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A New World of Creamy


~Sunday, May 19, 2013

Quick!  What’s white in color, has no fat, and can turn a mac and cheese dish into a good source of vitamin C, fiber, and potassium?  Normally, anything white makes the diet-conscious eater think, “Not me.  No thank you!”  However, this pale pal is a low-carb-lover’s dream!  Give up yet?  (I know… I threw you a curve ball with the mac and cheese dish, didn’t I?)  Okay, one more hint: It’s a cruciferous vegetable; for examples, broccoli and kale.  Yup—you guessed it!—cauliflower.

I better begin by explaining my mac and cheese statement.

One of my favorite food journalists and cookbook authors is Mark Bittman.  Why is he a personal favorite?:  He eats the way I eat!—lots of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains; an occasional dinner including lean meat; and very small amounts of processed foods.  (Many people were surprised to find page after page of healthy ingredients in my Italian cookbook, You Never Grow Old at the Dinner Table; however, my book reflects the true Italian culture of healthy eating—and living!)  I first discovered Mark Bittman and his delicious recipes in his column in Runner’s World magazine, and yes, this is where the ‘mac and cheese’ comes into play.  Bittman’s version of this all-time American comfort dish achieves its creamy texture by using well-cooked cauliflower.  The recipe is great!—and opens up a totally new approach in the culinary world of “creamy.”

Therefore, a couple weeks ago, when my mom told me she created and jotted down a new recipe for me—a creamy cauliflower soup!—I thought, “Bring it on!” (as if I didn’t already have a million reasons to love my mom).


Cauliflower and Potato Soup
Ingredients (Serves 4 to 6) as the main dish

4 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus more to drizzle
2 celery stalks, finely chopped
1 carrot, finely chopped
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1 small cauliflower head, cut into florets and sliced
5 medium russet potatoes, diced into ¾-inch cubes
6 cups water
2 chicken bouillon cubes
1 teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon freshly ground pepper
¼ cup fresh Italian parsley, finely chopped
Freshly grated Parmesan cheese


In a large pot, heat the olive oil over a medium flame, and sauté celery, carrots, and onion for 10 minutes; then add cauliflower and potatoes to sauté 5 additional minutes, mixing occasionally.  Add the water, bring to a boil and add the bouillon cubes, salt, and pepper.  Cover and reduce to a simmer.  Cook for approximately an hour and 15 minutes.

Remove from heat and stir in parsley; adjust salt and pepper to taste.  Serve with freshly grated Parmesan cheese and a drizzle of olive oil.

This soup can be served chunky, but my mom achieves a creamy consistency by using a wooden spatula to mash the cauliflower and potatoes against the sides of the pot the last 5 minutes of cooking time.


Fannie's House


~Sunday, May 05, 2013

Why do us shelter dogs get such a bad rap?  It wasn’t my fault I didn’t have a home…I wasn’t a bad or destructive dog.  If people haven’t noticed, times are tough out there!  Our owners have to give us up when they can’t afford us anymore; they have to move away and can’t take us with them; or worse yet, our beloved masters die before we do and we’re left alone and orphaned.

I myself fell victim to one of these hardships and found myself at ‘Fannie’s house’ when I was only a year old.  I waited patiently in my kennel day after day, until the thirtieth day when it finally happened.  As I sat by the chain link fence I saw a girl and a young boy walking my way—looking at me with their kind brown eyes—and thought to myself, “Could this be the day?” as I softly raised my paw onto the fence as a gesture of my willingness to greet them.  Before I knew it they were leading me out of my kennel and bringing me outside.  As we approached the grass area across the street, I was then to meet the most beautiful dog I had ever laid eyes on—his name was Mickey:  He was regal and proud, with a sunlit-golden mane—like the noblest king of the jungle—that I couldn’t wait to bury my snout into!

My puppy prayers were answered.  The very next day I started my new life with Mickey, and my new owners; but I will never forget ‘Fannie’s house’ and the shelter and safety her home provided for me when life dealt me a bad hand.

