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Barefoot Bloggers: Grilled California Pizzas

Jeff has three grills. Once I asked him why, and the short version is that they are all different, but he loves them the same. Like children. Smoky, gassy, highly-flammable children. My interaction with them has largely consisted of admiring Jeff’s grill marks whilst handing him the Holy Meat Thermometer.

Not anymore.

When Tara from Barefoot Bloggers told me I was the group’s August Bonus Recipe Challenge winner, I knew exactly what recipe I would pick: Grilled California Pizzas. I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to learn how to grill using something besides a.) an expensive piece of meat or b.) a hot dog. And I wanted to try the Barefoot Contessa’s pizza crust.

First, the crust. Basically, you combine the ingredients with your Kitchen-Aid, knead the dough a little, let it rest 30 minutes, and divide it into six balls. The recipe says you can refrigerate the dough for up to four hours, but I’m here to testify that, should company come and offer to pay for a delicious steak dinner, you can store it in the fridge overnight.

So, while I was waiting for the refrigerated dough to come to room temperature, it was time for the Grilling Tutorial. Jeff had already cleaned the grill, so all I had to do was pour the charcoal inside, stack the briquettes into a pyramid shape to control the heat (BABY! I LISTENED!), poured on the lighter fluid, and lit the charcoal. Then it went out, and I lit it again. And again. And one more time. And I MADE FIRE!!!

Once the coals are lit, it takes 30 to 45 minutes to heat the grill. In the meantime, you stand there with the tongs, looking cool, moving the ashy coals to the outside of the pyramid and bringing the still-black coals closer to the fire. Or, if you’re like me, you do that for about 90 seconds and then pass the mic to your husband while you run to the kitchen to prep the dough and pizza toppings.

To prep the dough, you roll and stretch each ball into an 8-inch circle and place the crusts on baking sheets sprinkled with cornmeal.

I didn’t go Contessa-crazy with the toppings. I grabbed some small prep bowls and filled them with odds-and-ends we had in the fridge from the Barefoot Contessa Panzanella – tomato slices, red pepper, yellow pepper, red onion, and basil – plus pepperoni, fresh mozzarella and grilled chicken.

Then, it was Business Time.

The pizza-grilling process moves very quickly, so you want to have everything nearby: crusts, toppings, plates, a fresh set of tongs, pastry brush and olive oil.

The trick is to slide the crusts onto the grill using the baking sheets like pizza peels. It took me two crusts to realize that. The dough looks like it would sink through the metal grid, but the heat sets it up quickly. Grill the crusts for one minute, then turn them over, brush them with olive oil, pile on the toppings, and cook them with the lid down for five minutes.

I went skimpy with the toppings on the first few pizzas, because I was afraid of weighing down the crust and making a hot mess. Trust me, PILE THEM ON. Don’t be afraid to add sauce, either. Once the dough has cooked on the grill for that first minute, the consistency is like flatbread. Load it up.

The recipe makes A LOT of dough, so you might want to scale it back or invite some people over to make their own pizzas. Coming up with different combinations is pretty addictive. While I was grilling, Jeff and I were talking about what we want to try on the pizzas the next time around: homemade pizza sauce; grilled fruit, walnuts and mascarpone; hot sausage and grilled peppers; chicken, onions and barbecue sauce; grilled veggies and goat cheese; chocolate.

And one more thing … I made the full amount of dough, because I was afraid of scorching a few crusts into oblivion, but this recipe is a beginning griller’s dream. Even when I threw two rolled-up crusts onto the grill, they cooked perfectly and tasted delicious. Ina Garten must have a deal with the devil. Or three grills for practicing.

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How I spent my summer vacation

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Internet! So many things have happened since I started moving a few weeks ago. Like sweating. And stinking. To say that I smelled like a 15-year-old boy would be an insult to all 15-year-old boys. And descending into heat-induced madness.

The animals went first.

I’m eating breakfast when I hear something hit the floor. So, I run to the bedroom, thinking Henry the Cat has knocked a moving box off the bed. Then I hear THUNK THUNK THUNK. And there’s my purebred, longed-for, hard-won Henry the Wonderdog, running around the room with his front half stuck in the top of the litter box and Henry the Cat in claws-out pursuit of his box-thievin’ hide. Only Henry can’t see where he’s going on account of the box, so he’s bumping into every table, box, and hamper trying to escape the feline fury. Yelp! Yelp! Hissssssssss.

I catch Henry, dislodge him from the litter box, and toss him into Maximum Security, where he buries his head under a blanket, away from the glare of Henry the Cat, who perches on the coffee table to give him the stink-eye all afternoon.

That dog better not drop the soap anytime soon.

My mind was the next to go. After all the excitement, I had to make a trip to Wal-Mart, where I’m going to have my mail forwarded, and stop by the bank and a few other places. So, Jeff gets home and points to my back pocket: “What’s that?”

I reach around and feel something lacy. Because I have trekked all over town with A PAIR OF PANTIES hanging out of my back pocket. Purple, lacy, undeniable panties.

“Oh my God, I look like a slutty hobo.”

“You put the ‘ho’ in hobo.”

