Colorado food (and parenting) blogger Anne-Marie Nichols has honored this blog by making it her pick for “food blog of the week.” She wrote: “Claire has only been food blogging for a couple of months, but she covers the Colorado (especially Boulder) food scene better than any of the local papers.” Her site, This Mama Cooks, is one of my links, but I’d like to draw your attention to it. You’ll find it at http://mamarant.blogs.com/mamacooks/.
When I didn’t see Fort Collins-based Bingham Hill’s cheeses at the Boulder County Farmers’ Market this summer, I vaguely wondered why. Perhaps they outgrew the farmers’ market model for selling cheese at retail. Perhaps they had been bought out by a larger corporation, rather like Boulder’s Izze natural sparkling juices have been slurped up by Pepsi Cola. Perhaps they had succumbed to the belated after-effects of a production problem in 2003 that prompted a voluntary recall of a ton of their fabulous Rustic Blue Cheese. Eventually, I heard a rumor that Bingham Hill had closed, but I chose to ignore it. The “Nibbles” column in today’s Rocky Mountain News reminded me to look into this.
Alas, the rumor was true and Bingham Hill Cheese Co. is no more. The mom-and-pop cheesery (mom being Kristi Johnson and pop being Tom Johnson) was established in 1999 and quickly began winning accolades and cheese-competition awards. In fact, every one of the 20 artisan cheeses the Johnsons eventually made won some award or another. Dean & DeLuca put Bingham Hill into its prestigious Christmas catalog. Trader Joe’s became the biggest customer, buying up 50 percent of its production, and the cheesemaker struggled unsuccesfully to meet the Trader’s demand. As recently as 2005, Bingham Hill waltzed off with ten medals at the World Cheese Awards in London, bringing their half-decade medal haul in national and international cheese competitions to an astonishing 35.
Then, Bingham Hill’s problems mounted. Although the Johnsons expected to increase their production, Trader Joe’s stopped buying their products, and the landlord wanted the cheesery out in order to demolish the building and redevelop the site. The price of milk rose, and profitability fell. Wisconsin tried to entice the Johnsons to move Bingham Hill there, but Tom’s roots are in Colorado. Bingham Hill closed earlier this year, and as if to add insult to injury, the Johnsons contended that the Morning Fresh Cheese Co. made off with trade secrets from the closed Bingham Hill Cheese Co. I understand that Kristi returned to law practice, and Tom took a position as business manager of The Coloradoan, Fort Collins’s daily newspaper.
That leaves Fort Collins with two micro-cheeseries. MouCo Cheese Co. was started in 2001 by another couple, Birgit Halbreiter, whose father is a master cheesemaker in Germany, and Robert Poland, formerly fermentation manager for New Belgium beer. Morning Fresh Dairy, which the Johnsons alledged made off with their cheesemaking secrets, was established in 1894 and jumped on the artisanal cheese bandwagon in March 2006, when it introduced eight all-natural cheese.
Belatedly, I mourn the loss of Bingham Hill, both for the quality of their cheeses and for the Johnsons’ pioneering Colorado cheesemaking. And I am happy that we still have locally made artisanal cheese to enjoy.
The monthly potluck of the Boulder Media Women was yesterday evening. Thirty or 40 local writers, editors, designers and other media professionals gathered to chew the fat and chew on a lavish spread. The two hostesses, who provided beverages and a fabulous African stew (recipe, please!), had asked for guests to bring an “ethnic” dish. I originally wanted to make a Jamaican banana custard for dessert, but I didn’t have (and couldn’t get) five very ripe bananas. I decided that Italian was ethnic enough, so that’s what I made. Other BMWers were apparently of the same mind, because dishes included satisfying mix of dishes from many traditions, including quiche, cous-cous, a pasta dish or two, a couple of green salads, a silky bisque, a sweet potato dish, long Asian green beans and a fruit tart.
This fittata is equally good hot and at room temperature, and therefore is well suited to a potluck. I adapted the recipe from True Tuscan by Cesare Casella.
3 to 4 tbsp. olive oil, plus additional for drizzling on the frittata at the end
1 large or 1 1/2 medium onions, peeled and sliced thinly
1 to 2 tbsp. fresh herbs (marjoram, sage, thyme or other — individually or mixed), chopped
Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
6 large eggs (or 7 medium)
1 cup reduced-fat ricotta cheese
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Chopped fresh parsley
Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In an ovenproof skillet (I use cast iron) over medium heat, heat olive oil. Add onions, herbs, salt and pepper, and saute about 7 or 8 minutes, stirring occasionally, until onions are translucent and begin to brown slightly.