Yes, this is the tale of my dog, Rossi.  And you may be wondering to yourself, “Where the heck is Fannie’s house?”  The home Rossi speaks of is none other than the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society, which was founded in 1924 by Fannie Thompson Kessler.  She created the SGVHS because the city kept fining her for taking helpless animals into her home—so now they couldn’t stop her!  (Can you imagine the determination this woman had?—women were barely granted the right to vote in 1920!!!)  Kessler was born in 1859;  therefore, she was 65 years old when she decided to further devote her life to humane work—and did so until her death in 1945.  I was so inspired to learn about this amazing woman from my friend Doreen this week, I couldn’t wait to devote this week’s blog to Kessler’s dedication to animals; and in allegiance of my own personal love for animals and willingness to help where I can.

Hopefully, Rossi and I have inspired more people not to forget about this historic shelter that has come so close at risk for shutting down, and has been a home to loving animals (like my own) for almost 90 years!  Mrs. Fannie Thompson Kessler was a woman of strength and devotion; and those of you who already are acquainted with me, know how whole-heartedly I embrace women who dedicate their lives to others: They should not be forgotten—and in my book :-) —should be honored without end.

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A Good Day


~Sunday, April 28, 2013

A good old-fashioned thank you card—what a welcome surprise.  I don’t think many people realize the impact it can make to send a simple thank you card in the mail.  As the recipient of not only one, but three cards recently!—I thought to myself, “Wow, these people actually took time out of their day to handwrite a personal note of appreciation for my business.”  I was already a satisfied customer for a job well done; but now I placed these companies on the highest pedestal possible and let everybody know it—and yes—that’s the idea!:  A satisfied customer means more satisfied customers.

When I first started a business 19 years ago I had the impression that other shops closed down because of lack of customers—wrong!:  The usual culprit was the lack of good business.  I was naive to this fact at the time because I started my career as a young teen at an establishment that practiced client service and satisfaction to the extreme.  (Who knew at 19 years old that it wasn’t the norm?) Another good example—ever hear of a store called Nordstroms? Their unswerving motto: The customer is always right, no questions asked.  

Hence, throughout my career as a hairstylist I have continued to provide good customer service to my clientele (many of whom I've known for twenty-plus years!); and now also follow through in practicing good business in my most recent endeavors in relation to my cookbook, You Never Grow Old at the Dinner Table.  After every book signing event the first thing I do is send a thank you card to the owner or the host of the event location.  When an owner has had a busy day of phone calls, problem solving; and has tried their best to answer every question imaginable thrown their way, how nice is it when they receive an unexpected token of thanks?  This one small act can erase everything else that has gone wrong in their day.  And trust me, they will always remember you and thoroughly enjoy a continued business relationship for years to come.

 You can just smell the toasted almonds!!  Yummm!
Speaking of events and book promoting, if you haven’t had the chance to sample my mom’s biscotti cookies (which has made believers out of people who thought they never liked biscotti), my mom and I will be recruiting more ‘believers’ at my next book signing event on Saturday May 4 at Savor the Flavor, 11 Kersting Court in Sierra Madre from 12:00 to 2:00.  (The nine dozen cookies my mom baked for our most recent event at Vroman’s Bookstore were devoured!!!—and closed the sale to boot!)

One last mention, my cookbook, You Never Grow Old at the Dinner Table, screams Mother’s Day gift—now only a couple weeks away on Sunday May 12!




Growing Tomatoes (Part Two)


~Sunday, April 14, 2013

At long last—the time we’ve all been waiting for: Growing Tomatoes (Part Two)!

