"Honey.... make me something sweet, please?"
"Okay, Abracadabra. You are something sweet."
Two foodies stumbling together through life and Lancaster County, sharing what tweaks their taste buds
"Honey.... make me something sweet, please?"
"Okay, Abracadabra. You are something sweet."
I think we've talked about coffee here at the Dragon's lair. It's an important part of our day, and we do try to elevate every cup. That means we are grinding our own beans and oftentimes even mixing them to taste.
But, sometimes you just want something different, ya know?
Today's pot #2 (Monday) is made with Café DuMond Coffee and Chicory.
Chicory has a long and storied history, and has been consumed by people since recipes have been recorded. In this genre, like many of today's delicacies and acquired tastes, it began as something poor people settled for.
Hundreds of years ago, some major European nations wished to curb the drinking of imported coffee. They limited the importation, which naturally blew the prices off the map. Rich people? No worries. Poor people? Yup, taking it right in the neck as usual.
Also as usual, we'un poor folk figured out a way around the rich folks snooby ways, and took to grinding and roasting chicory roots for our brekkie drinks. Nobody could say no, as the chicory grows in the woods everywhere.
Eventually, it became an acquired flavor in those fer-away places, and came over on the boats with our families back in the 1800-1900's. I recall my own parents, both of poor European immigrant stock in upstate New York, speaking of Chicory coffee of their youth.
Nowadays, the bitterness and deep roasted coffee-chicory flavor is considered somewhat of a gourmet consumable. Modern versions typically mix the two around 70% coffee to 30% chicory, which suits us just fine. It's almost a chocolate type of softer flavor, with great notes of the roast.
Today, coffee with chicory seems to be centered around New Orleans, although we still see it popping up almost everyplace us folk tend to live. Through the Appalachia's, sprinkled on the plains, and out on the edges.
In todays saturated world of Craft Breweries, finding a new one that truly understands their craft is promising.
Such a beast is Artillery Brewing in West Chester, Pennsylvania.
Now, I don't want to spoil this for you. I'm not going to give directions, show the tap menu, or even expound on the rich brews turned out by knowledgeable craftspeople.
Do a little research, engage the GPS, and revel in discovery for yourself. I'll promise this... I have faith anyone devoted to the brewers art will be deeply pleased at finding this gem.
A hint: They understand there's more to beer than IPA's.
We.... Will..... Be..... Back.
Walking into the store, one's sense of smell is teased by warm butter, vanilla, sugar, and and other delectable smells. I wish I could bottle this place's fragrance as a perfume.
They make all their confections in house (except gummies) and have the back open so you can watch them make giant logs of fudge. These they cut up and put in their display case. We have had their brittle, a variety of fudge, the butter caramels, the house made marshmallows and their homemade cookies. My waistline and I wish we could tell you something I have eaten there is not delicious... but.... no. Everything is outstanding. My personal weakness is the marshmallow, with the caramel, dipped in dark chocolate, with sea salt on top.
The family went crazy for the Caramel Macchiato Fudge and I always try to grab himself one of their dark chocolate dipped shortbread cookies. The smallest of the household's dragons really enjoys their caramel and chocolate dipped apples.
The butter caramels start on a lightly floral vanilla note and meld into a sweet, buttery rich flavor in your mouth. They are worth every penny of the 1$ they cost and I always throw a few into my purchases at the register, but you can buy them by the box for $22.00.
In the bakery area they do offer some flour free options as well, and they ship too.
If you are hunting sweet treats, stocking and belly stuffers, or hostess gifts, I do not think you could go wrong with bringing some Sweet Legacy by. I know I wouldn't mind. Seriously, the marshmallows..... *drool*. Himself saw today they have maple bacon brittle and said that his feelings wouldn't be hurt to see that find its way under the tree.
While they are not an inexpensive treat option, the quality of ingredients, richness of flavor, and local ownership make them a place I am happy to patronize often. They really show you why a specialty candy shop is worth every penny. They are always friendly and willing to make suggestions, if you don't know what to try.
