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Friday, August 25, 2023

Meal No. 3422: Modern Coq au Vin

Approaching any given night's menu seems ripe with possibility and offers a world of wonder, but how come I so often revert to the old standards instead of bringing out the rare or sampling something new? It's why I am easily seduced by whatever gimmick pushes me to break the routine or interrupt the habitual; that's what the silliness of "National Day" features has been doing for me thus far in 2023. And it is precisely why the Memorial Day Monday's dinner was going to be coq au vin: it was National Coq au Vin Day, or so they say. There's pretty much zero chance that would have been the planned dish otherwise...trust me.

But as noted in an early June blog post, the 11-hour power outage on that holiday's afternoon knocked all plans aside. Even though all the refrigerated foodstuffs were tossed in the post-outage fridge clean-out, the desire to put this on the table remained, and I made it instead quite a bit later: on Sunday August 20th! I'll note that, while this has been a delicious dish in each of its singular and limited appearances (this recipe, once before; a more involved version from Serious Eats; and once as coq au vin blanc), I was especially glad for all its comfort overtones given it was the first time Mookie and Kristen had been over in very nearly a month!


"Modern Coq au Vin," by Sandra Wu. In Cook's Illustrated, Number Eighty-Three (November & December, 2006), p. 18-19.

Thursday, August 24, 2023

Caramel Popcorn Cap'n Crunch Cookies

The sad day of departure for a dear neighbor couple arrived this past Saturday, and it is a shame to have to bid them adieu. I thought some Cap’n Crunch cookies might ease their UHaul journey so I made a midday batch to hand off in between their loads up and down the stairs. Another neighbor also took a plate, as I’d promised to make these for him and his honey to sample. And a former neighbor had made rumblings about stopping by so I figured I’d best have a few to offer her as well. You know: just wanting to be neighborly.


"Cap'n Crunch Cookies," found online at The Capitol Baker, with credit going to The Sugar Plum Blog for inspiration and the source of the adapted recipe.

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Meal No. 3421: Pappardelle with Homemade Bolognese Sauce

After a wonderfully gorgeous day to finish out the week this past Friday, I set my sights on a hearty new recipe for the evening meal, ultimately concluding that a fresh slow-simmered pot of bolognese sauce to dress a plate of pasta would be the right call. And it was! With the rare appearance of pappardelle as its bed, this beef and pork and tomato and wine combination, well-seasoned and suitably herbed, was a bowlful of goodness. A bit of grated parmesan to crown its glory, the dinner delighted and the food fulfilled.


"Homemade Bolognese Sauce," from Holly Nilsson of SpendwithPennies.com. [Published 17 January 2023]

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Meal No. 3420: Pork and Potatoes

As last week approached its end, I continued to make meals from what was already in the pantry or larder—and a well-stocked freezer and a sous vide set-up allowed an easy menu to be made Thursday: boneless seasoned pork chop, and roasted seasoned potatoes. Simple, inelegant, filling, and good!

Monday, August 21, 2023

Meal No. 3419: Bistro Pizza, Again!

The dough recipe I used for cracker crust bistro/bar pizza early last week created enough for three different pizzas, so Wednesday's dinner was the second of those: a stripped-down pizza, with basil from my kitchen garden, more of my homemade pizza sauce, and slices of fresh mozzarella. This time the crust was closer to on the mark, but the portions that evening were a tad skimpy. Guess it's good there was still an ample amount of ooey gooey butter cake cream cheese ice cream to supplement the supper.

Sunday, August 20, 2023

National Lemon Meringue Pie Day

The mix and tumble of random variations continues at the Roediger House, as I take cues from the ongoing march of "National Day of..." notices coming in on my calendar. Last Tuesday, it was National Lemon Meringue Pie Day, or so someone has determined, and very little twisting of my arm was required to whip up one. While my fondness for lemon meringue pie runs deep and long, I have thus far made it only twice before, since I started keeping this blog. The novel aspect to my traditional recipe here was to make my own pie crust, another step on increasing my confidence in that art of the pastry.