It’s always fun when my dad gets involved in the scene!  The day began with my dad getting up early in the morning to prepare the tomato garden area with an “All Natural Garden Soil” so my mom and I could get to work when I arrived with my camera and notebook ready for “class.”  (If you happened to make it to my event at Vroman’s Bookstore last Sunday, my mom explained to the audience how my dad does the “hard part” first in the garden for her, and then she takes over!)  However, the fun part is when my dad finishes his “job” but hangs around to watch what my mom’s doing and starts asking questions: “Where are you putting the San Marzano tomatoes?  What about the Cherry tomatoes?  Why don’t you put more in that spot?”  In the meantime, my mom keeps on digging—maintaining her composure—and then finally answers, “The San Marzano tomatoes are the most important!  They need their own space!!  I’ll find spots for the other tomatoes later!!!”  By this time my dad spotted the neighbor outside by the fence and was already asking him, “Do you want some tomato plants?”


To plant tomatoes:

1.  Sprinkle “Tomato and Vegetable Plant Food” into the prepared soil: Use one tablespoon per square foot and work into the soil with a small garden tool.
2.  Dig four-inch-deep holes in the soil, two-feet apart from each other, to place your plants into.  (My mom’s planting area is roughly 15 feet in length.)  Your four-inch plastic containers should have the four healthiest seedlings left that grew into plants about five-inches in height.
3.  Gently squeeze plants out of their containers and divide them into two halves so you are left with two plants in each half.
4.  Place each half into their designated four-inch holes carefully covering with dirt up to the first layer of leaves at the base of the tomato plant.  (Refer to the picture where my mom is pointing with her purple glove!)
5.  Form a watering basin around each plant to ensure water will soak deep into the roots.  At this time, water each plant well, filling basins twice.

To maintain:

The tomato plants will need deep watering at least three times a week while they are growing; however, when plants are fully grown deeply water every four to five days (depending on the weather).

To the left of the tomato plants are the fava bean plants--my mom just picked a ten-pound bag full of fava beans and shelled them this afternoon. (And shared with me that once shelled, they only weighed three and a half pounds!)




Join Us!


Thursday, March 28, 2013

Tiramisu or biscotti anyone? : 


This Saturday March 30, my mom and I will be at Claro’s Italian Market, 19 ½ East Huntington Drive in Arcadia from 10:00 am to 2:00 pm sampling her Tiramisu recipe from my cookbook You Never Grow Old at the Dinner TableYou can have a tasting and purchase all of the ingredients you need to make it yourself in one quick stop! (If you’re hungry for lunch too, you can order a delicious “panino” and visit with my mom and I while you wait for your sandwich to be prepared to your liking.)

I am also excited to announce my upcoming book signing event on Sunday April 7 at Vroman’s Bookstore, 695 East Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena at 4:00 pm.   My mom will also be joining me as I discuss the story behind my book—and then she can answer all of your cooking questions!  (I have to remind everyone that my mom is the one that cooks every day and I am still the eager student.)  We will be bringing tastings to this event as well:  such as my mom’s infamous biscotti cookies; healthy garlic bread to pair with fresh caprese salad; a unique blend of orange and fennel that’s considered a salad—but is so much more!—and I’m sure I’ll think of one more dish that’s sure to be a crowd pleaser.

We hope to see you at either—or both!—of our events. Don’t forget to bring your appetite!!!

Growing Tomatoes (Part One)


~Sunday, March 17, 2013

By popular demand, it’s time to share my mom’s “know how” in growing tomatoes by seed.  The main reason she starts them by seed is it’s hard to find San Marzano tomato plants at the nursery—and virtually impossible to find that variety at the grocery market as well!  Last weekend my mom called me and said, “It’s time…you better get over here!”  So, I grabbed my camera and my notebook for my eagerly awaited lesson.  (This blogging deal is as much for me as it is for you!  I told my mom by the time she’s tired of gardening, I will be a pro at it; even though, I very well know she is not quitting any time soon!)


To dry tomato seeds (my mom did this stage the previous season):

1.  Squeeze seeds out of tomatoes and rinse clean with cool water.
2.  Spread seeds apart on a sheet of aluminum to dry completely.  (This will take about two weeks.)
3.  Place dried seeds in a small Ziploc bag, or a plastic container, and store in the pantry until ready to plant in the middle of March.


