tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39123559297931423932012-01-26T11:36:49.256-05:00Eating, Drinking and Sucking the Marrow Out of LifeKate Lowtherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18025610301136673000noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912355929793142393.post-80774333278584055262011-10-19T21:12:00.000-04:002011-10-19T21:12:01.388-04:00

In the last week of September, I had the privilege of visiting my oldest friend in her new home - San Francisco. Sandy and I became friends in the 5th grade, in that awkward horror that is middle school. We were each other's port in an uncertain, head-geared storm. Sandy has been a port in the storm for me ever since. But life happens, and alas, adults with jobs do not get to spend hours

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On August 18th, I had the good fortune to experience Outstanding in the Field, a dream come true for any foodie. A ticket to this unique event will buy you a beautiful evening at a local farm, or in this case, a vineyard; a full belly courtesy of a local chef; a challenged liver, courtesy of said host vineyard and a local brewer; and delicious memories that you'll want to savor again

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Back in our early 20’s, my friend Stacey and I would go out for drinks, believing ourselves to be both the coolest and hottest girls that ever were. We would put on our “going out” get-ups and order Cosmopolitans and bask in the knowledge that we would never be wiser or more worldly than we were at that moment. (Hey, we all go through it.) Too cool for school... Our wallets were pretty

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On Friday, I was going to a girlfriend's house for wine and girl time and was looking for a morsel as tasty as the gossip would be. And I was feeling decadent... this is not new for me. An extensive cruise through the interweb lead me to this little gem from Bon Appetit. Crostini with Figs, Robiola Cheese and Pistachio Oil First, I must apologize for the agressive "brownness" of my

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A pasta craving does not go away until it is fed. And I have some mean pasta cravings. Last week when the pasta monster came to call, I was in a distinctly non-grocery-shopped state. So I improvised with the packaged ravioli I had in the fridge and some other scrounged ingredients and got a result worth blogging about. I even repeated the effort for dinner guests shortly after. Here it is.

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 Chez Coquette has moved! As charming as our old place was in its advanced age, it left a few modern conveniences to be desired. And so we packed up countless boxes of belongings and hit the road… exactly 12 blocks. I’m sure you can be with me on this fact: a new place to live changes your whole outlook. Seven years of same-old was a distant memory and I was intoxicated by the shiny

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Well, it’s entirely possible that I simply don’t have the discipline to be a blogger. But I’ve missed it! And I thank you for joining me back here at a whim. Here are a few things I’ve been up to since I’ve been away. Finishing up school for the summer with Baking & Pastry...   Top: Chocolate and rum lava cake with mango coconut ice cream in a coconut cup Bottom: Peanut butter creme br

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I'm not going to lie. I'm tired! Today was my third day in a row of waking up at 5:30 to go to they gym before work, which is great. I feel really good about that. But I'm dragging a little. 8PM bedtime, anyone? Yesterday I decided on something I wanted to add to my experiment: try being nicer. It's not that I'm mean per se, I can just be impatient - a typical New Englander quality. I'm working

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Well. This is serious business. My day began at 5:30 when I woke up without using the snooze button to get ready for 6AM spinning. Before I left, I made my bed and straightened around the house. Keep the house immaculate: Check Go to the gym five days a week: 1/5 Check I was three quarters of the way to work when I remembered that keeping up with the news was one of my goals. Switched the

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“Should” “Shouldn’t” Do you ever notice how often those words slip from your lips? Lately, I’ve been noticing that I ignore “shoulds” and “shouldn’ts” a lot. With work, culinary school, family and friends, I have a busy schedule and often I find myself letting go of the things I “should” be doing just to get a few blissful moments of peace with a glass of wine and my DVR.   But is that

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... a lifetime on the... well, you know what they say. Last Sunday I began Introduction to Baking & Pastry. I walked in thinking I had it in the bag - I bake all the time at home. In actuality, I had to relearn how to measure. Cups and teaspoons do not exist here. I learned to use a baker's scale to measure in pounds and ounces. Once I got the hang of it, it was quite fun. But the

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Fall is my favorite season. I love everything about it, from the tights and boots to the farmers' markets to the fabulous comfort food. This fall, my favorite comfort food has been coming from Pam Anderson's new cookbook, Perfect One Dish Dinners. Recently, I tried Pam's chicken potpie with green apples and cheddar biscuits. This was an enormous hit. John had 3 servings and my friend