Here, a couple loaves fresh from the oven moments ago. The recipe is a simple enriched white bread. AP flour, warm water, one egg, a teaspoon of dry yeast, and a pinch of salt. Combine, knead, give it time to grow happy.
That's the easy part, and I'll probably spend some time writing down why it took me so long to get the easy part right.
Today, lets look at the 'pan' I used to bake this bread.
Not a classic loaf pan, but one designed with French loaf in mind. I bought two of these, one for French bread and another for Baguettes. Surprise surprise... they are the same pan.Designed to let moisture out while keeping a long skinny loaf in shape, at $20 this thing made all the difference in my French style loaves.
Using a water pan in the oven for steam along with a basic white bread recipe, I get crustier and chewier loaves now. I attribute that to the pan.
Yeah.... this one is a keeper.
We have on hand at least three ways to brew coffee. Today, let's look at the Percolator.
This thing works by heating water in a small chamber-like space, and squirting the boiling water up a tube to where it rains back down through a basket full of coffee grounds. It continues doing this until the whole pot is up to temperature, where upon a thermocouple trips and it switches over to just keeping the coffee hot.
Hey! Them pipples in the 1800's were pretty schmart, ya know?
Anywho, my (Himself) folks used a percolator... because back then It Was The Way. We use a percolator now because we like the coffee that comes out if it. It tastes traditional. Strong, flavorful, and no apologies.
Yet, there is still room to think, learn, and grow.
Today, after the morning coffee is only a memory, we have re-purposed the percolator. This afternoon, we make tea!
Three bottles of spring water, and three heaping tablespoons of Earl Grey loose tea. Plug it in, and let 'er go. As the house fills with the fantastic aroma of real Earl Grey black tea, we can almost taste the richness we'll have in 10 minutes or so. Just in time, a nice cuppa with a dab of raw honey. Tea so strong and full of flavor, it's almost stunning.
We buy our bulk tea mostly from Amazon, but there are many local shops too. Any loose leaf tea will lend itself to being percolated, but be aware it must be a strong tea to stand up to the process. Delicate herbal's may be smothered by the percolator, and are better left to being steeped a serving at a time with a tea ball.
This being a chilly day at the end of November, a cup of this tea by the fire is pure food for the soul, but what about during the Summer?
For Summer iced tea, using a percolator is a no-brainer. Loading the basket heavy with loose tea, the same leaves can make three or four pots of tea in a row. Blend the first strong tea with the weaker brews after it if you wish.
Using the percolator for iced tea is a snap, compared with brewing big pots of tea and straining the leaves out. I've gone so far as to line the percolator basket with bagged tea, in the iced tea making game. It worked, but few bagged teas can hold a candle to a good dark English Breakfast blend.
Saturday, we Dragons ventured forth to Lititz, hoping to revisit some old lairs. That we did, but found a new one as well! The Blackworth Live Fire Grill.
A few years ago the old Wilbur Chocolate Factory was refaced and the interior remodeled. There are apartments on the backside, with shops and a restaurant on the front side. The restaurant is the Blackworth Live Fire Grill. We went for a Saturday Lunch and they were fortunately not swamped. Still I could see how this place could get very busy.
Okay, we got lucky. We were wandering down the street like a couple yabbo's gawking at all the shiny things, when we almost literally stumbled on the steps of this place. Braving our fortune and pushing our luck, we went inside. They did not.... and I repeat.... did NOT throw us out at once. That speaks to their warmth and questionable judgement. Let's just say we were dressed 'casually', and Blackworth sure does look purty inside!
They are tastefully decorated in brick and neutrals with soft and comfortable club chairs at round tables, and lots of windows. We were greeted by a jovial fellow, who asked if we wanted the lounge or dining area. We chose the lounge and are glad we did. You get to sit slightly above street level and watch the cars and people go buy.
We started with drinks. I had their Smoky Pom Pom. A blend of Mezcal, pomegranate juice, ginger beer, prosecco, and orange slice and pomegranate seeds. It was a little tart, a little spicy, and not too sweet. Honestly, the perfect brunch drink! It came in at $15.00.