To plant tomato seeds:

1.  Purchase moisture control potting mix.  (My mom said not to skimp on this step—buy the good stuff!)
2.  Fill four-inch plastic containers (or small trays) to the top with potting mix, and water slowly until soil is fully saturated.
3.  Scatter seven tomato seeds on top of moist soil; cover with an additional inch of soil and water one more time.
4.  Use small wooden coffee stirring sticks, label by name and date, and insert into containers. (For instance, my mom planted San Marzano, Heirloom, and Cherry tomatoes this year.)

To maintain:

Place containers in a spot outside that receives bright light or partial sun; moisten soil every other day with a gentle spray of water.  When seedlings in each container begin to grow, and are roughly one-inch tall, leave the two strongest looking plants intact and pull out any other plants and discard.  (Usually only four out of the seven seeds planted will take.)


Upon my mother’s insistence, we all will have to wait until her tomato plants start to grow to continue the lesson—she wants her information to be as accurate as possible—so stay tuned for Growing Tomatoes (Part Two)!




The Big "U"


~Sunday, March 10, 2013

On Thursday, June 18, 1964 my parents boarded the S. S. United States—the world’s fastest luxury liner—as passengers and honeymooners on a transatlantic voyage from New York to France.



A couple weeks ago as I turned on the television and started tuning in to CBS Sunday Morning, something seemed very familiar about the first story of the morning featuring a massive ocean liner docked at Pier 82 on the Delaware River in Philadelphia; then it hit me!!!  My parents were on that superliner!  Married in California in December of 1962, a year of planning went into their epic voyage that would be part of  a three month honeymoon commencing with a cross country trip (by car) from California to New York (with one quick stop in Pennsylvania to visit my mom’s uncle Charlie from Sicily).  Hence, as Charles Osgood, the anchor of CBS Sunday Morning, spoke of the “who’s who” such as Harry Truman and Marilyn Monroe as examples of passengers aboard The Big “U”,  I thought to myself, “Leave it to my mom and dad!”  Over twenty years ago I attended a seminar where everyone was asked to write down the names of two people we admired the most in our lives.  I didn’t hesitate for a second: My mom and dad.  When they reminisce about their trip, they always bring up how their landlord of the apartment complex at the time offered them a purchase opportunity.  Well, it was either the trip, or purchase the apartment complex.  Of course, they packed their suitcases and never looked back—my heroes!
SALUTE!

By irony, I also took a three month hiatus in Europe when I was 20 years old and starting my career.  I remember thinking to myself, “How often are you presented the opportunity in life to take a three month vacation?”  I will never forget those three months I spent in my dad’s home town in northern Italy: visits to my grandparent’s house every day; partaking in the bimonthly “festa” on weekends; experiencing the true primal Italian lifestyle of bringing home fresh milk from the cows down the street from a small family farm; and watching my aunt’s daily rituals in maintaining the family home and ever- fragrant kitchen where lunch and dinner were prepared with fresh ingredients every day of the week—it was all about the experience that made it memorable.

Deluxe theater, first class dining room, and nightly dancing!
Likewise, it wasn’t speed alone that made the S. S. United States the superliner that she was.  Built in 1952, she was a champion of her time—designed for complete passenger comfort and enjoyment—a ship with unique and extraordinary beauty: The experience of a lifetime! 

When my parents disembarked at the port in La Havre, France, their car was presented to them stocked with snacks, a map, cologne, a full tank of gas, and toilet paper. (You would understand the toilet paper if you’ve ever had the chance to drive through Europe.)  They were more than ready for the next phase of their adventure (which I hope to continue in a future blog).  In one of the original pamphlets my mother kept as a memento, my favorite description of the S. S. United States was, “She hummed as a happy ship.”  What a perfect statement!

