USA vs. CANADA: they couldn't throw punches so we did

      My favorite friends are those who pull no punches, even if it leaves me with a major shiner. It almost came to that recently when Melissa told me to down my glass of Maker's then stumble up to her apartment and help her make cupcakes. I ruined the ganache, I tripped and spilled a gallon of cocoa powder all over the kitchen and into the nooks and crannies of Paul's prized record collection, then at the bar I insensitively tried to force feed a recovering alcoholic her whiskey laden cupcakes. (I still think if you are at a bar its safe to assume you can eat a freakin' cupcake!)
      All the while Melissa and I were fighting like two crazy old Sicilian ladies. Her kitchen control freak tendencies and my "its fine, who cares, they're just cupcakes?" mentality is a recipe for disaster. Why we don't have a cooking show together is beyond me? Its probably because they wouldn't be able to afford the insurance.
     So when we went to Daddy's Bar to watch the USA vs. Olympic Hockey game and Melissa asked me to help her make cupcakes again (chocolate hockey pucks), we were not surprised at our respective BF's eye-rolling and looks of concern.
     We left them to watch the game, knowing that in one way or another some craziness was about to ensue.
     I really was well-behaved. I kept my little paws in my pockets, so I couldn't mess anything up. And Melissa was her darling self, doling out expert baking advise while just throwing everything together, while I listened like a sweet wide-eyed hungry drooling puppy. What was wrong with us? This was not going to work.
     So we decided to play a little trick on the boys. The story: I was bitching to Melissa about something, not listening to her direction and saying, "Yeah I know how to do it," when I don't and in my clumsiness dropped an entire tray of cupcakes on the floor. (entirely believable). Melissa, losing her cool, then proceeds to punch me smack in the eye (scary, but also believable).
     Convenient that Melissa is also a trained make-up artist. Doesn't this look like a real shiner?
    I ran downstairs, and walked into the bar covering my eye, trying to look shocked. To conceal my laughter I nuzzled myself into Markus' shoulder and told the boys that Melissa hit me.
    Paul ran out of the bar pissed. When he got up to their place, Melissa played it off like a star and when he came back he said, "She did hit you!" He took another look, "Is that make-up?" then, "If I missed a goal I would have punched both of you in the faces!"
      Classic! And the cupcakes were as usual awesome. Thanks Melissa!

GUIDO GIRLS DINNER #3 - in Queens!

In a worried tone Nonna asks when I go to Manhattan, "Jane you gotta go to New York?" I always find this funny, but then again I myself call it "the city," as if there aren't 4 other boroughs in New York City besides Manhattan. Most of my friends think visiting me in Queens is like traveling to another planet.

So when I proposed an Eyetalian Girls Dinner in my new Queens place, Meredith basically said, "Thanks for the offer, why don't we have it at my place?" (which is in Brooklyn). I held my ground, which is not easy with strong brained crazy Sicilian broads, and everyone made it here without a problem. Enter the new "awesome" phase of our friendships, because anyone willing to visit me in Queens from another borough is automatically an awesome friend.

Markus started off everyone's unique Queens dining experience with some professional Old Fashioned Cocktails he made with the Tuthilltown Manhattan Rye Whiskey we brought back from our "wine" tasting along the Shawangunk Wine Trail. If you haven't gone wine tasting along this trail, go! It was so much fun. But beware, after a few tastings you will get loose with your credit card and come home with an obscene amount of wine.

Markus takes his cocktail making very seriously and even watched an instructional video on how to make a proper Old Fashioned, the cocktail so named because people would ask for a whiskey cocktail made the "old fashioned" way. That day he put me on the hunt for oranges with oily skin, which I thought were appropriate for a greasy Italian dinner party. The cocktails were perfect, strong, enough but not too sweet with a nice citrus hint.

For appetizers I made local Sunchoke Bruschetta and served it alongside some Sicilian cheese, olives and sun dried tomatoes.

For the pasta course, I made a Creamy Mushroom Sage Sauce over Campanelle. This is such an easy sauce, perfect for company and in my opinion there is not a better flavor combination than shallots, mushrooms and sage. I also made an vegan version for my special Sicilian vegan guest that stood up to the creamy version. It had more of a mushroom flavor.

For the main course I served Panelle, which are chick pea fritters, with Italian bread, Roasted Brussels Sprouts and Brocolli Rabe. This was my best panelle effort yet.

