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What Does a Peck of Peppers Look like Anyway?

Scotch Bonnet Peppers

Peppers from My Garden

These are peppers I picked on my front porch. The odd shaped orange ones are Scotch Bonnet peppers! Supposedly they look like a tam, but they seem more UFO shaped to me. I’m a spice lover, but even I am terrified of these things. What should I do with them? There are four there, but the plant has about 20 more peppers growing on it. The red pepper in the background is a cayenne and the light green are some sort of  mild pepper.

I bought a new camera recently which I’m trying to learn more about it. It’s got way more features than my last point and shoot. This is my attempt at better food photography. The light is terrible but the peppers still look nice I think. Any suggestions for what to do with all these Scotch Bonnet peppers and recommendations on a book digital photography are welcome!

Lobster and Martinis or Lines We Love

Cape Ann also provides what I stubbornly maintain are the world’s best lobsters. I also stubbornly maintain that the only real way to cook lobsters is in three or four inches of sea water, in a covered kettle, for about twelve minutes (pound and a quarter lobsters being the ideal size). You then drape these dazzling creatures over the rocks until they cool off a bit, tear them apart with the bare hands, dip each piece in melted butter, and guzzle. There should be from two to six lobsters per person. While the lobsters cook and cool off, tow dry Martinis à la DeVoto should be served. Nothing whatever else should be served–we are eating  all the lobster we want, we are not fooling around with salad or strawberry shortcake or even coffee. All you need are the martinis, plenty of lobsters, millions of paper napkins, and a view.

–Avis Devoto to Julia Child, May 30th, 1952

Friday Miscellany

It’s finally Friday! I’m fussing around with the blog trying to prevent these comment spam attacks. I’m trying something called CAPTCHA codes. I hope they’re not annoying for folks trying to leave comments–I love comments! I’m just tired of these stupid spammers and their Gucci bags. They periodically get through all of the filters I’ve got set up. This might actually stop them. Let me know if this turns into a hassle.

I’ve got some thoughts about e-books which I’m trying to turn into a post. I’ll work on that over the weekend.

I finished reading Michele Huneven’s Round Rock earlier in the week and started Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom. I loved Huneven’s novel Blame. It’s interesting going back to read earlier work. I think Blame is a stronger work, but Round Rock is a great novel too. Both books deal with alcoholism but in different ways. I’m going to track down a copy of Huneven’s second novel Jamesland, just for completion’s sake. Anyone else read it?

Enjoy the weekend!

Out of Sheer Rage by Geoff Dyer

If you only read one book on attempting to write a biography of D.H. Lawrence this year, make it this one! I found myself reading bits of it aloud to Mr. Bookdwarf. Dyer’s play with language and genre subvert the standard literary criticism tomes. How he even got this book in print is beyond me. The phrase “herding cats” comes to mind when I think about Dyer’s writing process.

But it’s so much fun to read! In this wonderful book, I discovered some of my favorite sentences: “To be interested in something is to be involved in what is essentially a stressful relationship with that thing, to suffer anxiety on its behalf.” Mind you, he’s talking about not being interested in theater. If you’re interested in literature — that is, feel anxiety about its health, its trends, its quality — then Dyer’s work should reassure you that it’s alive and well.

A Late Post or, Weekend Reading

[Ed. note: I just realized that I didn’t hit publish on this post last week! So the weekend I’m referencing is in fact not this past one, but the one previous. This weekend I was in fact melting down in Georgia and Alabama.]

With such hot weather making anything but reading a sweat-inducing chore, I manged to get to a few books in the past days.

Last week, I started Anthony Bourdain’s Medium Raw. Love him or hate him, the man’s got an opinion on just about everything, something I respect. Medium Raw collects his musings on everything from fatherhood to controversial folks in the food industry. You’ve got to like a guy who gets so passionate about everything. It delivered exactly what I wanted, musings on food with occasional rants.

Another book I’ve been hearing booksellers rave about is Lily King’s Father of the Rain. They were right to rave! It’s an amazing exploration of the relationship between a daughter and her alcoholic father. Set in an upper middle class (read WASP) town outside of Boston, eleven-year-old Daley Amory watches her parents’ marriage falling apart. King really gets what it’s like to realize that your parents aren’t perfect and that they’re own troubles get in the way of being a parent. Even the mother has her own issues. It’s heart wrenching without being saccharine.

I love John Banville and I love Benjamin Black. They’re so different but so much the same. How interesting that they’re the same person! I read Elegy for April, Banville’s third crime novel set in 1950s Dublin in one clip. Quirke is fresh out of rehab and trying to forge a relationship with his daughter Phoebe. When she comes to him worried about a friend gone missing–the April of the title–he takes it upon himself to investigate. As the story unfolds, secrets come unburied and relationships change, as they do in Black’s series. Particularly appealing are the descriptions of Quirke learning to drive.

