Showing posts with label Life in general. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life in general. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The panna cotta principles


This started out as a column on making a foolproof dessert. However, after my third attempt and the growing realization that foolproof did not necessarily equal Johanna-proof, it turned into something slightly more philosophical.

I therefore present the Panna Cotta Principles, lessons this exercise in humility taught me about life and dessert.

Mind you, I’d never made panna cotta before, but I knew it was pretty easy. Most recipes I’d come across were fairly straightforward, but when I came across one that suggested some unique extra steps, I figured these would certainly add something extra to the dish. My first mistake.

Panna Cotta Principle #1: Simpler is better. Contrary to popular belief (and Facebook status options), life and relationships don’t have to be all that complicated. It’s people who like to complicate things for a variety of reasons, including our penchant for drama and as my experience would indicate, the belief that if it’s complicated, it must be better.

Well, it wasn’t. Even after hours in the fridge, my panna cotta with the extra complication simply refused to gel, insisting instead on remaining in a state of white, creamy puddliness.

Which brings me to Panna Cotta Principle #2: Choose whom you trust. As I muddled (puddled?) through this disastrous recipe, I wondered if the only reason for the extra steps was to guarantee failure.

There was a time when I would have thought this a ridiculous proposition, but when polling friends and acquaintances about what they would do when they didn’t want to share a recipe, I was surprised to find out how many would give one with deliberate errors or omissions in it.

Recipes can fail for many reasons, such as user error, variations in the brands of ingredients, and even the appliances used.  However, some people give out recipes that are doomed to fail from the start.

It turns out this is a fairly common practice, especially for people who are loath to share their trade secrets. To which I wondered, why even give the recipe in the first place? Why not just say no? Or offer up another recipe?

Many people do it for marketing and publicity purposes, but here’s the thing. If I try your recipe and think it sucks, chances are, I won’t have a lot of faith in your taste or talent and will likely give your restaurant or product a pass.

The same thing applies to people who say they will when they won’t, or that they know (or do) when they don’t. And as I cursed inwardly at the dastardly chef who had me needing so much milk and cream I may as well have bought a cow, I decided to commit to Panna Cotta Principle #3: Be someone others can trust.

It’s easy to be seduced by the glitz of sweet-talking recipes and people, but in the end, it’s the true blue that you stick with and who stick with you through the years.

My fourth life lesson I also owe to Kenny Rogers whose old country song kept running through my head—Panna Cotta Principle #4: Know when to hold ‘em. Know when to fold ‘em.

On my first attempt, I overheated my panna cotta mixture until it was a great, big clotty mess. My first instinct was to go ahead and mix it in with the rest of the ingredients, then hope for the best. But I realized throwing good ingredients in after bad would only result in more waste, so I reluctantly chucked the whole thing.

The next time around, I followed the flawed recipe to a T and put the entire mixture in the fridge.  Eight hours later and the damn thing was no closer to a panna cotta than the cartons of milk and cream beside it. This time, however, I realized the recipe defect was fixable. On my third attempt (at which point I had started to wish I had made something easier like, say, a wedding cake), panna cotta 3.0 finally began to gel.

The next day, I carefully unmolded quivering orbs of silky, creamy goodness onto a platter and drizzled them with strawberries, a balsamic glaze and salty, crunchy, crushed pistachios, the ingredients I happened to have on hand.

Panna Cotta Principle #5: Work with what you’ve got. It’s usually a lot more than you think.

And as I savored the fruit of my efforts, I realized Panna Cotta Principle #6: Variety is indeed the spice of life and dessert. The sweet, the tart, the nutty and the fruity—embrace them all, because they’re just some of the variants that make life and food so interesting.

As for my 7th and final Panna Cotta Principle: Practice makes perfect. Especially when it’s someone else’s. Learn from my mistakes as well as your own, and enjoy this foolproof (and Johanna-proof!) recipe for panna cotta.

