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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQns6fip7ImA9WxBTFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533</id><updated>2009-12-11T09:41:03.516-05:00</updated><title>My Carolina Kitchen</title><subtitle type="html">A companion to my newspaper food column "From My Carolina Kitchen"</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/GQKV" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANRH8_cSp7ImA9WxBTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5443502424630976193</id><published>2009-12-08T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:59:55.149-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T09:59:55.149-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spiced Wine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gluhwein" /><title>German Gluhwein</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SWXs7KB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x294e36An7s/s1600-h/gluhwein+in+Reidel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SWXs7KB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x294e36An7s/s400/gluhwein+in+Reidel.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288893838465040962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years ago my husband and I celebrated Christmas in Germany. While we were strolling through the Marienplatz in Munich at the Christmas Market, known as Christkindlmarkt, we noticed that everyone seemed to be drinking a warm wine from cups. My husband asked a gentleman, in his best German, “&lt;i&gt;Was ist das&lt;/i&gt;?” or what is that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Gluhwein&lt;/i&gt;,” the man answered, except to our ears it sounded like “glue-something.” Not easily intimidated, my husband asked other passersby, hoping we could understand what they were saying. It continued to sound like glue, so he finally went up to a street vendor selling this glue-sounding drink, mumbled his best pronunciation and pointed to people that were drinking it. We were served a delicious warm drink that we later learned was Gluhwein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The easiest way to make Gluhwein is to buy the German spice bags, which we brought home with us from that trip, and heat them in red wine. However, that was many years ago and I’ve run out of my stash of spice bags. Fortunately we don’t live very far from Helen, a lovely German town in north Georgia,  and it’s worth a trip there to get them. If you can’t find the bags, here is our version of the mulled wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;German Gluhwein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This recipe was translated by a friend from a German cookbook, written, of course, in German.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ to ¾ cup of sugar, depending on your taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 quart of red wine, such as a Merlot or Shiraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 stick of cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 lemon slices, plus more for garnish if you wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sugar syrup by heating the water and sugar in a saucepan. Bring to a boil to dissolve the sugar. Add remaining ingredients and return to a boil. Remove from heat and discard cinnamon stick, lemon slices and cloves and serve warm. Garnish with fresh lemon slices if you wish. Serves 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to check out Cathy's Gluhwein at &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewiveswithknives.blogspot.com/2009/12/gluhwein-holiday-tradition.html"&gt;Wives with Knives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. We both love Gluhwein and her photographs, as well as her blog, are gorgeous. She was able to purchase Ghuhwein at a Holiday market at a German American School. She lives in Oregon and German stores and deli's there also have it, so keep an eye out if you don't want to make your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Portions of this post were taken from the Archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5443502424630976193?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5443502424630976193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5443502424630976193&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5443502424630976193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5443502424630976193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/german-gluhwein-or-hot-spiced-wine.html" title="German Gluhwein" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SWXs7KB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x294e36An7s/s72-c/gluhwein+in+Reidel.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCRHoyfyp7ImA9WxBTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-294100848260647905</id><published>2009-12-04T21:15:00.045-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:34:25.497-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-05T07:34:25.497-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cocktail Parties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Me" /><title>Childhood Christmas Memories</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkqPMGuswI/AAAAAAAABTI/EaCBhrJB7GY/s1600-h/Santa+3+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkqPMGuswI/AAAAAAAABTI/EaCBhrJB7GY/s400/Santa+3+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411402867698217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beverly of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is our hostess for Pink Saturday and this week she’s asked us to post about our childhood memories of Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in Warren, a small town in southeastern Arkansas, and my family had a jewelry store where I worked at Christmas from the time I could barely see over the counter until I left home after graduating from college to pursue my own career. My grandfather Weiss left Kansas at the turn of the century and arrived in Warren on a horse-drawn buggy after riding the Cotton Belt Railroad to the end of the line in a nearby dusty Arkansas town. On arrival in 1905 he found three newly established lumber mills and decided that they would insure a growing town, so he took his diamond ring and used it to finance his dream of owning his own jewelry store.  He was also an Optician and a fine watchmaker and it wasn’t unusual in that day for a jeweler to be an Optician as well. A few years later he married my grandmother Turner, a local girl. Her grandfather was one of the original pioneer families that came directly to the Arkansas territory when their ship landed from England in the early 1840’s at Charleston Harbor in South Carolina. My father followed in my grandfather’s footsteps and was an Optometrist as well as a jeweler. His store was a fixture on the square in Warren for seventy-five years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weiss Jewelry was considered to be a Guild Jewelry store, meaning it sold fine jewelry such as diamonds, watches, gem stones, clocks, sterling silver, leaded crystal, fine bone china, Dresden Porcelains, as well as novelties and top quality costume jewelry. During the roaring twenties the store stocked brilliant comb sets that flappers desired and brides counted their friends by the cut glass wedding presents they received from Weiss Jewelry. During the Great Depression my grandfather saved every silver dollar that was spent in his store, knowing the sacrifice the person made to part with such a valuable coin during hard times to buy a loved one a special gift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkpzerZvqI/AAAAAAAABTA/oLg--Xv-AgU/s1600-h/Weiss+Jewelers+1+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkpzerZvqI/AAAAAAAABTA/oLg--Xv-AgU/s400/Weiss+Jewelers+1+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411402391647534754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo of Weiss Jewelry circa 1930’s with my grandfather in the foreground and my father in back with customers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every July my father went to the Dallas Merchandise Mart to purchase for the Christmas season. He took great pride in decorating his windows for Christmas and the Santa above, shown on my mantle at home,  is a perfect example of one he might have chosen for his windows. He also had exquisite taste and wanted each present from his store to represent an elegant gift. It had to be wrapped (at no cost to his customer of course) in expensive foil paper, tied with a gorgeous bow, and be a thing of great beauty for the giver to present to the lucky recipient. A gift from Weiss Jewelry was meant to stand out among all of the others. As a young person, I was a junior bow maker and later, as a teenager, I “graduated” to the back-up gift wrapper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jewelry business has an unspoken rule about gifts, much like a confidentially agreement with a lawyer or accountant.  For example, if Doctor So-in-so comes in and looks at an expensive diamond watch, the jeweler would never say, “Your wife Helen would love that.” Just as your accountant knows your income, your jeweler knows about the other woman. Confidentially is a lesson I learned at an early age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you have ever worked in retailing, you know that it’s made up of very long hours and hard work during Christmas. I remember going to the post office on Christmas Day with my father after we had opened our own presents at home to see what had arrived a bit late that needed to be gift-wrapped and delivered by us at the last minute to a waiting customer. During the season my parents were always exhausted and, as a child, Christmas just meant hard work and long hours to my family. My parents missed the rounds of holiday cocktail parties and social events. My mother decorated our house on Thanksgiving Day, took my sister and myself to the big city the next day to shop for our gifts, and worked at the store for the remainder of the season. On Christmas day right after dinner, she took our tree down and put away all of the Christmas decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Why don’t we leave our tree up like other families do?” I asked my mother one year. “They don’t take theirs down until after January first.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I guess I’m just sick of seeing it, Sissy,” she said. “I’ve had enough of Christmas.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I would never follow in their footsteps, but of course I did. After college I went into a management training program of a large Federated Department store in Texas and worked long and tiring hours just like my parents. At Christmas time all I could think of was going home and putting my feet up because they were killing me and I was exhausted. As a young bride, it’s amazing my husband put up with me. From the day after Thanksgiving until early January I was either at work or asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through my childhood I promised myself that when I grew up, if I didn’t work in retailing at Christmas, I would throw the biggest, most elaborate party I could and invite all of my friends. And I would also keep my Christmas tree up until January like everyone else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkpORbZobI/AAAAAAAABS4/itLK_bhvAbA/s1600-h/Martha+Vick+Exterior+enlarged+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkpORbZobI/AAAAAAAABS4/itLK_bhvAbA/s400/Martha+Vick+Exterior+enlarged+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411401752435597746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo from the Martha Vick website of the exterior of the mansion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years later my husband Meakin and I lived in Vicksburg, Mississippi. It was in the late eighties, with my retail career was behind me and a job with more civilized hours, we decided it was time to have our first “big” Christmas cocktail party. We had just remodeled a darling but tiny cottage on Confederate Avenue in the old Civil War Military Park. Although it was lovely, it was much too small to host a cocktail party of the size I had in mind. I was fulfilling a dream and my list consisted of at least fifty people. Fortunately two of our friends had a beautiful home that specialized in hosting big parties and they were both gourmets themselves. Our friends Bill and David owned &lt;a href="http://www.marthavickhouse.com/"&gt;The Martha Vick House&lt;/a&gt;, a gorgeous one story Greek Revival antebellum mansion on Grove Street that they had lovingly restored. Dating back to 1830, it was built by Martha, the daughter of the city’s founder, Newett Vick, and constructed of beautiful hand-made pink bricks with plaster covering the inside walls. I thought it was the perfect setting for the big cocktail party of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicksburg is a black-tie kind of town and Bill and David know how to throw a big bash. Out comes their huge set of antique Havilland fine bone china and gobs of brightly polished sterling silver. They set up an elaborate buffet table in the dining room complete with lots of silver candlesticks holding tall glowing tapers. A florist friend artfully composed a gorgeous holiday creation for the center of the table. The food that evening included a large footed, ornate cut glass bowl overflowing with jumbo Creole shrimp that had marinated in a garlicky paprika Remoulade sauce. A large holiday ham glazed with bourbon and brown sugar sat high on a pedestal on a large silver tray with sliced freshly roasted turkey breast below it accompanied by homemade biscuits for making your own sandwich, a bowl of spicy pickled Black-eyed Pea Caviar (here’s &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/eat-black-eyed-peas-on-new-years-day.html"&gt;my version&lt;/a&gt;) surrounded by dark party ryes, Tuzzi dip (a cheesy, spicy sausage mix) with crispy chips, asparagus spears decoratively placed on a tray with an aioli dipping sauce in a small Paul Revere silver bowl, a generous platter of Vicksburg tomato sandwiches (no party in Vicksburg was ever considered complete without tomato sandwiches and homemade mayonnaise) and piles of decadent, rich crème puffs and tiny pistachio wafers, both handcrafted by Bill. I'm sorry I don't have a photograph of our Christmas buffet, but below is a spring dinner party in the dining room of the Martha Vick House so you can get a feel for the dining room and see the lovely antique china and glasswear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sxko0ZoqrdI/AAAAAAAABSw/oFh0CW6WU-Q/s1600-h/Martha+Vick+Dining+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sxko0ZoqrdI/AAAAAAAABSw/oFh0CW6WU-Q/s400/Martha+Vick+Dining+Room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411401307962125778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo of a spring dinner party in the dining room from the Martha Vick website&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time we belonged to a private club in town, so we hired two of the bartenders we knew from there to tend bar. It was great because they knew what everyone’s favorite cocktail was - who wanted their martini extra dry or up, who drank scotch &amp;amp; soda, and which lady loved gimlets. This was in the day that people had cocktail parties at home. Today many people entertain their friends in a bar or restaurant after work and everyone comes casually dressed and drinks wine or beer. It also seems that no one has their own special drink anymore. I truly miss these kinds of cocktail parties. There’s something special and elegant about getting all dressed up and sharing cocktails and chit chatting with your friends at home (even if it is someone else’s home) that you can’t duplicate in a restaurant or bar. But - the very best part of this particular party was all we had to do was arrive on the night of the party dressed and ready to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkoMqBpHlI/AAAAAAAABSo/stUSgAuwlxs/s1600-h/Martha+Vick+party+bartenders+enlarged+2+A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkoMqBpHlI/AAAAAAAABSo/stUSgAuwlxs/s400/Martha+Vick+party+bartenders+enlarged+2+A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411400625167081042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo of a cocktail party from the Martha Vick website&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that same period of time one of my recipes won the National Catfish Contest. Our friend Laurin, the Foods Editor of the local paper, called requesting an interview and pictures for the paper. As we visited, she said, “Sam, I assumed you didn’t know how to cook because you and Meakin always throw catered parties.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Laurin, I think catered parties are the very best way to have a big cocktail bash for fifty or so of your best friends and I highly recommend it for a busy lifestyle, even if you do know how to cook. All you do is arrive a wee bit early, have a cocktail and relax with the owners Bill and David. When the door bell rings, greet your friends warmly while dressed in your finest black-tie attire standing beside the lovely marble top table in the foyer with a huge Christmas tree loaded lights twinkling in the background.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sxkn-cuTDKI/AAAAAAAABSg/TNashIV-Z6I/s1600-h/Martha+Vick+Foyer+at+Christmas+enlarged+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sxkn-cuTDKI/AAAAAAAABSg/TNashIV-Z6I/s400/Martha+Vick+Foyer+at+Christmas+enlarged+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411400381078113442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo of the foyer during Christmas from the Martha Vick website &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But this is the most important part&lt;/i&gt; - have fun yourself instead of rushing around refilling the buffet or heating food in the kitchen. Mingle with your guests and enjoy the scrumptious food that someone else has prepared. After your last guests leaves, have a nightcap and discuss your plans for next year’s party and forget the dishes. Now &lt;i&gt;that’s&lt;/i&gt; my kind of cocktail party. I consider it my childhood Christmas dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For additional ideas on how to throw a cocktail party, including how to stock the bar, &lt;a href="http://www.southernaccents.com/entertaining/gracious-living/cocktail-hour-00400000034531/"&gt;Southern Accents&lt;/a&gt; can tell you everything you ever wanted to know. If you are ever in Vicksburg, Mississippi, The Martha Vick House is open for tours 364 days a year (closed for New Years Eve when they throw their own bash for friends).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be sure to drop by and say hello to Beverly at &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; where you’ll find links to other Pink Saturday bloggers and read about their childhood memories of Christmas. Happy Pink Saturday everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-294100848260647905?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/294100848260647905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=294100848260647905&amp;isPopup=true" title="41 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/294100848260647905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/294100848260647905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/12/childhood-christmas-memories.html" title="Childhood Christmas Memories" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxkqPMGuswI/AAAAAAAABTI/EaCBhrJB7GY/s72-c/Santa+3+A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">41</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERXY9eCp7ImA9WxNaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-8482971891021971514</id><published>2009-12-01T13:41:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:50:04.860-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T13:50:04.860-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkey" /><title>Shepherd’s Pie – a great way to use leftover turkey</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVkbot-dSI/AAAAAAAABRw/ib2HJ4QQo5s/s1600/Shepherd%27s+Pie+close-up+1+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVkbot-dSI/AAAAAAAABRw/ib2HJ4QQo5s/s400/Shepherd%27s+Pie+close-up+1+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340953305019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We typically have more leftovers from Thanksgiving than we know what to do with. Turkey sandwiches made with breast meat are one of our favorites, but the leftover dark meat is always a dilemma. Last year we made Turkey Hash (&lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/left-over-turkey-dilemma.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; in the archives) with a fried egg on top and it was delicious. Other years we’ve make a Turkey Curry, but this year we were in the mood for something different. I found a classic recipe for Shepherd’s Pie in &lt;i&gt;The Fannie Farmer Cookbook&lt;/i&gt; and substituted the dark meat from our turkey for the lamb, added a dash of sherry to the gravy, included corn and green peas, topped the mixture with the traditional mashed potato crust, but added a sprinkling of good Gruyere cheese at the end. Note, if fresh rosemary is not available, substitute dried thyme. Dried rosemary, in my opinion, can taste like dried twigs. A classic Shepherd’s Pie calls for leftover lamb or beef, but we thought the turkey gave it a current twist on a classic. It is an earthy, comfort food type of dish and would be good with other vegetables, such as carrots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently the Food Network is featuring quite a few recipes for Shepherd’s Pie on their &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/search/delegate.do?fnSearchString=shepherds+pie&amp;amp;fnSearchType=site"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. They’ve switched up ingredients and have used some creative twists. For example, one uses cornbread for a topping; another contains sweet potatoes. They are taking this classic, to quote them, from “familiar to fabulous.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVkMvUE18I/AAAAAAAABRo/MbtxeG1AWcA/s1600/Shepherd%27s+Pie+close-up+2+on+plate+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVkMvUE18I/AAAAAAAABRo/MbtxeG1AWcA/s400/Shepherd%27s+Pie+close-up+2+on+plate+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340697377396674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shepherd’s Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from The Fannie Farmer Cookbook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups chopped cooked turkey meat, preferably a combination of light &amp;amp; dark meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 medium onion, finely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large clove garlic, peeled and chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons chopped fresh rosemary (do not substitute dried rosemary) or 1 teaspoon dried thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tablespoons butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ to ½ cup beef broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dash of dry sherry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup cooked corn kernels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup cooked small English peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 medium potatoes, cooked and mashed (about 3 cups)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup freshly grated Gruyere or Parmesan cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F. Sauté the chopped onion in a small bit of olive oil in a non-stick pan over medium-low heat until soft and beginning to brown. Season the onions with salt and pepper, then add the garlic and rosemary and cook a minute or two more. Remove from heat and set aside in a large bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chop the meat in a food processor until finely minced, but not turned into a paste, and remove from the processor and add the meat to the cooked onions and garlic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt the butter in a non-stick pan and stir in the flour. Cook for a few minutes until smooth and blended. Slowly add the beef broth. Stir and cook until the gray is thickened, cooking at least 5 minutes to get rid of the raw flour taste. If necessary, use an additional ¼ cup of broth if your sauce is too thick. Add a dash of dry sherry and cook a minute or two more. Add the meat mixture along with the corn and peas; stir to blend, and add salt and pepper to taste.