Okay, so I've mentioned before that I'm a bit of a procrastinator at times, right? Well, case in point: these mini cakes. Can you take a guess how long ago I made them? Ten months ago. Uhhhh, yeah. I made them in February. So, why in the world am I just getting around to sharing them now?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Things come up. Photos and ideas "in draft" get pushed back further and further. So, every now and again, I have to pull up all of my drafts and see if there is anything that I really want to share after such a long period of time. Some people may say that if a month or two has gone by, it's not really worth it. I'm not one of those people.
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Friday, December 27, 2013
"Green Fairy" Cakes
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Skellig Biscuit Apple Cobbler
Trying to eat cheese with apple pie cost me the tip of my finger. But I've told you that story before, so I won't make you listen to it again. I just wanted to stress the point that eating cheese with your apples is worth a little pain and suffering.
It just so happens to be apple season. So, you may be able to guess what went through my mind when I opened up a box to find three glorious packages of Skellig, a sweet, yet still pleasantly tangy Cheddar from Kerrygold. Yes, apples and cheese were on the menu.
It just so happens to be apple season. So, you may be able to guess what went through my mind when I opened up a box to find three glorious packages of Skellig, a sweet, yet still pleasantly tangy Cheddar from Kerrygold. Yes, apples and cheese were on the menu.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Cashel Blue & Hazelnut Shortbread
I have been nibbling on a wheel of Irish Cashel Blue cheese for a couple of weeks now. It's creamy, almost buttery texture, and it's delicate, green Roqefortii-veins have a way of beckoning me to snag a crumble and let it melt into a primal, musky puddle on my tongue.
Much to the chagrin of the other inhabitants of my home. Aka, the family. The only ones in my house whose senses trill at the presence of blue cheese are me ...and the cat.
But that's not all bad. That means that I wasn't batting off advances toward my wheel of Cashel Blue as I tossed around recipe ideas and commenced testing. Mine. All mine. Though in all honesty, it would be nice to share.
Much to the chagrin of the other inhabitants of my home. Aka, the family. The only ones in my house whose senses trill at the presence of blue cheese are me ...and the cat.
But that's not all bad. That means that I wasn't batting off advances toward my wheel of Cashel Blue as I tossed around recipe ideas and commenced testing. Mine. All mine. Though in all honesty, it would be nice to share.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Oxtail Ragú over 4-Cheese Macaroni
Although it is officially Spring, you'd never be able to tell it by the snow boots still strewn all over our entryway. Instead of witnessing quiet birds huddled together in the tree in my front yard, I want to hear a raucous racket of tweets and chirps that won't let me sleep! I want to see tender green shoots with buds emerging from the ground, as opposed to those brittle remains of the last time we didn't have to pull on hats and gloves when we walked out the front door.
Phil lied. I always knew he was unreliable.
So, it's with visions of Spring cleaning (really) in my head, I'm balancing bouts of cabin fever with a few last hurrahs of hunkering down with comfort food. I know it shouldn't be stick-to-your-ribs meal time anymore. I do. However, I find braised meat that is not only pull-apart tender, but rich and warm like a blanket, enough to make me enjoy this still-frigid weather. Winter's final hurrah, if you will.
But don't tell Phil I said that. I'm still not talking to him.

notes:
And by Phil, I mean that lying groundhog.
Phil lied. I always knew he was unreliable.
So, it's with visions of Spring cleaning (really) in my head, I'm balancing bouts of cabin fever with a few last hurrahs of hunkering down with comfort food. I know it shouldn't be stick-to-your-ribs meal time anymore. I do. However, I find braised meat that is not only pull-apart tender, but rich and warm like a blanket, enough to make me enjoy this still-frigid weather. Winter's final hurrah, if you will.
But don't tell Phil I said that. I'm still not talking to him.