Panna Cotta
6-8 servings

Ingredients:
1 package unflavored gelatin
1 cup milk
2 cups whipping cream
1 tablespoon real vanilla extract
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon lemon zest (grated lemon rind, yellow part only)
1 pinch salt

Topping options:
Sliced berries, mango or any other fruit of your choice, fresh, macerated (soaked in liqueur) or blended, sweetened and strained into a coulis
Crushed nuts (e.g., pine nuts, walnuts, almonds, pistachios) and honey
Balsamic vinegar glaze

Sprinkle the gelatin on the milk and let stand for 5 minutes. Add the milk-gelatin mixture, cream, vanilla, sugar lemon rind and salt into a pan and stir until the mixture is hot but not boiling.

Make sure the gelatin and sugar are fully dissolved by rubbing some of the mixture between your fingers. It should feel completely smooth, not sandy.

Divide the mixture among 6-8 ramekins (depending on size) and leave to cool. Place into the fridge for at least an hour or preferably, overnight.

When ready to serve, run a thin knife blade around the inside of each ramekin. Mine came out easily, but if you have trouble, dip each ramekin into a bowl of hot water for a few seconds to loosen the bottom.

Garnish with the toppings of your choice.

This article first appeared in The Philippine Star on January 22, 2015.



Sunday, March 17, 2013

Announcements and Pronouncements

Chili, pumpkin soup, pesto and eggplant dip: "Please take us home. We promise to be very, very good!"


The day I announced my very first giveaway on this blog, I had also drafted my resignation letter and made a phone appointment with my boss in Hong Kong.

Starting a prepared food business had always been a long-time dream, and after a (mostly) wonderful 6-year ride at my current corporate gig, I was finally committing to doing it.

Imagine, therefore, my sheer terror when hours after I had posted my exciting giveaway, there were no takers. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Itlog (the Filipino word for egg, local slang for zero, in case you hadn't figured it out).

I began hyperventilating. What was I, nuts? How could I possibly think I could make a living selling food, giving up the security of a corporate job and a regular paycheck when I couldn't even GIVE my chili away?

"You're gonna starve," I said tearfully to the Destructo-Cats, who just looked at me, seemingly unmoved. "You're no match for those feral street cats. Hell, you're no match for those street rats. You wouldn't last five minutes out there."

Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Curse of the Great Pumpkin (and a Giveaway)

"I WANT RESTITUTION!!!"

I was a man (not really) with a plan (yes, really). I had a bunch of orders for chili, soup and lots of other good stuff  and was determined to get everything done today.

The chili-making went smoothly. My pumpkin soup, however, was a completely different matter. It seemed so promising in the beginning, every step going exactly as planned. I mean, come on. I've only made this dish a few hundred times before.

But you know how some princes turn into pumpkins? Well, this pumpkin turned into a little punk. After pureeing my lovingly sautéed and roasted vegetable mixture together with my simmered-for-hours homemade chicken stock, I tasted the mixture. Hmmm. Bland.

I hadn't really added any other bells and whistles yet other than salt and pepper, so I shrugged it off and added my spices.  Still off. Way off.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Of Feasts, Farms and Feeling 12 (Part II)


This post is the second of two about Moveable Feast's debut event in Malipayon Farms.  Click here to read the first post.


After a walk through the farm, punctuated by lots of delightful little surprises like unexpectedly tasty edible flowers and the cutest baby carrots I ever did see, it was finally time for lunch. And not a moment too soon, either, because we were starving.

Itty-bitty baby carrot!
Tatsoi (Bless you).

Radish sprouts--my favorite!

Tarragon flowers. Just pluck and eat!
Herbs. They're not just for salads anymore.
Yay!!!
We walked back to the main grounds and were treated to the sight of a long table amidst a stunning backdrop of fields and sky and the promise of a delicious meal to come. Prepared by guest chef Eugene Raymundo, the menu would showcase the best local and organic produce available.


Of Feasts, Farms and Feeling 12 (Part I)


I'd been looking forward to Moveable Feast's farm-to-table event for weeks now, a brainchild of my former colleague and marketing genius Jenny Pascual, and had asked two friends to come along. Nonoy offered the use of his car and driver, but I said I didn't mind driving, provided he act as navigator.

"I e-mailed you the map, and it's pretty straightforward, no?" I said.

