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Sweet Potato Pancakes

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You know when it’s really late at night and you have a brilliant idea so you’re all NOTE TO SELF: REMEMBER THAT YOU WANT A UNICORN BIRTHDAY CAKE and then the next morning you’ve forgotten and along comes your birthday and no unicorn cake and you’re sad?  Or something along those lines?  I do that all the time.  Sometimes it’s ridiculous stuff that then leads me to have ridiculous dreams which then leads me to say ridiculous things to Dan when he tries to say goodbye to me in the morning and I’m still sleeping.  Like “don’t you know you can’t ride unicycles on the ceiling?”  Because you can’t.  Gravity.  You’d fall.

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On Friday night my last thought was that I really wanted sweet potato pancakes and that we should eat brenner on Saturday night.  Because I love brenner and it’s that time of year where sweet potato pancakes are exactly what I’m craving.  But, alas, by Saturday morning it was gone.  Vamoose.  No sign of brenner.  Fast forward to later in the day when I was making the grocery list for the week and stuck on what I wanted to eat that night.  I was heavily considering throwing in the creative towel and making artisan quesadillas when my mind jumped from the shape of a quesadilla to PANCAKES.  And then I remembered, I wanted pancakes.  Mental high five, Elena.

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I downloaded this recipe last fall after watching that Rachel Ray show where she goes to a town and tries to eat for under a certain amount of money.  I don’t think it’s on the air anymore.  I don’t particularly like Rachel Ray, but she was in Asheville, North Carolina (one of my favorite places) and so I watched it.  And Rachel made a stop by the Tupelo Honey Cafe and ordered these pancakes that looked incredible.  So I downloaded the recipe and promised myself (and probably Dan) I’d make them immediately.  But I didn’t.  It’s now a year later and those pancakes have not shown their face in this apartment.

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Part of the reason it has taken me so long to make these pancakes is that for a while, I lost my pancake touch.  When I was a kid, I made awesome pancakes.  Light, fluffy, crispy, delicious.  But all last year, every time I tried to make pancakes, they fell short.  Flat, greasy, burned, chewy, awful.  I read every pancake how-to I could get my hands on, I practiced and practiced, I just couldn’t get them right.  My batter wasn’t fluffy enough, my griddle was too hot or too cold, it just wasn’t working.  So when my craving for sweet potato pancakes hit me yesterday, so did my performance anxiety.

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And amazingly they just… worked!  The first one sucked, but isn’t that a rule?  The first pancake rule?  The rest were perfect, totally delicious.  I’m not going to pretend to know why these were great and the ones I made last year were awful, I’m just chalking it up to luck.  And my advice to those of you in pancake peril?  Medium heat on your skillet (cast iron works best for me) and wait until you see the bubbles!  These are worth the angst, up there with my other genius late night ideas, like buying Cracker Barrel stock.

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Sweet Potato Pancakes
Source: Tupelo Honey Cafe

1 1/3 cups flour

1/2 tsp salt

3 tbsp sugar

1/4 tsp baking soda

1/2 tbsp baking powder

1 1/2 cups buttermilk

2 eggs

1 tbsp butter, melted

1/2 sweet potato, cooked and mashed

1 tbsp honey

1 tsp ground cinnamon

1/2 tsp nutmeg

Combine all dry ingredients (except spices) in a large bowl.  In another bowl combine buttermilk, eggs, melted butter.  Add that to dry ingredients.  In a third bowl, mix honey, spices, and potato.  Add this to the pancake mixture.  Mix until incorporated but don’t over mix.  Let the batter stand at least 1 hour.

Heat your griddle (skillet) to medium heat.  Add the batter, and cook until bubbles appear (see photo above), flip, and then cook until golden brown on both sides.