Meanwhile, in a bowl, combine eggs and both cheeses. Stir until smooth and homogeneous (the lowest speed on a hand mixer works well). Add egg-cheese mixture to the sauteed onions and stir to incorporate the eggs. Cook on the stovetop until the eggs begin to set. Run a knife around the edge of the frittata. Transfer skillet to the oven. Bake for 15 to 18 minutes, or until firm.
Remove from oven. Run a knife around the edge of the frittata. Place a serving plate over the skillet and turn the fritrata out. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with parsley. Serve immediately or at room temperature.
Serves 4 as an entree, 6 as an appetizer or whatever number at a potluck.
I’m not the only foodie in BMW. Mary Collette Rogers, author of Take Control of Your Kitchen, is teaching a collaborative, hands-on cooking class featuring “warming winter dishes” in North Boulder this coming Sunday (November 19 from 4:00 to 6:00 p.m.). The cost is only $10, including eating the dishes prepared in class. Since time is short, it’s probably best to phone in reservations; 303-730-8960.
Sterling-Rice’s client roster includes a number of food and beverage corporations (Nestle, Horizon Organic Dairy, Frito-Lay, Kraft, Kellogg’s Tropicana, Starbucks, Heinz, Quaker Oats, Fantastic Foods, Hellmans, Coors and Celestial Seasonings) and one of their top executives is culinary director Cathryn Olchowy (Johnson & Wales culinary grad and MBA holder), which makes it all the more remarkable that they took on a one-week, local restaurant festival.
Rosenberg made Sweet Potato Bisque (served in tall tall shot glasses), Sweet Potato Hash, Sweet Potato Corn Muffins, Sweet Potato Chipotle Gratin and Sweet Potato Souffle. The photo above shows him cutting the peeled sweet potatoes for his gratin (recipe below), which would be ideal for a Southwestern-themed Thanksgiving dinner for a crowd, but could easily be reduced for fewer people:
Sweet Potato Chipotle Gratin
1 large yellow onion
3 tbsp. butter
salt and pepper
5 pounds of sweet potatoes
1/2 can chipotles in adobo
1 pint heavy cream
1 cup Gruyere or other Swiss cheese, grated
1 cup fresh Parmesan cheese, grated
Peel and slice onion. In a saucepan over medium heat, melt butter and cook onions with a little salt and pepper until soft. Turn up heat and cook until onions begin to caramelize, being careful not to let them burn. Set aside. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Peel sweet potatoes. Using a mandolin or slicer (or sharp knife), cut potatoes into thin strips. Oil or grease the bottom of a two-inch-deep baking pan and place an even layer of potatoes on the bottom. The “pattern” resembles shingles. Sprinkle with a small amount of the cheeses, onions, salt and pepper, distributed evenly over the sweet potatoes. Repeat process, ending with a layer of potatoes. Press down with a spatula to even the layers. Pour cream over the potatoes and top with remaining cheese. Cover with foil, being careful not to permit the foil to touch the cheese. Bake for 45 minutes. Remove foil and bake for an additional 15 minutes or until the cheese is brown and bubbly. Remove from oven and pierce with a knife to make sure the potatoes are thoroughly cooked. Allow to rest before slicing; slice as you would a lasagna.
After we feasted on sweet potatoes, a group of us continued to celebrate. Sterling-Rice clients include Applebee’s and some other chain, but fortunately, we headed for Mateo, where we enjoyed the First Bite Boulder menu. See the Dining Diary on my website for a review.
An eyeball evaluation of First Bite Boulder gives it high marks. En route to Sterling-Rice’s offices and then to Mateo, I walked past a number of participating restaurants. While I didn’t see any out-the-door lines, most tables appeared occupied. And that was the whole idea.
Aji is Boulder’s newest South American restaurant
My husband and a friend an I took advantage of the great prices during the First Bite Boulder promotion to visit Aji Restaurant, a South American restaurant east of the Pearl Street Mall and a few blocks from our home. The food was wonderful, the portions ample and the price appealing. For a review, please go to my website’s Dining Diary.
Beyond our own satisfying meal, I have to sing the praises of cities and participating restaurateurs that team up to offer well-priced meals for a special week each year. Denver does a Restaurant Week each February, following the lead of such culinary meccas as San Francisco and Seattle. Whatever these promotional weeks are called and whenever they fall on the calendar, they provide an opportunity for diners to try places they haven’t been or to return to a favorite without running up a huge bill.