Himself had a Founder ($15.00). That was a blend of Bulliet Rye, amaro, sweet vermouth, walnut bitters, and a luxcardo cherry. It looked lovely and the cherry I stole was delicious!
We started with the warm olives for an appetizer and I am not sure I will ever enjoy olives cold again. Warming them completely changes the flavor profile. It helped that these were damn good olives. They were warm and briny, and well herbed. I honestly thought Himself was going to lick the bowl. He is a big olive fan.
The main course came, and for that we went with the day's special. It was not on the regular menu. It was a turkey sandwich with lettuce and tomato, cheddar, tart cranberry relish and an herbed aioli. The gratin potatoes and the cornbread with honey butter came as separate sides.
The turkey sandwich ($12.00) was good! A soft butter roll, piled high with fresh cut white meat turkey breast. It could have done without the tomato. They are bland and out of season and it added nothing to the sandwich except to make it slippery. The cranberry spread was delicious and really pulled the sandwich together, in my opinion. It came with a pickle on the side. A few things here. The sammich, on arrival, looked about a foot tall. A leaning tower of Sammich if you will. On the plate with it, a quarter of a Kosher dill.
Now, that pickle was OUTSTANDING. I loves me a good pickle!
That said, the sammich looked pretty lonely on the plate. A great sandwich it was, except I 'smooshed' it a bit cutting it in two. It might have been better served in plating by slicing it in the kitchen, and letting that cover some of the white space on the plate.
Yes, I know... I know..... 'Trendy' plating calls for isolated food to show off it's features. But.... it looked lonely, you know?
It was worth every penny of the $12, but I would have happily paid $14 to see it come with chips as outstanding as the rest of the food was. Like super crispy hand made chips.... MMMmmmm.
Their cornbread ($6.00) is served as individual little madeleines and it is sweet and dense. It is super moist and almost like corn pudding! It is served warm with a honeyed butter. There is a hint of spice on the back of the palate and was so delicious I likened it to a sexual experience. It was so, so GOOD!
Their corn bread fingers WERE excellent, and as good as any corn bread I make at home. I can swear I tasted red pepper bloomed in the wet ingredients just like I make. That said, $2 per piece of cornbread... just a bit pricey perhaps. I'd consider dropping the price of that appy a dollar, or adding value in some way.
Then there was the gratin potatoes ($12.00). On the menu it is described as "smoked gouda, truffle peelings, and thyme". In my pie-hole I can tell you it was described as "Holy cow this is AMAZE-balls! Stop trying to stab me with the fork and share!" It is rich and full of flavor and honestly could be a meal on it's own.
The Gratin Potatoes.... oh man. First of all, I can certainly see these on the 'sides' part of the menu, but the price ($12) should have clued me in. They serve enough to make a side for three hungry people.
The 'side' of Gratin Potatoes really belongs as an entrée, except the lunch menu doesn't show entree's. Add a choice of diced ham or roast turkey, and I'd happily pay $15 for it as a main.
How did they taste? To be honest, I wish I could make a gratin dish this good. A humble potato and cheese dish elevated to eye rolling goodness.
There are a few things, I noticed about the restaurant that I feel I should point out. While we were there for lunch and the staff was dressed low-key (read as jeans and button downs, or henleys, with man buns) this is definitely elevated casual dining.The menu is limited and a-la-carte, so going with multiple friends to share things and taste a couple different things would be a great idea!
We decided we would share everything (olives, corn bread, gratin potatoes, and the sandwich), and were plenty satisfied. We did wind up bringing home some of the sandwich and potatoes as leftovers.
This restaurant is not an inexpensive option. Drinks ran $15.00 each and the small dish of olives were $5.00. They do pride themselves on locally sourcing a lot of their food and beverage options and list those partnerships on the back of their menu, which is a nice touch.
Service was excellent and all in all it was a wonderful experience and I would 100% go back again.