"Lemon Meringue Pie," based on a classic and common recipe.

"The Best Easy Pie Crust," by Sam Merritt of Sugar Spun Run. [Published 08 November 2021]

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Meal No. 3418: Weeknight Chicken Tikka Masala

It was a throw-it-together-and-hope meal last Tuesday, given there's still been no grocery run and I wanted to pull something into decent shape from what's on hand. Prepped spiced chicken tenders went into the sous vide, and I brought out some reserved tikka masala sauce, bulked it up with some of my extra pizza sauce, topped it off with additional herbs and spices, and served it over bowls of fresh-steamed basmati rice. The dinner was a success, if I might say so!


Based on "Chicken Tikka Masala," from Cook's Country, October/November 2014, centerfold recipe cards.

Friday, August 18, 2023

Ample Hills's Ooey Gooey Butter Cake Cream Cheese Ice Cream

I am not quite sure how I stumbled into a determined course of action to make this recipe over the weekend, but I did: an ooey gooey butter cake cream cheese ice cream, adapted by the folks at Serious Eats and inspired by the Ample Hills Creamery, known as Brooklyn's favorite ice cream shop. This was understandably a multi-stage endeavor, started on Saturday afternoon to create the ice cream base; Sunday was for making the cake and churning the ice cream; Monday was when it was ready for partaking after a good overnight freeze.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to shoot for with the butter cake; mine turned out pretty tender and difficult to manage. In fact, as I tried to remove it from the pan to cool, it's like it did a backflip somersault with a twist and ended up as an unappealing pile, partially on the rack, partially on the pan, partially on the counter, and completely on my last nerve. But hey: it's supposed to be broken down into chunks to get mixed into the ice cream after it churns, so there's that.

Understanding that this dessert is being attempted for the first time while I am not yet restored to smelling and tasting, I still think I'd question how close it comes to being my sort of thing. I'm sure it's passable enough for a trial and also easily pushed aside in favor of lots and lots of other frozen dairy sweet treats I could make instead.


"Ample Hills' Ooey Gooey Butter Cake Ice Cream," from Emma Kobolakis of SeriousEats.com. [Updated 25 August 2020]

Thursday, August 17, 2023

Meal No. 3417: South Shore Sausage Bar Pizza

Monday's dinner option was a new pizza, meant to be bistro or bar-oriented with something closer to a cracker crust. Topped with Italian sausage and two spins on sharp cheddar cheese, all atop a homemade New York-style pizza sauce, it was the rare thin-crust version. I probably should have let it bake a bit longer to crisp up that crust, but it all still turned out pretty tasty.


"South Shore Bar Pizza," from Chef John Mitzewich of FoodWishes.com and AllRecipes.com. [Updated 03 August 2023]

"Homemade NY-Style Pizza Sauce," by J. Kenji López-Alt, culinary consultant for SeriousEats.com. [Updated 17 February 2023]

Wednesday, August 16, 2023

Entertained by a Morning Yard Carnival

Monday morning’s coffee time on the driveway in the warm humid air had two rewarding wildlife compensations. This downtown quarter acre, surrounded as it is by so much pavement and various structures, seems hardly hospitable to the visitor that Sumner spotted coming up the driveway: a turtle.

He understandably clammed up tight as he was sniffed at and fully investigated by the duly-appointed yard warden.

We watched him a while from a short distance but he was like the pot yet to boil—once we turned away, he was off like a shot, ducking up under a smattering of leaves along the property line fence. We left him to continue his journey at will. Twenty years, nearly, in this fine old manse and this is my first turtle here, for sure.

The other entertainment was the victory of a cicada killer wasp taking down its quarry just a few yards from where we were keeping an eye on the turtle. Seemed worth capturing with video and still photos.

The cicada killer worked expertly and efficiently and, while I do love my summer cicadas, I get that life has its particular arrangements.

