Monthly Archives: August 2009

Pork Sausage Cake…Muffins?

My Dad’s side of the family lived in or near Howells, Nebraska, and this little gem found its way into my cookbook library a few years ago.  Three nights ago, my housemate and I leafed through it with some amazement and a few quizzical expressions .  Nevertheless, this recipe stood out as my first (and right now, top) experiment pick:

Story in pictures below:

What a freaking trip!  And everybody has LOVED them – Totally recommend.  More from the Centennial cookbook later -

Be well, and eat good work -

-Scotty

Here’s the recipe verbatim.  I took some liberties which are in parenthesis.  Enjoy!

Pork Sausage Cake

1 c. raisins

1 lb. mild pork sausage

1 ½ c. sifted flour (I didn’t sift)

1 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. cinnamon (*for all spices, I used half as much, but ground it fresh)

1 tsp. allspice*

1 c. evaporated milk

2 c. sugar

2 eggs

1 tsp. baking powder (I left this out entirely)

1 tsp. cloves *

1 tsp. nutmeg *

½ tsp. salt

1 c. chopped nuts (I used walnuts)

Steam raisins to plump. (I covered with hot tap water)  Set aside to cool.  Cream sugar and pork sausage.  Add eggs and beat thoroughly.  Sift flour, baking powder, soda, spices and salt together. (I just put them all in a bowl and stirred it up with my fork)  Add sifted [sic] dry ingredients alternately with milk to creamed mixture.  Beat 2 minutes. (I beat until things looked incorporated; like 20-30 seconds)  Fold in chopped nuts and plumped (drained) raisins.  Turn into tube pan that has been well-greased.  Bake at 350 60-70 (muffins took like 25 min, cake; 45-50) minutes or until done (I took the internal temperature at 180 as a sign of ‘done’).  Let cool 30 minutes before turning out of pane.  Drizzle with powdered sugar glaze while warm. (not for me, sweet enough as is)

Christa Baumert

xo (emphasis added)



FoodWorks In Progress

I shared a pork burrito (love this place) with my first guinea pig client (insert twisted, meaty metaphor) this afternoon. Before our appointment, I did myself the favor of filling out my own questionnaire for potential coachees. Woof. I was at Thorough Bread, working through my oatmeal cookie, madly scribbling new content, and making global ‘no-way-Jose’ marks over several questions in a row. The questions, while good, weren’t really on topic.  And that’s a problem for me. Imagine you came asking me for advice on how to change a light bulb, and I fire back a series of questions about solar panels. Invariably linked? You betcha. Off topic? Mmmmmmm, yeah. This is a great ‘oh crap’ moment. Thankfully I haven’t rolled this project out for paying clients yet.
But it gets worse. I power down the demi-burrito, and pull out the paperwork for this session. As I’m ticking off the questions, I start skipping EVEN MORE of them. They just don’t matter like I thought they would. What matters is what my friend has to say about her cooking needs. What matters is how she feels about food. What matters is why she might want to invite me to stand beside her in her kitchen. There weren’t questions designed to capture that kind of ‘high-touch’, personal narrative. A good conversation yielded more valuable information than this ‘entrance exam’. My friends, this is a blessing.

On the flipside, we did roll over to the fresh market and get some great looking vegetables for her True Blood Sunday gathering. And she did learn a couple of techniques as we pulled the corn / tomato / basil / chevre salad together. I’m much more of a hands-on teacher at this point, so cooking with her put me in a comfortable place. Of course, just spending time cooking with friends is almost always enjoyable. Even more so if I weren’t on the wagon just right now? Perhaps -

We’ll be cooking together later this week (pot roast dinner!) and there will be some good learning moments for both of us. Meanwhile I have two more volunteers for Wednesday afternoon. Hang in there. After today’s intake interview meltdown, I have a lot to chew on.

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As my euphonium instructor used to remind me ‘it’s okay to make mistakes, just don’t make the same one twice, and you’ll get much better’. Thanks Dr. Davis. I haven’t forgotten that recipe for improvement, and I’m working it harder now than ever.
Tootles and Noodles –
-Scotty


Career – Part I

Ninja!

Ninja!

When I was seven years old I wanted to be a ninja.  I made my own throwing stars, and used to have imaginary battles with bad guys for hours.  There was certainly a fascination with smoke bombs and expert knife work.  I was also pretty sure I’d make an awesome magician.  I got a beginning magician’s tool kit, complete with magic wand and several handkerchiefs.  This is totally awesome, and not entirely for the reasons you might be thinking, gentle reader.

I’m so happy to share those tidbits.  Remembering them, I enjoy how easily they made me ecstatic.  I was a little chubby white kid on a small town Nebraska farm who wanted to be a magic ninja.  And that’s amazing.  Until meeting Jeffery Kohler, I had forgotten this part of my story, my history, and spirit.  Jeffery coaches people to find tailor-made careers.  He’s also a bright and sweet guy.

To be clear, I have a career that I find satisfying.  I think I am firmly rooted in an industry that is evolving, and engaging.  I never have a case of the Monday’s.  Every day, those of us in the restaurant and food service professions are challenged to be responsive and present.  After discussing my ideas about helping people find their voice in the kitchen, my body work guru, Rich, suggested that I meet up with Jeffery.  And on “underemployment”, as I have come to call it, let’s just agree that I had some free space on my calender.