No Impact Bread

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A few weeks ago one of the connections I made through the Julia & Julie media blitz emailed me to see if I would be interested in participating in another movie’s media blitz.  The project/book/movie is titled No Impact Man, and chronicles the story of a family living in New York City that decided to go completely off the grid, to become environmentally neutral.  I was intrigued, so I agreed to watch a screener.  After watching the movie I felt inspired, curious, and a little guilty about my own impact.  I then received a copy of the book, which is less documentary and more educational.

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The family that did this, Colin Beavan, his wife Michelle Conlin, and their toddler Isabella, didn’t start out as very environmentally friendly people.  In the book and in the movie, Colin seems like your typical upper middle class liberal.  Exactly the kind of person that the website Stuff White People Like parodies.  Exactly the kind of person I am.  Michelle was more of a consumer and they were both consummate New Yorkers (take out delivered every meal, etc), but in a lot of ways they resembled most of the people I know.  I’m guilty of a lot of the things that Colin points out about himself at the beginning of the book.  While I think that I’m a few steps ahead of where they were when they started out, I’m nowhere near as environmentally  neutral as I’d like to be.

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After watching the movie I was given the opportunity to talk to Colin, Michelle, or their producer.  I felt as though, through his blog, his book, and his part in the movie (not to mention the countless interviews that started halfway through the project), I understood Colin’s stance.  I was incredibly curious, however, about Michelle’s stance.  While she was totally supportive of Colin’s project and in a lot of ways pushed him further than he would have gone alone, Michelle and Isabella were along for the ride.  And I wanted to know how a year of living No Impact impacted them.  I spoke with Michelle on the phone this week, and here is that interview (keep in mind that I’m a foodblogger, not a journalist, and that all of my interviewing skills come from compulsive NPR listening).

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E: Describe how you reacted when Colin first proposed the project to you?
M: Colin had been writing historical nonfiction and wanted to change the direction his career was heading.  He got so excited about the idea, and he was so excited that I went all excited and didn’t think through what it would mean.  I got all wifey and supportive.  An Inconvenient Truth had just come out, so I was open to doing something to awake my political and environmental consciousness.
E: How long was it before you started to realize how hard it was going to be?
M: By the time we were halfway through, I knew it was bigger that one year, one book, one project.  I knew it was a lifechanging thing.

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E: There is at least one scene in the movie where you breakdown and hit a Starbucks.  Did you slip in other ways?
M: Caffeine.  That was really the biggest way that I slipped, the hardest thing for me to give up.  Also, it shows it in the movie, I have really gray hair, I have since I was in my twenties.  I had been using vegetable dye as an eco-solution to this problem.  I eventually broke down and went to an organic salon.  I never slipped on the vegetarian thing though, and that surprised me.
E:  You have an office job in an era where people are expected to be clean, alert, professional, and put together.  How did your coworkers react to both the project and changes in your appearance?
M: For the most part, my coworkers were amused about the whole thing.  Though I did find out, later, that they thought the lunches that Colin would pack for me in mason jars were, well, a little stinky.  I wore a lot of black.  Black is an amazing solution when you’re trying to be Swiss Family Robinson in the middle of New York City.  Essentially we went off the grid, so work was my reprieve, a place where I had ice chips, air conditioning, electricity.

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E: You didn’t visit your family at all during the project because of their distance.  How did they feel about the project?
M: At first, my mom was worried.  My sister and sister-in-law, though, were supportive and started making changes in their own lives.  By and large they were intrigued and supportive.
E: You threw little parties to commemorate each hurdle.  What are some things that your friends took away from your experience?
M: Everyone was curious.  They would talk to us about the garbage shame that they each have.  But they were great, supportive, and a lot of them made changes in their own lives.

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E: I’m so curious about how your daughter reacted.  Some parents these days go to extreme measures to mask their children’s food in fun and appealing packages, coating foods with mayonnaise and ketchup.  But in the movie, it seemed like Isabella just… went with it. What was her reaction like to each phase?
M: Colin actually said that Isabella was our teacher in this project because she is so in the moment, she just lives in the moment.  She really did just go with it.  And she continues to be that way.  It was a lot of fun for her to have the (composting) worms, to do the laundry by stomping on it (in the bathtub).  It gave her great joy and the family great joy.  I really felt like I was feeling my family in a way I hadn’t felt it before.  It gave me the experience of the slow life, the days felt like they lasted forever.  It was really delicious, entertaining each other.

