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Here is the promised recipe for pork tenderloin with cranberry balsamic sauce, and butternut squash risotto with turmeric and toasted pistachios. We grilled the pork this time, it got a little dry but it was still good! If you grill it, you won’t have leftover pan juice so just use more stock.
And - yes, canned cranberry sauce. I know. You think poorly of me now. Wait until you try it.
Pork Tenderloin with Cranberry Balsamic Sauce
From Bon Appetit
Ingredients
1 1/2 tablespoons butter
1 8- to 10-ounce pork tenderloin
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary
1/2 cup low-salt chicken broth
1/3 cup canned whole berry cranberry sauce
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
Preparation
Preheat oven to 450°F. Melt 1/2 tablespoon butter in heavy large ovenproof skillet over medium-high heat. Sprinkle pork with salt and pepper. Sear pork on all sides, about 2 minutes. Place skillet with pork in oven. Roast pork until thermometer inserted into center registers 155°F, about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, melt remaining 1 tablespoon butter in heavy medium skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion and rosemary; sauté until onion softens, about 3 minutes. Add broth, cranberry sauce and vinegar and whisk until cranberry sauce melts, about 2 minutes.
Transfer pork to work surface. Scrape any juices from large skillet into cranberry mixture. Boil until sauce has reduced enough to coat spoon thickly, about 6 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Slice pork and serve with sauce.
Butternut Squash Risotto with Turmeric, Goat Cheese, Tomatoes and Pistachios Because Why the Heck Not
I normally don’t mess with risotto, but I totally did this time and it was super good, in kind of a weird way.
Recipe adapted from American Brasserie by Gale Gand and Rick Tramonto
Ingredients
2 garlic cloves, minced
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 medium butternut squash, peeled, halved, seeded, and cut into 1/2 cubes
2 plum tomatoes, diced
1/2 cup white wine
4 cups chicken stock (or vegetable stock or water)
1 onion, chopped
Kosher salt and black pepper
3/4 cup arborio rice
2 Tbsp. butter
1-2oz soft goat cheese
Pinch tumeric
Toasted chopped pistachios (about 1/4 cup)
Directions
In a large pot of salted water, cook the squash until fork tender (12-15 minutes). Drain and set aside. Purée in blender or using immersion blender.
Bring stock to simmer and keep until needed.
Heat the butter in a heavy-bottomed saucepan over medium heat.
Add the onion and garlic and cook until the onion is translucent (about 8 minutes).
Add the rice and stir until coated with oil.
Add in the wine, stir until mostly cooked off.
Add the stock one ladlefull at a time, stir and wait until it is mostly absorbed before adding more. Repeat for ~25-30 minutes until there is no more stock.
Stir in the tumeric, cinnamon.
Stir in the squash and tomatoes.
Gently stir in the cheese.
Add salt and pepper to taste. Top with pistachios.
- Nellie
Blueberry Muffins with Streusel Topping
Hey, I got a pound of blueberries with this recipe’s name on it. These muffins taste like my childhood, so this means when you eat them, you’ll be transported to the children’s department of the Wheaton Public Library asking if there are “any more books besides the ones on the shelves” because you are “all out of books to read.” Wow, finish this sentence with, “But I’m such a nerd!” and you can put me out to pasture forever (one step away from complaining how hard it was to get whisked away to the Talented and Gifted Program in elementary school while everyone sat in regular class - I did not have this experience and only marveled in the joy of being whisked away to speech therapy and remedial math class).
Hey, at least there were these muffins, the unconditional love of my family, and I finally figured out the math thing when I was 17.
Note: if you use frozen blueberries, make sure that they are still frozen or only partially thawed.
Makes 12 muffins.
Ingredients:
3/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons grated lemon zest
2 1/4 cups all purpose flour
7 tablespoons plus 1 teaspoon unsalted butter
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 egg
1/2 cup milk
2 cups blueberries, fresh or frozen
1. Preheat the oven to 400. Put paper cups in the muffin tins because you ain’t cleaning this stuff up.
2. In a small bowl, combine a quarter cup of the sugar and 1 teaspoon of the lemon zest; crush them together until the sugar absorbs some of the lemon flavor, about 1 minute. Add 1/4 cup of the flour and 2 tablespoons of the butter. Cut into mixture until it forms coarse crumbs. Set this streusel topping aside.
3. In a large bowl, place the remaining 1/2 cup sugar and 1 teaspoon lemon zest, crush until sugar absorbs, about 1 minute. Add the remaining 2 cups flour and the baking powder and toss to blend well.
4. Nuke the remaining butter and let cool slightly. In a medium bowl, whisk together the egg, milk, and melted butter. Pour the liquid over the flour mixture and fold lightly, 3 or 4 times with a rubber spatula to partially combine. Sprinkle the blueberries over the batter and distribute evenly, using as few strokes as possible (the mixture should not be perfectly smooth and will be quite dry).
5. Quickly divide the batter among the prepared muffin cups and sprinkle about 1 tablespoon of the streusel topping per muffin. Bake in the middle of the oven until just golden, about 15-18 minutes depending on your oven.