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Late Sunday afternoon, I had woken up from a delicious, after-beach nap, and was thinking about what to do for dinner. I did a quick check of Twitter and found my answer almost immediately. Someone mentioned stuffed peppers. That was it. I wanted stuffed peppers. Nothing else would do. Thank you @wenderly! Since I’ve never actually made stuffed peppers before, I was winging it for sure

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This weekend I found myself unexpectedly free. Some travel plans fell through, John was away working, and I didn’t have school or any other commitments. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to do (and eat) whatever I wanted. Bliss.   Breakfast for dinner anyone? Photo by Stacey Doyle Friday night, my partner in crime Stacey and I decided on breakfast for dinner: French toast,

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According to the calendar, I have 7 more Sundays sans culinary school. While I’ve been enjoying my summer holiday immensely, I’m also itching to get back into the groove of the kitchen and get back to my school friends. Also, I’m afraid I might suddenly forget the difference between a fond blanc and a fond brun, or forget the measurements of a brunoise cut, versus a macédoine, versus a

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Some nights, at some meals in particular, I become very aware of how lucky I am to appreciate amazing food and to live in Providence, where amazing food is so plentiful. I took not a single photo at dinner tonight. I was too busy enjoying the company of my dinner companions. Lack of photos notwithstanding, our meal at Chez Pascal was just about perfect. It is Restaurant Week here in

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It's funny what a difference a couple of days makes. The recipe that follows was created and committed to paper on Friday. Five days and about 1,000 degrees later, I can't even think about meatloaf. But maybe one of these days, the mercury will fall below 102, and a little comfort food will hit the spot. Here's hoping. If you’ve been hanging around The Coquettish Cook long enough, you

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It is the Fourth of July. I woke up bright-eyed and ready for breakfast at 7:30AM. There is nothing I love more than a leisurely Sunday morning with a big, lovingly made breakfast, a steaming hot cup of coffee and an episode of CBS Sunday Morning on the tube. And what says "Independence Day" better than fluffy pancakes with fresh fruit, real maple syrup and confectioners sugar? Well, bacon

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You’ll know it when you see the cow on the sidewalk. The cow will direct you into Harry’s Bar & Burger, at 121 North Main Street in Providence. Harry’s is the kind of place I’ve been looking for. I’ve said to friends countless times, “I just feel like a burger and a beer.” That’s what Harry’s is all about. That, and a good game of beer bingo. Slinging brews is Harrison Elkhay, affable

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I have to preface this post by saying that I’ve never before been the person I’m about to describe. In high school, when we had to dissect a pig, I was right in there, knee deep in formaldehyde, cutting away.   But last Sunday in Purchasing and Product Identification, I cried during the lobster demo. A totally unexpected reaction. In Stocks, Soups & Sauces I relieved a fish of its eyeballs

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The first commandment of blogging, they say, is “Ye shall blog often.” Also somewhere on that stone tablet is “Ye shall not whine about being too busy to blog.” But what can I say? Life happens. Sometimes a lot of it. So while we’re out experiencing it, we neglect to pontificate about it here on The Internets. Forgive me, for I have sinned.   But while I was “life-ing” instead of blogging,

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My Fabulous Team: Patti, Susan and Max Another class complete, another set of lessons learned. Nutrition & Sensory Analysis was by far my favorite class so far. And I swear to you, that is not because our instructing chef was… well, let’s call a spade a spade. He was a full on, 5 alarm hottie. I’ve never seen so many women in chef’s caps drooling on stainless steel tables before.   Ahem.

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Last night I made delicious and surprisingly hearty vegetarian quesadillas with a 5 color salsa. But we were so busy throwing the quesadillas down our gullets and washing them down with cold beers that I didn’t take a single photo. I still want you to know about this meal though, because it was incredibly healthy, filling, and even low fat. So. Pretend for a moment that we are not completely

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Quick dinner for myself: Flatbread with grilled chicken, monterey jack cheese, avocado and tomato. On the side, mango, blackbean and bell pepper relish. Easy, fast and sooo yum.

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Tonight I made a massive quantity of my beloved macaroni and cheese to serve at the Ronald McDonald House tomorrow. Since we weren't going to be able to eat the mac, I also heated up some pizza in the same oven. And then the most terrible / wonderful thing happened. Are we witnessing the magic of a new recipe being born?