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoon mixture into a casserole or individual soup dishes. Spread the mashed potatoes on top and cover to the edge of the casserole. Make a crisscross design with a fork. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until the meat is bubbling hot and the potatoes are browned. Top with the cheese and bake a few minutes more until cheese melts. Serves  4 to 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVjsynKJuI/AAAAAAAABRg/_oQjg9llEhI/s1600/Shepherd%27s+Pie+with+spoon+2+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVjsynKJuI/AAAAAAAABRg/_oQjg9llEhI/s400/Shepherd%27s+Pie+with+spoon+2+A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340148506928866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-8482971891021971514?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8482971891021971514/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=8482971891021971514&amp;isPopup=true" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8482971891021971514?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8482971891021971514?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shepherds-pie-great-way-to-use-leftover.html" title="Shepherd’s Pie – a great way to use leftover turkey" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SxVkbot-dSI/AAAAAAAABRw/ib2HJ4QQo5s/s72-c/Shepherd%27s+Pie+close-up+1+A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCQ3s5fSp7ImA9WxNaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-8797328782837652646</id><published>2009-11-25T16:08:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:17:42.525-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-30T15:17:42.525-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sweet Potatoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pie" /><title>Bahamian Sweet Potato Pie – a great stand-in for Pumpkin Pie for the holidays</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sw2h8QqWpTI/AAAAAAAABRI/8xN5lKFSig4/s1600/Sweet+Potato+Pie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sw2h8QqWpTI/AAAAAAAABRI/8xN5lKFSig4/s400/Sweet+Potato+Pie+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408156784178668850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year when we lived in the islands I couldn’t find canned pumpkin for pumpkin pie at the grocery store, so I substituted freshly cooked and mashed sweet potatoes for the pumpkin and it quickly became our favorite “pumpkin” pie. It can fool most tasters and when people compliment you on your pumpkin pie, just smile and say thanks. I’ve read this year that canned pumpkin is in short supply, so it is an excellent time to give this Bahamian Sweet Potato Pie a try. Feel free to use cooked or canned pumpkin in you like. In case you’re wondering, the Bahamians do not, of course, celebrate our American Thanksgiving, but they were always pleased to be invited to our home to share our Thanksgiving feast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adapted this recipe from a wonderful island cookbook, &lt;i&gt;Gourmet Bahamian Cooking&lt;/i&gt; by Marie Mendelson and Marguerite Sawyer from Green Turtle Cay in Abaco, The Bahamas. Their recipe was Molasses Pumpkin Pie. They called for one-half cup of light molasses, but I used half molasses and half maple syrup. My liquor of choice is Myers Dark Rum, but a good Bourbon works well also.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sw2dj-R68pI/AAAAAAAABRA/-aw6ex7hoCY/s1600/Pie+cutters+%26+Myer%27s+Rum+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sw2dj-R68pI/AAAAAAAABRA/-aw6ex7hoCY/s320/Pie+cutters+%26+Myer%27s+Rum+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408151968880980626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m sure you’ve seen the &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/b315/?pkey=x|4|1||4|pie%20cutters||0&amp;amp;cm_src=SCH"&gt;fall piecrust cutters&lt;/a&gt; on the cover of the Thanksgiving edition of the Williams-Sonoma catalog or in their stores. There are four patterns: bay leaf, maple, acorn and oak leaves.  I’m not a great baker and especially not the best pie decorator, but thanks to these cutters my pie looked very pretty. I was even able to hide the inevitable crack that always seems to occur somewhere.  At Williams-Sonoma's website there’s even a &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/b315/?pkey=x|4|1||4|pie%20cutters||0&amp;amp;cm_src=SCH"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; showing you how to use them. You can make them in advance, freeze them on a sheet pan covered with parchment paper, and remove from the freezer in time for them to thaw before you need them. I’m also told they are attractive on a wheel of brie, for instance, all during the year, so they aren’t just for the holiday season. You could also use them to decorate a Beef Wellington. They would also make a nice gift because it's not often you can find such a fun "foodie" present for under twenty dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ve been traveling the last couple of weeks and just returned home after putting 2000 miles on the car along with helping my husband’s father celebrate his 97th birthday. My pie baking has been more last minute this year than I had wished and this was posted much later than I had originally planned. I hope that each of you have a wonderful holiday season and a happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bahamian Rummy Sweet Potato Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Gourmet Bahamian Cooking by Mendelson &amp;amp; Sawyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 9” unbaked pie shell for pie itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separate 9” unbaked pie shell for fall pie crust decorations, optional but nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 eggs, slightly beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ½ cups freshly cooked and mashed sweet potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ½ teaspoons cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ teaspoon ground ginger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ cup molasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ cup maple syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can (12 ounce) evaporated skimmed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ cup dark rum or bourbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 beaten egg with 2 tsp. water for egg wash for the pastry leaves if using&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. (If you plan to make the decorative leaves, roll out the second crust and cut the leaves according to the package decorations and place them on a sheet pan lined with parchment paper and set aside in the refrigerator.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fit the unbaked pie shell in a pie pan. In a large bowl, beat the eggs slightly. Add sweet potatoes, sugar, and seasonings; blend well. Slowly add the molasses, maple syrup and evaporated skimmed milk, stirring until well mixed. Add liquor. Pour into the pie shell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked in a preheated 425 degree F oven for 15 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 350 degrees F. (If using the decorative leaves around the edges, remove the pie from the oven and decorate the edges. Brush the leaves with an egg wash (1 beaten egg mixed with 2 teaspoons water) Bake the pie for 40 minutes longer or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack. Yield: 6 to 8 servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to decorate the top of the pie with the leaves, brush remaining leaves with egg wash and bake on a sheet pan lined with parchment paper in a 375 degree F oven for 10 to 15 minutes, taking care not to burn them.  When pastry is cooled, decorate the top of the pie with the leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a post script I wanted to share with you that there must be something in our house that doesn't like Thanksgiving. Last year the septic system backed up and we had to call one of our guests and ask if we could bring everything to her house to cook and also would she mind we dined there also. An embarrassing moment, but thankfully our friend said yes and even invited us to spend the night. This year the dishwasher is on the fritz. C'est la vie. I hope each of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-8797328782837652646?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8797328782837652646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=8797328782837652646&amp;isPopup=true" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8797328782837652646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8797328782837652646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/bahamian-sweet-potato-pie-great-stand.html" title="Bahamian Sweet Potato Pie – a great stand-in for Pumpkin Pie for the holidays" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sw2h8QqWpTI/AAAAAAAABRI/8xN5lKFSig4/s72-c/Sweet+Potato+Pie+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQXo-cCp7ImA9WxNbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-768212369715387331</id><published>2009-11-14T06:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:11:00.458-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-14T06:11:00.458-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caffe Rel" /><title>Caffé Rel – the best bistro in Franklin, North Carolina</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8kBSZvdKI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZhzAmrLJJUs/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+8+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8kBSZvdKI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZhzAmrLJJUs/s400/Cafe+Rel+8+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574082778789026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve heard the old adage “you can’t judge a book by its cover”. Well you can’t judge a restaurant by the building it’s in either. Caffé Rel is a perfect example. Located in downtown Franklin in the Hot Spot, a busy gas station on East Main Street, you’ll find Caffé Rel, one of the finest bistros in the mountains of western North Carolina. Don’t let the gas station location fool you because Chef and owner Richard E. Long (hence the name Rel) apprenticed at the highly selective Greenbrier Resort in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia and went on to enjoy a prestigious career running elite restaurants in Pennsylvania. He serves a variety of upscale dishes with complex sauces that you would normally expect to find only in a fancy, pretentious restaurant. Chef Long says at heart he’s a saucier and can make a sauce out of anything. Just have one taste of the Louisiana crawfish tails in a leek cream sauce fired with a fine French cognac and you’ll realize he knows his sauces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jyJ6QKFI/AAAAAAAABNs/dfCY161PSeU/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+7+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jyJ6QKFI/AAAAAAAABNs/dfCY161PSeU/s400/Cafe+Rel+7+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399573822801193042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only does Chef Long turn out upscale food, he is also an expert at running what’s called in the restaurant business “the front of the house.” He personally handpicks and trains his peppy waitstaff who are dressed in typical French bistro outfits – a white shirt with tie and black trousers. More often than not when you arrive, you’ll be personally greeted by Chef Long himself wearing his dark beret and clogs. He modeled his restaurant’s ambience and décor after one of his favorite cafes in Paris. As you enter a black chalk board announces the daily specials and beyond, under glass, you can see the array of European style desserts, including beautiful tortes and cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jjVcE5-I/AAAAAAAABNk/d3eaOfDKabY/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+5+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jjVcE5-I/AAAAAAAABNk/d3eaOfDKabY/s400/Cafe+Rel+5+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399573568197814242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were seated at a cozy high top and ordered a glass of wine, our attention turned to the menu. My husband asked me, “What are you going to have today?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Oh, I haven’t decided,” I said. “Last time I had the Brandied Chicken Livers as an appetizer and they were great. I love their Charleston Shrimp and Grits, but the Bourbon Breast of Chicken Old Tennessee looks interesting with a mushroom bourbon sauce. Or the Lavender Shrimp sautéed with shallots, leeks and deglazed with white wine and served with a country cream sauce sounds good too. But it’s raining today; maybe I’ll have the French Pot Roast.  Have you decided?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You know I love lamb, so I’m thinking of the Lamb Lollies with the shallot Madera sauce for an appetizer, but their homemade bisque sounds good too,” Meakin said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About this time the waitress came to take our order. “I can’t decide,” I told her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I just tell people to close their eyes and point,” she said. “You can’t go wrong.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jOjqwBQI/AAAAAAAABNc/qfmv4wT2R8s/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+6+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8jOjqwBQI/AAAAAAAABNc/qfmv4wT2R8s/s400/Cafe+Rel+6+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399573211240203522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For an appetizer my husband chose the homemade Blue Crab Bisque, a house favorite with shallots, garlic, leeks, thyme, butter and cream, and finished with freshly shredded Parmesan. It was served with slices of a warm baguette and a stewed tomato and olive oil bruschetta for dipping that we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8i_8ah99I/AAAAAAAABNU/k1HSLLCZ-p4/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8i_8ah99I/AAAAAAAABNU/k1HSLLCZ-p4/s400/Cafe+Rel+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399572960185022418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For his entry he ordered one of the daily specials, or as the French would say, the &lt;i&gt;plat de jour&lt;/i&gt;, -  Pan Seared Scallops with baby bok choy served on a bed of coconut rice with a curry sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iwOy-FCI/AAAAAAAABNM/hZS4DTf4jUM/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iwOy-FCI/AAAAAAAABNM/hZS4DTf4jUM/s400/Cafe+Rel+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399572690241459234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally settled on French Pot Roast covered with a rich brown wine sauce with piped parsley potatoes served with lightly stir-fried, crisp seasonal vegetables on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iX1lZXkI/AAAAAAAABNE/pj49RsjPBz0/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+4+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iX1lZXkI/AAAAAAAABNE/pj49RsjPBz0/s400/Cafe+Rel+4+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399572271156780610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the detail with the garnish of match stick carrots and the beautiful orchid that comes with every entrée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iFbjsLuI/AAAAAAAABM8/nsKq9nWyzxs/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8iFbjsLuI/AAAAAAAABM8/nsKq9nWyzxs/s400/Cafe+Rel+3+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399571954932657890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want something lighter, they offer a long list of salads, including an Asian Chicken Salad, a house specialty with a homemade sesame dressing. At lunch they also serve a variety of classic sandwiches, all accompanied with homemade potato chips (their version of flat fries).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we sat and enjoyed our lunch with light jazz playing in the background, we reminisced about our favorite bistros in Provence and lingered over an espresso. When it was time to go we inquired about the location of the restrooms. I was feeling very French and in my head I was saying, “&lt;i&gt;Ou sont les toilettes&lt;/i&gt;?” when I heard the reply. “Oh, they’re in the Hot Spot next door.” &lt;i&gt;D’accord&lt;/i&gt;, no problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8h1ua2iVI/AAAAAAAABM0/PJucVEoyoU4/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8h1ua2iVI/AAAAAAAABM0/PJucVEoyoU4/s400/Cafe+Rel+9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399571685117954386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we walked through the curtain covered glass door from the restaurant into the gas station, we felt as if we had entered a whole other world. We looked head-on at the ice machine and the stark black walls in the convenience store complete with bright red stripe trim and neon lights. Dolly Parton was warbling “Jolene, Jolene, I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man” on the loud speakers. Couples seated in plastic booths overlooking the gas pumps were eating hotdogs purchased from the vending machine while other people were standing in line at the check out counter to pay for chips and soft drinks. Just when we thought we were in France, &lt;i&gt;voila&lt;/i&gt;, in a split second we were back in small town American in a typical loud and busy convenience store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s time to go home, but we’ll be back. Luckily for us, we only live an hour away. We always schedule our semi-annual visits to the Periodontist in Franklin around lunch at Caffé Rel. Located at 457 East Main Street, Franklin, North Carolina, 28734. (828) 369-9446, they’re open Tuesday through Saturday from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. and take no credit cards or reservations. But don’t worry, the 16 tables turn quickly and if you do have to wait for a minute or two, it’s well worth it. Where else can you eat a fine meal and fill your car with the best priced gas in town all in one stop? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8hc76g3SI/AAAAAAAABMs/DxRGNgA1deg/s1600-h/Cafe+Rel+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8hc76g3SI/AAAAAAAABMs/DxRGNgA1deg/s400/Cafe+Rel+11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399571259243683106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bientot&lt;/i&gt; Chef Long and Caffé Rel; see you again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-768212369715387331?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/768212369715387331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=768212369715387331&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/768212369715387331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/768212369715387331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/caffe-rel-best-bistro-in-franklin-north.html" title="Caffé Rel – the best bistro in Franklin, North Carolina" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su8kBSZvdKI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZhzAmrLJJUs/s72-c/Cafe+Rel+8+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQXY6fCp7ImA9WxNUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-327024529456752903</id><published>2009-11-07T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:29:00.814-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T06:29:00.814-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicken" /><title>My first cooking success – Chicken Rosemary</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su779U_LsDI/AAAAAAAABMk/jKCY41vhcg4/s1600-h/Chicken+Rosemary+1+edit+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su779U_LsDI/AAAAAAAABMk/jKCY41vhcg4/s400/Chicken+Rosemary+1+edit+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530034288111666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met my husband Meakin I couldn’t cook. Oh, that’s not quite true.  I could hard boil an egg (put egg in cold water, bring to a boil, cover, remove from heat, drain twelve minutes later, rinse in cold water and peel) and I could make a good crusty cheese toast in toaster oven (lightly toast bread, cover with good sharp Cheddar, broil until bubbly), but I couldn’t make the gourmet meals he was accustomed to. Meakin told me, “You can obviously read because you’ve worked on your masters, so buy a cookbook, pick a recipe and give it a try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll take you out to eat.”  It sounded like a good deal to me, so I found a recipe for Chicken Rosemary. Not counting the salt and pepper, it contained five ingredients and I recognized each one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ve been married forty years this November and I’ve only had to take him up on the offer to eat out a couple of times because of a recipe disaster. An awful version of Millionaire Chicken comes to mind, but now that I look back at the recipe, I don’t know what I could have done with it to make it taste that awful, but it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s an updated version of my first culinary success – Chicken Rosemary. Instead of using a whole, cut up chicken, I’ve used boneless, skinless chicken breasts. We grow rosemary in our herb garden, so there’s no need to buy the dried kind. I’ve also added sautéed mushrooms to jazz it up a bit. As a side dish, toss some asparagus and grape tomatoes with  little bit of extra virgin olive oil, salt and pepper and roast in a 400 degree oven about 8 minutes, or until the tomatoes just start to burst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken Rosemary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, trimmed of all visible fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 ounces thickly sliced white button mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, divided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary or 1 teaspoon dried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup dry Marsala wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season chicken breasts with salt and pepper and set aside. In a non-stick skillet add two tablespoons of olive oil and sauté the mushrooms over medium high heat until they are brown and have given up their liquid. Season to taste with salt and pepper and set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the same skillet add the remaining two tablespoons of olive oil and sauté the chicken over medium-high heat until nicely browned on both sides. Sprinkle the chicken with the chopped rosemary and slowly add the Marsala. Cover and simmer over low heat for about 20 minutes, or until the chicken is tender and reaches 160 degrees on a meat thermometer. If necessary, add more Marsala to prevent burning. Serve very hot. Also good served over rice. Yield: 2 servings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su77kQNO7aI/AAAAAAAABMc/t8nnbl3-3yg/s1600-h/Blog+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su77kQNO7aI/AAAAAAAABMc/t8nnbl3-3yg/s200/Blog+Award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529603508137378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://collectintexasgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;CollectIn in Texas Gal&lt;/a&gt; has given me an award and I want to say a great big Texas thank you. I have a soft spot in my heart for Texas because that’s where I met my husband on a blind date and I first learned to cook. She’s a former quilt shop owner with a Masters in Studio Art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su77XX2HbhI/AAAAAAAABMU/5hs93nKkFBI/s1600-h/Friends+award+with+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su77XX2HbhI/AAAAAAAABMU/5hs93nKkFBI/s200/Friends+award+with+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529382220361234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca at &lt;a href="http://www.chowandchatter.com/"&gt;Chow &amp;amp; Chatter&lt;/a&gt; has passed the Friendship Award to me. Rebecca lives in my newly adopted state of North Carolina. I guess that makes us both Tar Heels. She’s a Registered Dietitian and her blog is full of healthy, delicious goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you both very much. Happy Trails to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-327024529456752903?