Guess what we made at work a few weeks ago? Jalapeño mac and cheese griddle cakes. Joy of joys. You’re taking something awesome and then making awesome. Phood physics 101. Then we put pulled pork and coleslaw on them and turned them into sandwiches. It is very difficult to hold a sandwich in one hand and try and shoot photos with the other.
(Lady in the video is my friend and co-worker Jenny, who is adorable and makes amazing cakes).
A last cigarette is permitted in some prisons. Alcohol is prohibited in all. Most states limit final meal allowances to twenty dollars. Maryland and Texas do not allow a meal selection. There is a great deal of red meat, a few lobsters, no sushi, and no Godiva chocolate. Some requests provide clues about personality, race, and region. An Oregon inmate’s request closed with “I would appreciate the eggs hot.” And who wouldn’t.
“Final meal request of four pieces or fried chicken breast, two chicken fried steaks, 20 fried shrimps, four fried eggs with no yoke, two golden brown biscuits with butter and honey, two gallons of black coffee with cream and sugar and two hand size pieces of peanut brittle candy.”
Most of the food that I make looks this at night-time. Doesn’t help that I pick a color scheme (this week’s color is salllllllllmonnnnnnn and slawwwww and ruuuuuuutabagas).
- Nellie
Potato Salad with Roasted Garlic and Cilantro Aioli
Try as I might, I can’t get this potato salad to look like something better than potato salad. Guess what, potato salad is delicious, and we have featured a recipe or two here once before. What better to honor our one year anniversary than to make a potato salad and batten down the Berkeley winter hatches. After all, don’t we need to store fat for hibernating through this winter? Nooooo? You say we’re not cave people anymore?
Making your own mayonnaise obviously elevates this to a new level of doing dishes and doing DELICIOUS. It’s not hard, it mainly just takes up nearly all of your olive oil. Omega-3s forever. Let’s move to Santorini.
MAYO:
1 egg
2 tablespoons lemon juice (I like this pretty lemony)
salt and pepper
2 tablespoons horseradish mustard
1/4 cup Roasted Garlic Oil (err, you can buy some from the company that I work for or you can just sautee whole cloves in olive oil until they turn roasty then store that in a jar somewhere dark for a week or your fridge for practically forever)
3/4 cup olive oil
1 small, sweet onion, cut up
1/4 cup cilantro
1/8 tsp cayenne pepper
You’re going to need to make the mayo first, so here goes: blend egg with lemon juice or pulse in a food processor for about 10 seconds. Then, with the blender or food processor running, drizzle in the oils (I had the garlic oil and olive oil in a 1-cup measuring cup together) very sloooowlly so as not to break the emulsion, and go 4-5 seconds longer after you’ve drizzled if you are using a food processor. Then add in salt, pepper, cayenne pepper. Pulse or blend for a few seconds more. Add the onion in, pulse or blend. Add the cilantro in. Pulse or blend for a few seconds until incorporated. I used a food processor, and my final mixture was pretty runny but tasty. I ended up adding a bit more salt to it at the end, so taste it and see if you like it. Scoop into a container and refrigerate for 30 minutes to let everything mold together.
If you break the emulsion, I’m pretty sure you can add a few drops of water to the mixture in the blender or food processor then pulse and it’ll whip right back together again, or so my dim recollection of Harold McGee tips tells me.
THE POTATO PART OF THIS SALAD:
You will need—
2 lbs + of new potatoes
1 celery stalk, peeled and diced
3 hard boiled eggs, chopped
4 small sweet pickles or 1/2 dill pickle chopped into mini cubes
Quick pour of sweet pickle juice (so bad on its own but so good here)
Quick pour of dill pickle juice
1 green onion, white parts only, finely chopped
Steam the potatoes whole in a large pot for about 20-24 minutes. I know when they’re done when I stick a fork in them (really) and they easily, but not too easily, go through to the end of the fork tine. Take them out, put on a cutting board, let cool for a few minutes, then cut them into quarters. Add to bowl, mix in celery, hard boiled eggs, pickles, pickle juice, green onion. Once nearly completely cool, stir in the mayo that you made, tablespoon by tablespoon. You may have some left over. It’s good to taste it as you make it so you can see if you like the consistency, but the flavor really will come later. Add more salt if you need it and more pepper. You may need to add a dash of white sugar to counterbalance the acid. Let cool a bit more, then cover and let marinate in the fridge for 30-60 minutes.
- Nellie
She did the monster hash. It was a smash. Ahhhh-woooooooo. Wahhh-ooo.
Weekends have been a very hashy place around here in Berkeley. Potatoes, some other kind of vegetable, tossed all around and about, with eggs on top. Padron peppers, eggplants, all sorts of other goodies. I’d be happy to give a recipe except for that I don’t use one for hash. I use small, baby potatoes steamed whole with salt, cut them open, and then fry them in a butter/oil combo with some onions and garlic and more salt, sometimes seasoned. I put pepper on at the last minute. I make the eggs in a separate pan since I think the egg gets sloppy-looking if you try to cook it on top of the veggies, and it’s hard to get it to the right level of runny.

