Category Archives: Better Half

Ouch. And yet, hah.

Me, look­ing at today’s Google home­page image:  It’s Char­lie Chaplin’s 122nd birth­day.
The hus­band, not look­ing up from his com­puter: And his wife’s 35th.

Easy, sexy chocolate mousse (pudding)

For those of you who don’t fol­low the Recipe Redux col­umn Amanda Hesser writes in the NYT Sun­day Mag­a­zine, here’s a dou­ble thumbs up from the BH and I for the Chocolate-Rum Mousse.

The BH made it for us for New Year’s Eve din­ner, and it is, as Hesser says, more pudding-like than a real, “proper” mousse.  That said, it’s rich, choco­latey, rummy, and com­pletely deli­cious.  The BH reports that it’s also lit­er­ally a whiz to make in the blender, pun com­pletely intended– he used choco­late chips for the choco­late, and it took less than a half hour to make, start to fin­ish.  The only “trick” ingre­di­ent is the plain, unfla­vored gelatin, since I’m the kind of nerd who has that in my pantry, but most well-stocked super­mar­kets have it these days.  And when it’s done, you’ve got an easy, sexy choco­late dessert that’s got Jello beat, what­ever you call it.

Not just any pancake

The hus­band can cook.  Very well, in fact.  He is a break­fast cook extra­or­di­naire.  His omelets?  You should be so lucky to be the recip­i­ent of his egg cook­ery.  Trust me on this.  He gave me (while I was dat­ing another man, no less) my copies of Mas­ter­ing the Art of French Cook­ing one Christ­mas.  He’s also an excel­lent baker.  (Just don’t expect him not to use every pot in the kitchen.)

So, when I was look­ing at Amanda Hesser’s web­site, food52, and saw David Eyre’s Pan­cake there as a pre­view of the new Essen­tial New York Times Cook­book, I thought to myself, “Self, this is what we’re hav­ing for break­fast tomor­row.”  And promptly handed the recipe over to my Bet­ter Half.  Because I stink at mak­ing pancakes.

Yep.  I am made of pan­cake fail.  You heard it here first.

But the hus­band?  He is not.  He can also make waf­fles.  And some­times?  The gluten is worth it.  These pan­cakes most def­i­nitely are worth it.  Cut into fourths, sprin­kled with a lit­tle lemon juice and coated with pow­dered (or superfine, because that’s what we had) sugar– mmmm.  Deli­cious.  A recipe worth the book’s price of admis­sion, I think.

Truly.  There’s a rea­son we’ve been mar­ried for 10 years this com­ing week.

Well, that and the open­ing jars thing.

In which fish stew is made and consumed and I actually post on the internet, too, only breaking a few laws in the process.

I know.  You’re shocked.  Cook­ing, here at bipolarlawyercook?

What’s up with that?

Here, let me get out the smelling salts before I start post­ing pic­tures and recount­ing the recipe and prov­ing that yeah, that “cook” thing in my han­dle isn’t there just for show.

I know.  I had to pick the poor Bet­ter Half up off the floor too.  More­over, I had to enlist the poor bas­tard in prep­ping the stew, it’d been so long since I’d been home on a week­night and had the day off and had the time to go gro­cery shop­ping (thank you, end­less round of close shifts and emo­tional exhaus­tion prior to job trans­fer, whut?)  But he was a champ, and we got it done, which was good, because today was one of those first raw fall blus­tery days where you’re (or maybe just me, but still) all– “Hmm.  SOUP.  Yeah.”

This tasty, gluten-free, low-carbish (just leave out the rice and brown sugar if you so choose) white fish stew is DELICIOUS.  And not really a chow­der despite my sojourn this past week­end in Province­town on the Cape (and more, per­haps, some­time, on how the leather dad­dies and their boys knew my col­lege best friend and I weren’t together but the les­bians all seemed to give us the “you’re a cute cou­ple” nod, which I thought was lol­rar­i­ous) stew is Thai-flavored, deli­cious, and except for a lit­tle chop­ping for prep, quick-cooking and easy to make.

It comes straight from Melissa Clark’s new book In the Kitchen with a Good Appetite , a cook­book I am very much enjoy­ing and lit­ter­ing with pos­tit notes at night in my bed.  Clark writes reg­u­larly for the NYT, and I’ve made sev­eral recipes of hers over this spring and sum­mer that were solid hits that I just haven’t got­ten around to post­ing about (includ­ing her OMG gaz­pa­cho with yogurt which you should go google right now).  (I’ve been COOKING.  I’ve just been remiss in blog­ging.  I know.  You’re shocked.)

I tweaked the recipe in one way that departs from the highly copy­right viola­tive way in which I am about to just post the fol­low­ing photo of the recipe straight from the book:  I rinsed and chopped one small­ish zuc­chini, halved it length­wise, then halved it again and cut it into thin quar­ter slices, to be added in at the last stage with the fish.

As for the rest:  the BH does not care for shell­fish, so I used 1 lb. wild-caught George’s Bank cod in place of the vari­ety rec­om­mended, since the snap­per was farmed and I just … don’t like farmed fish, no mat­ter what peo­ple may say about safety.  I served it with Jas­mine rice, wicked lazy style– Trader Joe’s sells some frozen (I shit you not) in lit­tle microwav­able bags and I zapped one to serve on the side and spoon into the bowl.  You could skip it if you’re count­ing your carbs.  Like­wise, the recipe calls for 1 tbsp. brown sugar for that authen­tic Thai-ish kind of taste.  I have a feel­ing you could add in agave nec­tar in equal pro­por­tion right before serv­ing if you were watch­ing your sugar and get about the same fla­vor, though I haven’t tried it.

So.  Recipe.  (I know.  Going to hell.  At least I will have been well fed on the way…):

Mise en place, aka all that shit you need to get started.

And then, by the magic of my being too lazy to take a pic­ture of what’s really a very fast process– seri­ously, stir the shal­lots and gar­lic until ten­der in oil, then add the liq­uid and sim­mer 10 min­utes before adding the fish and the zuc­chini and cook­ing three min­utes more– we have the fin­ished product.

Voila.  Pretty, pretty coconut fish stew with basil and lemon­grass.  And zuc­chini.  Because I’m sub­ver­sive in adding veg­gies like that.

Here’s the ver­sion with rice, in case you want to know what it looks like all fragrant-steamy with the added odor of Jas­mine rice mix­ing in with the coconut milk and the lime juice and fish stew loveliness.

Thus ends my fish tale, all of it totally true.  Espe­cially the part about my vio­lat­ing copy­right by post­ing the recipe pic­ture.  Although adding the zuc­chini arguably trans­forms this whole post into fair use.

I think.

Eh.

I think I’ll have some more soup and not worry instead.  It’s that kind of soup.

Bookshelf porn

Book­shelf porn. I like this one, though it’s more art than book­shelf. Thanks to the Bet­ter Half for the link.