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Mushrooms in afternoon light

Mushrooms in a late afternoon light

Some thoughts from Monday night:

I have a favorite pot. It’s green enamelled cast iron and chimes like a dinner bell when I clang it on the side with a spoon. I just love this sound because it means soup or stew is simmering away and that it’s almost time to get out a bowl. It also brings back memories and reminds me to be grateful.

This pot has cooked soft food for little babies, made batches of chili for sleepover parties, and whipped up daubes for more grown-up dinner guests. It brings lots of flavor and comfort into our lives. Plus, it’s the perfect size. It always makes just enough.

If I had to leave my house in a hurry – say the river below us flooded, or a wildfire was sweeping though the woods up on the hill – I’d take it with me, like a trusty pioneer woman. I’d carry it under one arm, my kids, cats and dog under the other. Then I’d holler for my husband and leave everything else behind. Well, maybe I’d call for a ladle, too.

One afternoon my pot fell out of the back of the car because I’d unknowingly left the hatch open (oops!). It bounced out onto the asphalt and rolled off into the tall grass on the side of the road, all without me realizing it. I came back later that night with a flashlight and walked up and down the sides of that town highway, searching for it, calling for it like a lost pet. When I finally found it, overturned and emptied of its contents, there was just one little nick out of its shiny green enamel. I picked it up and kissed it. Do other people have items in their kitchen that elicit such strong feelings of attachment? I really wonder.

Favorite pot, favorite mushroom soup

Right now, it’s all in one piece and bubbling with a delicious mushroom soup. The aroma of fresh thyme and the earthy scent of the mushrooms are permeating the kitchen, filling it with the smells of a forest. At the end of this especially cold Vermont winter’s day, I’m grateful to have my family, the animals, and a pot full of one of my very favorite winter vegetable soups on the stove. I think this is the true meaning of delicious: we’re all in one piece, in one place and enough dinner is heating in a trusty pot.

A trail of herbs on the cutting board

A dollop of dilly yogurt

“Winter Thyme” Mushroom Soup with Dilly Yogurt

This is an immensely flavorful soup full of fresh mushrooms and thyme. It’s simple to prepare on a weekenight and is quickly dressed up with a silky dollop of dilly yogurt. There are only a handful of ingredients and the technique is basic. Nothing fancy, just the grounding smell of mushrooms wafting about as you stir and simmer them in broth. It’s also relatively low fat with a mere three tablespoons of olive oil and a cup of low-fat milk. We make many batches in our kitchen every January. It just tastes right at this time of year. Serves 6

For the soup:

3 tablespoons olive oil

3 medium shallots, diced

1 small onion, diced

1 1/2 lbs mushrooms, wiped and sliced, keep on those stems! (you can use all white button mushrooms or mix in a half of a pound of a more exotic variety if you like. Sometimes I use “Italian Brown”)

1 tablespoon fresh thyme (you may 1 teaspoon of dried thyme if you’re in a pinch – I’ve done it before)

5 tablespoons all-purpose flour

3 tablespoons sherry

5 cups of chicken or vegetable stock (I use Better Than Bouillon brand)

1 cup lowfat milk

salt and pepper to taste

For the Dilly Yogurt Garnish:

1/2 cup non-fat Greek yogurt

1 tablespoon fresh dill, chopped

a pinch of salt

Place your (favorite!) soup pot over medium heat and warm the olive oil.

Add the shallots and onions and cook, stirring often until they are soft (but not browning), about 3 minutes. Stir in the mushrooms and increase the heat a little so that the mushrooms start to release their liquid. Cook the mixture for about five more minutes, being mindful that the ingredients don’t stick to the pot. A little browning is OK but burning isn’t.

When the mushrooms have softened and started to release their juices, add the flour and blend it in, stirring for about 1 minute. Then pour in the sherry and sprinkle in the thyme. Reduce the heat to low and cook, stirring, constantly and scraping the bottom of the pan, for about 3 more minutes.

Stir in the stock and bring to a boil. Then reduce the heat and simmer until it is slightly thickened, about 15 minutes. While the soup is cooking, combine the ingredients for the dilly yogurt in a small bowl. Set aside.

When the soup has thickened slightly, using a hand blender or a food processor, puree until it is the desired consistency (I like to make sure to leave bits and pieces of mushrooms visible in the broth). Now stir in the milk and season to taste with salt and pepper.

Ladle into bowls and top with a dollop of dilly yogurt.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art: it’s the place to eat in New York. Who knew?

My daughter and I just spent a delectable Saturday “eating up” the Met – the art, the culture and four thousand years plus one day’s worth of world food. We started out with a freshly baked snack at the American Wing Cafe – and returned there many times throughout our visit using it as a sort of “home base” – before exploring several millenniums worth of culinary related objects throughout the museum.

So what was on the menu?  Below, in twelve photos, is a quick but comprehensive tour of food at the Met from 2000 BC – December 16, 2011.

A locally inspired muffin from the American Wing Cafe makes a nice treat before setting out.

And wouldn't they look lovely served on this Portuguese platter gilded and embossed in silver circa 1500?

Would you like some 400-year-old salt with that? A salt-cellar from the 17th century.

Or perhaps just another snack before heading off to see the French masters? What the heck is a "blistered pepper"anyway? Ouch!

But wait! Can I tempt you with a picnic in the Egyptian wing replete with 4,000 year old raisins, dates and bread...

...Followed by a 19th century tea party at the Richmond House in Virginia?

Museum-going is such hard work. I think we need a cranberry pumpkin yogurt parfait back at the cafe.

Before leaving let's take a moment to celebrate the grape harvest and the ecstasy of performance with this lyrical nude sculpted by Harriet Frishmuth in 1924 (grape-vine stretches from finger tip to finger tip). Cafe seating is in the background.

And you'll need some goblets to help with that bacchanal celebration! How about these from the Byzantine Empire fashioned around 700AD?

Don't forget to exit through the gift shop for some Charles Comfort Tiffany inspired mugs or water bottles.

And wouldn't this inspired arrangement from the Met's lobby look lovely on your holiday dinner table? Simply forage for hydrangeas, magnolia and winterberry (with some help from Martha Stewart).

The perfect way to end a visit to the Met is with a Double Chocolate Mocha Cupcake-to-go from Cake & Shake, the mobile food vendor right outside of the museum.

As we left, there was a live orchestra playing on the second floor balcony that surrounds the gracious lobby. Classical chords floated about the bustling entryway, brushing the marble walls and floors with their notes. I was told that the musical performance was to accompany a special holiday dinner for members of the museum. Ahhh, the art of eating in New York.

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