When she was ready to hustle off with her meal, it was worthy of a Benny Hill soundtrack, and I was happy to give her room to move.

Then my camp chair got commandeered for positioning and situating.

I was happy to observe from a close enough distance...

...while maintaining suitable respect for the enterprise.

Still, it all played out as it must, and eventually the cicada killer and the killed cicada headed up the nearby maple tree, where ultimately a fine feast was likely laid.

Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Meal No. 3416: National Filet Mignon Day

On Day Nine of my 10-day covid isolation period, it was a Sunday that coincided with National Filet Mignon Day, and I was there for it. Prepped vacuum-sealed steaks came out of the freezer to go into the sous vide, and then they were finished off with a good skillet sear. Meanwhile, I cubed potatoes and shook 'em up with olive oil and plenty of seasonings so that they could then roast to a crispy outside/creamy inside state to go alongside. Having made no grocery runs to restock the vegetables, I couldn't add a green side item...but none was really needed if you ask me.

Monday, August 14, 2023

The New Chimney Cap

After three and a half years, having finally come down with the coronavirus, resulting in reduced house and kitchen activities to blog about, it's fitting that I should reach back to late summer of last year to update my progress on one of the items in the Quarantine Task Jar: getting a chimney cap installed on the original southside chimney that was rebuilt several years ago (which is when I ought to have arranged for a cap!).

The picture above is from August 2022, when the guys from A Cleaner Chimney came to sweep the chimney for the wood-burning fireplace in the kitchen, and also to measure for said chimney cap.

About three weeks later, the custom-made screen and cover was ready for its install, and they came on Tuesday Sept 6th, 2022, to put it in place. This is a non-functional feature of the house, by the way: the fireplaces in the original areas of the house are coal-burning, so they are shallow and narrow...and I don't think the overall chimney from bottom to top is in especially great shape anyway.

Not only is it good to shield the old innards from the weather elements, but last summer also brought the sounds of nesting sweeps and nursing hatchlings. I’d rather not have their homesteading or squawking squatting.

In the 12 years of having a wood-burning fireplace to use in the chill of winter, included as part of the kitchen addition, it’s now undergone two sweeps. I was glad to get that done before all those fires I enjoyed in the short cold spell of this past winter.

Sunday, August 13, 2023

A Mid-Day Snack of Buttermilk Biscuits

As long as I'm in recovery, thanks to the pernicious coronavirus that snuck past my mask and avoided all my repeated dousings of hand sanitizer, and with the corresponding downward push on my daily weigh-ins whilst the appetite has been affected, I fell prey to the temptation of a batch of buttermilk biscuits for a mid-day snack yesterday. I wish I could've tasted them while I scarfed down two big 'uns in short order.


"The Food Lab's Buttermilk Biscuit Recipe," from J. Kenji López-Alt, Culinary Consultant for SeriousEats.com. [Published 07 August 2015 / Updated 10 April 2019]

Saturday, August 12, 2023

Continuing Convalescence & Slow Return to Normal

This Saturday morning heading towards the middle of August dawned bright and clear and pleasant. I’m approaching the end of the recommended 10-day isolation from my first experience of coronavirus, and I feel pretty good even though I look forward to taste and smell returning and shaking off the lingering tiredness. Sumner and I started our day with coffee time on the driveway, appreciating that the July intensity of summer made its exit with the turning of the calendar page.

Over the last several weeks, when it wasn’t blistering hot, it was rainy, and then I was in Senegal and then I had Covid...and the yard got rather out of control. In short bursts with care about resting I did a fair amount of weeding and then fired up the mower before it got all that warm today to bring decency back to the front lawn. The grass had been growing quite slowly in the heat; it had been a full month since the last mowing.