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/327024529456752903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=327024529456752903&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/327024529456752903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/327024529456752903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-cooking-success-chicken.html" title="My first cooking success – Chicken Rosemary" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Su779U_LsDI/AAAAAAAABMk/jKCY41vhcg4/s72-c/Chicken+Rosemary+1+edit+crop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGSHc9fip7ImA9WxNUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-4637722367266817054</id><published>2009-10-30T17:01:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:40:29.966-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T17:40:29.966-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abaco The Bahamas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><title>It’s my (blog) birthday party and I’ll go where I want to</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s my party and I’ll go where I want to, go where I want to, go where I want to. You would go too when it happens to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ42vnuXMI/AAAAAAAABJA/f86gt5KyS6M/s1600-h/Abaco+approach+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ42vnuXMI/AAAAAAAABJA/f86gt5KyS6M/s400/Abaco+approach+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396500766643870914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to My Carolina Kitchen’s first birthday. My other blog, Island Time in Abaco, is also one year old. I’ve decided to celebrate by taking you on a virtual trip down memory lane to a pink birthday party at one of my all time favorite places in the world - Wally’s Restaurant in Marsh Harbour, Abaco. Located in a pink and white Nassau-style Colonial villa overlooking the harbour, its grounds are dotted with pink hibiscus and bright rosy pink bougainvillea.  It’s a balmy 75 degrees there today and I have friends waiting, so grab your passports, throw your sunglasses and flip-flops in straw bag, and hop on board. You take the window seat so you can so enjoy the view. Isn’t that a gorgeous private beach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4rXvIYwI/AAAAAAAABI4/VscjzYWO7_4/s1600-h/aerial+of+deserted_beach+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4rXvIYwI/AAAAAAAABI4/VscjzYWO7_4/s400/aerial+of+deserted_beach+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396500571253924610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ll land at the Marsh Harbour International Airport in the northern Bahamas where we’ll take a taxi to Wally’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4aBBj9zI/AAAAAAAABIw/VR2SO0l_7wc/s1600-h/Marsh+Harbour+airport+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4aBBj9zI/AAAAAAAABIw/VR2SO0l_7wc/s400/Marsh+Harbour+airport+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396500273099437874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4UgwbH3I/AAAAAAAABIo/eps3WW4eWSw/s1600-h/Mr.+Victor+Russell,+Taxi+1+edit,+age+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4UgwbH3I/AAAAAAAABIo/eps3WW4eWSw/s400/Mr.+Victor+Russell,+Taxi+1+edit,+age+82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396500178538274674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4O1EzYZI/AAAAAAAABIg/k-b7UtdGmJY/s1600-h/Marsh++Harbour+sign+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4O1EzYZI/AAAAAAAABIg/k-b7UtdGmJY/s400/Marsh++Harbour+sign+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396500080913244562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4JV-Zi7I/AAAAAAAABIY/NsGU5nG7lFY/s1600-h/Marsh+Harbour+scene+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4JV-Zi7I/AAAAAAAABIY/NsGU5nG7lFY/s400/Marsh+Harbour+scene+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396499986665540530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4BdHmccI/AAAAAAAABIQ/etCiceJd4DE/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+01+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ4BdHmccI/AAAAAAAABIQ/etCiceJd4DE/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+01+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396499851144229314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi ladies, it’s great to see you. How have you been? We’re meeting friends, so we’ll just go on in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3kr3h71I/AAAAAAAABII/fdjycHAMzyw/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+002+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3kr3h71I/AAAAAAAABII/fdjycHAMzyw/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+002+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396499356887150418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Pattie, Penny, Barometer Bob. Hope we haven’t kept you waiting too long. I’ve brought along a few friends. Notice the Haitian art work on the pink walls. Even the tablecloth and napkins are pink. Wally's is one of the most upscale restaurants in the islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3S1wcdwI/AAAAAAAABIA/JLy-_Z64x5c/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+005+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3S1wcdwI/AAAAAAAABIA/JLy-_Z64x5c/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+005+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396499050304141058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time we come to Wally’s the first thing my husband does is to give Wally's daughter Maureen, the owner, a great big hug. Hi Mo. Maureen attended the Cordon Bleu and returns to Paris each fall for a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3BqqnxoI/AAAAAAAABH4/My03ToHzN1E/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Maureen+%26+Meakin+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ3BqqnxoI/AAAAAAAABH4/My03ToHzN1E/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Maureen+%26+Meakin+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396498755269150338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Angie, our usual, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2yFypGTI/AAAAAAAABHw/BxYekaqhZQk/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Angieedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2yFypGTI/AAAAAAAABHw/BxYekaqhZQk/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Angieedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396498487672641842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s why we came – to share a bite of Wally’s special birthday brownie. One of their specialties, it’s a huge, sinfully rich brownie, smothered with vanilla ice cream, and covered in a dark chocolate sauce, rich whipped cream, and topped with a birthday candle. It comes with extra spoons, so dig in. The brownie is a little hard to see in this picture, but it's in front of me with the candle on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2hc1lXnI/AAAAAAAABHo/gWrnnPjr_Hw/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+010+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2hc1lXnI/AAAAAAAABHo/gWrnnPjr_Hw/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+010+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396498201801219698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we leave let’s slip in the boutique and say hello to Angie’s daughter. Maybe I’ll pick up a cute swimsuit and one of those colorful pareos to match. Look around, I’m sure you’ll see something you can’t live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2QTdthbI/AAAAAAAABHg/vkS2AKvuT8A/s1600-h/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Shamir+(2)+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ2QTdthbI/AAAAAAAABHg/vkS2AKvuT8A/s400/Sams+birthday+at+Wally%27%27s+Shamir+(2)+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396497907227395506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you’ve enjoyed our trip to Marsh Harbour. Thank you Beverly of &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/a&gt; for hosting this fun pink Saturday party. I’ve met so many fabulous people this year blogging that I now call friends. Thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. Happy Pink Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These pictures were taken several years ago and reflect how the author remembers Wally’s and her friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-4637722367266817054?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4637722367266817054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=4637722367266817054&amp;isPopup=true" title="62 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4637722367266817054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4637722367266817054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-my-blog-birthday-party-and-ill-go.html" title="It’s my (blog) birthday party and I’ll go where I want to" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuQ42vnuXMI/AAAAAAAABJA/f86gt5KyS6M/s72-c/Abaco+approach+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">62</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHRHk8cCp7ImA9WxNVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5648550698949817494</id><published>2009-10-26T15:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:12:15.778-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T20:12:15.778-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seafood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shrimp" /><title>Shrimp with Creamy Orange-Chipotle Sauce</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuX7zOS7hfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jsFcRsL4k7A/s1600-h/Shrimp+with+Creamy+Orange+Chipotle+Sauce+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuX7zOS7hfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jsFcRsL4k7A/s400/Shrimp+with+Creamy+Orange+Chipotle+Sauce+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396996585902802418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrimp with Creamy Orange-Chipotle Sauce is another easy and quick recipe from Cooking Light’s latest cookbook, &lt;i&gt;Fresh Food Fast, 5 ingredients, 15 minute recipes&lt;/i&gt;. I love shrimp and always try to use wild shrimp. The cookbook says that the half-and-half and grated orange rind will create a citrusy cream sauce that tames the spiciness of the chipotle chili. While I agree to an extent, it was still a bit spicy for our taste, so I decreased the amount of cumin called for on the shrimp. Cooking Light uses very little salt, but I used salt on my raw shrimp along with the cumin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m also not a big fan of cooking sprays, so I used a tiny bit of canola in the pan in lieu of the spray. My recipe is for two servings instead of four, but I used the entire sauce recipe because I tossed the sauce with the spaghetti &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the shrimp, rather than just with the shrimp (as the original recipe suggested). They used regular half-and-half, which surprised (and pleased) me, since it was Cooking Light. I don’t like non-fat half-and-half because it contains corn syrup and an artificial color. I got a little carried away with the cilantro garnish, but here’s my adapted version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shrimp with Creamy Orange-Chipotle Sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Cooking Light Fresh Food Fast, 5 ingredients, 15 minute recipes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¾ pound peeled and deveined large shrimp, preferably wild &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ teaspoon ground cumin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canola oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup half-and-half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large chipotle chili, canned in adobo sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon grated orange rind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro, plus more if you want to use it as garnish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot cooked thin spaghetti or linguine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toss shrimp with ground cumin and salt. Add about 2 teaspoons of canola oil in a medium-sized nonstick skillet, turn heat to medium-high, and sauté the shrimp 4 minutes or until shrimp are done, stirring frequently. Transfer shrimp to a serving plate and keep warm. In the meantime place the half-and-half, chili and orange rind in a blender and process until smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make the sauce, reduce heat to medium in the skillet, add half-and-half mixture to pan and cook 1 minute, stirring constantly. Add shrimp to sauce, then remove mixture from heat and toss with the hot cooked spaghetti. Serves 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5648550698949817494?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5648550698949817494/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5648550698949817494&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5648550698949817494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5648550698949817494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/shrimp-with-creamy-orange-chipotle.html" title="Shrimp with Creamy Orange-Chipotle Sauce" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuX7zOS7hfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jsFcRsL4k7A/s72-c/Shrimp+with+Creamy+Orange+Chipotle+Sauce+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMSXY8cSp7ImA9WxNVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5518632406499291512</id><published>2009-10-22T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:48:08.879-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T14:48:08.879-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicken" /><title>Chicken with Tomatoes, Basil, and Feta served over Orzo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuClrNkck7I/AAAAAAAABHQ/a6wDhXqFN5U/s1600-h/Chicken+with+tomatoes,+basil,+feta+edit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuClrNkck7I/AAAAAAAABHQ/a6wDhXqFN5U/s400/Chicken+with+tomatoes,+basil,+feta+edit+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494515385340850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This recipe for chicken with tomatoes, basil and feta comes from a Cooking Light special edition publication, &lt;i&gt;Cooking Light 5 ingredient 15 minute &lt;/i&gt;cookbook with 136 recipes. It was on the news stands this past spring. I made a few changes of my own to the chicken, served it over orzo substituting almonds for the pine nuts and it was an instant hit in our family. Not only did it taste wonderful, it looked as good as it tasted, which is often not the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuClTuQXPMI/AAAAAAAABHI/u2FKHe8fjFg/s1600-h/CL+5+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuClTuQXPMI/AAAAAAAABHI/u2FKHe8fjFg/s320/CL+5+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494111842614466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 ingredient 15 minute idea must have been a success because they have expanded the idea and have a new cookbook – &lt;i&gt;Cooking Light’s Fresh Food Fast&lt;/i&gt; with over 280 recipes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first looked through &lt;i&gt;Cooking Light’s Fresh Food Fast&lt;/i&gt; I thought it was a cross between Rachael Ray and Sandra Lee. Rachael because of the fast. Sandra Lee’s semi-homemade idea because the book suggests using, as an example, pre-chopped peppers, frozen rice, and bottled dressings, none of which I would normally use. However, because the chicken with tomatoes recipe was a hit, I decided to give the book a try, but with one exception. If a recipe called for bottled dressing as an example, I would simply make my own. Or with frozen rice, I would use my normal brown rice even though it takes 35 minutes to cook instead of ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend the book if you are looking for dishes that require a minimum amount of time and effort and that are full of fresh flavors. In fact I like it so much that I will feature another recipe from the book in my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuCkSaOkxEI/AAAAAAAABHA/eKKipMm27e4/s1600-h/CL+fresh+food+fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuCkSaOkxEI/AAAAAAAABHA/eKKipMm27e4/s320/CL+fresh+food+fast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395492989774906434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken with Tomatoes, Basil, and Feta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Cooking Light’s Fresh Food Fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 6-ounce skinless, boneless chicken breast halves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra virgin olive oil for sautéing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¾ cup grape tomatoes, halved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 pitted Kalamata olives, halved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons crumbled feta cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon small basil leaves, torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprinkle the chicken with salt and pepper to taste. Heat about 2 teaspoons extra virgin olive oil in a 10” non-stick pan over medium high heat. Add chicken to pan; cook 6 minutes on each side or until done. Transfer the chicken to a serving platter and keep warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remove the pan from the stove and let it cool a little. Meanwhile combine the tomatoes, olives, 2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil in a medium bowl. Add the tomato mixture to the pan and heat over medium heat and cook 1 to 2 minutes or until tomatoes soften. Spoon over chicken. Top evenly with cheese and basil. Serve over Orzo with Slivered Almonds. Yield: 2 servings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuCjkpXp8NI/AAAAAAAABG4/m1d66eUdo5Q/s1600-h/Chicken+tomtoes,+basil,+feta+over+orzo+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuCjkpXp8NI/AAAAAAAABG4/m1d66eUdo5Q/s400/Chicken+tomtoes,+basil,+feta+over+orzo+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395492203565543634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve with &lt;b&gt;Orzo with Slivered Almonds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Cooking Light’s Fresh Food Fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup uncooked orzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup spring greens mix, coarsely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons slivered almonds, toasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ teaspoon minced fresh rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook orzo according to package directions. I salted the water, which they didn’t suggest but I do not like pasta cooked without salt. Drain pasta when done. Toss the spring greens mix with 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil, season to taste with salt and pepper, and toss with orzo and toasted almonds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several bloggers participate in a Cooking Light Virtual Supper Club. Among them include two of my favorite blogs, Val of &lt;a href="http://morethanburnttoast.blogspot.com/2009/06/cooking-with-wine.html"&gt;More Than Burnt Toast&lt;/a&gt; and Helene of &lt;a href="http://helene-lacuisine.blogspot.com/2009/10/french-onion-soup-cooking-with-wine.html"&gt;La Cuisine d’Helen.&lt;/a&gt; If you enjoy Cooking Light’s recipes as I do, you’ll want to check out their Supper Club by clicking to either of the above blogs. Val says they will also be featured on the Cooking Light blog site, &lt;a href="http://testkitchensecrets.cookinglight.com/tks/2009/10/virtual-supper-club-cooking-with-wine.html"&gt;Test Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; Secrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5518632406499291512?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5518632406499291512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5518632406499291512&amp;isPopup=true" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5518632406499291512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5518632406499291512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicken-with-tomatoes-basil-and-feta.html" title="Chicken with Tomatoes, Basil, and Feta served over Orzo" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SuClrNkck7I/AAAAAAAABHQ/a6wDhXqFN5U/s72-c/Chicken+with+tomatoes,+basil,+feta+edit+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBQXcyeSp7ImA9WxNVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-4122802297068154490</id><published>2009-10-19T10:43:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:19:10.991-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T07:19:10.991-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abaco The Bahamas" /><title>I’d rather be here today</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Stx7VqcnQOI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZjJLiuIm2QE/s1600-h/Elbow+Cay+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394322065784783074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Stx7VqcnQOI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZjJLiuIm2QE/s400/Elbow+Cay+beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in the mountains of North Carolina we woke up to a frosty 27 degrees. I would much rather be on Elbow Cay in Abaco, where the current temperature is 75. We've also had a lot of rain this fall. It feels like fall slipped away almost before it got here and turned to winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see more about the Abacos, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.abacoescape.com/"&gt;Abaco Escape&lt;/a&gt;, Sandy Estabrook’s gorgeous website which contains hundreds of beautiful photos of the area along with local information, including the beautiful deserted beach shown above on Elbow Cay in the Bahamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-4122802297068154490?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4122802297068154490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=4122802297068154490&amp;isPopup=true" title="29 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4122802297068154490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4122802297068154490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-rather-be-here-today.html" title="I’d rather be here today" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Stx7VqcnQOI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZjJLiuIm2QE/s72-c/Elbow+Cay+beach.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">29</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNRHs6eCp7ImA9WxNWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-4334839726291059116</id><published>2009-10-17T01:00:00.052-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:43:15.510-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T06:43:15.510-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><title>Pink Saturday &amp; Awards</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StjAiMjSw5I/AAAAAAAABEU/1XKEyF61HTY/s1600-h/Country+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StjAiMjSw5I/AAAAAAAABEU/1XKEyF61HTY/s400/Country+Home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393272247493510034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photograph by Kim Cornelison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cover of Country Home, another magazine no longer in print. Frequently I’ll clip out decorating ideas from magazines. I love flea market finds, antiques and mixing old and new. While our house here is very traditional with wing chairs, ancestral portraits and old rugs, our little pied- a-terre in Florida has a more funky twist. I would love to find something for it like this cool crackled pink chest or the sassy painting of the girl. The fun is in the hunt, as they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti_WPFmSHI/AAAAAAAABEM/hSgmdDV1h5Y/s1600-h/Honest_Scrap_Award1+in+pink_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti_WPFmSHI/AAAAAAAABEM/hSgmdDV1h5Y/s320/Honest_Scrap_Award1+in+pink_thumb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393270942504208498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie of &lt;a href="http://diningwithdebbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dining with Debbie&lt;/a&gt; is a great gal that I met through blogging. She’s from Arkansas, my home state. She hosts Crockpot Wednesdays if you would like to join and she is also participates in the Pink Saturday fun, hosted by &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Beverly of How Sweet The Sound.