Oxtail Ragú over 4-Cheese Macaroni
by Heather Schmitt-González
Prep Time: 30 minutes (includes meat-pull
Cook Time: ~2½ hours
Keywords: braised entree beef cheese pasta oxtails
Ingredients (serves 8-10)
- 3 lbs. oxtails, 2-inch sections
- kosher salt
- freshly ground black pepper
- 2 Tbs. olive, corn, or vegetable oil
- ~1 c. all-purpose flour, for dredging
- 3 small onions, thinly sliced
- 4 cloves garlic, peeled & smashed
- 1 small carrot, carrot
- 1 sprig fresh thyme
- 1 bay leaf
- 2 c. red wine
- 2 c. Pomì strained tomatoes
- 3 c. beef stock or broth
- 1 lb. cavatappi
- 3 Tbs. unsalted butter
- 3 Tbs. all-purpose flour
- 2 c. whole milk
- ¼ tsp. salt
- ¼ tsp. ground white pepper
- 18 oz. shredded white cheese (I used a mixture of Aged Irish Cheddar, Dubliner, Gouda, and Swiss)
- fresh parsley, chopped
Instructions
making the oxtail ragu:
Preheat oven to 375° F.
Trim any excess fat from oxtails and season liberally with salt and pepper. Dredge them in flour. Heat oil in a Dutch oven over high heat until it is very, very hot. Add prepared oxtails and sear them on all sides until browned, ~8-10 minutes. Remove to a plate and set aside. Drain all but one tablespoon of grease from the pot and return to heat.
Add onions to same pot, stirring almost constantly, until browned, ~5-7 mins. Add garlic, carrot, and herbs to the pot and saute for another 5 minutes. Add wine and let bubble for about 1 minute. Add the Pomì tomatoes and the beef stock and bring to a boil; let bubble for 5-10 minutes before carefully adding the oxtails to the pot. Cover and slide into preheated oven for 1½-2 hours, or until meat is falling off bone.
Remove pot from oven and carefully remove oxtails to a bowl or plate. When cool enough to handle, remove meat from bones and shred into small pieces with a fork. Also remove the thyme sprigs and bay leaf at this point.
Discard the bones (or save for another purpose, if you wish. I give mine to my husband and he gets ridiculously giddy).
Skim the fat from the surface of the sauce, and then return the shredded meat to the pot. At this point, you should have a very thick ragú. If by chance it is not thick, set over medium heat and reduce until thick. Taste and adjust seasoning, as needed.
Serve over 4-Cheese Macaroni, sprinkled with parsley.
making the Macaroni and Cheese
When the ragu is almost ready to come out of the oven, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Drop in the cavatappi and boil for 8 minutes.
In the meantime, melt the butter in a pan over medium heat and whisk in the flour to form a roux; cook for 1 minute. Whisk in the milk, salt, and white pepper until smooth and bring just to the simmer. Let bubble until thick and then turn off heat. Whisk in the cheeses until melted.
Drain the cavatappi and toss with the cheese sauce. Serve immediately with the oxtail ragu over the top.
Refrigerate leftovers tightly covered for up to 3 days.
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I received two free cartons of Pomì Tomatoes for tasting purposes. All opinions stated in this post are my own.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Irish Cheddar Whiskey Fondue
{Close your eyes.} Wait. Don't close your eyes. Read this and imagine closing your eyes. Envision my words in a soothing, transportive (totally a word) voice.
Picture, if you will, a bright, snowy day. You've just donned your avocado-green ski suit. You know the one. It has sunset yellow and burnt sienna stripes across the breast. You even bought special ski boots, a hat, and gloves to match those stripes. Your chunky, white goggles are poised across your hat, on your forehead and your cheeks are bright pink from the winter air.
Fast forward two or three hours and many rides up the lift. Your last trip down the slope, you feel a pull towards the belly of that lodge burning warm and glowing from within. You set your skis by the door and strip down to cozy leggings, an over-sized turtleneck sweater, and warm, fuzzy slipper-boots.
Picture, if you will, a bright, snowy day. You've just donned your avocado-green ski suit. You know the one. It has sunset yellow and burnt sienna stripes across the breast. You even bought special ski boots, a hat, and gloves to match those stripes. Your chunky, white goggles are poised across your hat, on your forehead and your cheeks are bright pink from the winter air.
Fast forward two or three hours and many rides up the lift. Your last trip down the slope, you feel a pull towards the belly of that lodge burning warm and glowing from within. You set your skis by the door and strip down to cozy leggings, an over-sized turtleneck sweater, and warm, fuzzy slipper-boots.
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