokes maligning our Yankee winter all seem to overlook the January Thaw. As in, you know you are in New Hampshire when you wake up one grey and misty January morning and it’s a balmy 40, maybe even 50 degrees. The January Thaw is not a figment of our collective imaginations but a well observed if unexplained phenomenon. The likes of the Blue Hill Meteorological Observatory has studied it. The Old Farmer’s Almanac, the definitive source for all things New England and all things weather, has reported it.

What would life be like without the January Thaw? Well, you’d miss that mid-winter glimpse of your neighbor’s knees. Who else but a New Englander would don shorts as soon as the thermometer crept above freezing? Or ride around in a convertible with the top down to stay cool during a 40 degree heat wave? That’s 40 degrees Fahrenheit not Celsius.

Unfortunately, the Thaw is frequently accompanied by rain. So without the Thaw, you’d miss the excitement of ice dams and leaks in the attic, a flooded garage or damp basement. On the other hand, you would be spared the annoying moaning and groaning of your skier friends lamenting, “if only it was 5 degrees colder … we coulda had a foot of powder.”

The rain is invariably followed by a bone-chilling, blast of cold air. Without this duo of Thaw and arctic freeze, those same moaning and groaning skiers would be robbed of the thrills, chills and spills of traversing an ice covered mountain. Thank goodness, we are both a hardy and cheerful bunch. Who else but a New Englander would spend a day slipping and sliding over thick sheets of pearl-grey ice? And then shrug, smile and call it hard packed powder?

It would be nice to think that after New Year’s balmy temps and subsequent return to chilly normalcy, we’d be done with the Thaw. Unfortunately, more often than not, we have a rainy Thaw not once but twice (even, heaven forbid, three times) before the end of February. Once we get into March, we stop calling it a Thaw and start calling it Mud Season.

Until then, for skiers all over New Hampshire, please, let it snow. Bon appétit!

Tartiflette
I discovered tartiflette when I lived in Europe. This hearty French dish is great after a long day on the slopes battling the ice, wind and snow. If you can’t find Reblochon, try substituting Fontina, Port Salut or Raclette cheese. Enjoy!
Serves at least 6

2 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes, cleaned, cut in quarters and then sliced about 1/2-inch thick
8 ounces lean thick-cut bacon, roughly chopped
2 good size leeks (white and pale green parts only), chopped
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
8 ounces reblochon cheese, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon thyme
Pinch ground nutmeg
3/4 cup sour cream

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter a large, oven proof casserole dish.

Sauté the bacon in a large skillet over medium heat until lightly browned. Remove the bacon from the pan and reserve. Pour off all but 1-2 tablespoons of the bacon fat. Add the leeks, onions and garlic; sauté for about 5 minutes.

Put the potatoes, bacon, leeks, onions, garlic and cheese in the casserole. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, paprika, thyme and nutmeg and toss. Add the sour cream and toss.

Cover and bake for 45 minutes. Remove the cover and continue baking until the potatoes are cooked through and top is brown, about 15 minutes more.

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One Year Ago – Four Cheese Lasagna Bolognese with Spinach
Two Years Ago – Curried Chicken and Lentil Soup

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Let It Snow! & Hot White Chocolate

In spite of my dreams, Christmas could hardly be described as white this year. Barely more than a dusting, we had to wait for another special holiday for snow. My dad’s birthday is two days after Christmas. While any day is a good day for a birthday, let’s face it some are better than others. And December 27th does not qualify as one of those better days. Still Dad did get a generous gift from the gods this year, more than a foot of snow. Since he gave up skiing more than a decade ago, I’m not sure if he was really, truly appreciative of Mother Nature’s gift.

Before he became a snowbird and ditched skiing in favor of sunny games of golf in Florida, Dad was an enthusiastic skier. He was ten when Santa gave him his first pair of skis. He was so excited he slept with them on Christmas night. Since no one in his family skied, at fourteen, he finagled his way into the local ski club. Finagled because he was the youngest member ever; by at least three or four years. A couple of times every winter, he hopped on the snow train with the rest of the club and headed to Vermont or New Hampshire for a weekend of skiing.

After college, real life and other responsibilities kept getting in the way of his skiing. His trips north became more and more infrequent, especially after my sister and I came into the picture. Then he hit upon a brilliant idea, why not combine fatherhood with his long time passion. With my sister’s enthusiastic support, he got his two little girls skis for Christmas. I was seven, Brenda was nine.

I don’t remember sleeping with my skis. In fact, I must confess I did a lot of complaining in the first few years. More often than not it was the cold but lugging my skis across an icy parking lot, too-tight boots and the terrifying rope tow were all high on my hit list of complaints. However, Dad turned a deaf ear and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Every Saturday and Sunday morning, he bundled us into the car and drove about an hour north and west to an apple orchard that doubled as a ski hill in winter. He taught us how to snowplow and guided us through our first rides on the perilous rope tow.

From day one Brenda stayed on the slopes for hours. She was fearless, grabbing hold of the death-defying rope and hurtling down the slopes. Not me. I got the après ski thing down early and spent as much time as possible sipping hot chocolate in front of the fire. Eventually I must have realized that these weekend forays onto the slopes were not going away. Or maybe I got a new pair of boots, ones that actually fit, or a parka that was good to 20 below. Maybe my dad refused to give me another quarter for cocoa or I just got bored sitting in the lodge. Whatever the reason, within a year or two, I stopped whining and figured out that skiing was actually lots of fun. Or at least more fun than sitting in the noisy lodge with its overpowering scent of wet wool, wood smoke and fermenting apples.

And so with apologies to the thousands who were stranded in airports last week, I shout with delight and enthusiasm, “Let it snow!”

Have a bright and snowy New Year! Bon appétit!

Hot White Chocolate
A grown up and more luxurious version of an old après-ski favorite! Serve this sinful hot chocolate instead of dessert on a cold and blustery night. Enjoy!
Makes 4 small servings

1 strip of orange peel
1/2 cup whole milk
1/2 cup half-and-half
2 ounces white chocolate, chopped
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 cup or to taste Grand Marnier (optional)

Use a vegetable peeler to cut a strip of peel from an orange about 2-3 inches long. Use a very sharp peeler to ensure you only get the orange part of the peel. The white pith is bitter.

Put the orange peel, milk and half-and-half in a saucepan over medium heat and heat until just below the simmering point. Remove the pan from the heat and add the white chocolate. Let the warm milk and cream sit for about 10 minutes to steep the orange and melt the chocolate.

Remove the orange peel and whisk to combine. Reheat to steaming, whisk in the vanilla and Grand Marnier. Pour into espresso cups and serve.

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One Year Ago – Moroccan Spiced Chickpea Soup

Two Years Ago – Penne Gratin

What are your favorite Christmas traditions and memories? I’d love to hear from you! Let’s get a conversation going. To make a comment, just click on Comments below. I’d be delighted to add you to the growing list of blog subscribers. To subscribe: just scroll back up, fill in your email address and click on the Sign Me Up button. You’ll get an email asking you to confirm your subscription … confirm and you will automatically receive a new story and recipe every week.

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