&lt;/a&gt; She passed the Honest Scrap Award to me and I’m honored and pleased. Thank you very much Debbie. Because it’s Pink Saturday, I used the powers of Photo Shop to change the color of the Honest Scrap Award to pink. It’s really supposed to be orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules as they were presented to me from Debbie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Post the (orange) Honest Scrap award on your blog. Present this award to seven others whose blogs you find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tell those seven people they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines and ask that they link back to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Share "Ten Honest Things" about yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- This is the most important part. Use the “Orange” Honest Scrap Award, which is below. Please do “not” use the pink one. I changed the color from orange to pink just for Pink Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti_EHzo3kI/AAAAAAAABEE/m38bjp2403M/s1600-h/Honest_Scrap_Award1_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti_EHzo3kI/AAAAAAAABEE/m38bjp2403M/s320/Honest_Scrap_Award1_thumb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393270631312186946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original Honest Scrap Award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I wake up in the mornings in a good mood, with almost no exceptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I believe you’re as happy as you make your mind up to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My given name is Suzanne, which I no longer use. I go by Sam, a nickname my husband gave me when we first met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you believe that it’s possible to come back in another life, I would   like to be either a singer or a wealthy person’s spoiled and pampered golden retriever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If I had to do it all over again, I would change only one thing: We would live in France for a while and remodel an old mas (farmhouse) in Provence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I think good manners are extremely important and are a part of learning to be a lady or a gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don’t like to drive. When we lived in the islands, we had no need for a car. We had a go fast, run-about boat (to take us to town) and a golf cart to get around on our tiny cay (a cay is smaller than an island), rather than walk in the heat to visit our neighbors.  The cart was driven on a narrow, old coral road with not much traffic other than a few people walking along from house to house and a couple of other carts. Also, in the Bahamas they drive on the left, which took me almost the entire ten years we lived there to get accustomed to. When we returned to the states, Interstate 95 frightened me. It looked like the Daytona 500 with cars racing by on each side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- By now, you've figured out I’m a blonde and for some reason I've had more than my share of "blonde moments" this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some friends I’ve met recently. Tag, you’re it for the Honest Scrap Award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia ~ &lt;a href="http://journeyofanitaliancook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Journey of an Italian Cook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate ~ &lt;a href="http://serendipity-kate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie B ~ &lt;a href="http://normandylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Normandy Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequintessentialmagpie.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Quintessential Magpie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diana ~ &lt;a href="http://spaininiowa.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Bit of Spain in Iowa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://collectintexasgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Collectin In Texas Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pat ~ &lt;a href="http://millefiorifavoriti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mille Fiori Favorit&lt;/a&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roz at &lt;a href="http://bellavita-bellasblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Bella Vita&lt;/a&gt; recently had an &lt;a href="http://bellavita-bellasblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/commenting-on-each-others-blogs-what-i.html"&gt;interesting post&lt;/a&gt; regarding commenting on blogs. I was one of the people who responded and she passed a wonderful award to me, amont others– the Nice Matters award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti-1DmteTI/AAAAAAAABD8/NmAJ2wx1uvE/s1600-h/nice_matters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti-1DmteTI/AAAAAAAABD8/NmAJ2wx1uvE/s320/nice_matters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393270372486183218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much Roz. I agree that nice most definitely mattera. Roz says there aren't any rules with this award, you don’t have to post it if you don’t want to, nor do you have to link back to anyone. I’ve been saving the Nice Matters award for the perfect time to say thank you to the right person. This week several people have gone out of their way to be nice to me, so I would like to say a big thank you to these three special friends and pass the Nice Matters award along to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg ~ &lt;a href="http://www.sippitysup.com/"&gt;Sippity Sup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judy ~ &lt;a href="http://judyskitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Judy’s Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beverly ~ &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet the Sound  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Beverly of &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/a&gt; for hosting this fun event. Happy Pink Saturday everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti-b9-t_jI/AAAAAAAABD0/X2fd3aZpjf0/s1600-h/Pink+Saturday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sti-b9-t_jI/AAAAAAAABD0/X2fd3aZpjf0/s320/Pink+Saturday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393269941479538226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-4334839726291059116?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4334839726291059116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=4334839726291059116&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4334839726291059116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/4334839726291059116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-saturday-awards.html" title="Pink Saturday &amp; Awards" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StjAiMjSw5I/AAAAAAAABEU/1XKEyF61HTY/s72-c/Country+Home.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMSXk5fSp7ImA9WxNWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-7569460751932589658</id><published>2009-10-13T13:33:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:29:48.725-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T17:29:48.725-04:00</app:edited><title>Saying good-bye and au revior to my old friend Gourmet</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS-8dsghVI/AAAAAAAABDs/4IIzz21Kjew/s1600-h/Gourmet+April+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS-8dsghVI/AAAAAAAABDs/4IIzz21Kjew/s400/Gourmet+April+2000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392144599842063698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was very sad to read Conde-Nast’s announcement that it would cease publication of Gourmet magazine after the November issue. I’ve read with great interest the recent stories written by people in the food world and their various opinions as to why a nearly seventy year old publication such as Gourmet would fold. While some have had controversial opinions that stirred up a bit of backlash and name calling on the internet, others reminisced about what made Gourmet what it was and those were a joy to read. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;As my way of saying good-bye, I’ve included some favorite covers from my Gourmet collection.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS-ZOtDk4I/AAAAAAAABDk/3QQ3bEvyo7E/s1600-h/Gourmet+Aug+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS-ZOtDk4I/AAAAAAAABDk/3QQ3bEvyo7E/s400/Gourmet+Aug+2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392143994522407810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/07/dining/07gourm.html?fta=y"&gt;New York Times &lt;/a&gt;reported that one of the first things Gourmet’s editor in chief Ruth Reichl did after telling her staff that the publisher was closing Gourmet was to lock up the library with its collection of 70 years of cookbooks and typewritten recipes. Then she and her staff gathered bottles of wine and liquor from the office and held a wake in her apartment. &lt;i&gt;Good for you Ruth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope you opened the good stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The article went on the say that for an older generation it was a place where people learned how to cook and eat. “Gourmet was the only resource you had other than your cookbooks,” said Judy Walker, the food editor of New Orleans Times-Picayune. &lt;i&gt;So true Judy. Gourmet was the first food magazine I subscribed to and we had to rely on our cookbooks.  I learned my knife skills from the black and white drawings in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking, one of my favorite cookbooks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS9d3cMeyI/AAAAAAAABDc/FEtCx86uoSk/s1600-h/Gourmet+July+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS9d3cMeyI/AAAAAAAABDc/FEtCx86uoSk/s400/Gourmet+July+2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392142974665390882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don’t know if or when the lights will go out on Gourmet’s website or their archives after the transitional period, but here’s what they say: “The Gourmet.com website will remain available during a transitional period and access to Gourmet recipes will also remain available via sister site epicurious.com and the EPI Iphone application.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I suggest you pop over to Gourmet’s &lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/magazine"&gt;Archives&lt;/a&gt; while you still can, because the archives contain a lot of good articles you won’t want to miss.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS8skGVmTI/AAAAAAAABDU/1sD9gDK_PiI/s1600-h/Gourmet+Aug+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS8skGVmTI/AAAAAAAABDU/1sD9gDK_PiI/s400/Gourmet+Aug+2000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392142127659850034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For example, Jacques Pepin’s tells Gourmet everything he ate and drank in a 24 hour period: “&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I love English muffins, so sometimes I’ll have half an English muffin&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;with some jam that I might make, but that’s the most I would ever do for breakfast. [The voice of his wife, Gloria, in the background: “Corn flakes!”] Oh yes, I love corn flakes&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; I have them sometimes for lunch, but I haven’t had them in a long time.” &lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/food/2009/06/my-day-on-a-plate-jacques-pepin"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.5pt;color:black;"&gt;….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;Or how about a charming story from Wolfgang Punk when he talks about fixing his children breakfast: “&lt;i&gt;I have two small sons, Oliver and Alexander. One is four and one is two and a half. They come into our bedroom in the morning and say, “Papa, let’s make pancakes.” So I make pancakes and oatmeal&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;for the kids. The little one prefers oatmeal most of the time and Oliver, the older one, eats pancakes.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/food/2009/08/wolfgang-puck"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS7z90WacI/AAAAAAAABDM/OgNiJugPurI/s1600-h/Gourmet+July+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS7z90WacI/AAAAAAAABDM/OgNiJugPurI/s400/Gourmet+July+2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392141155311184322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;Laura Shapiro writes about what happened to James Beard: &lt;i&gt;“Food lovers everywhere recognize his name, thanks to the James Beard Foundation and its well-publicized annual awards. But apart from the awards, usually given out around the time of his birthday, Beard has pretty much disappeared. He was a colossus in American cookery, and now he’s barely a memory. What happened?” &lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/food/2008/04/jamesbeard"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can you name the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/food/2008/05/25people#slide=1"&gt;twenty-five people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; who have changed food in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? It's in the Archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS61AsPYWI/AAAAAAAABDE/SJeu-uHluko/s1600-h/Gourmet+Sept+2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS61AsPYWI/AAAAAAAABDE/SJeu-uHluko/s400/Gourmet+Sept+2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392140073750716770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good-bye old friend. I’ll miss you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-7569460751932589658?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7569460751932589658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=7569460751932589658&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/7569460751932589658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/7569460751932589658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/saying-good-bye-and-au-revior-to-my-old.html" title="Saying good-bye and au revior to my old friend Gourmet" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/StS-8dsghVI/AAAAAAAABDs/4IIzz21Kjew/s72-c/Gourmet+April+2000.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSX87fCp7ImA9WxNWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-962344092692538958</id><published>2009-10-10T01:00:00.083-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:00:58.104-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T07:00:58.104-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><title>Celebrating Pink Saturday at the John C. Campbell Folk School Fall Festival in Brasstown, North Carolina</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year the &lt;a href="https://www.folkschool.org/"&gt;John C. Campbell Folk School&lt;/a&gt; hosts a Fall Festival and I’m here to celebrate Pink Saturday. A group of bloggers from around the world get together on Saturday to celebrate everything pink and our hostess is Beverly of &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet The Sound&lt;/a&gt;. Today I’m here to find some pink, enjoy the craft booths and demonstrations and listen to some music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0AzlTfwtI/AAAAAAAABCg/D03YZC34pwg/s1600-h/Friendly+witch+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0AzlTfwtI/AAAAAAAABCg/D03YZC34pwg/s400/Friendly+witch+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389965215219565266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a friendly witch with bright pink feathers in her hat that highlight her Halloween costume.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found more pink in a booth with gorgeous hand-blown glass sculptures. This glass platter was hand-formed by a talented local artist and is nearly 40 inches in diameter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0ARRf2utI/AAAAAAAABCY/o1kLR2Wtro4/s1600-h/Pink+glass+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0ARRf2utI/AAAAAAAABCY/o1kLR2Wtro4/s400/Pink+glass+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389964625787140818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0AIW5CBPI/AAAAAAAABCQ/waAJvBkBjX8/s1600-h/Pink+glass+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0AIW5CBPI/AAAAAAAABCQ/waAJvBkBjX8/s400/Pink+glass+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389964472616092914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I visited &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-pink-saturday-at-crane.html"&gt;Crane Creek Vineyards&lt;/a&gt; and found a cute pink metal pig at their gate welcoming everyone to the tasting room. I believe I just spotted her sister. Don’t you love her? She’s aptly named “When Pigs Fly.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz_1RXym8I/AAAAAAAABCI/M7EDOtQUl-E/s1600-h/Pink+Pig+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz_1RXym8I/AAAAAAAABCI/M7EDOtQUl-E/s400/Pink+Pig+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389964144716979138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this cool airplane. Many years ago, when we were first married and before my husband owned  his own plane, I would give him planes as a gift. Not the real thing of course - just stuff like wooden toy planes and collectables such as this beauty so I could say with great enthusiasm as I handed him his gift, “I bought you an airplane for your birthday.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz_fsP7SqI/AAAAAAAABCA/OvFwPzDx57Q/s1600-h/Airplane+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz_fsP7SqI/AAAAAAAABCA/OvFwPzDx57Q/s400/Airplane+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389963773974629026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John C. Campbell Folk School sits on 300-acres in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in scenic Brasstown, North Carolina. The school offers a year-round &lt;a href="https://www.folkschool.org/index.php?section=classes&amp;amp;method=by_subject"&gt;roster&lt;/a&gt; of 860 sessions for adults in traditional skills such as basketry, calligraphy, batik dying, crafts, arts, music, dance, gardening, blacksmithing, and photography to name a few. In cooking, for example, there are forty-two different &lt;a href="https://www.folkschool.org/index.php?section=subjects&amp;amp;subject_id=6"&gt;classes&lt;/a&gt; to choose from. The family-style meals provided during your stay feature organic produce grown on-site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;National Geographic Books listed the John C. Folk School as one of the 100 Best Vacations to Enrich Your Life. In their August 2009 issue Country Living Magazine featured an article, “&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/crafts/shows-and-events/summer-camp-0809?click=main_sr"&gt;Who says summer camp is just for kids?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/crafts/shows-and-events/summer-camp-0809?click=main_sr"&gt;” &lt;/a&gt;about the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to our local newspaper, &lt;a href="http://www.cherokeescout.com/articles/2009/10/08/news/doc4acbadc3f1c02359705674.txt"&gt;The Cherokee Scout&lt;/a&gt;, more than 13,000 attended the Fall Festival, breaking all previous records from the past 36 years of the festival’s history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Old time wood working – that little man bobs up and down as the artist works the machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-3V63PtI/AAAAAAAABB4/8gb8wX9mrtI/s1600-h/Old+time+wood+working+Jerry+King+edit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-3V63PtI/AAAAAAAABB4/8gb8wX9mrtI/s400/Old+time+wood+working+Jerry+King+edit+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389963080785936082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broom maker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-mMHDbUI/AAAAAAAABBw/ynQl0dVpsqg/s1600-h/Broom+Maker+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-mMHDbUI/AAAAAAAABBw/ynQl0dVpsqg/s400/Broom+Maker+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962786094935362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blacksmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-TMHY5xI/AAAAAAAABBo/IBPSqbg8R5g/s1600-h/Blacksmith+1edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-TMHY5xI/AAAAAAAABBo/IBPSqbg8R5g/s400/Blacksmith+1edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962459678828306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basketry &amp;amp; Wreaths – notice the beautiful dried pink hydrangea wreath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-DwzYqII/AAAAAAAABBg/PW48Dz6AkKg/s1600-h/Baskets+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz-DwzYqII/AAAAAAAABBg/PW48Dz6AkKg/s400/Baskets+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962194649131138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9vMCjnAI/AAAAAAAABBY/qkBMUzJ9woY/s1600-h/Caning+a+chair+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9vMCjnAI/AAAAAAAABBY/qkBMUzJ9woY/s400/Caning+a+chair+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961841183267842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Metal sculpture – a glamorous rooster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9dtoiJ4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/Grdi7xC0-90/s1600-h/Rooster+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9dtoiJ4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/Grdi7xC0-90/s400/Rooster+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961540963280770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9JyAeSCI/AAAAAAAABBI/i9TVW_buXcw/s1600-h/Teen+weaver+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz9JyAeSCI/AAAAAAAABBI/i9TVW_buXcw/s400/Teen+weaver+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961198540048418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8-dpqNvI/AAAAAAAABBA/GV2LJRlo21E/s1600-h/Weaver+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8-dpqNvI/AAAAAAAABBA/GV2LJRlo21E/s400/Weaver+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961004097091314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A grits grinding machine – you know I bought a bag or two for myself - &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/07/low-country-shrimp-and-grits.html"&gt;Recipe&lt;/a&gt; for Shrimp &amp;amp; Grits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8n_OKp8I/AAAAAAAABA4/7054b-h_ghc/s1600-h/Grits+maker+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8n_OKp8I/AAAAAAAABA4/7054b-h_ghc/s400/Grits+maker+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389960617971591106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food Alley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8EHrB1vI/AAAAAAAABAw/M88fao9ejy4/s1600-h/Corndogs+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz8EHrB1vI/AAAAAAAABAw/M88fao9ejy4/s400/Corndogs+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389960001764841202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz74XAoRrI/AAAAAAAABAo/f1TG4QUa8qs/s1600-h/Food+Vendor+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz74XAoRrI/AAAAAAAABAo/f1TG4QUa8qs/s400/Food+Vendor+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389959799723542194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7nxGD4mI/AAAAAAAABAg/T0nQPKFJ2Wk/s1600-h/Food+Vendor+3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7nxGD4mI/AAAAAAAABAg/T0nQPKFJ2Wk/s400/Food+Vendor+3+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389959514667868770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7WZ3f_MI/AAAAAAAABAY/OjAU6ggX0b8/s1600-h/Food+Vendor+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7WZ3f_MI/AAAAAAAABAY/OjAU6ggX0b8/s400/Food+Vendor+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389959216375004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7CkvraII/AAAAAAAABAQ/6oH5E01VkWg/s1600-h/Kettle+corn+edit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz7CkvraII/AAAAAAAABAQ/6oH5E01VkWg/s400/Kettle+corn+edit+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389958875697604738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forty different groups provided live music and dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz6mOLUnuI/AAAAAAAABAI/QyhvSsF_pgo/s1600-h/Band+gospel+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz6mOLUnuI/AAAAAAAABAI/QyhvSsF_pgo/s400/Band+gospel+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389958388603199202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz6X2DWT9I/AAAAAAAABAA/g8quzhbK0JI/s1600-h/Band+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz6X2DWT9I/AAAAAAAABAA/g8quzhbK0JI/s400/Band+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389958141609136082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of the celebration of talented artists, I would like to introduce a fabulous blog I discovered through my Pink Saturday adventures, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fififlowers.com/"&gt;Fifi Flowers Design Decor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Fifi is a talented artist who believes life should be full of whimsy and fun. So do I Fifi. Do drop by and say hello and see Fifi’s incredible art work. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed. If you are a blogger and would like to join in the fun on Pink Saturday, be sure to &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;contact&lt;/a&gt; Beverly for details. If you are interested in taking classes at the Folk School, call 1-800-FOLK-SCH for a free catalog or go to the John C. Campbell &lt;a href="https://www.folkschool.org/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Pink Saturday everyone from the John C. Campbell Folk School in scenic Brasstown, North Carolina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz5_Ra8CZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/yoi70xmHrBs/s1600-h/Pink+Saturday+with+Beverly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ssz5_Ra8CZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/yoi70xmHrBs/s200/Pink+Saturday+with+Beverly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389957719459105170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-962344092692538958?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/962344092692538958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=962344092692538958&amp;isPopup=true" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/962344092692538958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/962344092692538958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-pink-saturday-at-john-c.html" title="Celebrating Pink Saturday at the John C. Campbell Folk School Fall Festival in Brasstown, North Carolina" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Ss0AzlTfwtI/AAAAAAAABCg/D03YZC34pwg/s72-c/Friendly+witch+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACSX06cCp7ImA9WxNXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-1468199272439414106</id><published>2009-10-06T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:46:08.318-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T19:46:08.318-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Asparagus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicken" /><title>An easy dinner for houseguests - roasted chicken</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss9D58Ry5I/AAAAAAAAA_k/JKANf606e2M/s1600-h/Roasted+chicken+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss9D58Ry5I/AAAAAAAAA_k/JKANf606e2M/s400/Roasted+chicken+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389468516381477778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roasted chicken is one of my favorite meals to prepare for guests. It’s easy and a crowd pleaser. We’ve had two different sets of houseguests in the last two weeks. First my brother-in-law and his wife were here for a long weekend and then friends of ours who bought one of our houses in the &lt;a href="http://islandtimeinabaco.blogspot.com/"&gt;islands&lt;/a&gt; stopped by to spend the night on their way north to visit their son. I served the same meal to both couples – roasted chicken with homemade croutons and asparagus salad Brazilian with hearts of palm and grape tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss8sKeKwoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/sO2vqA8v_lw/s1600-h/Asparagus+with+hearts+of+palm+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss8sKeKwoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/sO2vqA8v_lw/s400/Asparagus+with+hearts+of+palm+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389468108501729922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/asparagus-salad-brazilian-with-hearts.html"&gt;Recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took two of my favorite roasted chicken recipes - Lemon Roasted Chicken with Croutons from &lt;i&gt;Barefoot in Paris&lt;/i&gt; by Ina Garten and Grandmother’s Roast Chicken (Poulet Roti “Grand-Maman”) from &lt;i&gt;Simply French, Patricia Wells presents the cuisine of Joel Robuchon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;and combined them into one. I love the simplicity of roasted chicken and lemons in Ina’s recipe and the sauce from Patricia Wells’ recipe is divine with its rich herb and garlic flavor. As you know if you watch The Barefoot Contessa on the Food Network, Ina and Patricia are friends so I’m sure they would approve of my combining their recipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea of combining the two recipes from a comment T.W. @ &lt;a href="http://culinarytypes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Culinary Types&lt;/a&gt; made on my post about Mark Bittman’s new Kitchen Express cookbook. T.W. said, “Sometimes, I will look at two recipes and try to come up with a hybrid.” I thought at the time that it was a great idea, so when I was planning the meals for our guests, I looked at both of these chicken recipes and said to myself &lt;i&gt;why don’t you try combining them like T.W&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;suggested&lt;/i&gt;. And by golly, it was a success. Thanks T.W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The homemade crouton recipe is from Ina. The croutons are prepared on top the stove and it’s so much easier because you don’t have to constantly check the pan in the oven to make sure they aren’t burning.  I use this method of preparing croutons all of the time. Give it a try. I promise you’ll never eat another store-bought crouton again and it’s so easy they practically make themselves. Also make sure you use really good bread and good extra-virgin olive oil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss8Xfx9G2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/YpdF8CNiFAk/s1600-h/Roast+chicken+with+croutons+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss8Xfx9G2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/YpdF8CNiFAk/s400/Roast+chicken+with+croutons+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389467753444612962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roasted Chicken with Homemade Croutons &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is adapted from Lemon Roasted Chicken with Croutons from Barefoot in Paris by Ina Garten and Grandmother’s Roast Chicken (Poulet Roti “Grand-Maman”) from Simply French, Patricia Wells presents the cuisine of Joel Robuchon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 (3 to 4-pound) roasting chicken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 large yellow onion, sliced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Extra-virgin olive oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kosher salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freshly ground black pepper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 lemon, quartered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1- 2 heads of plump fresh garlic, unpeeled, tops cut off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 to 2 sprigs of fresh rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several sprigs of fresh thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6 cups (3/4-inch) bread cubes from a French baguette or boule &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Take the giblets out of the chicken and wash it inside and out. Remove any excess fat. Pat the outside of the chicken dry with paper towels, sprinkle the inside with salt and pepper and tuck the lemons inside. Brush the chicken with the melted butter and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Tie the legs together with kitchen string and tuck the wing tips under the body of the chicken. Put the sliced onions in a roasting pan, toss with a little olive oil and season with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Place the chicken on top of the onions and add the garlic, rosemary and thyme to the roasting pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Roast for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, or until the juices run clear when you cut between the leg and the thigh. Remove the chicken, onions, and garlic to a platter. Sometimes the onions may burn, but their flavor is good. Cover chicken with foil. At this point Patricia Wells places the chicken at an angle against the edge of an overturned plate, with its head down and tail in the air to heighten the flavor by allowing the juices to flow down through the breast meat. Then cover the chicken with foil, turn the oven off and place the chicken back in the oven with the door ajar and let it rest for at least 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meanwhile, heat a large sauté pan with 2 tablespoons of extra-virgin olive oil until very hot. Add the cubed French bread. Lower the heat to medium-low, season with salt and pepper and sauté the bread cubes, tossing frequently, until nicely browned, 8 to 10 minutes. Add more olive oil, as needed. When nicely golden brown, set aside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the sauce, place the roasting pan over moderate flame and scrape the bits that cling to the bottom of the pan with a wooden spoon. Add juices from chicken that’s on the platter in the oven. Cook for 2 – 3 minutes, being careful not to let it burn. Discard any excess fat. Add 2 tablespoons cold water (hot water will cloud the sauce), white wine or dry vermouth and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer for about 5 minutes. Strain the sauce through a fine mesh strainer and reserve. Patricia Wells say straining the sauce makes for a finer, more elegant and smoother sauce and is well worth the effort. She believes it is this extra step that transforms an amateur’s efforts into a professional’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you’re ready to serve, place the croutons on a platter. Slice the chicken and place it, plus any carving juices, over the croutons. Sprinkle lightly with salt and serve warm with the sauce. Yield: 4 servings. Excellent accompanied with Asparagus Brazilian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends from &lt;a href="http://islandtimeinabaco.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-about-abaco-island-and-barrier-cays.html"&gt;Abaco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss7hetJZQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wAXMpjNUdxs/s1600-h/Hanafourdes+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss7hetJZQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wAXMpjNUdxs/s400/Hanafourdes+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389466825443075330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends arrived mid-afternoon. Around four o’clock I fixed a little pre-dinner pizza with smoked salmon. It’s one of my favorite appetizers and it’s adapted from Jacques Pepin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss7Df1BWPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/LdtfZI3ERmY/s1600-h/Salmon+Pizza+crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss7Df1BWPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/LdtfZI3ERmY/s400/Salmon+Pizza+crop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389466310348462322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomato-pizza-on-naan-flatbread.html"&gt;Recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were our two houses when we lived in the islands. They bought the one on the right, which we called &lt;i&gt;Lazy Days&lt;/i&gt;. They’ve made some great changes to it, including a new dock and a white Bermuda roof, and renamed it &lt;i&gt;Somewhere &lt;/i&gt;(from Over the Rainbow). An appropriate name don’t you think? Here’s a shot of the dock and our boat that we took from the front porch when we lived there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss6cr3stkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3cGT74QFyZ8/s1600-h/Aerial+of+both+houses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss6cr3stkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3cGT74QFyZ8/s400/Aerial+of+both+houses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389465643566020162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss6RubfU0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/dKqoEjWIaM0/s1600-h/Rainbow+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss6RubfU0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/dKqoEjWIaM0/s1600-h/Rainbow+1+edit.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss6RubfU0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/dKqoEjWIaM0/s400/Rainbow+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389465455274447682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ending on a sad note, here’s a &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-conde-nast6-2009oct06,0,7266456.story"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to the story about Conde Nast’s closure of Gourmet magazine. It’s hard for me to envision life without this beautiful food magazine. It's probably the first food magazine I subscribed to. I will miss you old friend. How will Gourmets departure affect you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-1468199272439414106?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1468199272439414106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=1468199272439414106&amp;isPopup=true" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/1468199272439414106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/1468199272439414106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-dinner-for-houseguests-roasted.html" title="An easy dinner for houseguests - roasted chicken" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sss9D58Ry5I/AAAAAAAAA_k/JKANf606e2M/s72-c/Roasted+chicken+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">39</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQnkzeSp7ImA9WxNXFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5207988436133622875</id><published>2009-10-02T12:31:00.069-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:12:43.781-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T21:12:43.781-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><title>Celebrating Pink Saturday at Crane Creek Vineyards &amp; Winery in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbmEew7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/TmFNiJSXySI/s1600-h/I+love+to+cook+with+wine+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbmEew7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/TmFNiJSXySI/s400/I+love+to+cook+with+wine+pink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388094713791311266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday a group of bloggers from around the world get together to celebrate everything pink. Pink Saturday is sponsored by Beverly of &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;How Sweet The Sound.&lt;/a&gt; In fact, it’s one of the reasons we came to the winery today – to enjoy a glass of pink wine. If you love pink salmon, be sure to visit Mary at &lt;a href="http://oneperfectbite.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Perfect Bite&lt;/a&gt;. She prepared a yummy &lt;a href="http://oneperfectbite.blogspot.com/2009/09/salmon-chowder-san-juan-sunset-pink.html"&gt;pink salmon chowder&lt;/a&gt; last Saturday and treated us to breathtaking (pink) photos of the San Juan Islands. If you would like to join in the fun, visit Bev and sign up for next week’s Pink Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbX-yf6wI/AAAAAAAAA-k/uTC8_WiwGwQ/s1600-h/Blush+wine+display.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbX-yf6wI/AAAAAAAAA-k/uTC8_WiwGwQ/s400/Blush+wine+display.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388094471745301250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbL1RfTVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/6dQFgjisJ7M/s1600-h/Crane+Creek+Vineyards+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbL1RfTVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/6dQFgjisJ7M/s400/Crane+Creek+Vineyards+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388094263032499538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’re visiting &lt;a href="http://www.cranecreekvineyards.com/"&gt;Crane Creek Vineyards &amp;amp; Winery,&lt;/a&gt; which sits high in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia, just a few miles from Young Harris, a quaint college town and in the shadow of Brasstown Bald, Georgia’s highest peak. Less than two hours north of Atlanta, it feels like it’s a world away. Sun kissed days, cool summer nights and rich mineral soils allow the winery to cultivate grapes with fresh, assertive aromas and concentrated flavors. In addition to blush and rose wine, they also produce a nice selection of reds and whites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZaYVTRiqI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Y2NJ3Hlp-RE/s1600-h/Pig+3+edit+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZaYVTRiqI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Y2NJ3Hlp-RE/s400/Pig+3+edit+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388093378276723362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZaFHAmVUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/cya3Amn15UI/s1600-h/House+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZaFHAmVUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/cya3Amn15UI/s400/House+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388093048022783298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped by their tasting room, housed in a charming old, yellow clapboard Georgia farmhouse that overlooks the vineyards and were greeted by a darling little metal pink pig at the gate. Inside we sampled a bottle of their Villard Noir, Blanc de Noir, 2008. Crisp and dry, it reminded us very much of the fabulous French rose wines we enjoyed during our &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/04/french-rose-wine-from-provence-chateau.html"&gt;trip to Provence&lt;/a&gt; a couple of years ago. While visiting with Chef David, he said he likes to serve this wine with figs and goat cheese drizzled with a little balsamic glaze. Sounds like a winner to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZZEEpC0oI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fdwSYC7P1jI/s1600-h/Rose+wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZZEEpC0oI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fdwSYC7P1jI/s400/Rose+wine.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388091930695619202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crane Creek Vineyards is a great place for lunch. If you call ahead, they’ll prepare a cheese tray for you and customize it with various vegetable medleys or assorted antipasto meats. They also offer soup (today’s selection was Fresh Tomato) and a glass of wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZYXbENRnI/AAAAAAAAA98/czvTkSPLQRg/s400/Soup+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388091163621017202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the grounds there’s a beautiful pavilion that’s perfect for parties or even a &lt;a href="http://www.cranecreekvineyards.com/weddings.php"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt;, which sounds like a fantasy experience for a new bride to exchange vows in the vineyards and start a new lifelong journey with the one she loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZX5WiUpSI/AAAAAAAAA90/DP04EThQJZ4/s1600-h/weddings_pic1_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZX5WiUpSI/AAAAAAAAA90/DP04EThQJZ4/s400/weddings_pic1_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090647009076514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo of wedding courtesy of Crane Creek Vineyards &amp;amp; Winery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZXw0d-fJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ZJcu_Lqw2ZA/s1600-h/Pavillion+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZXw0d-fJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ZJcu_Lqw2ZA/s400/Pavillion+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090500425088146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crane Creek is a member of the &lt;a href="http://www.georgiawine.com/"&gt;Wine Growers Association of Georgia&lt;/a&gt;. In December the association sponsors a &lt;a href="http://www.georgiawine.com/events/first-ever-winter-wine-highway"&gt;Georgia Wine Highway Weekend.&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.georgiawine.com/georgia-wine-country-map"&gt;participating wineries&lt;/a&gt; are all within driving distance of Atlanta, Asheville or Chattanooga.  So if in mid December you’re feeling stressed-out and want to escape for a couple of days from the holiday hustle and bustle, the winery tour might just be the perfect weekend trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZXObHwumI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7xW28fDHMCc/s1600-h/Crane+Creek+Winery+3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZXObHwumI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7xW28fDHMCc/s400/Crane+Creek+Winery+3+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388089909505473122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to the winery tours in North Georgia, there’s hiking on the Appalachian Trail and plenty of trout fishing in the area. Crane Creek offers two lovely &lt;a href="http://www.cranecreekvineyards.com/guest-houses.php"&gt;guest houses&lt;/a&gt;, one of which is located a few feet from Frogtown Creek, a branch of the Chestatee River, which is a certified Georgia trout stream. Regularly stocked with rainbow trout, it’s a trout fisherman's paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZWsriRq4I/AAAAAAAAA9c/CqgF9w85csc/s1600-h/Barn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZWsriRq4I/AAAAAAAAA9c/CqgF9w85csc/s400/Barn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388089329796098946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’re looking forward to Crane Creek’s upcoming &lt;a href="http://www.cranecreekvineyards.com/calendar.php"&gt;Annual Harvest Day&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday, October 24, where they celebrate the completion of the year’s harvest with hayrides, grape stomping, winery tours and tastings. I’ll give Catawba a scratch on her ear and tell her I’ll see her on the twenty-fourth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZWTe6T6oI/AAAAAAAAA9U/l3MTiVjaE8E/s1600-h/Sam+%26+Dog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZWTe6T6oI/AAAAAAAAA9U/l3MTiVjaE8E/s400/Sam+%26+Dog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088896910518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband Meakin raises a glass of this wonderful rose wine and we both wish you a very happy (and rosy) Pink Saturday from Crane Creek Vineyards &amp;amp; Winery located in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZVzL0b7_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/-Waot7rXaQQ/s1600-h/Toasting+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZVzL0b7_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/-Waot7rXaQQ/s400/Toasting+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088342029791218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5207988436133622875?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5207988436133622875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5207988436133622875&amp;isPopup=true" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5207988436133622875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5207988436133622875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-pink-saturday-at-crane.html" title="Celebrating Pink Saturday at Crane Creek Vineyards &amp; Winery in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsZbmEew7aI/AAAAAAAAA-s/TmFNiJSXySI/s72-c/I+love+to+cook+with+wine+pink.