On our way to Ikea Rocco and I had stopped at Ferdinando's in Red Hook, which is one of the only places in the city where you can find panelle. I asked the panelle guy for some advice. He just said chick pea flour and water, with a little salt and fry them in canola oil. And at Ikea I found this great pan to use as a panelle form for $6. I followed his advice and didn't use lemon juice or parsley, I salted the paste well and I deep fried the panelle in Gemma oil, which is a vegetable oil about 10% olive oil. I was very satisfied with the results.

Melissa Love, of Crema Fatale, our favorite Vegan Pastry Chef brought over an unbelievable Salted Caramel Chocolate Mousse Martini with Almond Praline. It was so delicious we practically licked the salt rimmed martini glasses clean. The almond praline was outstanding, so crunchy and chewy. The chocolate mouse was so smooth and there was a nice soft caramel surprise waiting on the bottom. The sea salt with the sweet was perfection and I don't do justice in this photo of the remarkable presentation. The dessert along with some really nice Cava, a white spanish sparkling wine that Meredith brought over was the perfect ending to our Crazy Eyetalian Girl's Dinner #3.

Thanks for coming to Queens my awesome Eyetalian friends!

Recipes from Eyetalian Girl's Dinner #3:

Old Fashioned Cocktail

To a cocktail glass add:

2 oz. rye whiskey

2-3 spoonfuls of simple syrup (For simple syrup dissolve 1 C. sugar in 1 C. water and cool)

2-3 dashes of Angostura Bitters

Ice

oily orange peel, twisted to express the oils and used as garnish

maraschino cherry (optional)

Sunchoke Bruschetta

1lb of Sunchokes or Jerusalem Artichokes

Olive Oil and/or butter

Salt and Pepper

1/2 loaf Italian Bread, sliced

1-2 cloves of garlic, chopped

1 whole clove of garlic

Preheat oven to 450.

Wash and peel the sunchokes and chopped into small pieces. Drizzle olive oil and salt and pepper on top and roast for about 15-20 minutes until they are soft.

Chop 1-2 pieces of garlic. Roast the chopped garlic with the sunchokes during the last 5 minutes of roasting.

Remove sunchokes from the oven and melt a few pats of butter on top (optional). Season to taste with salt and pepper and additional olive oil.

Toast sliced Italian bread. Upon removing from the toaster rub each slice with a clove of garlic.

Top each slice of toasted bread with the roasted sunchokes and serve.

Creamy Mushroom Sage Sauce with Campanelle Pasta

2 packages of fresh mushrooms (baby portobello, crimini or shiitaki), sliced

2 shallots, chopped

bunch of fresh sage, chopped

olive oil and butter

salt and pepper

about 1/2 C. cream or regular milk or soy milk

about 1 C. vegetable or chicken broth

1/2 lb. pasta, campanelle or penne

Sautee shallots and sage in butter and olive oil until softened. Add sliced mushrooms.

Once soft, season with salt and pepper. Add vegetable broth. Reduce for 5 minutes. Add cream of soy milk. Reduce until thickened about 5 minutes. Salt and pepper to taste and add a few pats of butter. Serve over campanelle pasta.

Panelle Revised

1 lb. chick pea flour

4 C. water or 1 Liter of Water

Salt

Oil for Frying

Boil the water. Add the chick pea flour slowly stirring constantly. Lower the heat if it starts to boil over. Keep boiling until its thick. Keep stirring. Once it pulls from the side of the pot, season with salt. Pour the paste into a greased mold. Cooking spray works best.

Let the panelle paste cool for a few hours in the fridge. Once its cool remove it from the mold and cut into thin 1/8 in. slices. Fry in canola or gemma oil and season with sea salt. Serve with Italian bread.

Brocolli Rabe

1 bunch broccoli rabe

1 clove of garlic

1/2 tsp peperoncino (red pepper flakes)

extra virin olive oil

salt and pepper

In a large pan with a lid, sautee garlic and peperoncino in olive oil. Before the garlic browns add the broccoli rabe season with salt and pepper and put the lid on so it can steam. Stir after a few minutes so the greens on the bottom don't burn. Cook until the greens are softened. Serve with Italian bread.

Roasted Brussels Sprouts

1lb. Brussels Sprout

Extra Virgin Olive Oil

Salt and Pepper

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Wash and cut bottoms off the brussels sprouts. Cut each brussels sprout in half. In a baking dish season with a generous amount of olive oil and salt and pepper. Bake about 20 minutes until tender and the outer edges of the leaves are browned and caramelized.