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E: What were some of your favorite moments of the year?
M: The night after we gave away the TV, which was my idea because I was addicted to it and I just couldn’t take staring at it, Colin and I were having the most fascinating discussion about something from our childhood.  And I realized that we were having that conversation that we wouldn’t have usually had because the TV was gone.  Also, we would go to the Washington  Square Park fountain.  Washington Square Park became like our country club.  It’s a public park, but it felt like our country club.  And the farm was a life altering experience for me.  Something I will never, ever forget.  Ever.  Finally, and this one surprised me, the day after we ended the project, I was going to the airport with Isabella to visit my family, and I felt sad that it was ending.  It was such a special experience together.
E: Since the project ended, what parts of the No Impact lifestyle have you held onto?
M: Bicycles, the community garden.  We have a little community garden plot in Greenwich Village.  Isabella wants me to tell you about the squash.  We have squash that are so big they’re eighteen inches long and six inches high.  We don’t have air conditioning, we don’t need it.  No television.  We unplugged the freezer because I was only using it for ice cubes and that seemed wasteful to me.  We eat local food as much as we can.  We do what makes sense.  I woke up to how much I wasted and now it’s easy, and a pleasure, not to waste.
E: What parts were you ready to give up?
M: The bathtub washing machine.

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E: What is the biggest difference between living high impact and living no impact?
M: The biggest difference is that before I didn’t really  do the math about what I bought, used, did, and the carbon impact.  Now I’m more conscious of what I do.  I’m more conscious of what my own impact is.  And I found all these unexpected dividends.
E: You said in a recent blog post that, despite being heavy on the parsnips, eating local (within 250 miles of NYC) really grew on you.  Can you share your favorite recipe?
M: Colin’s bread recipe.  It was as though I was tasting bread for the first time.

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I asked for Michelle’s favorite No Impact recipe at the end of the interview because, obviously, this is a food blog and I wanted to be able to tie the whole story and interview into something I made and that you, in turn, could make.  I was delighted when she suggested a bread recipe because I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make all of our own bread.  I mean, why not?  After this wedding I’m going to be swimming in free time, and I’ve been looking for ways to make our lives more sustainable and more DIY.  I mean, we make 90% of what we eat from scratch, so why not bread?

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Colin’s recipe calls for a starter, which is a traditional method used in sourdough bread making. Essentially, a starter is an active yeast culture, which you keep alive by feeding it flour and water at regular intervals. It changes and grows, and you pinch off of it to make each loaf of bread. I read that the relationship between baker and starter is complex and intimate, and that you should always name your starter, in the same way you name your car or computer (our electric blue Honda Civic SI is named Bessie. My computer, a MacBook, is named Ulysses, after the President. Dan’s MacBook Pro is named Tesseract after the method of time travel in A Wrinkle in Time. My last computer, which Dan and I lost my sophomore year, was named Bertha). So Dan and I brainstormed, and we decided to name our starter Laverne Cornwallis, after the Scrubs character and the General. Two days later, we woke up and Laverne had exploded over our counter and smelled like throw up. Oops. A little internet research informed us that extreme heat can kill a starter and, naturally, Laverne had been residing in the only spot in our kitchen that gets direct sunlight. Furthermore, Laverene’s character is killed off in the later seasons of Scrubs and Cornwallis surrendered during the Revolutionary war, so I think we set our starter up for failure.

