Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Painterly Food

So, right after Cranky got his meat dinner, we had this gentle dish of "pretty" the next day.
Cranky cooked it. He is my favorite wife.
Pretty food really rocks my world.
I don't mean over-pretty food, like decorated cakes and sculpted melons and carved radishes. Sheesh, too much handling of the edibles, if you know what I mean.
I mean pretty food that just happens, because the ingredients are so... pretty!
This dish was a hybrid salad. Served kind of room-temp. Dressed with oil, salt, yadda.
The ingredients were pretty cherry tomatoes, parsley, adorable noodles (tubetti? no, ditalini), and LOL-able cute purple cranberry beans, shelled fresh and cooked just right.

15 comments:

Dagny said...

That Cranky is mighty handy.

Zoomie said...

I notice pretty food more now that I have become a blogger. Always liked a beautiful presentation like Peter does but now I notice that often the food itself is mighty purty.

Sweet Bird said...

So what's this alt recipe for broccoli soup? Is it really that simple, just blend up some silken tofu and stock?

Era said...

Yuuuuum. You can send me leftovers.

cookiecrumb said...

Dagny: He's SO kitcheny nowadays. Yay.

Zoomie: Sometimes it's pretty enough to cry over. You appreciate it so much.

Sweet Bird: Oh, dear. See, I learned this from watching Mollie Katzen on TV a million years ago. But, it really is that simple. I just don't have a recipe. It will taste more spartan than yours, but you can jigger with the fat and cheese to your liking.
PS: Mollie uses the silken tofu from the cardboard boxes with the insanely long shelf life. I think you can do a little Googling.
Here's a lazy description of a soup I made with silken tofu.

Era! No leftovers. ;)

Anna Haight said...

This could hang in a museum.. lovely and lovely is usually healthy too - thank goodness!

kudzu said...

Okay, I'm getting used to being jealous of your having Mr. Cranky around to crank out the grub. Now I'm jealous because fresh cranberry beans have been far too few this year. Used to load up bags of them to blanch and freeze for winter 'strone. Guess Steve Sando will be getting my bidness this year. I do miss those lovely husks and the feel of the fresh beans as you shell them. Damn.

kudzu said...

Okay, I'm getting used to being jealous of your having Mr. Cranky around to crank out the grub. Now I'm jealous because fresh cranberry beans have been far too few this year. Used to load up bags of them to blanch and freeze for winter 'strone. Guess Steve Sando will be getting my bidness this year. I do miss those lovely husks and the feel of the fresh beans as you shell them. Damn.

Nikki said...

Speaking of Cranky, http://www.krankies.com

It's a local place. Very hip.

cookiecrumb said...

Anna: So true. Colors = nutrients.
Merci.

Kudzu: The arc of Cranky's meteoric rise in cooking has been steep, ever since he retired.
Lissen, Iacoppi at the Marin market still has cranberry beans. And Star Route Farms has something similar, but I forget the name... Dragon? Go today!

Nikki: How cute is that? Thanks for the link.

the italian dish said...

This really is beautiful. Looks great. Wish my husband would cook!

Sean said...

Where'd you get that damn ditalini? :)

(BTW my awesome mother sent me two bags of ditalini after I wrote that post.)

cookiecrumb said...

Italian Dish: I can't believe how many men won't cook! I find cooking to be a really satisfying art form. Men must see it as merely nutrition. Sad.

Sean: You'll laugh. This is Golden Grain, and the package label says "Salad Macaroni."
We got it at our tres local "gourmet" supermarket in Marin. Apparently there are lots of aging Italians in our neighborhood. Good!
Your mom is a treat.

The Spiteful Chef said...

I thought the way it worked was that most "regular" men had 1 (one) signature dish that they prepared approximately once a year with such fanfare that they may as well have just invented cold fusion, and then required weeks of praise. And that dish was always either spaghetti or chili.

And we can't forget grilling, I guess, although I usually have to keep an eye on that...

cookiecrumb said...

Spitey: Did you notice that for the grilled steaks, Cranky let me do the deciding?
And for the wussy veggie dish the next day, he did the cooking?
I have a great marriage.
He's pretty good at chili, too. I do the spaghetti.