"Yeah, I've already looked it over and printed it out," he assured me. "We take the Santa Rosa exit, just drive straight through and eventually make a right. I know where this is."

The trek started off smoothly. We exited at Santa Rosa as planned and drove for about an hour, after which I asked if we'd be turning right soon.

Monday, January 14, 2013

My Snake-y Reiki Heart


Three friends and a (dzi) bracelet

On my desk lay my newly acquired stash of amulets, charms and crystals for the upcoming year of the Water Snake.  Three miniature animals to represent my allies. Actually, there was a fourth secret friend, but he cost extra, so I decided three amigos were just fine, thank you. A wind horse figurine. A wind horse key chain in such a bright shade of gold, I felt like Mr. T. An equally gold mirror for my purse that ensured all lipstick would be applied in the ladies' room from here on out and  an even bigger one for my home that virtually guaranteed me a spot on MTV Cribs.

You do realize that I'm judging you right now, don't you?" said Denise, she of Roast Chicken, Toy Kitchen fame to my dozen or so loyal readers, as she put her shades on to gaze at my blindingly bright loot. "Although, not as much as I normally would, because..." she said with a dramatic pause before reaching into her shirt to pull a pink stone out of her bra.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Life Is Short.



It was the week of 12-12-12, which was supposed to have some great cosmic significance. Jen Pascual, the marketing genius and farm-to-table advocate behind Moveable Feast, had redesigned my blog and, seriously, guys...doesn't it look FABULOUS???

Last week, all these random people also started telling me they liked my blog. In fact, I was thrilled when one of Manila's most widely read bloggers, Cecile Zamora of Chuvaness, told me (okay, told a friend of mine) she reads my blog and very generously offered some great suggestions to make it better.  Stuff like this means the world to me, because there are times when I'm convinced my audience consists mainly of the Destructo-Cats and five spammers from Russia.
"See what I did there, Misha? It's a play on words."

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Thanksgiving: The Recap


I know, I know, and I'm sorry. It does seem rather unfair that I counted all the way down to Thanksgiving Eve and then...nothing. In my defense, I plead food coma, exhaustion, a spotty Internet connection and the flu.

I broke the cardinal rule of entertaining by trying out a bunch of brand-new recipes on my guests, but despite a few culinary fumbles, it was a great night all around with much to be thankful for:

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thanksgiving Eve!!! T minus 1...


Update: Somebody just shared this photo on Facebook. So wrong and yet so hilarious.

Today, I finished making my pumpkin soup but didn't get a chance to make anything else. But I did manage to find cranberries and all the other stuff I needed for tomorrow, and I'm all set.

So today, I'm thankful for:

1) Santi's and Lirio:  Sourcing ingredients can be a real challenge here in the Philippines, but Santi's really helps me to not feel too deprived by the fact that there are no Trader Joe's, Whole Foods or City Super stores here in Manila.  Goat cheese, nutmeg and yes, cranberries--Santi's ever-comforting manager Lirio dug them all up for me and then assured me that my Thanksgiving dinner would turn out just fine.

Thanksgiving Countdown: T Minus 2...

Despite my best intentions, I didn't make it to the store again, so today's big project was...squash! Now, I have never tried my hand at cooking squash or pumpkin, but hey, how hard could it be?

Well, for one thing, that bloody little tuber was so hard to cut up, I'm surprised I didn't stab myself, instead.  Finally, after a great deal of huffing, puffing and putting all my weight behind the knife, I managed to quarter that damn thing and then roast it in batches in my baby oven.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Thanksgiving Countdown: T minus 3...

I had every intention of making my cranberry relish tonight, but I couldn't find fresh or frozen cranberries. Instead, I'm making chicken stock for my cream of pumpkin soup.

So today, I'm thankful for :

1) A freezer (albeit a tiny one) full of chicken bones.

2) Metro Supermarket at night. I'm a weirdo who loves supermarkets, but Metro on a weekend makes you want to run everyone down with your grocery cart, pausing every now and then to smack some aisle-hogging loiterer in the face with a free-range chicken. During off-hours, though, it is so much fun to trawl the aisles and score some great finds like dried figs and the last two bunches of haricot verts (French for cute little baby string beans).