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Our second starter we named Mr. Feeny, after the ever present teacher/principal/neighbor in the 90′s sitcom Boy Meets World. As a starter, Mr. Feeny did much better than Laverne. Within two days he had the telltale bubbles that indicated it was time to move to the next stage of bread making, the sponge. The sponge is just another step in the fermenting process. You add more flour and water to your starter and allow it to grow. For the first time following Colin’s recipe, I hit some problems with the sponge. His recipe says that the sponge will look like “a soupy mess.” After adding two cups of lukewarm water, mine still looked like a very stiff dough. I added another cup, and it had loosened up a bit, but not much. After a fourth cup it looked like… well it looked like primordial soup. Eventually, after many hours of fermenting, it took on the same consistency of the starter, so I think I did it right. Maybe not.

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By nightfall my sponge had adopted a certain aroma, one that was not bad like the smell Laverne possessed, but just a little sweet and a little sour. Something that the internet had told me sourdough bread would smell like. In the morning, after my sponge had fermented about 20 hours, I added more flour and salt, kneaded the dough, and let it double. The texture of bread dough is funny. It’s not as spongy as pizza dough, but not as tough as bagel dough. Starter and sponge have the consistency of homemade marshmallow, and bread dough is only one or two steps firmer than that. After the dough has doubled you knead it a bit more, divide it in half, and place it in greased bread pans, where you let it rise another hour. The recipe calls for the bread to bake 40 minutes, or until it makes a sound like a drum when you tap on the base. Mine baked for 60 minutes, but that may be because I added so much extra water, or because of the humidity in the D.C. air during a very rainy September. The bread is allowed to sit for 15 minutes on the counter to rest. After that it can be sliced, served, and enjoyed. Theoretically. My bread was well, as I put it to Dan, it was not quite right. The size and texture was right, it just had a… funk. It was bitter, too sour. It may be because I added too much water, or maybe my Mr. Feeny failed me just like a disruptive student. It could have fermented too long, perhaps. I don’t think it’s the recipe, and this won’t be the end of my effort to make our own bread on my own, with no bread machine. In fact, in an homage to No Impact Man, I’m taking the bread machine off our wedding registry. People have been making bread without machines for centuries, why can’t I?

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I really appreciated the No Impact project.  Dan and I have been transitioning, slowly, towards making our lives as sustainable as possible.  This project reinforced why we wanted to do that and also gave us the push we needed to go a little further.  It’s easy to feel hopeless and like nothing you do matters.  I even sometimes panic about the world we’ll be leaving to our kids and think maybe we shouldn’t have kids so that they won’t have to suffer through the consequences of our mistakes.  And while the facts presented in No Impact Man are a lot to deal with, I think that the overall message is that one person, one family, can make a difference.  If we all think “it’s just too big” and give up, buy a few more bottles of Coke and order Chinese food one more time, nothing is going to happen.  But if each of us cuts down just a little, we actually could reverse the way things are going.  Colin and Michelle aren’t suggesting that everyone give up toilet paper.  They’re not suggesting we all go to the extremes they went to.  They’re just suggesting that we each figure out what we can change, what we can give up.  Can you grow some of your own food, compost some of your own waste, or even just start shaving with a straight edge razor?  And at the end of the day, will you feel more fulfilled, more satisfied, and have also made a difference?  Hopefully.

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No Impact  Bread
Source: Colin Beavan

Starter:

2 cups water

2 cups flour

Bread:

2 cups lukewarm water

8 cups whole wheat flour

Tsp salt

To make the starter:

Combine two cups of water and two cups of flour in a jar and shake vigorously.  Cover with a cloth and leave someplace warm, stirring once a day.  After a few days have passed, bubbles will start to form, and your starter will be ready!  If you’d like to make a continuous starter, be sure to set some aside.

To make the bread:

Combine two cups of starter with two cups of lukewarm water.  Stir in four cups of whole wheat flour.  It’ll be very liquid, it’s called a sponge.  Cover with a wet cloth and let rest 8-24 hours.

When the sponge has visible bubbles, add in salt and remaining flour.  Dump onto a floured countertop and knead for 10 minutes.  Place in a greased bowl, cover with a damp cloth, and let rise in a warm spot until it has doubled.