This is what Penzeys Spices says about Indian food on their website:
“Many people who eat curry for the first time in an Indian restaurant find it difficult to understand why curry is so popular. They are a bit overwhelmed by trying a dish that is new to them but spiced for a person who already knows and loves the flavor of Indian food.”
Clearly, they are dealing with a lot of people from Naperville whose husbands always wrinkle their faces in a hesitant manner when their adventuresome wives suggest getting Indian food for dinner. Ahhh, target markets. But really, it’s true - Indian food can be a little overwhelming, not only in restaurants, but for the home cook. I always feel a little weird when I’m making curries - like, do I add turmeric in addition TO the curry powder if the curry powder already has turmeric in it? What does turmeric even taste like? It tastes like yellow to me. Do I really have to buy a coffee grinder just for my spices? And if I toast the spices after I’ve sweated the onions, are they not getting the full toasty flavor?
Compounded with the fact that my curries are usually a spicy but bland mess of fatty coconut milk and stale curry powder from the bulk bin, I can usually say that I prefer to leave Indian cooking to the experts.
Except for one balmy Santa Cruz night in July. That night, I decided just to “wing it,” as many people do when they are at a loss for dinner and they have canned products, leftover rotisserie chicken, and an amalgam of Indian spices at their disposal.

And a tiny crock. Don’t forget the tiny crock.
The tiny crock is maybe part of the reason why this tasted so good. But really- this was light, flavorful, and nutty.