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Thanksgiving Countdown: 4...

Four more nights (including this one) until Thanksgiving, and I'm psyched. I've always just ordered Thanksgiving dinner before, because I couldn't fit a turkey into my little Barbie oven. This year, though, I've decided to bite the bullet, and make dinner myself with a huge chicken instead of a turkey.

So I've been spending the last few nights trying to come up with a menu me and my Toy Kitchen can handle and finally, I think I've got it.  It'll involve a little advance planning, prepping and cooking (okay, a LOT of advance planning, prepping and cooking), which aren't exactly my strong points,  but Thanksgiving dinner is my Everest and I'm determined to climb it.  Or at least not fall off.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Guess who's back. Back again.


Over three idyllic weeks in Northern California, four torturous days at a conference in Hong Kong mainlining coffee to ward off jet lag, and then two near-comatose days in my apartment unfit for interaction with anyone else beyond the Destructo-Cats and finally, I'm back.  
Great vacations bring all sorts of new things. In my case, this included cool stuff like shoes, restaurants and designer glasses. Unfortunately, there was also the not so cool stuff, such as realizing I now need reading glasses (hence the new Chanels to help me get over the fact that I now need reading glasses), pounds gained from just LOOKING at that damn burrata, and taking close to a week to get over post-vacation jet lag. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Life Is Like a Bowl of Pasta


Hello, fellow food people! I'm not completely over my jet lag-induced loopiness yet, but I'm getting better.  I've also managed to have some amazing meals in the few days that I've been here and may yet have another one today, if I ever get out of my pajamas.

In the meantime,  I wanted to share this recipe with you (or more accurately, this experiment) to encourage you to get jiggy in the kitchen and use whatever you've got lying around in your fridge or pantry. When I was just starting to cook, I always needed to work with a recipe, and truth be told, I'm still more comfortable doing so. I don't have any formal culinary training beyond a few recreational courses.  I may like to cook and eat, but I'm hardly a seasoned cook. Ooh, seasoned. See what I just did there? Sorry, residual loopiness.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Remembering September 11


I have a great view from the Toy Apartment.  Wide expanses of green courtesy of the nearby golf and country clubs, cars on curving highways providing contrasts in color and motion, and twinkling lights of the city skyline dotting the night.

I'm pretty much used to it by now; I see it every day.  But for some reason, the view tonight took my breath away, and I paused for a moment before reaching into my bag to see if I could capture this beauty with my trusty little point-and-shoot.



Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Perfection Principle

Last night, I had friends over, so I made some Thai curry seafood stew.  I used too much curry paste and had to doctor like crazy to make sure my guests' kids didn't run crying from the room after their first bite.


I also tried out a new Parmesan cheese spread recipe, which was slightly underwhelming. People seemed to like it well enough; they just didn't love it.

I did, however, make some Thai spring rolls that had my guests fighting over each piece and wishing out loud that I'd made more (I'm sorry!!!).

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Trying to Make Sense of the Senseless

This was supposed to be about roasting a chicken.  Teresa* had called and needed someone to talk to about work, life and the crossroads she had reached. "Come over," I said. "I'm roasting a chicken."

Earlier that morning, I heard the news that they had finally found the bodies of DILG Secretary Jesse Robredo and the other passengers on board the small plane that crashed in Masbate. Sad news, yes, but at least it offered some sense of closure. It had been three days since the crash, after all, and we all knew the inevitable result. But hope, however remote, is hard to kill and we all continued to hope for a miracle.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Schooled: The Great Risotto Fritter Fiasco


It started out innocently enough. At 8pm, I took the leftover risotto from the fridge and was already envisioning my next blog entry—a clever little essay on wasting not and wanting not, which I would end by quoting the Barefoot Contessa: “How easy was that?”


Not wanting to get my hands dirty, I decided to use two spoons to shape the risotto into quenelles, which are not only cute, but also sound awfully fancy. I tried different variations involving breadcrumbs, egg and grated Parmesan. After some experimentation, I decided to forego the bread, which didn’t seem to contribute much to the taste or texture.