Break into two loaves.  Knead each a little and then put into greased loaf pans.  Let them rise in the loaf pan another hour.

Bake at 400 for 40 minutes.  To test to see if it’s done, tap the bottom of the loaf.  It it sounds hollow, like a drum, then it’s ready.

Let rest 15 minutes after it’s done.

To revive your starter, add another cup of water and and another cup of flour.  Then, each day, add a tbsp of each.  If you regularly take parts of it to make bread, it should stay healthy and active!


Hush Puppies


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Usually when I write posts I try and come up with a charming or funny story to regale you with.  Using this formula I tell a story about my life, something that happened, whatever, and then when you’re not even expecting it (except you totally are) I tie it back into the recipe.  And then I tell you why I made the recipe, what I liked/didn’t like about it, and usually end it with words like “delicious.”  Because cooking wise, I’m lucky enough to have more delicious nights that fail nights.

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Tonight was a fail night.  First of all, I have been sick for 8 days.  With a cold.  WITH A COLD*.  I’m going to admit something that is not going to help my street cred, but on a regular basis I come into contact with 4 people, with few exceptions.  Three  people at work, one fiance.  If any of them gets sick, no matter how minor it is, I am sick within hours.  And for five or six times as long as them.  Imagine what my life was like when I was a preschool teacher.  Awful.  That was also the year I got shingles.  It’s almost as though karma is paying me back for all those kids I dunked under when I was a swim instructor.  And all those times I dressed my brother Ryan up like a girl.

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Anyway, so I’m sick.  But I go to work because I’ve missed a few days and I need to go to work.  It’s a long day because my cold has moved to my chest and I have this cough that makes me feel awful.  When I get home I get start making a recipe that I am planning on sharing tonight.  Seared (organic) yellowfin tuna with jalapeño, cilantro, ginger, avocado, and lime.  I am going to tell you about my father’s winter as a commercial tuna fisherman.  Instead, the tuna was bad.  And after a little breakdown on my kitchen floor I thr0w together a pizza (with a tomato from a seed that we harvested last year, which would be more exciting if I weren’t sick and pissed off about the tuna) and pour myself a glass of wine.  And posted this hush puppies recipe.  Because I’m sick and I’d been storing it for the night when I needed to get a post out but just couldn’t.  Which is tonight.  Plus, hush puppies are awesome, you should make them.  Delicious.

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*Turns out I am sick with an acute upper respiratory infection, plus a dash of bronchitis and a hint of sinusitis.  At least my body keeps it interesting, right?

Hush Puppies

1 cup corn meal

1/2 cup flour

1 egg

1/2 cup buttermilk

Pinch of paprika

Pinch of cayenne

Pinch of garlic powder

Salt & pepper

Peanut oil for frying

Begin by mixing dry ingredients.  In a separate bowl, whisk together egg and buttermilk.  Combine wet and dry ingredients, and use your hands to form 1/2″ round balls.

Heat your oil in a large skillet.  You want your oil to be deep enough that the puppies can be totally immersed.  You’ll know when your oil is hot enough if bubbles form around a wooden spoon.

Drop each ball into the fryer.  Use a spoon to push them around so they’re sure to get cooked on both side.  Cook until golden brown- 3 or 4 minutes.  Remove with a slotted spoon and place on paper towels so they can dry through and through.

P.S. Biscuits

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Last November my Aunt Jill loaned me her copy of the book Julie & Julia.  It was about two months after I started this site, and she thought I’d be interested in another woman’s journey to make sense of her life through cooking and writing.  I loved the book, and have thought about it often while crafting posts for this site.  Not that b&s is anywhere near as demanding as cooking over 500 french recipes in one year, nor was I experiencing quite the existential crisis that Julie Powell was when she started the Julie/Julia project, but I can relate.  I started this blog fresh out of college, in the midst of my perfectly constructed five year plan crumbling around me.  In the months that have passed since I started writing, this site has been one of the most meaningful parts of my life.  It seems to make  it more manageable that I’m in an off-career track job living in a city that makes me crazy in an apartment that doesn’t get enough light to keep my  plants alive.  I may not have a ticking biological clock (at least not too loudly, and even then only when in close proximity to cute babies), but I completely understood the feeling of being lost and let down.  And, in fact, turning to a food blog to pull myself out of it.