read below for tips
Here are some tips since I can’t provide you with a bonafide recipe:
- Sweat your onions for 10-12 min but don’t brown them
- Rub the skins off the chickpeas (it rubs the skin off the chickpeas or else it gets the chickpea skins in the mouthfeel 7th circle of hell again/lotion)
- If you’re using this swanky Penzeys spice, overdo it on the curry powder. This stuff is reeeeal mild. But taste it along the way - let things simmer for 5 minutes and then increase the powder if you need it.
- You know what, this Penzeys spice is mild, so sautee 1-2 seeded/de-ribbed jalapenos or toss in some red pepper flakes.
- Add a 14-oz can of whole tomatoes and smush them with your fingers or cut them with a scissors, in the pan
- Add some chicken broth
- Add the rotisserie chicken in the last 2-3 minutes, otherwise it’ll get tough
- Toast your cashews! Put them on your rice! Put them on your dog! It’s just you in your house, girlfriend. You and the Comcast cable guy and your boyfriend, talkin’ modems.
- Cilantro, always
- Save some for your sister for when she gets back in the country


And, if you’ve made it this far: some very exciting news for Faux Pasta, as we just got our 1,000th follower a week ago. This is so awesome, and unanticipated. Thank you for reading our posts and sharing them with your friends.
When you make an asparagus quiche in the spring again, lie your spears in a cozy egg bed. Don’t chop them up and make them wrangle with ham cubes. It’s cruel and also kind of jumbly in your mouth.
I’m going through photos from earlier this year and thought you might like to see them.
I don’t remember what quiche recipe I used. Lots of eggs. Always cream or whole milk, never skim milk - it makes for a watery quiche. Any kind of cheese you want - you really don’t have to use gruyere. I think I used sharp cheddar and laid it at the bottom, then added the egg-cream mixture, then the asparagus. Whatever kind of pie crust recipe you like to use!
- Nellie
On our last day in Croatia, Paulina and I didn’t think to plan our eats before we took the bus to the airport, three hours early. “Eh,” we thought. “We’ll just grab something there.” Never have more ominous words been spoken. Dramatic. Besides, what were we going to do? Grab another massive roll from the Konzum supermarket with some more cold cuts from the omnipresent deli counter?
As much as we loved salami sandwiches and keeping portion prices under $2.00 a serving, we had eaten this meal every day for 10 days already.
We ate it for lunch that day.

Even the night before, when we decided to treat ourselves to dinner out at a place called “Wines and Snack,” we ended up ordering… you guessed it… a cold cuts plate. With a giant, cut-up roll.


The following day, we flew out of Split after taking the rocky 6 AM morning ferry from Korcula. One of us got very nauseous and almost lost her breakfast of Light ‘n Crisp Wasa Crackers topped with cream cheese and orange marmalade. There was a big difference between the movements of a car ferry and the movements of a high speed catamaran.
We shared this quaint ‘n pleasant ride with 300 other passengers:

A little cramped, but cultural differences, etc.
I’m not sure why I am reviewing an airport restaurant (the only restaurant at the airport, Restaurant Ikar), but I took pictures! Is this not the ethos of the inexperienced food blogger? Buuuuuttttt I toook piccccctures.
We lingered languidly luxuriously all lalala over the menu for what seemed like a quarter of an hour before we decided that our money would be best spent on a large plate of spaghetti bolognese for 30 Kuna, two different slices of tarts (20 Kuna each), and two different kinds of cherry liqueurs (16 Kuna each). “They’re local,” I told my sister, most importantly. “Local booze. That’s why it’s cheaper.” Okay, whatever, dork. Just pick something.

Our plate of pasta arrived mere moments after the ticket hit the kitchen, a glorious rendition of Barilla and what appeared to be jarred meat sauce with water poured in to streeeetttch the ole sauce trick.
We were so excited to be out at a restaurant, even the restaurant at the airport, that we just cleared the hell up out of that plate.


We washed it all down (what a terrible euphemism) with the previously mentioned cherry liqueurs, and two hours later, we went through security.
You can imagine our surprise when we walked through the metal detectors and saw a row of shops and restaurants stretched out before us, our soft, astonished steps parting a sea of obvious tourist-driven civilization. Oh dear God. Despite my most delusional fantasies, Croatia was not exactly the undiscovered last frontier of Europe, especially not at the airport. We were not breaking new ground as American tourists. We were not going to get a Croatian Authenticity Badge for eating at the only restaurant at the airport.
But we were going to get entire rows to ourselves on EasyJet, which was pretty awesome, even just for a two hour flight.