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">39</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBRXYzeip7ImA9WxNXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-2393627180271237958</id><published>2009-09-28T17:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:20:54.882-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T10:20:54.882-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soups" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salads" /><title>Houseguests for lunch and a secret to making good soup</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know from my previous post, it rained the entire weekend our house guests (my husband’s brother and his wife) were visiting. There’s nothing better for lunch on a rainy day than a good bowl of soup followed by a salad and perhaps a nap. Since our guests had an appointment to look at a house that’s for sale in the afternoon, we decided to save the nap for later and visit a local winery a few minutes away from the property they’re seeing with the realtor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEL96PpK8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/TtSJjXtmKpI/s1600-h/Bean+%26+sausage+soup+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEL96PpK8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/TtSJjXtmKpI/s400/Bean+%26+sausage+soup+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386599787546618818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I’ve found one of the secrets to making a really good soup. It’s how you sauté the vegetables. My mother used to throw the vegetables in without browning them first. While there’s nothing wrong with this and it does save a bit of time, if you brown the vegetables first your soup will have a much richer flavor. The second secret is to add the herbs and a little bit of tomato paste to the vegetables at the end of the browning stage. Here’s what I do. I start the vegetables on high heat, then quickly switch to low, season with salt and pepper, and cook them slowly until they are nice and brown taking care that they not burn. Then I add the herbs I’m using (thyme and fresh rosemary are my favorites) and a little tomato paste and cook the vegetables for a few more minutes until the tomato paste is blended in and begins to brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adapted this bean soup from Pam Anderson’s &lt;i&gt;Perfect Recipes for Having People Ove&lt;/i&gt;r. The mushrooms were my idea and I like using both the cremini and white button ones. You could easily leave out the prosciutto and sausage and substitute vegetable broth for the chicken used here and have a meal perfectly suited for a vegetarian guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Beans &amp;amp; Sausage Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Perfect Recipes for Having People Over by Pam Anderson&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¾ pound of mild Italian sausage (or up to 1 ½ pounds as in the original recipe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 ounces thinly sliced prosciutto, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium onions, cut into medium dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium carrots, peeled &amp;amp; cut into medium dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium celery stalks, cut into medium dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon tomato paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon dried thyme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 ounces sliced white button mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 ounces sliced cremini (baby bella) mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 quart chicken broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 16-ounce cans cannelloni or great northern white beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freshly grated Parmesan cheese for garnish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remove sausage from its casings, crumble the meat (discard casings) and sauté in a ten inch non-stick skillet in a tiny bit of olive oil until nicely browned and fully cooked. Set sausage aside and wipe out the skillet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add about two tablespoons of olive oil to the skillet and sauté the prosciutto, onions, carrots and celery over high heat about three or four minutes until they begin to soften. Season with salt and pepper, turn the heat to low and continue to sauté until they are nicely browned, about ten minutes. Add the thyme, rosemary and tomato paste and cook for a couple of minutes, then remove the vegetables and set aside with the sausage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sauté the mushrooms in olive oil until nicely browned, seasoning with salt and pepper about half way through. Remove the mushrooms and set aside with the sausage and vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smash the beans from one can with a fork, then add it and the remaining whole beans with their liquid to a soup pot along with the broth, vegetables, mushrooms and sausage. Cover, bring to a simmer, then reduce heat to medium-low and continue to simmer, partially covered, to blend the flavors, about 20 minutes. Turn off heat and let sit for 10 minutes for flavors to develop. Return soup to a simmer and serve. Can be made ahead and frozen. Before serving, sprinkle each person’s bowl with freshly grated Parmesan cheese. Makes eight servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsELCG9ptaI/AAAAAAAAA88/T7H6h0_aQ94/s1600-h/Spinach+Salad+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsELCG9ptaI/AAAAAAAAA88/T7H6h0_aQ94/s400/Spinach+Salad+1+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386598760168666530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spinach salad with oranges and blue cheese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make lemony vinaigrette by mixing together one part fresh lemon juice to three parts extra virgin olive oil and a dash of Tabasco in a jar with a tight fitting lid and shake well. Toss fresh baby spinach with the vinaigrette and top with fresh orange segments and blue cheese crumbles. Avoid buying pre-crumbled cheese; in my opinion it is dry and crumbling your own is well worth the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEKScOYvBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/f5kimm2faIQ/s1600-h/House+with+pond+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEKScOYvBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/f5kimm2faIQ/s200/House+with+pond+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386597941242280978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEKXk5AT4I/AAAAAAAAA80/GkKFMG4Uj7I/s200/House+with+pond+2+in+winter.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386598029467864962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the property they saw. One is of the pond in the summer and the other is of the barn after a fresh snowfall in the winter. As you can see the grounds were beautiful, but the house was on two levels and all of the rooms were extremely tiny. My husband and I have remodeled a dozen or so houses over the years and this one would be a major challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join us next time as we visit a local winery, &lt;a href="http://www.cranecreekvineyards.com/"&gt;Crane Creek Vineyards&lt;/a&gt; in nearby Young Harris, Georgia, and celebrate Pink Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEKCHiTW7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/FEY7bSMSpGI/s1600-h/Crane+Creek+Vineyards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEKCHiTW7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/FEY7bSMSpGI/s320/Crane+Creek+Vineyards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386597660810763186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-2393627180271237958?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2393627180271237958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=2393627180271237958&amp;isPopup=true" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/2393627180271237958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/2393627180271237958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/houseguests-for-lunch-and-secret-to.html" title="Houseguests for lunch and a secret to making good soup" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SsEL96PpK8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/TtSJjXtmKpI/s72-c/Bean+%26+sausage+soup+2+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HRng-fCp7ImA9WxNQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5014447169149422363</id><published>2009-09-24T13:26:00.039-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:58:57.654-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T16:58:57.654-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Breakfast" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="House guests" /><title>What to serve house guests for breakfast</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Srut6QZi1mI/AAAAAAAAA8U/W27QOz-5jC4/s1600-h/Parfait+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Srut6QZi1mI/AAAAAAAAA8U/W27QOz-5jC4/s400/Parfait+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385088995797685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend my husband’s brother and his wife flew down from Long Island and were our house guests. They came to take a look at our beautiful western North Carolina mountains to see if it’s a place they might like to live when they retire. If you watched the news over the weekend, you know that the entire southeast was drenched with rain and flooding. We live about a hundred miles north of Atlanta and within a fifteen minute drive of the northwest Georgia border and about the same distance from eastern Tennessee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we woke up Monday morning and watched the news from Chattanooga, the weather was so bad they listed the schools that were open rather than the ones that were closed because there were so many more closed than open. Knowing they didn’t want to miss their flight from Chattanooga that stopped briefly in Atlanta (where there was &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/aerial-view-hints-at-144778.html"&gt;massive flooding&lt;/a&gt;) on the way back to New York, I decided to make something quick that we could eat for breakfast before we left for the airport. I choose Ina Garten’s Breakfast Fruit Crunch which I adopted from her &lt;i&gt;Barefoot Contessa at Home&lt;/i&gt; cookbook. I used purchased granola, but Ina made her own and served her fruit crunch in parfait glasses. Since I didn’t have parfait glasses, I substituted martini glasses. I’ve never eaten granola with pineapple, but I found it quite refreshing. Feel free to substitute different fruit combinations, such as apples, pears, bananas and red grapes in the winter. Peaches or nectarines with blueberries, strawberries and kiwi would also be pretty. This recipe is my favorite breakfast for a guest in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrutpSLoBLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KCpog3FcJoo/s1600-h/Parfait+4+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrutpSLoBLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/KCpog3FcJoo/s400/Parfait+4+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385088704218399922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breakfast Fruit Crunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Barefoot Contessa at Home by Ina Garten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 to 10 strawberries, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup blueberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ fresh pineapple, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon grated lemon zest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups plain Greek yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups purchased granola, preferably flavored with vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine the strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, pineapple and lemon zest in a bowl. Add 1 teaspoon cinnamon to the yogurt. If your granola isn’t flavored with vanilla, you might want add a little good vanilla extract, such as Nielsen-Massey’s Madagascar Bourbon, to the yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In four martini glasses alternately layer half the fruit, then the yogurt and sprinkle with granola. Top with remaining fruit and a few sprinkles of granola and a small dollop of yogurt. If you’re using parfait glasses which Ina used, you’ll be able to have two layers. In that case, alternately layer half the fruit, then half the yogurt and sprinkle with granola. Repeat with the second layer of fruit, yogurt and granola. Serves four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrutHQIqvcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BoRCqR7uh6w/s1600-h/Turkey+sausage+3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrutHQIqvcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BoRCqR7uh6w/s400/Turkey+sausage+3+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385088119553572290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the terrible rains and flooding they were stuck in Chattanooga and then Atlanta for the better part of the day and half the night. &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-atlanta-flooding24-2009sep24,0,7167655.story"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/a&gt; got 18” of rain in a 24 hour period and it caused $250 million in damage. A very sad situation for so many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a big, leisurely breakfast on one of the other mornings during their visit when we weren’t in a hurry. I served little turkey and sage breakfast sausages that I adapted from Emeril Lagasse along with scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fresh basil and cheddar cheese. I made the sausages in advance and froze them, which made breakfast easy on my husband, who volunteered to cook. One of his specialties is a &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/oven-baked-pancake-popover-so-easy-it.html"&gt;Bismark&lt;/a&gt; (also called a Dutch Baby), and he made it with fresh raspberries, blueberries and plenty of powdered sugar for dessert. Dessert for breakfast? Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Breakfast sausage with turkey, apples and sage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Emeril Lagasse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon fennel seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup finely chopped onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup very finely chopped Granny Smith apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ teaspoon minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pound ground lean turkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh sage leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon Hungarian paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a 10-inch non-stick sauté pan over medium heat. Add fennel seeds and toast until golden brown in color, about a minute. Add the onions and apple to the pan and sauté until the onions are translucent and most of the moisture has evaporated from the apple, about 3 to 4 minutes. Add the garlic and sweat for 30 seconds. Remove from the heat and place the onion mixture on a plate to cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the onion mixture is cooling, combine the turkey, sage, salt, pepper, paprika, cayenne pepper and nutmeg in a medium-size mixing bowl. Once the onion mixture has cooled, fold it into the meat mixture until blended. Form your meat mixture into small patties, which can be frozen on a sheet pan at this point if you wish or kept wrapped in the refrigerator for a couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cook the patties, (thaw if frozen) heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a 10-inch non-stick skillet over medium heat. Add 4 patties and cook for about 3 minutes per side, or until cooked through. Remove from pan and serve warm. Repeat with the remaining tablespoon of oil and more sausage patties, if desired. Makes about eight small patties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Val at &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://morethanburnttoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;More Than Burnt Toast&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;made a &lt;a href="http://morethanburnttoast.blogspot.com/2009/09/royal-foodie-joust.html"&gt;similar&lt;/a&gt; breakfast sausage that I’m sure you would like. She used chicken and flavored it with pure maple syrup, which sounds absolutely divine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrusU6NSUbI/AAAAAAAAA78/RqX4E7WGu_8/s1600-h/Bismark_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SrusU6NSUbI/AAAAAAAAA78/RqX4E7WGu_8/s400/Bismark_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385087254673904050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/oven-baked-pancake-popover-so-easy-it.html"&gt;Recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for lunch and dinner with house guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5014447169149422363?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5014447169149422363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5014447169149422363&amp;isPopup=true" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5014447169149422363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5014447169149422363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-serve-house-guests-for.html" title="What to serve house guests for breakfast" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Srut6QZi1mI/AAAAAAAAA8U/W27QOz-5jC4/s72-c/Parfait+2+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">39</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DQH46cCp7ImA9WxNQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-8118835730773291625</id><published>2009-09-16T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:39:31.018-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T17:39:31.018-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seafood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salads" /><title>Falling in love with Mark Bittman's latest cookbook - Kitchen Express</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_HDb5peUI/AAAAAAAAA70/J3qgQs2oTac/s1600-h/Kitchen+express+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_HDb5peUI/AAAAAAAAA70/J3qgQs2oTac/s320/Kitchen+express+large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381738941574117698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Award winning cookbook author Mark Bittman has done it again. He’s written another fresh and inspiring new cookbook - &lt;i&gt;Mark Bittman’s Kitchen Express, 404 Inspired Seasonal Dishes You Can Make in 20 Minutes or Less, &lt;/i&gt;that has already become one of my current favorites&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He’s taken a whole new approach from some of his other best selling cookbooks, such as &lt;i&gt;How To Cook Everything, &lt;/i&gt;which has formally written recipes&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; He writes one paragraph instructions and talks you through the recipe, allowing you to do what you Mother did: add a pinch here and there and taste as you go. Don’t have an ingredient? Substitute what’s in your pantry or throw in some fresh herbs in you have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can hear Mark’s friendly voice talking to me all the way through the book, like a big brother looking over my shoulder, offering suggestions but never in a pushy or bossy way. Perhaps it’s because his voice is so accessible to us on television and the internet. If you’ve ever once heard him talk to Al Roker on the &lt;i&gt;Today Show&lt;/i&gt; about how easy it is to&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/24597677/"&gt; stuff a chicken breast,&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt; Food Section video when he first introduced his readers to &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/08mini.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=3&amp;amp;sq=no-knead%20bread%20video%20with%20mark%20bittman&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;Jim Lehay’s no-knead bread&lt;/a&gt; from the Sullivan Street Bakery in Manhattan in 2006, or trekking around with &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Mario Batali and Gwyneth Paltrow in the PBS &lt;/span&gt;series &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spainontheroadagain.com/cast.shtml#mark"&gt;Spain – On the Road&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.5pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you’ll know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Heather of &lt;a href="http://girlichef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girlichef&lt;/a&gt; first brought this new cookbook to my attention when she introduced it in her post, &lt;a href="http://girlichef.blogspot.com/2009/07/souper-simple-tuna-bean-salad.html"&gt;Souper Simple Tuna Bean Salad&lt;/a&gt;. She prepared the salad and served it, as Mark suggested, over chilled asparagus, but added her own touches including amazing black truffle sea salt. I thought to myself - I’ve made a tuna and bean salad very similar to this for years, but I’ve never thought of serving it on asparagus – what a clever and refreshing twist to an old favorite. And there my love affair began with this cookbook. Thanks Heather. I owe you one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Here are two of my current favorite recipes, but I assure you my list of recipes to try is already long, starting with sophisticated sounding Seared Pork Paillards with Prunes and Olives and a yummy Tomato, Goat Cheese and Basil Strata. I’ve adapted the following two recipes to suit my taste and pantry.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_GkVtWk2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/tl3VOVkCiuA/s1600-h/Cajun+Salmon+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_GkVtWk2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/tl3VOVkCiuA/s400/Cajun+Salmon+2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381738407335990114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cajun-Style Salmon with Mixed Baby Greens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adapted from Kitchen Express by Mark Bittman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Mix together the following blend of Cajun-style spices (or use a store bought Cajun spice mix): one teaspoon each paprika, coriander, cumin and dried oregano; one-quarter teaspoon each cayenne pepper and cinnamon. Add kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste. Rub the spice mixture on the top of salmon fillets. Broil, spice side up, skin side down, or until desired doneness. If spice mixture begins to burn, turn the oven to 400 and bake until done. Serve the salmon on a bed of mixed organic baby greens that have been tossed with one part freshly squeezed lemon juice to three parts extra-virgin olive oil and seasoned with salt and freshly ground black pepper.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_GRXkbY6I/AAAAAAAAA7k/tX4KWw_7gok/s1600-h/Tuna+%26+Bean+salad+4+crop+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_GRXkbY6I/AAAAAAAAA7k/tX4KWw_7gok/s400/Tuna+%26+Bean+salad+4+crop+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381738081417913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tuna and Bean Salad on Fresh Asparagus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adapted from Kitchen Express by Mark Bittman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Whisk together 3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice and 1 finely chopped garlic clove in a bowl. Add 2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil or 1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary (depending on the season), one 15-ounce can cannellini or great northern beans, drained and rinsed, 2 plum tomatoes, seeds removed, 3 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian flat-leaf parsley and toss together. Gently add one 6-ounce can of solid white tuna in water, drained and flaked or packed in olive oil if you prefer. Serve over freshly cooked asparagus spears.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-8118835730773291625?