This was truly a blog I was overjoyed to share with my readers.  I don’t know which story was more exciting for me to tell: My mom and dad’s spirit of adventure, or the small piece of United States history featuring The Big “U”. 

Hum as a happy ship; indeed!

   

Mediterranean Magic


~Wednesday, February 27, 2013

In recognition of the benefits of the Mediterranean diet revealed this week in the conclusion of a five-year diet experiment conducted in Spain, I was inspired this morning to share one of my personal favorite recipes from my cookbook You Never Grow Old at the Dinner Table.  Having had grandparents live well into their 90’s, amongst other relatives in Italy in their 80’s still riding bicycles to the market every day, or to the local winemaker to bring home liters of Merlot in their bicycle basket, I take for granted that the Italian diet has to be good for you!  My grandfather in northern Italy spent every day of his life reaping the benefits of the family farm, and never a day of his life in a hospital.

This pasta dish is a classic example of a rich Mediterranean diet:


Pasta with Cauliflower Sauce

The whole idea of this very traditional Sicilian dish is to cook the cauliflower until it basically falls apart and becomes the “sauce” for your pasta.  It is also very Sicilian to use anchovies in pasta, which we happen to love in our family.  Many people cringe when I even mention the word “anchovy,” but as you will see, the trick is learning how to cook with it.  You will be amazed to find how unique this sauce tastes because of the anchovies, yet no one will ever know your “secret.”

SERVES 6

1 large cauliflower head, cut into 2-inch pieces
1 teaspoon turmeric powder (for color)
cup extra-virgin olive oil
1 large yellow onion, finely chopped
¼ teaspoon salt
1 (2 ounce) can anchovy fillets packed in olive oil, half drained
cup pine nuts
cup golden raisins
¼ teaspoon red chili pepper flakes
1 pound farfalle pasta
¼ teaspoon freshly ground pepper
¼ cup freshly grated Pecorino Romano cheese, plus more to serve


Bring a large pot of water to a boil and salt it.  Add the cauliflower, boil for 3 minutes, then remove cauliflower with a slotted spoon and set aside on a separate dish.  Reserve one cup of the cooking water, adding the turmeric into the cup and mixing well to dissolve.  Leave the pot of water on the stovetop.

In a large sauté pan, heat the olive oil over a medium-high flame.  Add the onion and the salt, and sauté until onion is golden, about 10 minutes.  Mix in the anchovies until they melt into the onions.  Add the pine nuts, raisins, red chili pepper flakes and the cauliflower.  Add the reserved cup of water, mixing well with the ingredients, reduce the flame to low and cover.  Cook about 15 minutes, mixing occasionally, until cauliflower is cooked well and falling apart.  You can prepare this part ahead of time.

Bring the large pot of water to a boil again and cook the pasta according to directions for time, until tender, but not limp.  Reserve one cup of the cooking water, drain the pasta, and transfer it back to the large pot.  Add the “cauliflower sauce,” the reserved cup of water, freshly ground pepper, and ¼ cup of Pecorino Romano cheese, tossing well to evenly coat the pasta.

Transfer to a large platter and serve with extra grated Pecorino Romano cheese at the dinner table.

If you want to complete the experience with a glass of red wine, this dish pairs well with a light red wine; for example, a Pinot Noir.




Pumped with Potassium


~Sunday, February 10, 2013

The LA Marathon Expo: A runner’s smorgasbord—vendors selling  non-chaffing creams (for those extra-sensitive spotsyeah, believe it!), compression socks to keep the swelling down, sport gels and bars in every flavor to avoid “bonking” (too hard to explain), extra-wicking running apparel for moisture and odor control, (you do not want to get stuck in an elevator with a group of athletes who just ran a marathon!), and lastly, but not surprisingly, ultra-marathoner Dean Karnazes speaking at the Expo telling everyone to “celebrate the pain.” (I know that one’s hard to swallow—like the chocolate flavored GU at mile 20—but you do feel pretty invincible after running 26 miles.)  But wait… what’s this vendor sampling—coconut water?—hmmmm…..super hydrating, more potassium than a banana, low on carbs, and five essential electrolytes!  I always know when 24,000 people at an Expo learn of a new product for better performance another health craze is on the rise.

