For anyone who’s read the Maggie Newberry Mystery books, it should be clear that food, the preparation of it, and the consuming of it, is a big deal to me. Not surprisingly, my culinary leaning is toward the French side, specifically, Mediterranean, and uncomplicated as opposed to multi-step, multi-layered recipes. I hope you find something here to try. I promise you it will be delicious, good for you, and easy to whip up. What more can you ask from food?
I love this tomato tart. First, it’s easy to make but, even better, the tomatoes don’t have to be stellar. I have a million recipes for tomato dishes and since the season isn’t all that long, I have to improvise. This is an improvisation that does not taste like a compromise. C’est simplement:
Preheat your oven to 450 degrees. In a 9-inch springform pan, toss 2 cups fresh breadcrumbs with 1/4-cup olive oil and press into bottom to form the crust. In a bowl, whisk 1-cup whole milk ricotta (don’t use skim, live a little) with 1/2-cup grated Parmesan, 2 large eggs and 2-TBs chopped fresh basil. Salt and pepper it all and spread this batter over the crust. On top, arrange 1-1/2 lbs thinly sliced tomatoes. Brush with olive oil and bake until tomatoes are nearly dry, about 40 min. Let it cool, unmold. Serve warm or room temperature.
Tomato Eggplant Gratin
My family is addicted to this dish and I make it ALL the time. I make it so much because you don’t need great tomatoes to make it work, because you can use it as a relish on any kind of meat or fish or as the hero on all-veggie plate and because it’s good for you. Oh. Did I mention it’s so delicious you’ll weep with pleasure? Well, that too.
Here we go…a little more time-intensive than anything else I do but worth it. Make a bunch so you can eat it all week long on everything. You’ll need:
First. Slice a large (or two) eggplant diagonally into 1/2-inch slices. Salt them and leave them to sweat. Thirty minutes later, rinse and blot with a paper towel. Set up two large frying pans (you can use one but learn from my many years of doing this–have two pans going at once so you’re not in the kitchen all afternoon.) Coat the bottoms of the hot pans with olive oil and fry up your eggplant slices. You want them golden so watch ’em closely and turn with tongs. Meanwhile, combine 1/2-cup grated Parmesan, 2 tsps fresh oregano, 4 minced garlic cloves (I use about ten but my family’s mad for garlic) and set aside. Slice up tomatoes (you can use plum tomatoes if you want) in about 1/4-inch slices. Once the eggplant is done (you’ll be removing the done ones to a pan or paper towel as you go along), arrange the eggplant and tomato slices in alternating rows in a gratin that’s been coated with cooking spray. Spoon the garlic cheese mixture between the slices and bake covered for an hour at 375 degrees. Pull off the cover and bake an additional 10 minutes. Then, get ready to die happy.
Okay, now I fear I’m coming very close to being considered a veritable font of hyperbole and exaggeration so I worry that you won’t believe me when I tell you that the addition of this one single side dish to your life will absolutely change you and your world for the better. Guaranteed. Irrevocably. Aioli is rivaled only by truffles and foie gras for being the most exquisite thing you can put in your mouth (and nobody has to die from an exploding liver in the process. Win win.) It has only three ingredients: olive oil, garlic and an egg. It is so sublime in its simplicity that you will be shocked to discover it is extremely difficult to make. I, for one, have never mastered it. My husband, thankfully, has. Either learn how to do it or marry you someone who can do it. It’s important. Aioli is magic on anything. The French dollop it on toasted bread and float it in their soups. They drop it on fish, veggies, meat, egg dishes–you name it, it makes everything better. If all this weren’t enough, it has healing powers. I kid you not. In our house, if someone has a sore throat coming on, my husband drags out the mortar and pestle and begins the process of making them well (and delighting the rest of us in the bargain.) Whether it’s the garlic or the wonderful taste, I can’t say (my husband says it’s the garlic), but it works, I swear and you can ask anyone I almost hardly ever, like never, swear, normally. Ever.
To try to make it yourself, take a room-temperature egg and set aside. Using the mortar and pestle, pound 3 peeled garlic cloves to mush. Add in the egg yolk (NOT the white) and then the olive oil–drop by drop–until the stuff emulsifies. At this point, my husband switches to a food processor, scraping it into the processor and drop-drop-drop-dropping the oil thru the little funnel thingy. You can go a little faster at this point in the oil-pouring but be forewarned: pour too much oil in and the whole thing “breaks” and you’re left with watery eggy oil. I’m told it can still be rescued at this point if it does break but it usually involves another egg yolk (you did bring two out, didn’t you?) and more tedious drop by dropping. Mind you, it’s worth it. Or, you could just go to YouTube and watch the videos of the masters do it. It didn’t help me but hopefully it will with you.
Trust me, if you can get it to work–it’s life-changing in its awesomeness.
