All in a day’s eating. Tuesday, to be specific.

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The Good: Dried blueberries

My friend Shannon? The one who was the magical source of a certain quantity of sour cherries earlier in the summer? Well, she’s also my source for low-spray local blueberries. She can get lots of them, and will sell them at a great price. As an experiment, she gave me five pounds of berries and asked me to dehydrate them. Since I’m typically not happy unless I make a job a bit more complicated (or so claims my spouse), I decided to try drying them two different ways.

First, I simply washed them and stuck them in the dehydrator. A dozen or so hours later, these are what I had:

Not what I was going for. A dull, crispy-dry blueberry. Not necessarily crunchy, but also not moist and chewy. A strange popping sound when you bit into them, like they were filled with air. Blueberry balloons.

So, for the next batch, I quickly simmered the blueberries first in a very light sugar syrup. For a pound of blueberries, I put them in a pan with water barely to cover, and a half cup sugar. They simmered very gently for about five minutes — it’s important they don’t cook to the point of falling apart. I drained them, let them dry a bit spread out on a towel, and dehydrated just like the first batch. This was the ticket:

Slightly glossy, full-flavored, moistly-dry morsels. Sometimes, making things a bit more complicated pays off (ahem… spouse? are you reading?).

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The Bad: Liver Mousse, via Mastering the Art of French Cooking

I have tried. I really want to like liver patés. For one, it just seems like something I’m supposed to like — especially after reading about all the offal-cooking in Fisher’s With Bold Knife and Fork. I even like foie gras (the few times I’ve had it). So I whipped up a batch of Julia Child’s liver mousse — hoping that the flavor would match the decadence of the name. But, alas, I can’t. I can’t do it. My two younger children love it, but I’m not there. My palate has not yet matured.

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The Mediocre: Dinner at Restaurant Tallent

Sigh.

If I wanted to like liver, I wanted even more to have many good things to write about my dinner this week at Restaurant Tallent, in Bloomington. Moderately recommended, with overlap with the Indy food community to boot, we’ve been wanting to try it out for a while. My friend Cherith was spending a few weeks in July at Indiana University, and I figured it was a good time to make the trip down, meet up with her for dinner, and give it a go.

Between the two of us, we ordered 3 dishes from the “snack” courses, 3 dishes from the “starter” courses, and two desserts (our ordering decisions were based partially on the suggestions of this local restaurant reviewer, who happened to review Tallent this past weekend and was not bullish on the entrées).

I won’t go into the details of each dish — but I will generalize, and simply say that nothing seemed quite right. There were good ideas along the way (a clearly seasonal menu with rare additions such as chanterelles and white truffles), but in translation to the plate the proportions or seasoning went awry. Most disappointing was a snack course of deviled eggs that seemed no different from the ones you might pick up at your Aunt Becky’s July picnic; the tastiest dish (and best-presented, arriving served on vintage glassware) was a watermelon and tomato salad that was still a bit tomato-heavy and wanting for a few more cubes of feta. We were served mussels mounded with well-cooked frites but almost no broth for dipping (and several inedible, nearly-closed mussel shells), over-salted ravioli, and two ample desserts (a blueberry tart and a banana pudding) that were both in need of a mind-changing twist of sorts. While the tart sported a scoop of sweet corn ice cream, it couldn’t balance the heavy sweetness of what was, in my opinion, an overload of streusel — a winter’s load, rather than a summer berry portion.

All-in-all? A really hard sell for a $50 tab (just me, with a $7 glass of wine, before tip). Not sure I will risk the investment again (I really do want to be a cheerleader — I’m just too damned stingy with my eat-out budget).

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But to leave us back on The Good: if you’re in Indy and are female, join Girls Pint Out next Wednesday for a tour of SunKing Brewery. It’s for a great cause: fundraising for the folks at teecycle.org who’ve lost most everything in the Milwaukee floods.

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Basil pesto

July 27, 2010

I know — basil pesto is so mid-90s.
But it has staying power, and who doesn’t like it (outside of my three children)? Yes, we can outdo ourselves from time to time, experimenting with other herbs like parsley, or nuts or arugula — but basil is so classic, and infinitely usable.
Not to mention freezable. Which is [...]

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The incredible, indelible egg.

July 23, 2010

Remember that ad campaign of the 70s/80s? The one where the egg producers of America tried to battle the bad rap unleashed on the shy and unassuming egg (the rap being that the egg was a suicide oval, a widow-maker, a cholesterol-spiking grenade-of-sorts)?
The poor egg. It didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Except that now, [...]

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Because vegans need cobbler too.
Don’t they?

July 18, 2010

Even though I like to wax dramatic about a certain two months of my life back in early 2007 when I had to be completely dairy-free, I’ve never followed a true vegan diet for any length of time — and given my fascination with elimination diet lifestyles, the only reason I can come up with [...]

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The lounge of chocolate

July 13, 2010

Way back when, Tim and I started our lives together by spending a year and change in a lovely little mountain town known as Asheville, North Carolina. I only lived there 15 months, but it feels like many years in my memory. This shift of my own personal space-time continuum is built upon many factors: [...]

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Stand still long enough,
and I may pickle you, too.

July 8, 2010

But only if you’re pink, and bear strong resemblance to some sort of root vegetable.
I believe I’ve covered my previous pickling fetishes: red onions and radishes. Why not invite a beet to the party?
Goodness me, these might be my favorite. I can’t get enough — heaping mountains atop my daily green salad, quickly stir-frying with [...]

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The accidental locavore

July 6, 2010

I’m not a rebel in any traditional sense of the word. Outside of a 1995 research trip to a Harley-Davidson store wherein I tried on a stereo-wired helmet, listened to Blue Oyster Cult, and then swore I’d someday don leather and ride into the sunset on the back of a Harley (should I erase that [...]

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What to do with two gallons of tart cherries,
part three:
Plan to make a rustic tart,
fail miserably,
and end up with aptly-named
“Cherry Surprise”

July 1, 2010

“What’s the surprise?” you might wonder.
And my answer: That it was tasty.
Several years ago, in Georgia, I made a rustic cherry tart. I had driven into Atlanta, and made my customary stop at Trader Joe’s. While there, buying all sorts of things I couldn’t get so cheaply in Athens, I ran across big jars of [...]

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Blueberry Pie, round two.

June 29, 2010

I saw my first blueberries at the Broad Ripple Farmer’s Market last Saturday. I didn’t buy any for this week — we have friends in town, and there are 6 kids between us, the oldest two being six-years old. Between the chaos of 6 little people, and the fact that my cooking-brain has been a [...]

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What to do with two gallons of tart cherries,
part two: freeze the juice.

June 25, 2010

When I spent a couple of hours earlier this month pitting tart cherries, I worked over a colander nestled in a bowl. I didn’t want to lose a single drop of the prized juice (in reality I lost many drops, as is evident from the blood-like splatters I’ve wiped from my kitchen walls since then).
I [...]

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