And finally I finished reading The Three Weissmans of Westport by Cathleen Schine. It’s been sitting on my shelf, with only 10 pages read, for months. I’ll admit when I first read the description, I thought “not my cup of tea”, but I was pleasantly surprised. Ignore all of the modern day Jewish Jane Austen stuff and just read it for what it is, a novel about a mother and her daughters going through a rough patch. Their decision to move in together is not one I would choose, but it’s a clever way to make the story more interesting. Schine excels with the descriptions of the various characters’ inner lives.

More Pasta Adventures

How do the old Italian grannies know how to do this kind of stuff? There’s no special trick to it, just years and years of practice. They say that in some small towns, mothers would judge a potential daughter-in-law based on whether she had a good callus on her thumb. Work with pasta that long, you’re bound to get better at it. But there’s a lot of trial and a lot of errors.

For example.

This was our second attempt at trenette, the Genoese pasta traditionally served with potatoes, green beans, and pesto. Based on Giuliano Bugiali’s instructions, we’d adjusted our dough to include a mix of whole wheat and 00 white flours, rolled it thinner than last time, and gotten a crinkled roller to cut just one side of each noodle. We also decreased the amount of garlic in our pesto, which we made with basil from our porch.

It was hot and humid in our kitchen, so even sprinkled liberally with semolina, the ultra-thin noodles stuck together when piled in little nests. We hung them to rest on wire coat hangers instead, which worked pretty well. We cut up potatoes and green beans from our farm share, and boiled an enormous pot of salted water. The potatoes took about six minutes to cook. The green beans took about two minutes. We figured the pasta would take one or two.

Being that thin and that fresh, they took about thirty seconds to cook. And removing each strand of pasta off a coat hanger and putting it into the water took more than a minute. In other words, after an entire afternoon of cooking, we had mushy pasta.

Delicious, perfectly-sauced, mushy pasta.

Another thirty or sixty years of practice and we’ll wonder how anyone could find this difficult.

Advice to Authors

Here is a bit of advice: When we’re selling your at an event for you, don’t try to convince customers to buy the book by selling them from your own stash. At a discount. In front of us. Not cool. That might get you immediately banned from our shelves.

Portland, Maine: A Reader’s Paradise

I spent Saturday and Sunday up in Portland, Maine. Besides having some really fantastic food (Po’ Boys & Pickles has some of the best pulled pork outside of the South and Local 188’s brunch kicked ass), Portland has some really nice book stores.

I visited Rabelais on Middle Street, which is dedicated to books on food & drink. Paradise! I was eager to see what they had in the way of books on pasta. As I’ve mentioned before, there seems to be scant information on pasta making. I ended up buying two books with some chapters on making various shapes and types of pasta: Bugialli on Pasta by Giuliano Bugialli and The Splendid Table by Lynne Rosetto Kasper. I spent some time yesterday afternoon reading through some of it and there’s lots of great information.

While trying to find Longfellow Books on Monument Way, I ended up in Cunningham Books in Monument Square. The owner says this happens often. I also stumbled into a used book store on Congress street, but can’t remember the name! All I know is that there’s a giant bigfoot model to the right when you walk into the place. [Editor: Mr. Bookdwarf says that the place is Green Hand Books. Thanks!]

I can’t wait to get back up to Portland, both to eat and to find more books!

More Pasta Making Adventures

 Trenette Genovese

Trenette Genovese

I’m on a quest to make all of the different types of pasta that I can at home. Coincidentally one of my favorite summer dishes is Trenette Genovese that I discovered in Mario’s Molto Italiano a few years back; it’s a Ligurian dish of pasta, pesto, potatoes, and green beans. Already having made some pesto earlier in the week, I had at hand some small potatoes from my farm share and thought I had some snap peas from the farmers market to subsitute for the green beans. Turns out they were shelling peas! Oh well, I used them anyway with good results. I ended up with the alliterative dish of Pasta with Pesto, Peas, and Potatoes.

I’m discovering that there is not a lot of information on how to make various types of pasta. Pasta dough recipes flourish, but instructions on making the shapes are elusive. Trenette is a narrow flat pasta similar to linguine. I decided to try my hand at hand cut noodles. After making the dough by hand and letting it rest, I used the Kitchen Aid attachment to roll out the dough to pretty thin sheets. I dusted them generously with semolina and folded them loosely before cutting into strips with my largest knife. The trick was not letting the humid kitchen make the dough stick together.

Then it was a simple matter of boiling the water and throwing in the potatoes first. I decided it would be simpler to boil everything together. I waited until the potatoes were close to done, threw in the pasta for a minute or two and added the peas, which just needed a minute themselves. Drained it all and added pesto and of course some parmesan on top. The picture above is of the finished dish. It was delicious last night and tasted great served cold for my lunch today!