THE SICILIAN CONDITION (AND THE WORLD SERIES)

I was honored to accept a dinner invitation to Melissa and Paul's place to be followed by watching the Phillies get their asses kicked by the Yankees in the World Series. (Sorry Melissa, just stating facts.)

Melissa, along with Meredith and myself are on the board of the Eyetalian Girl's Club, a supper club (at Melissa's) in which we share our mutual guido craziness over delicious homemade local food (that Melissa makes) while Paul sits perplexed and sometimes scared of the three of us.

The mental condition of having Sicilian DNA (even if your halfsies) in a female body is recognized most commonly as being sickeningly nurturing and loving while constantly obsessing over food and making sure everyone around you is well fed. A look further and the alarming quality of being cunningly intuitive if not full on psychic is also observed. Nonna is a full psychic Sicilian. She just knows.

While chatting about our plans, we agreed to a "simple" meal, then watch the game. The evening was about the World Series after all. Simple meals to most people are Mac n' Cheese, Soup and Salad or Pizza, but to Sicilian DNAers this is how the conversation went:

Melissa: what time is the game?

me: 8pm

early enough that it could interfere with dinner

see i think we need to be in a sports bar with d-bag yankee fans when they win tomorrow

for your sake

;-)

5:21 PM Melissa: i get home around 6:30. Lets do a simple dinner. I'll make the pesto tonight, we can have it with whole wheat fussili, and I'll saute some cubed butternut squash on the side. I'll have Paul roast an eggplant before I get home and well have that as an app with some good bread. We can go to the Turkeys Nest to watch the game after. Oh and we'll have your apple crumble for dessert.

You'd gonna need all the fule you can get to deal with all that crying.

me: LOL!

sounds perfect

5:22 PM Melissa: Manley waants to make vegan ice cream. I'll have him do that tomorrow morning.

me: wowoowwo

crazinessMelissa: GO PHILLS!!!!!!!!!Thats sounds simple to me. I arrived early and Paul (AKA Manley) had just crossed the last TO DO off his prep list that Melissa had emailed him. There was some serious bulleting involved:

• Wash, peel, and cube butternut squash, put in small baking pan and set aside
• Boil Manocotti, drain and set aside in baking dish
• Wash,soak and drain arugula. Set aside in bowl
• Pull out big food processor and put on counter
• Pan toast walnuts, set side in small bowl or on paper towel.
• Wash and peel beets, cut them into thin slices, set aside in small baking pan
• Cut baby carrots in half length wise and add to beets.
• Wash eggplant and poke a MILLION holes in it with a knife and set aside in baking pan

I should be on chat. Let me know if you have any questions.

Good Luck.

Thank you.

Can I first say that I adore these two? I was impressed but not surprised by Melissa's thorough and detailed instruction and Paul's on point follow-through. Everything was prepped to perfection, but Paul looked a little frazzled juggling about 18 roasting dishes. He showed Meredith and I the walnuts he toasted.

"Burnt, right? We should get more," he said.

"They are fine," I said. Thats so my mother in me (who is non-Sicilian by blood)

"Paul's right," Meredith said, "Melissa is gonna flip out. Let's go get more walnuts."

"Really?" I said.

They weren't that bad. Not to warrant going to the store but Melissa is a perfectionist, I get it.

And there is something very admirable to be said about being a perfectionist. But forget about that, lets talk about Melissa's frightening sense of smell and her psychic abilities. As we were leaving for the store, Melissa arrived, looking cute coming home from a long day at the bakery. We gave each other a nice big hug, then she pulled back, gave me a funny look then took a big whiff of me. I did shower that day and I'm a hygienic person but by the way she sniffed I thought maybe I smelled great or something.

"Did he burn something?" Melissa said.

My jaw dropped in awe. How could her sense of smell be so acute especially in such close proximity to the Newtown Creek?

"Its the Walnuts, right? Paul burnt the walnuts," she said.

Meredith and I walked away very slowly trying not to make eye contact. How in the world did she know that Paul burnt the walnuts? And there is the condition of Sicilian Psychic Prowess demonstrated most aptly in regards to food. I am still blown away by it.

I am also blown away by the excellent meal Melissa and Paul tag teamed. (Sorry, not too many visuals for the food porn lovers.)

The Roasted Eggplant with Market Italian Bread was like buttah and so addictive.