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Image From http://www.veeveejp.com/ On Friday night I headed to the Boston area to have dinner and catch up with my oldest friend, who lives in Roslindale. Roslindale itself seems to be rather restaurant deficient, but fortunately, Jamaica Plain is restaurant-rich and right around the corner. We ended up at Vee Vee on Centre Street. Vee Vee describes itself on its website as a “new American

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When last we parted, I had started detailing a week's worth of menus made for The Pickiest Man Alive. The Wednesday of The Man's arrival, it was midnight stromboli. On Thursday we enjoyed a wonderful meal at Tini. Since I've reviewed Tini here before I won't get into too much detail, except to say that if you ever find yourself looking at the Blackbird Steak Sandwich on the menu, order 5.

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Have you ever noticed that sometimes it’s hardest to cook for those you love most? It’s true in my case. John, the man that warms my heart and curls my toes, is a very, VERY picky eater. His favorite foods are those involving cheese, beef or bread - preferably all 3 together. Don’t even think about trying to give him eggs or tomatoes, or anything squishy, multi-textured or slimy.   I have

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Yesterday I finished my second class at Johnson & Wales: Essentials of Dining Room. I learned so much from this class - enough to color every restaurant experience I have going forward. A sampling of the things I learned: Always, always, always mark for the course before bringing the course. "Marking" means bringing the appropriate flatware. I was terrible at this at first. I'd have to

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Last Saturday while John was in town, we met up with some of his friends and hit the venerable Nick's on Broadway. I had been to Nick's quite a while back for a delicious breakfast, before they moved. But I had yet to experience dinner there. I had no idea what I was in for. Foodgasms after the jump... Balvenie 21 It started with the scotch. Because my man is a former drinker, who now

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Last week, I Tweeted about how easy my crock pot Middle Eastern lamb stew was. I actually said that it was as easy as Elio’s Pizza was back in the day. Apparently, I struck a chord. Food bloggers, photographers and chefs alike Tweeted back about their fond memories of Elio’s. If you didn’t have Elio’s, a McCain product, I’m so sorry for you. Because it was delicious. There was nothing quite

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Veal Sweetbreads I’ve been remiss here. I’m finding that work and school and life are such a juggling act, that on the scale of priority, blogging tends to fall somewhere between flossing my teeth and organizing my sock drawer. But while I have minutes to spare, I had some thoughts on school. One culinary course down, a second course begun. I am officially in love. It doesn't hurt that I

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Bouquet Garnis in Leek Leaves Chicken Parts. Mmmm... A Whole Lot of Mirepoix In the Walk-In Bread and Wine at Lunch Creamed Pea and Mushroom Soup Spinach and Garlic Stuffed Lamb

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At tomorrow's class - providing it doesn't get snowed out - I have to turn in the first paper I've written in about a decade. I chose the topic of how the current state of the economy will effect food service trends for the coming year. What was different about writing this, as opposed to all of the other papers I've written is that it's actually a subject I care about. So I like to think that I

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Oh no, does anyone else see the resemblance? Anyway... One my favorite Food Network personalities is the Barefoot Contessa, Ina Garten. I love that she looks like she enjoys what she cooks (that’s a jab at you, Giada), I love that she uses high quality ingredients to elevate simple recipes, and I adore that the fruits of her labor are usually lovingly produced for a gaggle of gay men who in turn

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One of my favorite of all holiday traditions began about 3 years ago, I think at the suggestion of my friend Emily. She suggested that instead of gift giving, a small group of the ladies should take ourselves out for a really nice dinner. Year one, we went to Louis Fuller on the West Side. Year two, it was New Rivers, downtown. This year, the ladies descended upon Gracie's on Washington

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Courtesy of cityguides.msn.com Yesterday was my first day of class in my adult culinary degree program at Johnson & Wales University. I know you know, I've been talking about it endlessly - about the knives I would receive, the uniform... about taking the tour of the kitchens and being near tears because I just felt so strongly that that was where I was supposed to be. I arrived on

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At the beginning of this week, there's nothing I wanted more than some good old fashioned comfort food. And what fits the bill better than Mom's beef stew? While I did stray a little from my Mom's recipe, the wonderful, hearty, beefy spirit of the thing was still there. In fact, John said it was the best stew I had ever made. Holla! So what, you want details? I first have to warn you

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One week from today, I start the adult culinary degree program at Johnson & Wales University. For 2 years, I'll spend every Sunday in the kitchen at JWU, learning techniques, making mistakes and following my passion. I am unspeakably excited. Here's how I'm told it works. I'll arrive on campus at 7AM and go to lecture for 2 hours. At 9, I'll go to the kitchen, where my class works on lunch.