And then we both lost our minds. Jeff and I make our last trip to the old house to replace the toilet seat and drip pans and leave our keys on the kitchen counter. Only, when we get there, the new tenant has already moved in. There we are, about to let ourselves in through the back door as he’s coming out. And we’re just standing there, holding this toilet seat, looking like the WORST JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES EVER.

But now, things are settling down, and we’re settling in. We know where our socks are. The Henrys are back to synchronized napping. And we have actual groceries.

My first recipe at the new house was a Barefoot Bloggers extra challenge: Ina Garten’s Coeur a la Crème with Raspberry and Grand Marnier Sauce. You get the flavor of cheesecake without the baking, and the sauce is pretty amazing. A great pick from Becke of Columbus Foodie.

I’m choosing the August Barefoot Blogger Recipe Challenge, so I hope you sign up. Otherwise I’ll be forced to show up at your house with my panties in my pocket and head in the litter box, offering up the simple gift of a new toilet seat.

P.S. You’ll find the recipe for coeur a la crème with raspberry and Grand Marnier sauce after the jump!

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The Contessa’s Jalapeno Cheddar Cornbread

Today, Barefoot Bloggers around the world are posting Ina Garten’s jalapeno cheddar cornbread. It’s a recipe she prepared on her TV show, “Barefoot Contessa,” for an episode called “The Cat’s Away.” Apparently, when Ina’s husband Jeffrey is away, she makes herself a pan of jalapeno cheddar cornbread and a steaming pot of Mexican chicken soup.

When my husband Jeff is away, I make myself a bowl of Fruity Cheerios.

Jeff’s working late this week, so it seemed like a good time to try Ina’s way. Be warned, her cornbread recipe has a few stunning omissions: a cast-iron skillet, buttermilk, and bacon fat. (Special note to my mom: I KNOW! Maybe they don’t have bacon in Connecticut.) Her cornbread also has three times more flour than cornmeal. Barely yellow, bless its heart.

But I think the Contessa is on to something. The cakelike crumbs soak in soup like a sponge without completely falling apart. And the fresh jalapenos add just enough spice to save the cornbread from being too sweet.

I guess we all have certain things we eat when the cat’s away. Ina has her cornbread and soup. I have my Fruity Cheerios or something Jeff doesn’t like (i.e. fruit salad, brie and crackers, a smoothie). So, I’m curious. What do you have for dinner when it’s just you? Do you make a serious effort or go for the Meal of Least Resistance?

P.S. I’ll get to the soup tomorrow! It’s fast, summery, and delicious hot or cold. Plus, it’s red. Bonus!

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Pasta, pesto, and pea-ness

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Internet, if you thought my baking week couldn’t get any weirder than the catfish cake, you would have been right. Until yesterday. That’s when I spent the day on a cake designed to look like a 2 1/2-foot male member as the final project for my Wilton Fondant and Gumpaste class.

Kidding! Or am I?

No, the cake was a special order for a client’s birthday.

So, I’m finishing this cake when I remember the deadline for the Barefoot Bloggers‘ first official assignment: Pasta, Pesto, and Peas.

I was in luck, because most of the ingredients are house staples: pasta, olive oil, mayo, garlic, spinach, peas. I picked what basil I could from the plants in the backyard (grow, babies, grow!) and made due with the pasta we had–a mixed bag of interesting shapes and unfortunate colors.

While the pasta boiled, I made the pesto (the smell!) and started prepping the other ingredients. I didn’t bother measuring the mayo–just used what was left in the jar. Ina’s recipe calls for defrosted spinach, but we had just the right amount of fresh, so I used it instead.

Even with the recipe cut in half, there was enough pasta salad to feed Lower Guam.

The entire recipe takes about 20 minutes. Plenty of time to grill some chicken, get the drinks on the table, and take a call from your grandmother asking if your cake is circumcised.

Bon appetit!

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Barefoot on a budget

Do you have the Barefoot Contessa fantasy?

The one where you come home to mammoth bouquets of freshly-picked, artfully arranged flowers. Tomato and feta salad packed into Chinese takeout containers. Picnics on the beach and fireside dinners. The perfect cocktail for every meal. A refrigerator filled with exotic cheeses, olives, and homemade lemon curd. And friends who are international experts in garden lighting and table settings.

You know, the fantasy where you’re the Contessa’s husband, Jeffrey.

Guilty as charged.

That’s why I was very excited to find the Barefoot Bloggers, a new group celebrating Ina Garten, aka the Barefoot Contessa. Twice a month, we’ll be cooking and baking from her books and Food Network recipes.

Today’s inaugural recipe was Herbed-Baked Eggs. Gratin dishes filled with eggs, cream, and butter, broiled with a crunchy topping of fresh herbs, Parmesan, and salt and pepper. I even got to use a little of my own freshly-grown basil. How Contessa is that?

Easy and really delicious.

So, I wouldn’t really trade places with Ina’s Jeffrey (those wool sweaters would rub me raw), but I’m looking forward to trying out these recipes with my Jeff. I might even spring for those cute Chinese takeout boxes. He’s worth it.

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