
As you might remember, I try to plan my weekly menu so I don’t have to worry about what’s for dinner at 4:40 every day. Some weeks the plan materializes easily, based on my cravings, and some weeks it is more challenging. This past week I need a little inspiration so I got out a cookbook or two and started to browse around the internet.
Somehow, I found myself in the Recipes for Health section of the New York Times. They have a list of healthy ingredients that you can click and find a list of recipes that feature that ingredient. I am having a small crush on chickpeas lately so there I clicked, and what I found was Puree of Chickpea Soup. This sounded like a perfect mid-week, winter dinner, something I could start ahead and have ready when Adelaide returned from modern dance class tired and hungry. I paired it with a loaf of crusty no-knead bread (thank you Jim Lahey!!) and some kale with garlic and roasted peppers.
Of course, with all new culinary adventures, we hold off on our praise until it passes the dinner/diner test. This one, happily a keeper! Smooth and warm with hints of cumin and coriander. The drizzle of oil and spritz of lemon finish it off beautifully!
My only wish is that I had made a double batch!
Puree of Chickpea Soup
1/2 pound chickpeas (about 1 1/8 cups), washed and picked over
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
1/2 medium size red onion, chopped
2 to 3 large garlic cloves, green shoots removed, minced
1 teaspoon cumin seeds, ground
1/2 teaspoon coriander seeds, ground
Salt to taste
2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice, plus additional for drizzling
Chopped fresh mint for garnish
1. Soak the chickpeas in 1 quart water for six hours or overnight. Drain.
2. Heat 1 tablespoon of the olive oil over medium heat in a large, heavy soup pot or Dutch oven. Add the onion. Cook, stirring, until tender, about five minutes. Stir in the garlic, spices and a generous pinch of salt. Cook, stirring, for about a minute, until the mixture is fragrant. Add the chickpeas and 6 cups water. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat and simmer one hour. Add salt to taste (about 1 teaspoon) and continue to simmer for another 30 minutes to an hour. The beans should be very tender.
3. Puree the soup in a blender (in small batches, covering the top with a dish towel to avoid hot splashes) or with an immersion blender until smooth. Put through a strainer for a very smooth texture, pushing it through with the bottom of a ladle or a spatula. Return to the pot, and heat through, stirring the bottom and sides of the pot so that the puree doesn’t stick. Stir in the remaining tablespoon of olive oil and the lemon juice. Taste and adjust seasonings.
4. Serve, garnishing each bowl with a few drops of olive oil or lemon juice if desired and a sprinkle of chopped fresh mint.
Yield: Serves four.
Advance preparation: The soup will keep for a few days in the refrigerator. Stir well when you reheat.

Wow, is it just me or is the summer flying by? Since I have last posted (ashamedly 2 months!) two things are different in my life, Adelaide is home every day (school break) and I have gone back to the restaurant business (desperate times, desperate measures!). These two things combined make for little time for blogging but that does not mean I haven’t been cooking!!

It’s ten thirty PM and my house is awash with the smell of sizzling bacon and citronella. What? Yes, it is true, I am frying bacon at 10:30 while my crusts rest for another half an hour before I assemble the quiche for tomorrow’s 3rd grade class breakfast. This class breakfast is a perfect example of what I feel ails America, why we have shows like The Biggest Loser, here is what has been volunteered for the breakfast of eight and nine year olds…bagels,doughnuts, cake and fruit. I am not going to preach here, people are going to do what they will but I am going to make quiche as a matter of fact I am going to make two one for the lovers of the bacon and one for the others and Adelaide will eat a slice along with her doughnut and fruit and so will I.
I come from a family of five children. The ladies, of which there are three, all live in NYC albeit in three different boroughs, the two gents hit the road and landed in Florida. Although the sisters live within a train ride of each other, it is hard to get us in the same place at the same time. The other day I decided enough was enough, it was time for a Sister Supper.


There is something about warmer weather that makes me want something in my hand that I can sip through a straw. I am a big fan of iced coffee and the chocolate milkshake but for obvious reasons these can not be my only choices, I must diversify.
Spring Sipper #2
As I was marching to the bank today the last thing on my mind was dinner, ok that is a little bit of a lie since dinner is never really far from my mind, but it was pushed pretty far back. Anyway, I was on my way to the bank when I found myself smack dab in the middle of the Union Square Farmer’s Market. I was not prepared for what I beheld. Flowers in full bloom, yes, potted herbs looking all lush and succulent, sure, but then I rounded the corner and KA POW!! a whole table full of strawberries! Strawberries red and warm from the sun, smelling like cotton candy but even better, and right next to these delicate, delicious creature? Straight stalks of pink and green rhubarb. Right there, on the spot dinner was already decided, or at least dessert.
laced with one crushed garlic clove, cracked black pepper and a sprig of rosemary, leaves removed and chopped. I dredged each chop in the oil and stacked them up to soak up the deliciousness as well as come to room temperature to assure quick and even cooking when they hit the pan.
There is something so special about eating outside. I can remember countless freezing mornings driving to school cursing my life, with wet hair and a backpack of not quite finished homework, the only saving grace was the toasted onion bagel slathered with butter on the passenger seat of my car. The cold winter air gave my nose a clean slate to absorb all the aromas of the toasted, buttery bread, so delicious. I think all outdoor eating hold the same charm. The kitchen and its array of cooking smells is left behind and you can experience your food with a fresh palate, things just seem to taste better.