The Roasted Butternut Squash and Tofu Manicotti topped with arugula walnut pesto was delicious. It had the texture of ricotta cheese. Meredith and I helped assemble them. It was the first time I had stuffed manicotti and I was ridiculed with "What kind of dego are you?"

The sides of roasted carrots, brussels sprouts and beets were perfect accompaniments.

For dessert I brought an Apple Crumble which was topped with Paul's vegan vanilla ice cream made with coconut milk.

We wined and talked, and by talking I mean yelled over each other and interrupted one another and had about 15 conversations going on at once among the 4 of us. Oh and I almost forgot that we watched the World Series. And the Yanks won.

Thanks Melissa, Paul and Meredith for another successful Eyetalian Girls Dinner!

IS PIE THE NEW CUPCAKE?

(Above original artwork: Everyday Is a Holiday)
   

    As a kid, cupcakes came out of a Duncan Hines box and the frosting out of that flimsy tub. My favorite combo was yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I still love it. My brothers and I used to draw straws to see who would get to lick the egg beaters. That was then this is now. 

   The Cupcake has experienced a baking revolution. They are so trendy I am surprised they are not accessories at runway shows. Cupcakeries are popping up on every corner like Starbucks. I just saw a Cupcake Truck on 5th Ave. And the flavors being experimented with out there are unimaginable. I was recently blown away by lavender cupcakes!

    I don't want to spoil the cupcake fun, but I am food trend forecasting and I have this peculiar feeling that pies will become the new cupcakes. This is not to say that cupcakes will be replaced by pies. I mean who doesn't love a good cupcake all the time. I think that pies are going to experience a very similar baking hysteria soon and I cannot wait. I love pies! I want to see mini-pie shops everywhere with a gazillion fancy pie flavors. Basically, I want to have my pie and cupcake, too!

   Want amazing baked goods without all the calories? The place where all this cupcake craze got started and the only source for everything cupcakes is EVERYDAY IS A HOLIDAY. Their "Keep Calm and Have a Cupcake" Art (above) was featured in the NY Times! 

    So I wasn't surprised when I asked Jenny & Aaron "Pie vs. Cupcake?" and the verdict was: 

"Talked to Jenny. Her loyalty is with cakes and cupcakes. For the sake of business and matrimony I must concur."    

    Fine, cupcakes win at Everyday Is a Holiday, but I did notice this amazing Apple Pie A La Mode Original Art Work (above) that makes me want to bake an apple pie right this second! Then eat a cupcake, of course.

    I also talked to Melissa Love, AKA punk rock Martha Stewart, AKA the Bakestress/Vegan Cupcakestress herself and she had a lot to say on this matter:

Morta Di Fame: "Is pie the new cupcake, Ms. Love?"

Ms. Love: "Hmm. It may be. But my love for the cupcake will not fade with a passing fad. It's the perfect New Yorker food. Portable and adorable. The accessory that goes with every outfit and gives me the fix to get through a busy day. A bit of comfort in an unforgiving city. Handheld and bite sized. I don't think that pie can quite accommodate all that."

   Maybe its just this crisp fall weather that has me in a pie craze, but I just have this hunch. No one is on board yet, but I can see into the future and alongside those cupcake shops, I see pie shops. Its not about cupcakes moving over and making room for pies, its about getting fatter in order to accommodate both, which is the American way, which is so apple pie. A red velvet cupcake with slice of pecan pie to chase. And don't forget the fresh whipped cream.  

I'd love to hear everyone's opinion: Is Pie the New Cupcake? 

Some inspiring cupcake/baking blogs:

Everyday Is a Holiday

A Dozen Eggs Bakeshop

I Heart Cuppy Cakes

Cupcake Project

How to Eat a Cupcake

Twice Baked Twins

Bake or Break

Cake Spy

Bakerella 

Baked

Cake Wrecks

My Baking Addiction

And one pie blog I found:

I Like Pie

CREME FATALE TRUFFLES

I photographed a party at The Box for Maidenform's release of a new bra. The cabaret performances were amazing, the dancing the singer, it was top notch entertainment. My favorite act were the most talented double dutch jump ropers who were tearing up the stage and making the crowd go crazy! As with all great party there were goodie bags, with bras inside and the best gift a delicious coconut dusted dark chocolate vegan truffle from Creme Fatale. It was hard to get this home to take a photo of it. I was honored to chat with Melissa Love, the truffle genius behind these remarkable treats. She was a doll and apparently makes everything, not only truffles, so I plan to feature some more of her delightful goodies very soon.