The Joy of Cooking, the first cookbook for many of us and a standby for foolproof recipes of all sorts, is celebrating its 75th birthday — if a book can have a birthday, that is. I have shelves full of cookbooks and cooking magazines, and one of my pleasures is riffling through them when I need a recipe for something. I find that I go in waves when it comes to finding recipes — specific ethic cookbooks aside. At one point, the first book I pulled off the shelf was one by James Beard. At other times, compendiums of a year’s worth of Sunset recipes or one of the hefty volumes with a collection of recipes from Gourmet. Still at other times, it was something by Julia Child. When I’m in a Mediterranean mode, I rely on one of books by Franco and Margaret Romagnoli or Martha Rose Schulman. I mark up my cookbooks and my recipes, noting the date that I made the changes, any modifications that I made and whether the dish was particularly good or disappointing.
One volume that I use over and over is my own compendium of clipped recipes that I have organized, cookbook-like, by category in a large ring binder. I spent all of yesterday at REI in Denver for a snowshoeing promotion (I have written two snowshoeing books). It was after 4:30 when I got home, and I still had to whip up something a dish for a potluck that started at 6:00. I paged through my trusty noteboook and found a chicken recipe that did not call for anything I did not have in the house.
I previously made it on Aug. 31, 1989, and if I could identify the magazine I clipped it from, I’d credit it here. The recipe follows with my slight modifications. The original calls for heavy cream; I used more marjoram than called for, and I sliced the chicken differently from the original, because I didn’t want to bring anything that needed a knife to a potluck. Preparing this dish took only about half-an-hour, making it the perfect busy-day dish.
Chicken with Sun-Dried Tomatoes
1 1/2 pounds skinless, boneless chicken breasts, trimmed
3 tbsp. unsalted butter
salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
1 large shallot, peeled and minced
1/2 cup white wine
2/3 cup half-and-half
1 tsp. dried marjoram (or fresh, if available)
1/3 cup coarsely chopped sundried tomatoes (I used jarred tomatoes, packed in oil, and drained them lightly)
Rinse chicken breasts and pat dry with paper towels. Cut chicken on the diagonal into about 1/2-inches slices. Cut longer slices in half. In a heavy skillet over moderately high heat, melt butter. When the foam subsides, add chicken pieces. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Saute over moderate heat, stirring occasionally to turn the chicken pieces until they are opaque on all sides (about 5 minutes). Remove the chicken with a slotted spoon. Add shallot and saute, stirring, about 1 minute until softened. Whisk in wine, cream and marjoram until blended and smooth. Stir in sun-dried tomatoes. Bring to boil, then reduce heat and cook, uncovered, for about 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Return the chicken to the pan and simmer gently, stirring occasionally, for 2 to 3 minutes. Serve.
Yield: If not making for a potluck where people tend to take a small portion of (almost) everything, I estimate that it would serve 6 as an entree, perhaps accompanied by rice or noodles.
When I was a kid growing up in Connecticut, my favorite treat place was the Ice Cream Parlor (or maybe Parlour) in Westport. This recreation of a Gay Nineties ice cream parlor had small marble tables, wire-back chairs, an old-fashioned soda fountain (that made free ice cream sundaes or banana splits for anyone with a birthday) and employees in old-style garb. The boys wore striped shirts, white pants, suspenders, straw boaters and, for a while, faux handlebar moustaches. The girls’ outfits were similar to square dancers’ dresses.
Powell’s Sweet Shoppe has now landed on Boulder’s Pearl Street Mall. There’s no sit-down eating, there’s gelato instead of Borden’s (or whatever the Ice Cream Parlor/Parlour dished up), and the staff isn’t costumed. But oh, that penny candy to tickle the kid in us all. Lollipops, dots, small candy bars (including half-forgtten retro brands), jellybeans and M&M’s in all sorts of colors, filled candies, animal-shaped candies, gum, Pez refills (and dispensers to put them in) and much more. There’s even fine chocolate in bars or by the piece for the grownup in us, but that’s not why I’d go there.
Powell’s is based in San Francisco, and while I’ll still support buy boxes of Belgian-style fine chocolates from Colorado-based Belvedere Chocolates a couple of blocks away when I need a gift for a chocoholic and Rocky Mountain Chocolates when I’m wandering by and want a small chocolate fix. But when I want something cheery and smile-provoking, or when I just want to get in touch with my inner sweet-toothed child, I’ll be heading to Powells.