So how does Blackworth in Lititz fork up:Hoo boy , look who is back at it! Stumbling through adventures in fooding again. It is the two irascible dragons!Like a lot of people COVID-19 slowed us down. We sat in our dragon's den with our hoarded books, cats, and Great British Baking Show and waited for things to pass. Himself made too much bread and I made too much bread pudding with bourbon sauce, in exchange.
Okay, so seriously, Bill and Missy moved next door. In fact, they swapped shops with their neighbor (who does something with fermented drinks I think) (It is Kombucha, something I have never tried and am frankly scared to!), and now have what looks like almost twice the space.
What hasn't change at all is the downright evil way they run their shop. Listen to this.... this is how far they go.... They will let you taste all the cheese you want!
Yeah, I know, right? Who can stand up to that? Those monsters! If you show the slightest interest in the cheese they love, suddenly you are having samples thrust upon you with smiles and conspiratorial winks. "If you like that, just try a bit of this!" (*insert sarcasm here* Oh yeah, they are such bullies! I 100% saw them twisting your arm. HA! They are like honestly the nicest people alive, even if they are akin to my drug dealers of choice. Gimme all the cheeses, baby!)
Next we know, we are shaking hands and walking out with a bag full of astonishingly good cheese and rich little stars in our eyes as we contemplate the insanely satisfying snacking in our future.
Today, the choices were difficult, but after many tastings and lots of expert advice from the Cheese Boss, we settled on several soft cheese's from France and Canada, an aged cheddar from Wisconsin, and a flavored goat cheese from North Carolina. Two we bought already knowing what treasure they are, but the Brie and the semi-soft French goat cheese, for these we relied on Bill and Missy's guidance.
I'd be remiss in not pointing out that it's not a 'Cheese' shop, even though that's about as much as my addled foodie brain can deal with.The Savory Gourmet has a wide ranging selection of things nobody else does. Things that excite the pallet, and inflame the culinary soul. (The savory part is a wee bit of a fib too! They have some amazing sweet options as well: honeys, fruit jams, chocolates, nuts, and today I saw little cheesecake treats in the one refrigerator case)
Exotic meats from around the world are stored frozen in cooler after cooler lining the walls. Oh, you wanted kangaroo? No worries mate! Giraffe? Crocodile? Wild boar sausage? Only the finest will do. Spice rubs, rare jams and jellies, amazing savory crackers, and more fill out the shelves.
The wizards who own the place can put you together whatever you need for a special meal, a romantic picnic, an impressive gift basket, or even what we do.... go home and Nom up all the goodness we can stand.
Tonight, we will be snacking our dinner with pears and warm Brie, apple splices with aged Cheddar, and a semi-sweet cranberry wine. Herself will also proudly wear the T-Shirt we purchased today with pride.
One of the things I want to reiterate about my love of this shop, is that no matter your foodie level experience, if you go in and ask for guidance you will leave knowing a little more and have a smile on your face. Bill and Missy and the people that work for them, all take such pride and joy in the work they are doing and the knowledge they are sharing. You always feel like you are chatting with friends. People young and old walk in their doors and are all treated the same and given samples of their drug of choice....CHEESE...glorious cheese!
Some images from today's visit:
I may sling the term 'Peasant Food' around gleefully, but it really does have a meaning. Peasant Food is generally cheaper and more plentiful foodstuffs that are prepared into flavorful dishes. This typically is done using old family recipes kept from time uncounted, family by family, region by region. Recipes kept running that long develop into methods, techniques, and finally cuisines. There is a case to be made that every cuisine is mostly based on peasant food.
Peasant food, of course, is itself based on making the best with what you have on hand.
Let's look at the Frittata. Originating in Italy, the frittata has a cousin in every nation around the world. The dish itself is beyond simplicity once deciphered. In it's most common version, it centers on using up leftovers and doing magic with fridge smidges (You know... those tiny amounts of leftover ingredients that are too good to toss, but are left in amounts too small to do much with. A sausage, one slice of bacon, 1/4 of a pepper, two slices of cheese, etc).
