Wooden Shoe Know
Thursday, April 30th, 2009We’ve been drinking better than usual coffee lately, as is always the case when my mother is in town (visiting from my hometown…New Orleans). Scott makes the coffee in our household, and has for the 14 years of our marriage (although he’s only begun drinking it himself in the last year or so). He watched my mother’s coffee-making protocol carefully, asked questions and came up with a few important tips, mainly that when making drip coffee, and pouring the boiling water over the grounds, the water should be added in tiny increments – just 4 tablespoons or so at a time. Also, she uses more grounds than we do (CDM brand is her favorite and you can mail order it here). The result is concentrated and fabulous and one of those tastes and smells that I’ll be able to summon in my mind for the rest of my life.
My Mom is the original culinary tourist, and I learned at her hip. When I was growing up, she always enjoyed discovering an ingredient or food product while traveling. When we were little, I didn’t appreciate so much the visit to farm stands and markets. Now I understand that it’s a fun game, and I torture Pirrie and Scott with requests for U-turns and detours and field trips. The fun is in the hunt and in the discovery. One of the discoveries during her recent visit was the mild but addictive puffed crisps, made from corn flour, sold at the Mexican food stand at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival in Woodburn. We made bad Wooden Shoe puns the remainder of the day.
So what made an impression on a foodie from New Orleans?? My mom relished an order of biscuits and sausage gravy from Pine State Biscuits at the Portland Farmer’s Market. Also, a Croque Madame at St. Honoré Boulangerie was the most authentic version she had ever had (she also told the baker that New Orleans French bread is much better for bread pudding and promised him the Commander’s Palace recipe). Because my mother doesn’t cook any more, or rarely, I made one of her own recipes, something she used to make for us when we were growing up – the broccoli/ham casserole that I’ve written about before. Maybe the best was our dinner last night – the easiest meal of all. After seeing the suggestion in the Oregonian’s Food Day, I topped pieces of fresh Alaskan Halibut with a jarred salsa (I tried papaya), and wrapped each 6 ounce piece in parchment and baked the packages on a baking sheet in a 425 degree oven. I served it over rice with some fresh mango, and a side of asparagus that had simmered briefly in lightly salted water. The asparagus from the Yakima River area was absolutely delicious, better than any I’ve had including when I grew my own in Napa Valley. It required no adornment. So the best meal of all was the simplest…great ingredients wrapped in paper and baked. Wooden Shoe Know it?