Hence, for those of you looking for a different sports drink, or simply a great way to hydrate, pack potassium, and energize your day, drinking coconut water on its own or added to your morning smoothie is a great alternate choice.  My husband has been making this power-packed blend for the past two weeks:

Ingredients (Serves 6)

2 ripe bananas, peeled and halved
1½ cups frozen peaches
1½ cups frozen antioxidant blend (cherries, blueberries, red raspberries, strawberries, pomegranate arils)
3 heaping tablespoons nonfat plain Greek yogurt
1 teaspoon chai seeds
2 tablespoons flaxseed meal
½ teaspoon fresh ginger, peeled
                                               2 cups coconut water

Place all the ingredients into the Vitamix, set machine on low (Variable 3), slowly increasing to a higher setting (Variable 10), then to HIGH.  Blend on HIGH for approximately 1 minute.  Serve immediately.





Mountains and Meatballs


~Sunday, February 3, 2013

It is no coincidence my husband and I live in a small village nestled against the foothills of the mountains every weekend as kids, when my sister and I would arrive home from school on Friday afternoons, our bags would be packed already, and we’d climb into the car with my mom and dad for the familiar drive up the windy highway to our cabin in the San Gabriel Mountains.  Of course, it took becoming an adult for me to realize how good we had it: romping through the forest; hanging around the local arcades; being dropped off at the community lake to play on paddle boards and slides all day, and where I ultimately learned how to swim, (not at swim lessons back home where the teacher threw me in a pool as a terrorized kid which only served to scar me with a lasting phobia of the water!). 

Now, as an adult, the mountains still hold a special place in my heart because of my childhood memories, and I live so close to the mountains I can head out my front door for a hike at any time.  Unfortunately, becoming an adult also comes with its many responsibilities, and visits to my childhood cabin are far and few between.  My parents still make the periodic cabin maintenance and repair trip every couple months; however, last weekend on one of these intended trips, the rainy weather forced them indoors all day to relax and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace and the comfort of homemade soup! True to her nature, my mom whipped up a new recipe and—yes!—jotted down all the details to share with me so I could in turn share them with you! :

Ingredients (Serves 8 to 10)

3 tablespoons olive oil
½ onion, coarsely chopped
2 celery stalks
2 carrots, coarsely chopped
3 medium red-skinned potatoes cut into ½-inch cubes
1 small head cauliflower, coarsely chopped
¼ teaspoon dried red chili pepper flakes
¼ cup flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped
4 cups chicken broth
Freshly grated Parmesan cheese

To prepare meatballs:

8 ounces lean ground beef
1 tablespoon flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon freshly ground pepper
1 teaspoon lemon zest
½ cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
½ cup dried breadcrumbs
1 egg, lightly beaten
3 cups water
1 chicken bouillon cube

In a large pot, heat olive oil over a medium flame and sauté onion, celery, and carrots for 10 minutes; then adding potatoes and cauliflower to sauté 5 additional minutes.  Mix in red chili pepper flakes, parsley, and chicken broth.  Bring ingredients to a boil; cover and reduce to a simmer.

Meanwhile, use hands to mix ground beef with the remaining ingredients (adding egg last); form teaspoon size meatballs and set aside.  In a medium size pot, bring 3 cups of water to a boil and completely dissolve bouillon cube.  Drop meatballs into the water and adjust flame to a simmer and cook approximately 5 minutes.  Drain water from pot and add meatballs to soup mixture, stirring in 2 additional cups of warm water.  Continue cooking for 20 minutes and adjust salt to taste.

Serve with freshly grated Parmesan cheese.