This is a true thing that happened:
Actually, it’s all true. I’ve been to Taco Bell once maybe 7 years ago. Technically, it was a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut combo situation.
BUT the important thing here is that I’m back in the kitchen! I decided to start by cooking the food from the lady I’m referring to as “Adam’s Woman on the Side”, since he had to secretly watch all cooking shows during my Hyperemesis Gravidarum food sabbatical.
Here’s a link, make the pizzas. They’re Mexican.
The Blog is on Hiatus for Pregnancy.
Sorry for the lapse in vintage recipes, The Toddler has been a sickie and that leaves no extra time for bologna and peas in gelatine.
But sweet potatoes are her favorite, which is just enough reason for me to return to frying.
A little background: I like fried food. I don’t like frying. I don’t have a fryer, it stinks up the house for days, and the sentence “I haven’t started a kitchen fire in at least a year” has direct correlation to the last time I fried.
Just so you understand it takes a little extra nudge to start up a frying venture. Add in the fact that while I have been really tempted by the idea of sweet potato fritters, most recipes committed some pretty egregious crimes - notably, they used all but a few spoonfuls of multiple ingredients. I hate that about as much as kitchen fires.
They’re worth it.
Imbued with a fresh sense of purpose and imprecise memories of frying misadventure only the distance of time can bring, I put these together. They’re magical. Crispy outside, the gooey wonder of a hush puppy inside, and that beignet sweetness to boot. Plus, they led to a discussion of Dragon Quest as a cheese-making sim.
Sweet Potato Ricotta Fritters
(yield approx 3 dozen fritters)
Oil for frying
1 good size peeled sweet potato, cooked (I boiled) and mashed
1 15 oz container whole milk fresh ricotta
1/3 c confectioners’ sugar, a handful more for dusting
1/2 c rounded self rising flour
hearty pinch Kosher salt
half dozen grinds of black pepper
1. Heat a few inches of oil in a deep pot, preferably something heavy like a Dutch Oven. If you have a deep frying thermometer, you’re aiming for 365F.
2. In a mixing bowl combine the potato, ricotta, sugar, salt, pepper and flour til smooth.
3. Add large teaspoons of the batter to the oil, working in batches.* Fry to golden brown, about 2-3 minutes, then remove to drain on paper towels. Dust or gently roll in confectioners’ sugar with a sprinkle of salt.
*I did this by putting the batter in a ziplock, snipping a corner off, and squeezing out the potato mix.
Sarah and Joseph had us for supper last night and invited me to bring along one of the vintage creations (this even after I brought the banana candle “into their home”, as Joseph put it). That’s why they’re getting an above-the-fold mention here, they’re such good sports!
Thus far the recipes on the list have come from cookbooks. This one, I suspect (but can’t be certain), does not. It looks to me like a magazine or back-of-the box recipe, designed to get you to buy Jell-O and legitimize it for your luncheon table as more than dessert.
Also, that image is crazy misleading.
They easily used 2-3x as much Jell-O to achieve that picture. Mine looks like something Mario needs fireballs to defeat.
But back to the recipe.
What tips it over the edge for me into “advertisement” isn’t just the misleading image, but the addition of a seafood salad. Because the cottage cheese and lime Jell-O tastes fine, good really (really!). If you grew up with any Jell-O recipes at all, odds are you had something like this. Sure there’s the funky addition of grated onion, (which I honestly don’t get because it’s in such small quantity it doesn’t have an impact on the flavor), but the seafood is just…why? The makers of Jell-O don’t want to be resigned to dessert. So they waged a brilliant mid-century campaign to become a part of mealtimes, regardless of course.
Bonus: While I was snapping the pic The Toddler confirmed that it’s impossible to not poke Jell-O:
And so I’d like to draw a line here, because I think that may have been the last of the truly mild vintage recipes. Next week will be interesting.
Here it is, the pecan pie of the ages.
At the risk of raining on its ascendant parade, I want to talk about Pecan Pie Problems. Because there are some biggies.
Flavor: I’ve tried the Bourbon Pecan Pies that seem so popular right now, and I just don’t get it. Neither does Adam. It’s all about Bourbon, which is something I like, but not about the sweet creamy goodness of Pecan Pie, which is what I want. So if you want Bourbon Pecan Pie, there’s plenty out there.
Pecan Pieces: This is a personal problem. I like them coarsely ground, Adam likes them barely halved. With differences like these it’s a miracle we’ve lasted this long, eh? I settled on a combo of about half of each…that way neither of us is happy? ;) No, really, I do about 1/3 ground to 2/3 roughly broken up.