The July on/off switch applied not just to elevated heat and humidity but also to mosquitos and flies. They were prevalent all that month but now they are hardly to be seen. I have missed my summer cicadas, though, as they have been all too silent. A little out-with-the-old-in-with-the-new moment was presented this morning, though, upon one of the bricks I use for my incense sticks:

Last night, when I took Sumner out before bedtime, I snapped this photo to show how much better lit is the driveway area. That was a quick but arduous task right before my journey to West Africa: getting out the extension ladder to change the bulbs on the high floodlights. One of the bulbs I changed out had been burning every night since 2009! I’m glad to be better secured with better visibility, especially for the vehicles.

Fortunately, I was well enough recovered this past Thursday to sit down for a Google Meeting with a colleague who has just become superintendent down in Sampson County, which neighbors my home county of Harnett. We had a great and productive conversation, with a bit of catching up but also focused on ideas for some possible collaboration on instructional leadership needs in his district.

I suppose I'll use this screenshot as an excuse to point out the new spectacles I'm sporting, which I picked up on a very rainy Good Friday in April. When the struggle to read recent UNC and UVA alumni magazines became all too real, I finally scheduled an eye exam...my first since 2016. One of the marvelous perks of downtown living is the short stroll to an excellent Eye Care Center, less than two blocks away. I’d been wearing my most recent glasses (and its prescription) for a good seven years, nearly, and I guess I’m lucky that I’d not experienced a critical decline in my vision. Decline, though, there had been! Not to a seriously functional degree, but once I put on the new pair, I could triumphantly ogle the vast improvement. Ranging from general clarity as I took in my surroundings, to how my phone and laptop screens looked . . . and including how visible were the previously overlooked stray face hairs that required pulling or pruning! So that’s the new look, and whether or not it’s nice to see, I’m glad to see better.

Friday, August 11, 2023

Meal No. 3415: Potato Cheddar Soup

As Covid recovery proceeded reasonably well through this week, it seemed soup was the right call again at Thursday's suppertime. So I made a hearty, overly-thickened cheddar potato version last night, and it was most satisfying. Having largely lost my taste, it did feel like a crapshoot getting the seasonings right...but it crossed the finish line as a winning effort.


"Potato Cheddar Soup," from the Roediger House. Adapted from "Potato and Cheese Soup," from KitchenArt: The Store for Cooks [now closed] in West Lafayette, Indiana.

Thursday, August 10, 2023

Carolyn's Banana Bread

As I trudged through the isolation phase of this maiden voyage on the SS Coronavirus, with several days of no appetite and purchased perishables languishing, I spied in the supremely ripened bananas on the countertop a divine purpose: two mini loaves of banana bread. And although I really couldn't get much of its taste to come through, I still experienced great satisfaction just from the warm feel of the freshly-baked slice with which I started off Wednesday morning.


"Carolyn's Banana Bread," a recipe shared by former neighbor Lori Pilon.

Wednesday, August 9, 2023

And Then It Came for Me...

I'm drafting this blog entry Sunday night when I'm taking a break from sleeping, which I've been doing constantly for almost 48 hours. But finally the coronavirus found me, I think from my plane trip home from Dakar Wednesday, and I am not feeling good! I was masked on the flights and in the airports and in the NYC cabs...but the mask did come off for meals and drinks on the flight. There was a demonstrably sick fellow in the row immediately in front of me, which means the flight attendants interacted with him right before handing me drinks or food, but I was also seated beside the very busy lavatories and probably got breathed on quite a bit by waiting passengers. Or perhaps I got it well before that—who knows for sure? Anyway: the blog is the ongoing chronicle of all things Roediger House, and this is one of those things. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Meal No. 3414: Cream of Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Oh my, what a superior version of ultimate cream of tomato soup the table was graced with last Friday night! All the elements came together in fine fashion to result in the perfect balance of flavors, a nice trade-off between thick and creamy, and a perfect compliment to those griddled sandwiches stuffed with two kinds of American cheese. A container was shared with neighbors down the street, along with a plate of the chocolate chip cookies made earlier in the day...but a second container was definitely saved in keen anticipation of some excellent future leftovers.