Whatever else, there are eggs, and the eggs are what ties everything else together.
Beyond the ingredients, Frittata is a method. Like Pizza, there is a formula. Follow the formula, and you have the thing. How good is the thing? Well.... that's where the loving soul of the chef comes in.
First, the hardware. Only one thing is mandatory.... a pan that can begin on the stove and then survive a while in the oven. Preferably a low sided sauté pan with a metal handle. Well seasoned cast iron fry pans perform beautifully in this role. We are enjoying a set of non-stick pans bought on Amazon. They really do suit us quite well.
Now, the fixings. Here, there is almost no limit to what the cook can choose. Most of my frittatas are shaped by leftover ingredients from previous meals. As long as they are used within the method, all bets are off.
The image attached is the frittata I made for herself's breakfast this morning, as requested. Let us look at how it's done in this house....
Small Frittata, small sauté pan. Got it. Add in a dollop of butter. Put it on a burner set to medium high. (Butter makes everything better... Everything. We know this. It's science!)
First ingredients: 1/4 of a small onion, chopped. One handful sliced small mushrooms, maybe 8 or 10 slices. One small handful of devil weed (Kale). Season as desired, and sauté till the onions begin to brown and the devil weed wilts in defeat. Stir occasionally over the 3 to 5 minutes this will take.
While those ingredients are cooking, break two fresh eggs into a bowl and add a splash of cream or half and half. Sure, one could use 'skim' milk, but this really isn't the place to save those 6.785 calories. Beat the eggs to golden smooth. (We usually do a few pepper grinds into the eggs before beating. We'uns likes our black pepper hereabouts).
Give the pan ingredients a good last stir, and try to spread them evenly in the pan. Pour over the egg mixture, and set the burner to low. Go ahead and kick on the broiler in your oven as well, with the upper rack set about 6" under the broiler. Do Not touch that pan to stir it. Never again.
Now is the time for cheese if desired (If cheese is not desired.... why in the heck would you even be reading this? I Tell Ya... it's like SOME PEOPLES Kids....... GRRRrrrr).
Today, a few tablespoons of shredded jack cheese were sprinkled evenly over the eggs.
Gently shake the pan, until it seems the eggs are cooked half way through. Yes, the top is still liquid. We want this. Go ahead and slide the pan under the broiler, but DO NOT shut the oven door.
Your job at this point is to watch that pan. What you are looking for is the cheese to begin bubbling, and just begin to turn brown on the high spots. I promise you.... engage in anything else but watching that pan, even 'just for a second', and it's going to overcook and maybe even burn. At that moment when the cheese is bubbly and browning, the frittata is done and the race is ON! It actually finishes cooking as you are sliding it from pan to plate, and carrying it to the table.
Frittatas can be eaten cold, and in fact make a wonderful grab and go lunch that way. But their greatest flavor will always be about 60 seconds after that cheese stops bubbling. It's downhill from there. Not downhill fast at all, frittata will hold for days in the fridge and reheats slick as can be. But..... the best..... the very best.... is within moments of being slid from pan to plate. That's when you want to put this in front of the family.
Let's talk toppings and sides for a moment.
Sides can be anything, or course, from a full blown breakfast layout to even a salad. Frittata is flexible, and makes as good a weekday dinner as it does an easy breakfast. It's all in the ingredients. The sides can determine the meal (Breakfast, lunch, dinner) while the frittata can be designed to accompany.
Toppings.... we like salsa and sour cream, but there is no limit. I've seen folks laying on smoked salmon, caviar, and even chili. You do you, you know?
There is nothing wrong with a planned frittata, as opposed to a spur of the moment use of fridge smidges. A larger frittata laid on the dinner table will gather Ooohs and Aaahs far our of proportion to the difficulty of making it.
Try asparagus and bacon, with the asparagus laid in a starburst in the pan, bacon chunks sprinkled around them, and some shredded parmesan on top. Fancy!
Perhaps try browning big sliced mushrooms in a layer, with finely chopped onions and red pepper to accompany them.