Obviously I must have a thing for tomatoes. I never realized before how large they figure in so many of my favorite dishes! This dish is, like the others, amazingly simple and also very delicious. And beautiful. My recipe is more an assembly than an actual recipe. Arrange the ingredients as you like and serve. Voila! Use only ripe, perfect big red tomatoes. A ball of mozzarella, sliced in thickness to match how you slice the tomatoes. Lettuce or greenery of some kind for it all to sit on. Salsa verdeto drizzle over the top and dot a few capers on, too.
Salsa verde: blend coarsely chopped cilantro and parsley (no stems!) Pulse in processor, add a cup or so of extra virgin olive oil and salt to taste. I actually use salsa verde instead of mayonnaise when I’m making tomato/bacon sandwiches. Experiment with it. Very fresh tasting. Very lush.
Nigella’s Killer Brownies
No way Maggie could live without chocolate! And Laurent understands that, of course. These are the ultimate brownies. The recipe is Nigella Lawson’s. They are so rich, you’ll only be able to make them once every year or so, but the memory and new heights of your culinary fame will reach far beyond your lifetime.
- 3 sticks plus 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 12 ounces best-quality bittersweet chocolate
- 6 eggs
- 1 3/4 cups superfine sugar
- 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract
- 1 1/2 cups plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup white chocolate buttons, chips, or morsels
- 1/2 cup semisweet chocolate buttons, chips or morsels
- Approximately 2 teaspoons confectioners’ sugar, for garnish
- Special equipment: Baking tin (approximately 11 1/4 inches by 9 inches by 2 inches), sides and base lined with baking parchment.
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F
Melt the butter and dark chocolate together in a large heavy based pan over a low heat.
In a bowl or large measuring jug, beat the eggs together with the superfine sugar and vanilla extract.
Allow the chocolate mixture to cool a little, then add the egg and sugar mixture and beat well. Fold in the flour and salt. Then stir in the white chocolate buttons or chips, and the semisweet chocolate buttons or chips. Beat to combine then scrape and pour the brownie mixture into the prepared tin.
Bake for about 25 minutes. You can see when the brownies are ready because the top dries to a slightly paler brown speckle, while the middle remains dark, dense and gooey. Even with such a big batch you do need to keep checking on it: the difference between gooey brownies and dry ones is only a few minutes. Remember, too, that they will continue to cook as they cool.
To serve, cut into squares while still warm and pile up on a large plate, sprinkling with confectioners’ sugar pushed with a teaspoon through a small sieve.
Note: I call ’em “Killer” because they are seriously chocolatey and dense–not cakey, not fudgy. My twelve year-old son once ate one and claimed his throat started to close up. So. Let the kiddies have the Duncan Hines. These are seriously grown up brownies for serious chocolate-lovers.
Laurent’s other recipes include:
Stuffed peppers or légumes farcis
3 thoughts on “Laurent’s Pantry”
Finding recipes that can easily be adapted for one person is difficult. Laurent’s Tomato Tart fit the bill perfectly, plus, it was delicious!
Since I started reading the Maggie Newberry series, I’ve been nudged into trying lots of new dishes mentioned in the books. I know most people read books and promptly forget them, but for me, they’ve been a terrific kick in the posterior since I lost my husband three years ago. With that said, there are times I want to kick Maggie in the posterior for putting her relationship with Laurent in danger occasionally. Still, I love the books (and recipe mentions) and look forward to the next.
Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying the recipes! I love these dishes and make them ALL the time. I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. I’m sure that’s a terrible adjustment and I hope you’re surrounded by family. I know it’s maddening to have Maggie and Laurent miscommunicate as much as they do but as I keep telling my husband: “There has to be conflict to keep it interesting!” (What works in fiction is not usually the best thing in real life. Haha.) Anyway, thanks for writing me and I’m glad you’re enjoying the stories. Take care!
Thank you so much for responding and your kind words.
Of course there has to be conflict especially between the two main protagonists. Otherwise, readers would not become invested in their story. But just once, I’d love to see Maggie truly appreciate all Laurent does for her and their family. Sometimes there are glimmers, but I’m still left yearning for her to show him how much she truly cares.
Maybe I was just lucky in my 35 years of marriage, but we each took time to show each other in small ways how much we cared. Leaving work and finding a silk rose on the dashboard of my newly washed and waxed vehicle. Filling the pantry with balloons on my husband’s birthday. A fresh cup of tea waiting for me in the morning. Love notes in his lunch box. Taking over all the Christmas preparations, dinner and cookie baking the year I broke my ankle. Finding the goofiest, most perverted cards for all occasions–on both our parts. Letting me sleep late and getting the kids off to school. Changing the oil in his car when he couldn’t get down on the ground to do it himself.
I see Laurent do this frequently, but rarely do I see Maggie reciprocate. Guess I’m just getting sentimental in my old age. Or as an English friend says, mushy American!
Don’t get me wrong. I adore Maggie’s tenacity and loyalty, but perhaps it’s time to let her grow a bit more?
You don’t have to respond. As a wife, mom and professional writer I know you are extremely busy.