One of my first challenges from Jeffery was to dive into The Pathfinder to see if the approach would resonate with me.  No problem.  The author and mentor in this book is Nicholas Lore, founder of the Rockport Institute.  In the first project of self-discovery, the reader is directed to dig up memories from childhood fantasies of life in a ‘grown-up’ world.  Enter my magic ninja self.

As I rooted around, other possibilities resurfaced; cartoon voice work, conductor, singing on television, music teacher, pastor, and composer.  And current dreams; food coaching, owning a little bakery / café, having a small farmhouse / garden / livestock that I (we? ) turn into a restaurant (like this one) and organization for teaching and preserving food ways that are endangered or fascinating.

For me, there are two really great results from this exercise.  First, it was fun.  I laughed out loud when I remembered making those throwing stars from crap that I found out in our garage.  Second, I explored the common emotions that my dream careers engendered.  (That’s the money shot, kids.)  In every one, I felt there was an expressivity, an ability to lead, license to play and be playful, mastery of complex skills, and celebration of innate talents or ability.  These are the five pieces that contribute to a better, more genuine expression of me in my work.  Now that I recognize them, I’m committed to satisfying that requirement, whatever it takes.  That is the first step in leading an extraordinary life.

I hope you might join me on this journey of self discovery.  I’m sure I’ll dig up more odd bits of personal history for us to enjoy.  Here’s to our dreams, and our fantastic futures.  May we find all the meaning we seek.  See you soon -

Best-

-Scotty


Tossed Salad, Tossed Recipe –

My housemates are putting themselves through several weekends of permaculture classwork.  This week, it’s our turn to bring treats.  I volunteered whip this up for the group after one housemate picked out a recipe that spoke to her.  I’m not sure where the motivation for the following salad recipe came from, but nevertheless, the outline ended up in my hands.  Let’s see where we took it…

epicurious?

epicurious?

Special Ingredients / Shopping – All of the ingredients were items that we either had on hand, or could be found really easily at our local market.  How about that!  So no special order or big ticket items tonight.

Menu (recipe) –  Smoked Turkey Salad with Hazelnuts and Bing Cherries –

Results –  I’m not sure if I have to blame the sixth cup of coffee, or if the recipe author can take some credit, but nothing I was reading made any sense to me.  So, like ya do, I just kind of chucked the recipe(s), and put together an approximation of what the recipe seemed to be hinting at.  I mean, c’mon, it’s just lunch.  We’re not curing cancer here.

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My only curveball came when one of my housemates returned from eight hours(!) of permaculture class to suggest that I make a least half of the lunch into vegetarian fare.  Not a big stretch considering we were going for salad (a pretty vegetable heavy dish) to start with.  Luckily we had more than a half dozen eggs in the Kenmore, so I whipped together a gingery egg salad option.  I hope we’re talking ovo-lacto vegetarians

Success – I think we did alright by the recipe, and the end product had spirit.  Here’s what we’ll serve the

August 2nd San Francisco Permaculture Hullabaloo

-Smoked Turkey and Tomato Pesto Salad or Ginger-Fennel Egg Salad  with Mesclun Greens, Plum Vinaigrette, Toasted Nuts, and Bing Cherries-  Good Fresh Bread at Your Leisure –

Thanks for reading, kill your recipes –

-Scotty


08.01.2009 Alsace meets Italy, Asia helps –

Motivation – ‘what the hell am I going to do with that stuff’

wtf, yo

wtf, yo

We pulled off this meal in the style that I like to think of as a little daunting, but ultimately one of the most satisfying feats.  Here’s the stuff we had from last night’s sort of pan Asian bonanza:  stir-fried shitakes with shallot and garlic, napa cabbage with onion and chive, orange-glazed pork.  Great.  Kind of as a rule, cooked vegetables and cooked meats don’t really like to be cooked again.  So, I’m poking around in the pantry and here’s what I find:

– Russet potatoes, English style bangers, plums, chicken stock.  And now I can see where we are going.  We also happen to keep a pretty wide array of spices on deck, which really saves my ass in moments like this.  I pull down some caraway, juniper, mustard seeds, Italian herbs, cloves, coriander, poppy seeds, a little bacon (not technically a spice) and some whole grain mustard.

I worked for the summer season at the Fawn Brook Inn in Allenspark Colorado.  This was a shaping experience, for sure.  I lived on-site with the owners, and slept in what used to be their son’s room.  There were some awkward moments, let’s just say.  Anyhow, the chef was German born and his wife grew up in Holland.  The menu was firmly planted in Continental European flavors and traditions.

One of the menu items was (and still is, as their current menu reads) -

Alsatian Vineyard Dinner
a combination of Old World sausages, smoked pork chop and cured bacon. Served with sauerkraut and potatoes.

Bingo!  In chef Hermann’s dish, the cabbage and cured meats cooked in one dish all together.  I could do that.  We had some onion and celery kicking around, so they got chopped up and thrown on the fire as well.

Menu –

A San Franciscan Summer Dinner, Borrowed from Alsace
a combination of Old World sausage, sauteed pork and cured bacon, served with braised onion, cabbage, and mushrooms – alongside lovingly whipped potatoes and a plum mustarda.

From Fawn Brook with Love

From Fawn Brook with Love

Ugly Betty

Results -  Yes! have some

Success –  Didn’t have to bust into my emergency starch kit -

kill your recipes – see you next time

-Scotty


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