Almost all leftover bits of meat are fair game in a frittata. A single sausage, not enough for anything else, is plenty for an entire pan. A couple chicken thighs, meat picked and chopped up, will do a family sized frittata with no worries.
Have to feed three people and only have 8 shrimp, one orange pepper, four eggs, and a handful of Asiago cheese? Frittata and toast, coming up!
Have a family of picky eaters? No worries. Everyone picks their own ingredients, and the cook can whip out individual small frittatas in minutes. Add a pot of easy rice and beans, and a salad... shezaam! Dinner!
It's all for me Grog, me jolly jolly Grog.....
Grog recipes have varied through the ages. The ancient original mix of barrel water and 94 proof black rum that British sailors first drank, sometimes mixed with sugar and lime juice.
The first Grog, historically laid at the feed of a particular admiral, Edward Vernon, was an effort to thin the British sailors daily share of Rum with water, to curtail drunkenness. Seeing that a sailors daily 'tot' was 1/8th of a pint, and distributed at noon each day, this seems a reasonable worry.
The drink took off, and assumed the nature of a tradition overnight. The same admiral was said to have allowed his sailors to trade bread rations for sugar and lime juice to add in, coming quite close to what we might call Grog today.
Traditionally, a British officers tot was given straight, while ratings were given a measured (and carefully watched over by the men) mix of 2 parts water to 1 part rum, making the basis of the original Grog.
Herself here, interjecting with a bit more historical fun. Why Rum? Caribbean islands were recently occupied, given Brits a taste for the stuff! Water, while ideal for hydration... well...fish pee in it! It took up a lot of cargo space and could and would go stagnant and grow algae. Beer, although the drink of choice due to it's high calorie content and ability to keep well also took up a lot of precious cargo room. Rum did not spoil, is easier to store, and it's 'restorative' abilities were even better than beer. The last of the Rum ration tradition in the British Navy was July 31st, 1970, and all the sailors wore black arm bands to mourn. You can read more about this super interesting history at: The Lost Tiki Lounge
Today, any massive bar book will yield up a dozen recipes for modern jazzy versions. That said, does this ancient beverage really *need* a recipe? Just do what floats your boat....
All for me beer and Tobacco...
Through a literary adventure, the desire to sample Grog came upon me, and this we see is the beginning. I'm trying to stay within the framework of the books I'm reading, so that means not the simplest recipe, but the one just after.
1 part rum, two parts water, and sugar and citrus to taste if available.
Well, I spent all me tin with the lasses drinkin gin....
Trying to stay close, I found Turbinado raw sugar and made a near simple syrup with it. A few splashes of that, half a lemon squeezed in, 1/2 a mug of cold water, and finish with 137 proof Cruzan rum, which is what we have on hand today.
Far across the western ocean I must wander.......
The house pronounces this drink as 'Yummy!, with a measure of AAARRRRRrrrrr! and several 'Fill er up Matey's'!
I'll continue the experiment, especially when I find a few bottles of Pusser's original British navy rum. I know where to find it.... but it's in far-away land.
(No pictures today.... too lazy)
Thought process on a lazy Sunday morning. Lazy, and a bit blurry after going to bed in the wee hours. Old people party the hardest...
Anywho, what's for brekkie? Here is almost exactly what happened in my head, as I stood in the kitchen.
Breakfast. Carby tastes good. Easy tastes even gooder. What do we have?
Here's biscuits from earlier in the week. Cold and hard... ugh. They need soaking in something.
Butter, flour, and milk. White sauce is easy, and goes good on biscuits.
If I grind in lots of black pepper, it's Pepper Gravy. That sounds 'Murican indeed.
Hey, here's Parmesan. Fold that into the white pepper sauce, add some nutmeg, and it's now Mornay sauce! Fancy.
Hmm..... these mushrooms need eaten today. Wait.... sauté them a bit, and add them to the Pepper Mornay sauce.... Mushroom Mornay over biscuits!
Breakfast has been 'et, the peoples is smugly happy, and I created room in the overcrowded fridge. This must be what winning feels like.