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copper pots, halfway through the installation.  red outline indicates copper, black indicates cast iron or steel.

This past week I was invited to visit the National Museum of American History for two separate donation events.  The first, Wednesday morning, was the donation and installation of Julia Child’s copper pots.  The rest of her kitchen was donated in 2001 when she moved from Cambridge back to her home state of California.  It has been recreated with insane accuracy inside NMAH, every last spoon is exactly the way it was the day it left Julia’s house. The exhibition containing it, Bon Appetit, is a beautiful homage to Julia Child.  Her copper pots, however, have been on display in California since 2001, and were finally reunited with the rest of the kitchen this month.  I was invited as part of a group of local foodbloggers, but I was the only foodblogger that showed up for the morning segment.  In my midst were reporters from the Smithsonian Magazine, the Washington Post, and NPR.  As an NPR junkie, you can imagine that I felt a little out of place.

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However, the event was really amazing.  I watched as they hung the remaining pots on the pegboard that Child’s husband Paul painted to her specifications.  He even went so far as to outline (and color code) each pot so that she knew where they belonged.  After the presentation and group questions, I tagged along as the NPR reporter walked around the room with the curators, Paula Johnson and Reyna Green.  Their depth of knowledge about both the kitchen and Julia Child herself is immense, and it was fascinating to listen to the stories and anecdotes.  They had a story for each pot and gadget, and it was refreshing to talk to people so devoted to their craft.

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As someone a little young to be a part of the Julia Child phenomenon, I was aware of her while growing up, but never a devotee.  However, I certainly  came of age in a world much affected by Julia.  She was the pioneer of what we now consider standard for food cooking shows.  One of the things that shines through in the Julia Child exhibition is how accessible she was.  Her kitchen isn’t the fancy beach front wonders that we see on TV these days.  From the butcher block countertop to the 60 year old Garland stove, she cooked and talked in a way that made her viewers and fans feel like they could do it too.  People saw her making mistakes and were encouraged in their own culinary escapades.

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The second event that I was invited to was another donation event surrounding the Julie & Julia movie media blitz.  This event took place the evening of the copper pots installation and was a donation made by Nora Ephron, the director of Julie & Julia.  The National Museum of American History has a division of music, sports, and entertainment that has acquired everything from Colbert’s portrait to Dorothy’s red slippers.  Ms. Ephron donated the movie script, director’s plans, story boards, and the dress that Meryl Streep wears in the movie as she portrays Julia Child.

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director nora ephron at the national museum of american history, donating objects from julie & julia, the movie

By nature, the evening event was not as impressive to me as the morning event.  At the pot donation I was able to talk one on one with the curators, to learn and explore.  The evening event was larger, more formal, and a reception.  I did, however, really appreciate that Julia’s niece, Dr. Philadelphia Cousins (whose mother, Dorothy, is featured in the film), spoke.  A woman with an uncanny resemblance to Julia herself, Dr. Cousins spoke of how appreciative she was that NMAH was a vehicle for the world to appreciate what Julia represented.  I also appreciated it when she spoke about the movie.  Oftentimes I wonder what it feels like for family and friends to see an actor depict their loved ones.  It was refreshing to hear her speak about it, because I don’t believe that would be something you lied about, not even to spare the feelings of Nora Ephron (have I mentioned that When Harry Met Sally is my favorite movie?).  Dr. Cousins said that when she watched Streep’s performance, her breath was taken away.