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8118835730773291625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=8118835730773291625&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8118835730773291625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8118835730773291625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-in-love-with-mark-bittmans.html" title="Falling in love with Mark Bittman's latest cookbook - Kitchen Express" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Sq_HDb5peUI/AAAAAAAAA70/J3qgQs2oTac/s72-c/Kitchen+express+large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CRHw4eyp7ImA9WxNRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5239255332047051385</id><published>2009-09-12T01:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:12:45.233-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T19:12:45.233-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pink Saturday" /><title>Pink Saturday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqsPTp9jxfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KekzgNiUTuw/s1600-h/Pink+Saturday+crop+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqsPTp9jxfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KekzgNiUTuw/s400/Pink+Saturday+crop+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411010180171250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beverly of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hosts Pink Saturday and I thought it would be fun to participate today. My husband and I were out on a leisurely Sunday afternoon ride a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t help but snap this photo. It aroused my curiosity. Do you suppose they painted their house pink first or painted their car pink first? Whatever the case, it has to be a one of a kind. This may carry the concept of matching shoes and handbags to a whole new level. I hope this free spirit owner of the pink house and a car to match brings a smile to your face and sunshine into your Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I first stumbled on to Pink Saturday visiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://plumbushcottage.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-join-beverly-at-how-sweet-sound.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plum Bush Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Thanks Shirley and Beverly; this is fun. Be sure to click over to see some hot pink petunias in the coolest pink container ever at Shirley’s Plum Bush Cottage. Happy Pink Saturday everyone and enjoy your weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5239255332047051385?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5239255332047051385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5239255332047051385&amp;isPopup=true" title="62 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5239255332047051385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5239255332047051385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-saturday.html" title="Pink Saturday" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqsPTp9jxfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KekzgNiUTuw/s72-c/Pink+Saturday+crop+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">62</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQEQ3szfSp7ImA9WxNRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-8869923503450673286</id><published>2009-09-08T06:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:48:22.585-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T20:48:22.585-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bradley County Pink Tomato" /><title>A tribute to summertime, the Bradley County Pink Tomato and the early days of rock and roll stars</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s almost time to say good-bye to summer, although fall doesn’t officially start until September 22. Summer is my favorite season of the year, primarily because I love homegrown tomatoes. I grew up in the small town of Warren, in Bradley County in southeastern Arkansas. It was know as “the land of the tall pines and pink tomatoes.” Every year, during the second week in June, Bradley County celebrates with a &lt;a href="http://www.bradleypinktomato.com/"&gt;Pink Tomato Festival&lt;/a&gt; honoring the Bradley County pink tomato, a special variety of tomato which holds the distinction of being &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediaofarkansas.net/encyclopedia/entry-detail.aspx?entryID=3156"&gt;Arkansas’ state fruit and vegetable.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVG_IH7ypI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4xfzT2q2wMo/s1600-h/Pink+tomato+festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVG_IH7ypI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4xfzT2q2wMo/s400/Pink+tomato+festival.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378783380290390674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1956 a small group of the town merchants and members of the Bradley County Chamber of Commerce, which included my father, decided to create an event to celebrate the tomato industry and help promote business in the area. The Bradley County Pink Tomato Festival was born. Since that one day event in 1956, the celebration the festival has grown into a week long affair and is one of the oldest continuous running festivals in Arkansas. A parade, complete with the governor riding in a convertible, and beauty pageant were added in 1957. The all-tomato luncheon has always been a favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact this year in June of 2009 the residents of Bradley County set the &lt;a href="http://www.worldrecordsacademy.org/food/longest_BLT_sandwich-Bradley_County_Chamber_of_Commerce_sets_world_record_90264.htm"&gt;worlds record&lt;/a&gt; for the longest BLT (bacon, lettuce and tomato) sandwich by making a 169-foot-long BLT, using 60 pounds of sliced Bradley tomatoes, 300 pounds of Arkansas Tyson bacon, 220 ounces of mayonnaise and 80 pounds of lettuce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGs-8pMnI/AAAAAAAAA7E/CKPbazgAToY/s1600-h/BLT-sandwich-90264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGs-8pMnI/AAAAAAAAA7E/CKPbazgAToY/s400/BLT-sandwich-90264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378783068589470322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos courtesy of the Bradley County Chamber of Commerce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGnc_v0DI/AAAAAAAAA68/TMvhPvGGsKA/s1600-h/Longest+BLT+production+line.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGnc_v0DI/AAAAAAAAA68/TMvhPvGGsKA/s400/Longest+BLT+production+line.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378782973576335410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years the market share for pink tomatoes has been eroding because supermarkets’ now rely on durable strains of tomatoes, picked green and forced to ripen after being removed from the vine. Thick skinned tomatoes are favored for this because they aren’t easily damaged in shipping. But we all know those supermarket tomatoes lack the flavor and texture of vine-ripened fruit. For Arkansas consumers, the vine-ripened pink tomato is still available in farmer’s markets and Warren continues to host the Pink Tomato Festival every June.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I recall, about this same time as the merchants and chamber members were starting the festival, this same group of men put together the South Arkansas Fair &amp;amp; Marketing Association. One of the things I remember they did was to build a large pavilion where the farmers could bring their tomatoes to be graded and boxed for shipment and where the farmers could work with the various tomato buyers. The Fair &amp;amp; Marketing Association also hosted the Annual Bradley County Fair &amp;amp; Livestock Show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGadO49xI/AAAAAAAAA60/MvJeF6J-LkA/s1600-h/Bradley+County+Fair+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVGadO49xI/AAAAAAAAA60/MvJeF6J-LkA/s320/Bradley+County+Fair+logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378782750301550354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father was President of the Association when I was in about the seventh grade. He came home for dinner one night and announced that Otis Cash, one of the members, had a cousin named Johnny from nearby Kingsland who was an up and coming singer for Sun Records in Memphis, which was about the same time Elvis, the king of Rock and Roll, was recording for Sun and got his start in the music business. Johnny planned to bring a friend of his, another one of Sun’s recording artists named Jerry Lee, and they would be the entertainment for the Livestock Show that year. You’ve probably figured out by now I’m talking about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Cash"&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/a&gt; in the early years of his career. Johnny Cash went on to become one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century with early hits as “Folsom Prison Blues” and “I Walk the Line.” His friend was the one and only &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Lee_Lewis"&gt;Jerry Lee Lewis &lt;/a&gt;who had just recorded two hits for Sun Records, “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” and “Great Balls of Fire.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVF3LJFy4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/kfqHIbU1G38/s1600-h/Elvis_cash_perkins_lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVF3LJFy4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/kfqHIbU1G38/s400/Elvis_cash_perkins_lewis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378782144149965698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from New York Daily News&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins &amp;amp; Johnny Cash surround Elvis Presley at Memphis' Sun Studios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s been years since I’ve thought about the Pink Tomato Festival or eaten a Bradley County Pink, as they are called. My father used to send us a case each year, but he’s been for gone twenty-five years and I probably haven’t been back to Arkansas but a few times since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFoq3_jtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NnPabB0OcTA/s1600-h/Johnny+Cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFoq3_jtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NnPabB0OcTA/s400/Johnny+Cash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378781894970150610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo of Johnny Cash from Amazon.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my husband and I went to see the movie about Johnny Cash’s life, &lt;i&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/i&gt;, a couple of years ago, I remembered that night in the fifties when he and Jerry Lee belted out their rock and roll songs around a grand piano on a stage in the rodeo arena in a sleepy small town in south Arkansas. My sister and I had pony tails back then and we probably wore our poodle skirts and saddle shoes as we sat in the front row in box seat at the livestock show of a small town rodeo along with our father watching rock and roll history unfold. Cash and Lewis went on to receive numerous awards and both were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFWaHsxrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/al5LxGwQOc0/s1600-h/Jerry+Lee+Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFWaHsxrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/al5LxGwQOc0/s400/Jerry+Lee+Lewis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378781581234980530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo of Jerry Lee Lewis from Amazon.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has strange ways of jogging your memory. Recently, through blogging, I’ve met a new friend from Arkansas, Debbie of &lt;a href="http://diningwithdebbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dining with Debbie&lt;/a&gt;. She has a wonderful food blog and while looking through some of her postings I found a series she did on “&lt;a href="http://diningwithdebbie.blogspot.com/search/label/All%20About%20Arkansas"&gt;All About Arkansas&lt;/a&gt;.” I couldn’t resist catching up with my old home state and as I scrolled down past her post on President Clinton’s Library in Little Rock I found her &lt;a href="http://diningwithdebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitchen-basics-pink-and-more-tomatoes.html"&gt;Pink and more tomatoes post&lt;/a&gt;. There was the Bradley County Pink Tomato along with some great tomato recipes including tomato bacon jam (yummy), tomato relish and homegrown tomato juice from the Chef at the Arkansas Governor’s Mansion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFIJdyrVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/AchCmnTP3Us/s1600-h/Splash+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVFIJdyrVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/AchCmnTP3Us/s320/Splash+Award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378781336246070610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to come up with a way thank Debbie for her story on the pink tomato and helping me recall some memories from my youth when I remembered that Bella of &lt;a href="http://beautydoesmatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beauty Does Matter&lt;/a&gt; had given me the Splash Award which I had yet to pass on. The Splash Award is given to "alluring, amusing, bewitching, impressive, and inspiring blogs." Thank you so much Bella; I’m honored. Bella has a gorgeous blog and believes that choosing to surround yourself with beauty really does make a difference in life and I agree. She is currently featuring &lt;a href="http://beautydoesmatter.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-saturday.html"&gt;Happy Pink Saturday&lt;/a&gt;. What a coincidence that I’m passing the Splash Award to Debbie because of her pink post on tomatoes. So Debbie you’re welcome to pass the award along to up to nine blogs that allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you as much as you did me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said earlier, summertime is my favorite time of the year and I’m really going to miss the homegrown tomatoes. What is your favorite time of the year and what will you miss most about summer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-8869923503450673286?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8869923503450673286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=8869923503450673286&amp;isPopup=true" title="35 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8869923503450673286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/8869923503450673286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-summertime-bradley-county.html" title="A tribute to summertime, the Bradley County Pink Tomato and the early days of rock and roll stars" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SqVG_IH7ypI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4xfzT2q2wMo/s72-c/Pink+tomato+festival.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">35</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FQXs4fyp7ImA9WxNSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-7397073167366988703</id><published>2009-09-01T07:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:00:10.537-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T07:00:10.537-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Julia Child" /><title>Backstage with Julia by Nancy Verde Barr – a delightful behind the scenes look at life with Julia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Spwb6B3_rOI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dkN5t-D5U-Y/s1600-h/Julie+Child+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Spwb6B3_rOI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dkN5t-D5U-Y/s400/Julie+Child+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376202738923187426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from &lt;i&gt;Julia Child &amp;amp; Company Cookbook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Backstage with Julia, My Years with Julia Child &lt;/i&gt;by Nancy Verde Barr is a lovely memoir of Barr’s years as Julia’s assistant. Barr worked for Julia for eighteen years on her TV shoes, cookbooks and articles, serving as executive chef for Julia’s live demonstrations and monthly features in Parade magazine and they became great friends. For foodies, this must have been a dream job. Her book is a delightful behind the scenes look at life with Julia and a “must read” for Julia fans such as myself.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwbdIljG3I/AAAAAAAAA58/d2kTZhmai7k/s1600-h/Backstage+with+Julia+by+Nancy+Barr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwbdIljG3I/AAAAAAAAA58/d2kTZhmai7k/s400/Backstage+with+Julia+by+Nancy+Barr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376202242508659570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barr tells charming stories such as what it was like to go to dinner at the Childs. To Julia, “come for dinner” meant “we’ll cook dinner together first, then we’ll eat,” says Barr. Julia had a very casual manner of having guests cook with her, including the likes of Jacques Pepin or John Kenneth Galbraith, President Kennedy’s ambassador to India. They were all just cooks in the kitchen. With or without company, Julia’s meals were unpretentious. Unless someone brought an appetizer or the ingredients to make one, the only hors d’oeuvres were Pepperidge Farm Goldfish. Often dessert would be store-bought vanilla ice cream with very good bourbon drizzled on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Childs preferred to eat in the kitchen unless there was a sizeable guest list and then dinner was served around their dining room table, which could seat twenty. Barr says Julia’s kitchen table was in the center of the room and permanently clothed in colorful Marimekko-style padded vinyl tablecloths. Can’t you just hear Julia saying to Barr, “We can just wipe them down. Whoosh!” as she made a quick wiping motion with her arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwbDgtA4FI/AAAAAAAAA50/Qz3vozGfOJU/s1600-h/Julia+Child%27s+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwbDgtA4FI/AAAAAAAAA50/Qz3vozGfOJU/s400/Julia+Child%27s+kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376201802305822802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo of Julia’s kitchen from the Smithsonian National Museum of American History&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Julia moved to California from Massachusetts in 2001, she donated her kitchen to the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History and the &lt;a href="http://americanhistory.si.edu/juliachild/default.asp"&gt;exhibit&lt;/a&gt; is called “Bon Appétit.” Her husband Paul designed it for her in 1961 and for seven years the kitchen was the set for her television series. Millions, including myself, watched the shows. With her distinctive voice, I can remember her telling us to “shoot the wad” when buying the best ingredients and to “go whole hog” in fearlessly cooking them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwavROxNKI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HSVwoJPM-jk/s1600-h/Julia+with+fish+2+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwavROxNKI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HSVwoJPM-jk/s400/Julia+with+fish+2+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376201454555051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from &lt;i&gt;Julia Child &amp;amp; Company Cookbook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia didn’t like “crunchily undercooked vegetables,” as she called them. She told Barr, “I like my vegetables raw or cooked, but that in-between ridiculousness is inedible and I won’t eat them.” Way to go Julia – I totally agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years Barr and Julia became friends. She simply adored Julia, but who didn’t? Julia had incredible energy and did not allow herself or others around her to use the T-word (tired) and it visibly annoyed her if anyone did. According to Barr, late one night after Julia had had an incredibly long day a woman approached her and said, “Oh, Mrs. Child. You did so much today. You must be exhausted.” The pathetic whine in the woman’s voice sent Julia into a stern, defensive stance. “I don’t exhaust,” Julia brusquely snapped back as she quickly turned away from the startled woman and lead Barr and her colleagues back to the hotel for a nightcap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barr says Julia’s total lack of pretention and nonchalance about her fame – how unaware she was of her own celebrity - surprised some journalist, many of which she invited over for lunch at her house. She says she can’t help but smile when she reads the account of how they expected to be served a gourmet lunch and instead got a tuna fish sandwich – albeit a very, very good tuna fish sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many more delightful anecdotes including how enamored Julia was with Charlie Gibson (currently the host of ABC's World News with Charles Gibson) and the magic that occurred between them on stage when she did her live spots on Good Morning American. Charlie once told Julia’s husband Paul, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m in love with your wife.” “Not at all,” Paul said, “I’m in love with her myself.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwagOwNVpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/FLGz7NBSVus/s1600-h/1+Mastering+the+Art+of+French+Cooking+original+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpwagOwNVpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/FLGz7NBSVus/s400/1+Mastering+the+Art+of+French+Cooking+original+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376201196191962770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were in love with Julia and enjoyed the movie &lt;i&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/i&gt;, I guarantee you will love this wonderful book. I learned to cook from Julia and mastered my knife skills from the black and white drawings in her &lt;i&gt;Mastering the Art of French Cooking&lt;/i&gt;, which I &lt;a href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-cook-by-book.html"&gt;wrote about a while back&lt;/a&gt;. As Julia would say, “&lt;i&gt;Bon Appétit&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-7397073167366988703?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7397073167366988703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=7397073167366988703&amp;isPopup=true" title="38 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/7397073167366988703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/7397073167366988703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/backstage-with-julia-by-nancy-verde.html" title="Backstage with Julia by Nancy Verde Barr – a delightful behind the scenes look at life with Julia" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/Spwb6B3_rOI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dkN5t-D5U-Y/s72-c/Julie+Child+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">38</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGQng8eyp7ImA9WxNSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5036512291453890944</id><published>2009-08-25T06:00:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:38:43.673-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-25T16:38:43.673-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seafood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Me" /><title>Broiled Salmon with Heirloom Tomatoes &amp; Fresh Basil</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL_WhBevBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/58LHz0fcnKs/s1600-h/Salmon+4+with+Heirloom+tomatoes+and+basil+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL_WhBevBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/58LHz0fcnKs/s400/Salmon+4+with+Heirloom+tomatoes+and+basil+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373638067693206546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I originally found this recipe in Leslie Grover Pendleton’s fabulous book &lt;i&gt;Simply Shrimp, Salmon and Fish Steaks.