"Ultimate Cream of Tomato Soup," from Cook's Illustrated, November 1999. Recipe can also be found online at Cookography.com.

Monday, August 7, 2023

National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

With more drear and mist and cool temps under fully grey skies Friday morning, I responded affirmatively to my latest calendar notification regarding a "National Day Of..." observance. In honor of this well-timed National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day, I turned to a soft and chewy version that is for me most reminiscent of the homebaked Pillsbury cookies from the plastic-wrapped log, so prevalent during my childhood. These are exceptionally delicious, even if I still count the homemade DoubleTree-style chocolate chip cookies as my most favorite. My vote does not always win around here, and that's how we got this latest batch of what Sam Merritt calls the WORST EVER chocolate chip cookies...tongue in chocolate morsel-packed cheek, of course.


"The WORST EVER Chocolate Chip Cookies," from Sam Merritt of SugarSpunRun.com. [Published 28 November 2018; Updated 13 November 2019]

Sunday, August 6, 2023

Meal No. 3413: Croque-Inspired Madame Cristo Sandwiches

Last Thursday, my first full day back after a relatively quick trip to West Africa, was cool and dreary, but I found myself full of good energy and seemingly unaffected by jet lag or time zone adjustments. But the day's weather put me in a winter-like frame of mind, I guess, because I pulled out a recipe that was a particular delight on multiple occasions especially during the late fall: croque-inspired Madame Cristo sandwiches. Some hearty white bread, cheddar and smoked gouda cheeses, both turkey and ham, all in the eggy warm-spiced batter that makes this savory and not sweet. Guess that's why I also always like a good dollop of raspberry preserves alongside!


Based on "Madame Cristo—Grilled Ham and Cheese," from Chef John Mitzewich of FoodWishes.com and AllRecipes.com. [Updated 03 July 2018]

Saturday, August 5, 2023

Quick Trip to Dakar, Senegal

Did you miss me? Ah, you might not even have noticed I was gone. But last Saturday I caught a plane up to LaGuardia, took a cab over to JFK, and did an overnight flight that landed in Dakar on Sunday morning. I was there to spend two days with the new teachers at Dakar Academy, a network of schools and co-ops in West Africa helmed by my longtime friend and colleague Robb Warfield. The photos above and below are from the roof of the apartment house where I stayed.

The group was a delight to spend time with, as we explored how we undertake the agency required in order to be those who cause learning for our students, not merely "teach" them. Then, we examined the implications for how we plan for that learning to make it not just possible, but exceedingly likely...and not just for our better students, but especially mindful of the needs of those who might struggle.

Several years ago, I got to do a few trainings of aspiring principals in the local school district here, and we were hosted on several occasions by the Winston-Salem Foundation in their large conference room space that actually overlooks the house here.

It was rather a different view out the windows of my teaching space in Dakar at the start of the week. A jailed opposition leader, and then the outlawing of that opposition party, got pushback from small bands of roving protestors creating random havoc in isolated spots around Senegal's capital city.

That included a non-descript intersection on the busy thoroughfare that passes outside the Academy's Central campus walls. While the workshop participants were in a group discussion task, I walked over to the library's windows because of the horn-honking and then the strange beating noises. Three men had tried to park a bus across the road and one was taking a baseball bat to the windows of it. I at first thought there was a minor traffic accident, and this was an angry motorist. Once they had beat it mercilessly, they set it afire.

Of course, once the view out those windows filled with black smoke, I found it difficult to keep the attention of my group, even though they still engaged in the activities at hand.

We shifted to ordering pizza in at lunchtime, rather than people heading out; once the authorities finally arrived, it took a while to get the bus moved out of the way.

Whether we needed the excuse or not, Robb and I did not mind treating ourselves to these ridiculous desserts at the Chocolate Bar my final night there. Of course, since the government shut down the cell phone network, we initially could not access that trendy QR code to look at the menu!