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Tonight Dan and I went to a special screening of Julie & Julia. I was excited to see the movie long before I knew about all of these events, so it was a special treat to get to see it early and for free.  And I have to admit, I loved it.  Both Meryl Streep and Amy Adams put on phenomenal performances, and it was a fantastic interpretation of the book.  I don’t usually like books adapted into movies (I’ve had to suspend reality when watching Harry Potter movies and become all what book?, J.K. who?), but I thought this was done nicely.  I think, actually, that my favorite part was watching Dan enjoy the movie.  I read an interview with Julie Powell a few days ago where she says how much she loved the portrayal of her husband, Eric.  I would like to think that I am not as prone to meltdowns as she is, but I know that I have put Dan through more than his fair share.  It was gratifying to watch him take in the movie, grunt in sarcastic laughter when the scenes in the movie mirrored scenes from our own kitchen.  It may be that there is an overarching tone to the whole movie about partner appreciation, but I really did appreciate Dan a little more walking out of the theater.

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dress by ann roth from julie & julia, the movie.  made for meryl streep in her depiction of julia child.

When I was invited to take part in all of these events, it was with the hope that I would help promote Julie & Julia.  I am not, as I try and make clear on this site, in the business of hawking things that I don’t believe in myself.  However, I feel comfortable telling you how much I enjoyed every part of this.  When I first read the book, I loved it.  I felt like I understood Julie Powell’s perspective and have been following her blog since because I’m interested in her as a writer.  I also strongly recommend that you visit the National Museum of American History and take in Julia’s complete kitchen.  Even as someone who didn’t grow up on Julia Child, I have, over the course of the past year, started to appreciate her hold over the American public, a combination of absurd behavior and whimsy.  And finally, I do recommend that you go see Julie & Julia, the movie.  I promise I’m not getting paid to promote the movie, it just made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

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In the final scene in the movie and one of the final scenes in the book, Julie and her husband Eric drive to NMAH to visit Julia’s kitchen and to leave a box of butter in front of her portrait.  This scene struck a cord with me.  Partly because they drove down Georgia Avenue (a street I drive down daily) and partly because I’m always touched by a pilgrimage (especially one containing butter).  It does make me wonder- in a world full of food stars and celebrity chefs, who do you feel a connection to?  Would you travel to New York to place a poblano pepper at Bobby Flay’s doorstep?  Would you bring Paula Deen a cup of mayonnaise?

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script, director’s book, and storyboards from julie & julia, the movie

Finally, now, I’ll get around to the recipe.  I knew when I decided to post about this experience that I needed to pick a good recipe to post with it.  But Julia Child was a classically trained French chef, so what recipe would be fitting to post on a southern food blog?  I spoke to Paula Johnson, one of the curators of Bon Appetit!, and she recommended a recipe from Julia’s Kitchen Wisdom. This recipe is the last in the book, and is even labeled as a post script.  Julia notes that every good recipe book should include biscuits, and then goes on to explain that these are her adaptations of southern biscuits.  Even though this recipe is pretty similar to my rosemary biscuits, I thought it was perfect because it combined all aspects of my experience and my newfound knowledge of Julia Child- her American roots, her love of technique, her desire to cook everything and anything, and, of course, my southern roots and the purpose of this blog.  So I offer to you today Julia Child’s baking powder biscuits.

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title wall for the exhibition containing julia child’s kitchen at the national museum of american history

Baking Powder Biscuits
Source: Julia Child, Julia’s Kitchen Wisdom

1 1/2 cups all purpose flour

1/2 cup cake flour

1 2/3 tbsp baking powder

3/4 tsp salt

1 tbsp sugar

3/4 cup vegetable shortening

1 cup milk

Whisk together dry ingredients.

Use a pastry knife (or two knives) to cut in vegetable shortening.  Blend until the texture is similar to cornmeal.

With a wooden spoon, stir in milk.  Dump out onto a floured surface and fold in half 6 times over.  Spread with your hands until it is 3/4″ deep.