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Last night I had dinner guests, and I was looking for something easy, yet special to make for dessert. I got a great idea from Real Simple that I modified a little bit to take advantage of a great local treat. Chocolate Nut Bark with Matt's Candied Nuts First, I set up a double boiler with a pan of shallow water and a bowl to melt 8 ounces of Ghiradelli semi sweet chocolate.

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I picked up a few delicious ingredients from the Winter Farmer's Market yesterday to make sandwiches. I came home with a baguette from Olga's Cup & Saucer, Besto Pesto, Narragansett Creamery mozzerella and a couple of farm fresh tomatoes. I think I can skip the running dialog on this one! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go inhale my sandwich!

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Last Tuesday night, I had the opportunity to visit Miya's Sushi in New Haven, Connecticut during New Haven Restaurant Week. It was a two hour drive, but so worth it. New Haven's first sushi restaurant, chef Bun Lai's mother opened Miya's in 1982. But when you walk into Miya's today, it's clear you're in Bun's territory. If Miya's were a frat house, Bun Lai would be the president. If it were

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So this weekend, J was home from Alabama and I took some time off to be with him. We did lots of fun things, but one thing we did in abundance. The weekend was pretty much a four-day food orgy. What would you call that? A foorgy? Sadly, I was so buy shoveling yummies into my face that I didn't even once pull out my camera. How about that? It remains true that I am a lover of food first and a

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The Veterans' Day holiday afforded me the opportunity to stay home in my sweats and spend some time in the kitchen. These little babies are from Smitten Kitchen's recipe. Ready for more cookie porn?

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Well. Isn't that special. Blogger has decided that my photo, bio and other widgets would look better down at the bottom of my main page, underneath my posts. Thanks Blogger, for taking that liberty. Ack! Anyone know how to fix this delightful issue? Help me out and you get... Homemade Sweet Potato Fries! And I guess if you can't help me with Blogger, you should be able to make your own

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So I tried my luck at hand-made ravioli - pumpkin ravioli - for the very first time. There was much hype. I talked about it at work, I bragged to my friends, and oh, the humanity, I twitted the hell out of it. Alas, it was not perfect. I knew as I was progressing through the recipe that this dish might not be my greatest success, but I proceeded. Come dinner time, I set the plate in front of

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On Wednesday night, I got together with a couple of pals to carve pumpkins. I arrived armed with sharp knives, some Vosges bacon chocolate and a yummy mixture of sugar and spice to make those pumpkin seeds nice. As the ladies carved, I put myself in charge of pulling the seeds out of the pumpkin guts. By the way, I brought all of the pumpkin guts home and pureed it for use on Sunday -

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Growing up, your favorite vegetable was the brussel sprout, right? Right? Yeah, me either. In fact, one of my earliest childhood memories is of my mother burning brussel sprouts in the oven, and of me being so disturbed by the smell, I asked for a new family. Well, fortunately, I did not get the new family I asked for, but I certainly never approached a brussel sprout again. That is,

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Photo courtesy of Etsy's Scrumptulicious Shop I'm not usually in the habit of repurposing the blog posts of others, especially given that I just launched my own new blog. But I read about this woman's story on A Great Full Day, a blog I enjoy, and asked Lindsey, the author, for permission to re-blog to help spread the word about this amazing family. So today is Friday and for many that

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Photo respectfully borrowed from www.gcpvd.org Last spring, I visited Tini on Washington Street with my buddy Melina. As she can tell you, I did not have a good experience for a number of reasons: 1. It was during Lent. And given that Melina observes Lent, and Tini's tappas plates are meant to be shared, we had to avoid the meat. We ended up with some randoms that were not what I would

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Last weekend I escaped the city with my pal Stacey in favor of Center Ossipee, New Hampshire for a little R and R. We borrowed a coworker's house, which turned out to be a rounded treehouse, high above the other homes, overlooking a lake. We brought all of the provisions one could possibly need for a ladies weekend away, and proceeded to relax - Coquettish Cook style. On Friday night, we

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Photo by Stacey Doyle (http://www.staceydoylephotography.com/) Hey, nice to see you here! Thank you for visiting my brand new blog! I'm leaving Lowther, Rinse, Repeat behind for now. It was a terrific outlet for me to get my random thoughts down. But then I started to really develop my ideas for The Coquettish Cook and here we are! So this is where you can find me from now on. As usual,

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