&lt;/i&gt; Leslie calls it sautéed salmon smothered in summer and it is definitely a summer dish to be made when the tomatoes are at their peak and the basil is fresh. It is healthy, easy to prepare and can be served warm or at room temperature. It truly is summer at its finest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I’ve adapted Leslie’s recipe to our taste by broiling the salmon, which is our favorite method of cooking salmon and one we learned from Pierre Franey in &lt;i&gt;The 60 Minute Gourmet&lt;/i&gt;. For the tomatoes I’ve used heirloom ones from our own garden. Cherokee Purples, Mortgate Lifters, Mr. Stripey and Brandywine are my favorites. Serve with asparagus or green beans with lemon and butter, as we have here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broiled Salmon with Heirloom Tomatoes &amp;amp; Fresh Basil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Simply Shrimp, Salmon, and Fish Steaks by Leslie Grover Pendleton and The 60 Minute Gourmet by Pierre Franey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large vine-ripe tomato, preferably an heirloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup finely chopped fresh basil leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 boneless salmon fillet, about 1 ½ lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canola or peanut oil  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coarse kosher or sea salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dice the tomato, season with salt and pepper and transfer it, along with all of its juices, to a bowl. Add the basil, lemon and 1 tablespoon olive oil and combine well. Let the sauce sit while preparing the salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat the broiler. Arrange the pieces of salmon in one layer on an unheated broiler tray or sheet pan, drizzle with a little oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper. (I usually line the pan with heavy duty foil for easy clean-up). Place the salmon under the broiler about two or three inches away from the source of heat. Broil about 7 to 8 minutes or just until the pieces are cooked through. It is not necessary to turn the salmon. If it starts to burn, change from broil to bake and bake at 400 degrees until the salmon is done but still a little pink on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slide the salmon onto a platter (with the skin side down) and smother, as Leslie calls it, with the tomato and basil mixture. Let it stand for at least 10 minutes to absorb some of the juices before serving. The salmon can stand at room temperature for up to 45 minutes or it can be refrigerated for up to 24 hours. Serves 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kreativ Blog Award &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL9a6VnISI/AAAAAAAAA5A/YDxXHj3bb7A/s1600-h/kreativ+blogger+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL9a6VnISI/AAAAAAAAA5A/YDxXHj3bb7A/s200/kreativ+blogger+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373635944184750370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish to thank Helene of &lt;a href="http://helene-lacuisine.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Cuisine d’Helene&lt;/a&gt; for the Kreativ Blog Award. I am deeply honored. She shares my passion for good food, is an incredible photographer and has some fabulous food on her blog. If you love good French bread which I do, check out Helene’s &lt;a href="http://helene-lacuisine.blogspot.com/search/label/baguettes"&gt;baguette&lt;/a&gt; or her post on &lt;a href="http://helene-lacuisine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mousseline-au-chocolat-julia-child.html"&gt;Julia Child’s Mousseline au Chocolate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules that accompany the award are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Thank the person who awarded you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Copy the logo and paste it on your blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Link to the person who nominated you for the award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Name (up to 7) things about yourself that people might find interesting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Nominate (up to 7) other Kreativ Bloggers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Post links to the blogs you nominate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Leave a comment on each of the blogs to let them know they’ve been nominated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am passing the Kreativ Blog Award to some of my newest friends that I think you will enjoy as much as I do. Be sure to drop by and say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://aworldinapan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura’s Paris Cooking Notebook&lt;/a&gt;. Laura’s home base is Paris and she has incredible posts of her journeys and great food along the way. She grew up in Uruguay with a French grandmother. Don't miss her meal in the &lt;a href="http://aworldinapan.blogspot.com/2009/06/meal-at-restaurant-le-clezio-in-st.html"&gt;Loire Valley &lt;/a&gt;of France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://beautydoesmatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beauty Does Matter&lt;/a&gt;. Bella believes that surrounding yourself with beauty makes a difference in life, which I totally agree with. Her post of &lt;a href="http://beautydoesmatter.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-lavender.html"&gt;Loving Lavender&lt;/a&gt; is a perfect example along with the beautiful pink hydrangeas that greet you at the top of her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://labellacook.blogspot.com/2009/08/coquilles-saint-jacques-provencale.html"&gt;La Bella Cook&lt;/a&gt;, enjoying one recipe at a time. She is currently featuring Coquilles Saint-Jacques Provencale, one of my French favorites, but you’ll also enjoy the &lt;a href="http://labellacook.blogspot.com/2009/07/spinach-and-blood-orange-salad-with.html"&gt;Spinach and Blood Orange salad&lt;/a&gt; with raspberry vinaigrette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mysteryloverskitchen.com/"&gt;Mystery Lovers Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; where six mystery writers, Avery, Julie, Jenn, Riley, Cleo and Krista share the blog and cook up crime…..and recipes too. They feature a weekly contest where they award $25 gift certificate to Williams Sonoma. If that’s not reason enough to click over, then their post &lt;a href="http://www.mysteryloverskitchen.com/2009/08/death-by-chocolate-or-what-way-to-go.html"&gt;Death by Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; -what a way to go, should get your attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following rule number 4 of the award, here are a few things about me: I grew up in a small town in southeast Arkansas and graduated from college with a Bachelor of Business Administration, which during the sixties was considered a man’s degree. I was the only woman in all of my college business classes and, as far as I know, the first to graduate from the Monticello campus of the University of Arkansas with this degree. Obviously skipping a class was out of the question as my absence would have certainly been noticed. My first career was in management for what I call big league retailers, such as Federated Department Stores, Saks Fifth Avenue as well as Estee Lauder, where I had an opportunity to travel. Like many couples, we moved a lot with our careers and lived in many different places over the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I joined my husband in his business and we owned an industrial supply company  where I was able to put my purchasing and marketing skills to good use. It was quite a change from face creams and lipsticks to pipe wrenches and screwdrivers. We retired early when my husband was fifty-three and followed our dream of living on a tiny tropical island in the Bahamas for ten years. There we had the time of our lives, but sooner or later one has to move back to reality and we now live, as you know, in the beautiful cool mountains of western North Carolina. I love anything French, adore Provence and collect early American antique furniture. I listen to classical music and Jimmy Buffet tunes. I am an avid reader, watch golf and tennis. I became a Nascar fan when we lived in the islands and some of the drivers and car owners brought their yachts and sportfish boats to a marina near us in the summer (little Dale is my man). .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s an old publicity photo taken for the Houston newspapers when I worked for Estee Lauder in the mid seventies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL8vVpXFAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/x6WRBDRWd7Y/s1600-h/Estee+Lauder+picture+with+mayors+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL8vVpXFAI/AAAAAAAAA4w/x6WRBDRWd7Y/s400/Estee+Lauder+picture+with+mayors+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373635195601097730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s me on the left with the short blonde curly hair standing next to then Houston Mayor Fred Hofheinz, whose father Roy Hofheinz (who also was a Mayor of Houston), built the Astrodome and created the Houston Astros. Standing between my two Lauder colleagues is New York City Mayor Abe Beam. New York City’s Tourism Directors had just chosen “The Big Apple” as their new advertising campaign and Mrs. Lauder created a fall line of apple colors to promote the new city logo and we’re showing it off to the mayors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5036512291453890944?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5036512291453890944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5036512291453890944&amp;isPopup=true" title="49 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5036512291453890944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5036512291453890944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/broiled-salmon-with-heirloom-tomatoes.html" title="Broiled Salmon with Heirloom Tomatoes &amp; Fresh Basil" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SpL_WhBevBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/58LHz0fcnKs/s72-c/Salmon+4+with+Heirloom+tomatoes+and+basil+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">49</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NRn8yeip7ImA9WxNSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-5152587731778596845</id><published>2009-08-17T15:34:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:53:17.192-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-25T10:53:17.192-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Me" /><title>No Cooking Today</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There will be no cooking for me today because it’s my birthday. It’s also the day my husband Meakin proposed to me forty years ago at this beautiful fountain in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. This photo was taken by my husband the day he proposed and it’s faded somewhat and stuck in an old album, thus it isn’t as sharp as it once was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SomxSSyLoeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/i9N_b7betrk/s1600-h/Mecon+Fountain+daytime+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SomxSSyLoeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/i9N_b7betrk/s400/Mecon+Fountain+daytime+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371018958454104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The fountain, known as one of the Mecom Fountains, is at the middle of the five way intersection of Main, Montrose and &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Herman Drive&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt;, near &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rice&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the Medical complex. It was&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;beautifully lit at night but our photo of the lit fountain has seen the effects of what heat does to plastic album covers and is not worthy of showing. It is across from what was then the stately Warwick Hotel. The fountain is named after John Mecom, Jr., a wealthy and successful &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; oil and cattleman who, at the time, owned the Warwick Hotel in the background. Mr. Mecom also founded the New Orleans Saints NFL team in 1966 and was well known in the Indy car racing world with his Mecom Racing Team. Successful drivers such as A.J. Foyt, Roger Penske and Jackie Stewart drove for his team. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swamplot.com/mecom-fountain-nighttime-photo-opportunities-return/2008-03-04/"&gt;Mecom Fountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;s have experienced some bad times. In the fall of 2006 someone stole the 264 bronze canisters that lit the fountain. After staying in the dark for months, it got some help with floodlights from high atop the nearby Hotel ZaZa and is beautiful once again. Fortunately for us our marriage seems to have had a better fate through the years than the fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I met my husband on a blind date. My roommate had a friend in the Army and he and my future husband, who was also in the Army at the time, came to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a visit. He tells everyone he found me in the bargain basement at Foleys Department Store, which is true. I had been recruited off campus at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to be in Foleys Executive Management Program and was an Assistant Buyer in Women’s Sportswear at the time. We lived in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; during the early years of our marriage and, as a coincidence, later belonged to the fancy private club that had an outside glass elevator that took you to the penthouse club of John Mecom’s Warwick Hotel that overlooked the fountain where I said yes and we’ve lived happily together ever after.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-5152587731778596845?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5152587731778596845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=5152587731778596845&amp;isPopup=true" title="37 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5152587731778596845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/5152587731778596845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-cooking-today.html" title="No Cooking Today" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SomxSSyLoeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/i9N_b7betrk/s72-c/Mecon+Fountain+daytime+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">37</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQnk_eCp7ImA9WxJaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-273972520224337011</id><published>2009-08-11T07:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:00:03.740-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-11T07:00:03.740-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seafood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salads" /><title>Trout with Lemon Sage Butter Sauce and Provencal Potato Salad</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCFtiB2NqI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/v_jZDphnNWk/s1600-h/Trout+with+lemon+sage+butter+sauce+edit+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCFtiB2NqI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/v_jZDphnNWk/s400/Trout+with+lemon+sage+butter+sauce+edit+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437773100791458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trout fillets are one of the easiest and quickest fish to prepare. I liked to saute them in a non-stick skillet with the least amount of oil I can get by with. Pair them with a colorful potato salad and perfectly cooked green beans and you can have dinner on the table in well under an hour with a minimum amount of work. I’ve used fresh sage from my herb garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCFTOzmDBI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NN0V-CNuaJg/s1600-h/Sage+%26+lantana+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCFTOzmDBI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NN0V-CNuaJg/s400/Sage+%26+lantana+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437321264139282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you are visiting friends in Idaho who have a trout stream in their back yard, such as our friends in Island Park do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCE6K86IUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mFllR2sS418/s1600-h/Trout+fishing+in+Island+Park,+Idaho++edit+3+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCE6K86IUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mFllR2sS418/s400/Trout+fishing+in+Island+Park,+Idaho++edit+3+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368436890732732738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you catch mountain trout from the banks of the many beautiful streams and rivers, such as the Cullasaja, here in the mountains of western North Carolina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCElMyLoQI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fZbQHL_Iy14/s1600-h/Trout+Fishing+on+Cullasaja++River+edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCElMyLoQI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fZbQHL_Iy14/s400/Trout+Fishing+on+Cullasaja++River+edit3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368436530447360258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you buy your trout at the supermarket, it’s perfect for a simple dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trout with Lemon Sage Butter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Gourmet magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soak trout fillets in milk for about thirty minutes. Remove and pat dry. Season the trout with salt and freshly ground black pepper and dredge lightly in quick mixing flour, such as Wondra. Sauté the trout in a small amount of neutral tasting oil, such as canola, in a non-stick skillet, turning once until they are nicely browned and done, taking care not to overcook them. Remove the trout and set aside. Meanwhile melt some sweet, unsalted butter in a small sauce pan. When the butter is melted, remove it from the heat and toss in a little finely grated fresh lemon zest and a few chopped fresh sage leaves. Drizzle the trout with lemon butter sage sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Provencal Potato Salad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Gourmet magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz. small red or white potatoes, peeled or not, your choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splash of white wine, vermouth or hot beef broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 – 6 tablespoons good olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons red wine vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 of a sweet red bell pepper, seeded and cut into thin strips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small red onion, thinly sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 scallions, chopped, including some of the green tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small clove of garlic, finely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup Kalamata olives, pitted and halved lengthwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons drained and chopped oil packed sun-dried tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian flat leaf parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut potatoes into halves or quarters, depending on their size, and cook in gently boiling salted water until done, about ten minutes. Drain and toss immediately with a splash of white wine, vermouth or hot beef broth. Season lightly with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Quickly whisk together the oil and vinegar and pour it over the warm potatoes. Toss to coat. Add the bell pepper, onion, scallions, garlic, olives, sun-dried tomatoes and parsley. Toss potatoes again and let stand about thirty minutes. Check for seasonings and serve at room temperature. Makes 2 servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209877942576268533-273972520224337011?l=mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/273972520224337011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209877942576268533&amp;postID=273972520224337011&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/273972520224337011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209877942576268533/posts/default/273972520224337011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com/2009/08/trout-with-lemon-sage-butter-sauce-and.html" title="Trout with Lemon Sage Butter Sauce and Provencal Potato Salad" /><author><name>My Carolina Kitchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358601435867848753</uri><email>samhoffer@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12785685294770641805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SoCFtiB2NqI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/v_jZDphnNWk/s72-c/Trout+with+lemon+sage+butter+sauce+edit+.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMQXo8fip7ImA9WxJaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209877942576268533.post-4365387022431472459</id><published>2009-08-02T07:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:13:00.476-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T07:13:00.476-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Asparagus" /><title>Asparagus Salad Brazilian with Hearts of Palm, Grape Tomatoes and Red Onion Slivers</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SnMmxz8prqI/AAAAAAAAA34/JGdaB37Q7DI/s1600-h/Asparagus+salad_PS+edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQu3QdUU2P0/SnMmxz8prqI/AAAAAAAAA34/JGdaB37Q7DI/s400/Asparagus+salad_PS+edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364674218328436386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asparagus with hearts of palm, grape tomatoes and slivers of red onion tossed in a lemony olive oil vinaigrette is one of our favorite salads. It’s easily put together in fifteen minutes or less and is very colorful on the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asparagus is one of the few vegetables where fat is better than thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for straight, fresh looking, bright green stalks with compact tips. Asparagus is usually sold in bundles. When choosing a bundle, I first look at the tips for freshness, avoiding those with tips that are open, and then I turn the bundle over and look at the bottom of the stalks. If the bottoms look old and dry like a stick, don’t buy that bundle. Asparagus continues to age and toughen after it’s been harvested, so the sooner you cook it the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts of palm are vegetables harvested from the soft core of a palm tree and imported from Latin American countries such as Brazil and Puerto Rico and are sold in cans or jars in the vegetable aisle of the supermarket. They are ivory-colored with a firm texture. Their flavor is delicate and some say is similar to an artichoke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prepare the asparagus for cooking, snap off the tough ends as far down on the stems as they will snap off cleanly and discard. If stalks are thick, peel the lower portions with a potato peeler up to the tender part just below the tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asparagus Salad Brazilian with Hearts of Palm, Grape Tomatoes and Red Onion Slivers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Serves 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ½ pounds fresh asparagus, prepared for cooking as described above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beef broth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 finely chopped shallot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dash Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dried tarragon to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt &amp;amp; freshly ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 to 8 slices of hearts of palm, sliced into ¼” coins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ pint of grape tomatoes, sliced in half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One small red onion, thinly sliced into slivers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lay asparagus down in a skillet that can hold them without crowding. Add equal parts water and beef broth to cover the spears, season with salt, cover the pan and bring to a boil over high heat. As soon as the water boils, remove lid and simmer on low about four minutes or cooked until the thick part of the stem can be pierced with a knife. Remove asparagus with a spatula onto a clean kitchen towel and roll gently to remove the water. Serve immediately or plunge the spears into an ice water bath to preserve their color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the vinaigrette, put the lemon juice, olive oil, chopped shallot, a dash of Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce and a good pinch of dried tarragon in jar with a tight fitting lid and shake well until blended.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slice the asparagus in half and put in a bowl. Add the hearts of palm coins, the tomatoes and onion slivers, and toss gently with just enough vinaigrette to moisten. You may have some vinaigrette left over, in which case it can be stored in the covered jar in the refrigerator for several days. 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