Monday afternoon,
the front door opened
and look what walked in ...
Beau and Middle Hawthorne.
No one bothered to tell me,
but that's OK.
I welcomed them with open arms.
Literally.
Bo Bo seemed happy to see me.
He gave me big hugs ...
And then Daughter Hawthorne showed up.
She had called en route to let us know
she and Giada and Dogwood would be coming.
What fun!
Dixie will be thrilled!
Not.
So naturally,
I headed to the kitchen
to make something for the little dears.
I'm thinking something with chicken
and the crepes I made Thanksgiving
for Julia Child's Gateau des Crepes.
I always make a double batch of the crepes
for occasions such as these.
Plus I'll add a few items I have in the fridge
I want to use up
along with some kind of cream and cheese sauce.
Sounds like a plan.
And I had a little heart left over
from the whole chicken Mr. Hawthorne smoked the other day.
I have no idea why there were no other
giblets in the bag,
but all I got was the heart ...
I had spinach, some shriveled shrooms,
onion, and an orange.
Now, for a marinade for the chicken:
First the ginger.
I keep ginger in my freezer in one inch cubes.
Nuke a cube for about 20 seconds
then you can easily squeeze the juice out.
Use a garlic press to use all the pulp.
I heated some ELBOO and LOLUB
in my pan
(That's Extra Light Bertolli Olive Oil
and Land o' Lakes Unsalted Butter.)
and added in half the chicken.
I wanted to make a cream and cheese sauce
to cover the chicken-filled crepes.
Mr. Hawthorne had made some chicken noodle soup
a few days ago and I added some of the broth to my roux.
Here's where a mistake was
and I'm showing you this in case this happens to you
and you need to fix it.
The chefs at our cooking classes at the NC Aquarium
often use a chicken base or a beef base in their dishes.
I hadn't seen bases at Food Lion or Harris Teeter
but I found them at Sam's Club in Chesapeake
and bought both a chicken base and a beef base.
That's the chicken base going in
in the above picture.
Now I had to get my facts straight on this
since this dinner was from last Monday night,
so I just called Mr. Hawthorne at work
to explain what he'd done and to tell me
EXACTLY HOW MUCH
of the base he'd put in.
Because he was very vague on that issue
last Monday.
Basically, my sauce tasted like
a salt lick had been dumped into it.
Basically, a salt lick HAD been dumped into it.
He finally came clean today
when I confronted him on the phone.
Actually he said he should have just told me when it happened
because I probably couldn't have bitched any more
at him or given him any more shit had I known the truth
about how much he'd screwed up.
What should have been 1 teaspoon going in
was probably 2 heaping tablespoons.
So.
What do you do?
I think these are the figures for a teaspoon.
820 mg Sodium.
That would be salt lick territory.
2400 mg of sodium a day
is the recommended limit,
which would be a tad more than a teaspoon of table salt.
I love ingredients labels:
Cooked chicken and mechanically separated chicken meat
salt
sugar
maltodextrin
chicken fat flavor (Yum!)
[Autolyzed yeast, salt maltodextrin, lactic acid powder
(lactic acid, calcium lactate), flavorings,
disodium inosinate, disodium guanylate],
dehydrated onion, turmeric, natural flavorings.
Thank God for "natural flavorings."
So, how does one fix this?
Outside of dumping it and starting over.
First I tried diluting it
by adding in some bland ricotta cheese.
I decided to thicken up the sauce a bit
by making a beurre manie.
Basically a beurre manie is an uncooked roux.
It is a paste made from equal parts flour and butter
and used to thicken sauces and stews.
Translated, beurre manie means "kneaded butter,"
since it's made by working the butter and flour together
so that the butter completely encases each grain of flour.
When the beurre manie is added to a sauce,
the butter melts, releasing the flour and prompting the thickening.
If you just added flour, you would get lumps and clumps.
Using a beurre manie eliminates the clumping
and accelerates the thickening.
A beurre manie should not be confused with a roux.
A roux is a base for soups, gravies, and sauces.
Butter is melted and the flour added to it and cooked.
The liquids are then added to the roux.
I kneaded my flour and butter together
and added it bit by bit to the sauce,
stirring and thickening.
I added the rest of the chicken stock
and gave the noodles and veggies to Dixie.
She loves homemade noodle soup.
Taste test.
The damn soup is still too salty.
Imonna hafta bring in the big guns.
I simmered the sauce with the potatoes
until the potatoes were tender,
then I discarded the salt-soaked potatoes.
Taste test.
Much better.
But still too salty for my tastes.
See the color of the roux?
You want it cooked like that.
Actually, roux, in French, means brownish color.
I added in a little of the salty sauce,
which really wasn't all that salty now,
but still too salty for me,
and diluted the rest with cream
until I got the consistency I wanted
and the taste I wanted.
And it worked.
Now, I'm finally ready to fill and roll my crepes.
Not wanting to waste anything or any flavor,
I added the leftover chicken/spinach juices to the sauce.
... and sprinkle orange zest over top.
This went into a 350 degree oven
just to heat through,
then turn on the broiler
to brown the top.
While all the drama with my over-salted sauce
was going on,
the restless were getting native.
You know,
they probably hadn't eaten for ...
what ...
one or two hours?
So I heated up Mr. Hawthorne's
most excellent pizza
from the other night
as an appetizer.
It was well received.
To reheat pizza and get a crisp crust,
use a cast iron pan
with just a smear of oil in it.
Cover and heat over medium until heated through.
This way, you get a crisp, not soggy, crust.
Tender chicken,
tender crepe,
hint of orange,
nice cheesiness,
a welcome addition of shrooms and spinach,
and a freakin' amazing sauce,
considering that Mr. Hawthorne had tried his best to kill it.
For dessert,
my little Hawthornelets had some of my
Dark Chocolate Broken Heart Cake I made for
February's Dessert Wars competition.
It freezes very well.
Dixie's lying on her cow hide in the background.
Beau respects that it's her hide
and lies on the floor.
Then guess what happened.
Apparently the baking dish with the crepes
was not balanced in the refrigerator
(My bad.)
and when Mr. Hawthorne went to open the fridge door,
the whole damn thing fell out and broke on the floor.
Don't you hate it when that happens?
Mr. Hawthorne has sabotaged my dish
from beginning to end.
Some dishes are just not meant to be.
Wow! What a story and what an adventure. I'm kind of speechless, but I thank you for sharing. The last big disaster in my kitchen happened a couple of years ago as I was removing my lovingly prepared lasagna from the oven. It slipped from my hands and fell through the window on the oven door. Suddenly, I had no casserole dish, no oven, no dinner, and a huge mess.
ReplyDeletewow...my mom never attempted a dish like that when I came home. Will you adopt me? My last disaster was melted white choclate in my favorite Pampered Chef Batter bowl...I totally missed the counter...choclate and glass everywhere...ugh
ReplyDeleteI knew I would hear of disaster stories.
ReplyDeleteI am not alone.
Darn, of course that couldn't happen with the salty one :(
ReplyDelete(Meaning, the dish that fell out of the fridge. Too bad that didn't happen with the salty one before you went to the trouble of trying to salvage it.)
ReplyDeleteRosie, remind me to tell you about the time I droped a 5 lb. container of cocoa in a restaurant kitchen--next to a fully functioning hood system. And yes, it was on. I dare say they're still finding cocoa in the crevices of that kitchen.
ReplyDelete