Cooktime: Oh sweet mother of unreliability. I would love to say “pop in the oven for X, and then you’ll have a beautiful pie!” I can’t, I just can’t. Every pie I made took longer than the baseline recommendation of 50 minutes and the one above took 95. NINETY. FIVE. MINUTES. I don’t even have a crust ring, folks, there was some seriously artful tin foil construction going on to keep that crust from turning blackened Cajun. My recommendation is to play it safe and cover your pie with foil until you get a sense for how quickly it’s setting up.
(yields enough for one pie)
1 c sugar
3 tbs brown sugar
1/2 tsp salt
1 c dark corn syrup
3/4 tsp vanilla extract
1/3 c salted butter, melted
3 eggs, beaten
1 1/4 c pecans (see “Pecan Pieces” above)
Preheat oven to 350F
1. Combine sugars, salt, corn syrup, butter, eggs, and vanilla extract in a bowl.
2. Pour your pecan pieces into the bottom of an unbaked pie crust.
3. Add the syrup mixture over top, giving a little jiggle to distribute.
4. Cover with foil and bake for 30 minutes. Check the pie, if beginning to set go ahead and remove the foil and bake an additional 20 minutes. If still very liquid, leave foil on and bake 30 more minutes before checking again. Pie will only have the tiniest wiggle when done, then remove from oven and cool thoroughly. (See “Cooktime” above)
Adam loves pie, and frankly I’m more than a little ambivalent. It’s just not a magical combination for me, “flaky” isn’t something I aspire to in my foodstuffs.
But then there’s pecan pie, the recipe for which I’ve spent the past month perfecting beyond perfection, until it ascends to a higher plane of dessertification.
Part of this unrelentingly awesome equation is the crust, and I’ve settled on this sweet shortcrust. I consider myself a pretty middle-of-the-road baker, chemistry has never held much appeal, so I’m more than a little happy with not only the ease of this crust but the very reliable results.
The yield is around 2 lbs, which for me is 2 pie shells, a mini pie, and a handful to shove in my mouth because it tastes so good.
(yields about 2 lbs)
3 1/2 c AP flour, plus extra for dusting
1 c confectioner’s sugar
1 c plus 2 tablespoons cold butter, cut into small cubes
1 lemon, zested*
2 large free-range or organic eggs, beaten
Splash whole milk
*I most often use lemon zest as a bit of flavor in the crust, but just as often for pecan pie I’ll use a splash of Bourbon!
1. Combine the flour and sugar in a food processor, pulsing a few times.
2. Scatter the cold butter over top, and pulse until it’s a crumbly consistency.
3. Add the lemon zest (or other flavor), eggs and milk then pulse til just combined.
4. Turn out onto a lightly floured board, pat down, wrap tightly in plastic and chill in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.**
** Shortcrust shortcut: I usually roll out about half and make my first pie shell at this point, then chill. Just be sure to handle the dough as little as possible.
I’ve landed in the middle of some weird food territory with this one, a 1974 Weight Watchers recipe. Vintage. Diet. Food. And so, as I imagine many a 1974 dieter before, I was downright cranky after dinner last night when I pulled the gelatinized marvel out of the fridge.
…And then put it back in the fridge. Dieting successful!
Here I am then, it’s breakfast, and suddenly I’m besieged with concerns about how a jellied tomato refresher sits on an empty stomach.
Hey there, curdled Bloody Mary.
Shown served in a snifter, I rejected the prospect of jellied tomato gobs smacking me in the face before noon (ever?) and opted for a dish and fork. The tomato juice is the main player but there were a couple standouts:
- Worcestershire sauce
- Dehydrated green peppers (That’s a thing??)
- “packet of instant Beef broth and seasoning” (What?!)
This is obviously intended as a diet-friendly Bloody Mary replacement option, but you’re gonna have to be tore up to carry this around a party or (and my heart starts palpitating) serve it to guests.
The Jellied Tomato Refresher hovers in the territory of unaccountable foods. It has the bizarre compulsion of all semi-not-good edibles, singular in its not-quite-goodness: I kept tasting the darn thing. With every bite I was reminded that the beef flavoring is terrible, the Worcestershire sauce makes my tongue curl up on itself, the melt-in-your-mouth consistency defies justification. Then, after a wave of palate-cleansing saliva, I forget. I’m ready for another go, not quite sure anymore what makes it so kinda wrong.
It’s not a drink, it’s not a dish, it’s not real people food. This is the food version of a Civil War surgeon’s tools, morbidly fascinating in its wrongness.