Use a biscuit cutter to cut 10-12 biscuits.  Place on a piece of parchment paper and bake at 425 for 10-12 minutes.

Skillet Cornbread

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The deciding factor in our debate over whether or not we should elope was, truth be told, our families.  We weighed all of our options, made a pro/con list, and ultimately decided that being able to celebrate our commitment with our friends and family was worth all the hassle of wedding planning.  In the year that we’ve been at it, we’ve definitely had some bumps in the road.  On the upside, there have been some really wonderful moments and I’ve been touched time and time again at how the people we love have come together for us.

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This past weekend, I was treated to a wonderful adventure in celebration of our wedding.  My grandmother, mother, two of my aunts, and my cousin joined me in Williamsburg, Virginia for an incredible weekend.  We met on Friday and worked our way through Williamsburg, focusing mostly on eating.  We took in some history, but to be honest, our days revolved around food.  One of my favorite parts of the weekend was the first planned activity we took part in.  My Aunt Paula used her googling skills and found a restaurant called “A Chef’s Kitchen.”  The basic premise of their operation is to bring the instructional aspect of cooking shows to a real audience, who in turn get to watch, learn, and eat.

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They serve a five course meal, paired wine.  The menu changes each month based on seasonal ingredients, and they make 3/4 of the meal in front of you.  You’re also sent home with all of the recipes, so today I’m sharing what was one of my favorite elements to the dinner, their skillet cornbread.  The cornbread was the first thing that was cooked in front of us, and it was paired with a lovely arugula salad.  The cornbread course followed a corn soup, and afterwards we were served a scallop over a bed of cilantro pesto noodles, succeeded by berkshire pork and ratatouille.  The whole thing was topped off with a chocolate terrine with (as my Aunt Jill pointed out in excited whispers) triple layered ganache.

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I can imagine that you are already booking your reservations so that you can partake in the TRIPLE GANACHE as soon as possible.  I’ve already promised Dan that as soon as we have a free weekend (so, after September) we’ll be taking a trip down there because I just know that he would love everything about it.  Other sites in Williamsburg that were a big hit were the Cheese Shop, where I partook in my favorite pass-time- eating cheese, the colonial herb garden, where I got talked into buying a floppy straw hat, and the Fat Canary, where there were signs informing diners that both the water and the plumbing was historic.

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I will admit that making this at home proved more difficult than drinking wine and watching them make it.  I’m not sure if I just didn’t cook it long enough, if my skillet wasn’t hot enough, or if I bought cornmeal that was too coarse, but it turned out a little off.  Even after doubling the cooking time it wasn’t cooked through, so I will have to revisit the dish.  Dan still claims it was delicious and suggested that since he doesn’t feel obligated to be nice to me when I don’t deserve it, I have no reason not to believe him.  All I know is that I can’t wait to try more of the recipes from Friday night, and I will definitely be going back to A Chef’s Kitchen.  This weekend was far better than I could have ever expected it to be, and time spent with celebrating my family was exactly what Dan and I had in mind when we decided to include our families in this crazy wedding.

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From left: Jill, Paula, Marlene, Jessie, Cathy, Elena

Skilled-Baked Cornbread
Source: A Chef’s Kitchen

1 3/4 cup stone-ground yellow cornmeal

1 tbsp sugar

1 tsp salt

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

1 egg

2 cups buttermilk

1 tbsp butter

For this recipe, you need a cast-iron skillet, preferably one that is well seasoned.

Preheat your oven to 450, with the skillet in the oven.  After the oven is preheated, leave the pan in for an additional 5 minutes.

Whisk together cornmeal, sugar, salt, b. powder, and b. soda.  Add the egg and buttermilk and whisk until smooth.

Remove the skillet from the oven and add the butter.  Allow it to melt and brown.  Swirl it around so that the edges and bottom are coated.

Pour in the cornbread batter and bake for 12-15 minutes, or until cooked thoroughly.  Turn out onto a cutting board and serve warm.