Honey, I Shrunk the Apples!

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Dried apples and pears

Watch out, folks, she’s got a dehydrator and is not afraid to use it!

A few weeks ago I was in an unusual (for me) situation: a little extra cash, 2 Bed, Bath & Beyond gift cards burning a hole in my wallet, and a 20% off coupon to BB&B, all when I had to run an errand in that general direction. What’s a girl to do?

So I bought a dehydrator. The Nesco American Harvest FD-61 Snackmaster Encore Dehydrator and Jerky Maker(affiliate link) to be exact.

Now, this wouldn’t be most folks first inclination, I understand, but I’d actually started wanting one a month or so prior when I started researching an upcoming project. But I didn’t rush off and buy one right then, I at least sat on the idea for a little while, but then the stars aligned and I went for it.

Finally, this weekend, I had a chance to try out my new toy and did, indeed, shrink 2 apples and 1 pear from their usually bulky selves into svelte, streamlined versions, suitable for long-term storage.

First, since apples and pears are both prone to ugly discoloration, they got a 5 minute bath in some lemon-water.

Apple and pear slices soaking in acidulated water to prevent browning

Then it was off to the trays. The pear took up one (the bottom one, since they were supposed to take the longest), and then the apples filled in the 3 upper trays (I’ve yet to buy extra trays, yet, but I think I may, soon, since they really do fill-up quickly). Since you don’t want anything overlapping (slows drying time), the biggest slices went around the perimeter, first, then the others were halved and fit in where the could.

A tray of my dehydrator filled with pear slices

The other 3 trays were filled with apple slices, whole and half-rings

After an hour, the apples had noticeably shrunk in size and were on their way to their waterless destination.

State of the apple slices, 1 hour in the dehydrator

After 2 hours I was shocked to see they seemed to be done!

Calling it! Finished, dehydrated apples after 2 hours

According to the chart in the book it was supposed to take 4 hours, minimum, for the apples, and 6 for the pears. I gave it another 30 minutes, just to be sure, then took out all but a few apples and the pears, which I moved up to the top tray.

The straggler apples and pears going in for one last round

Another 30 minutes and everything was suitably dried.

What might have accounted for their rapid water-loss was the thickness of the slices. I used my mandoline on the smallest setting. Next time I suppose I could go up on the thickness, but maybe not–twice the apples dried in half the time? That might be worth keeping up.

They weren’t like what you buy in the store, though, in the dried fruit section. Ours are leathery and flexible but not moist at all–which is the whole point for storage. As my eventual plans have them being mixed in to other things, being this thin might actually work to their advantage.

I’d hoped to also try out a watermelon in the dehydrator on Sunday but the one I’d bought to experiment with had gone bad while sitting on the counter. Supposedly melons develop a candy-like texture when dehydrated, which still intrigues me. I also wanted to try out the fruit leather tray that came with the dehydrator, but I suppose it’ll wait for another weekend.

That’s the one down-side to dehydrating, though: it takes time. Lots of time. But the machine makes no more noise than your standard fan, and the scent of whatever your drying fills the house after the first hour or so; not a bad trade-off. Once I’ve given it a few more supervised runs (and verifying times, too!), I think I’d be comfortable leaving it running overnight, for the longer processes, while we’re asleep. No different, in that respect, than a slow-cooker, really.

In addition to my melon plans, sweet potatoes and, of course, jerky are all on my dehydrated to-do list.

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FTC Disclaimer: This product review was unsolicited by the manufacturer and based solely on the author’s experience with the product. No compensation of any sort was received for this review.

Meet the Wines: What IS Rosé

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We’ve done the reds, we’ve done the whites, now it’s time to tread the middle and meet the Rosés.

Rosés (Spanish: rosado, Italian: rosato, N.America: sometimes blush) are, generally speaking, a wine with more of a white wine profile from traditionally red wine grapes. And Rosé can be produced in three ways–two of which I knew about.

  • Skin Contact starts out like regular red wine, with the grape skins hanging out with the juice, but instead of co-macerating for the long haul, the skins are pulled out after only a few days, leaving the wine on the pink end of the spectrum but well before the tannins of red wine can develop.
  • Blending is just what it sounds like: you take the white, you take the red, you take them both and then you have? No, not the facts of life, the truth of Rosé. Only, well, this isn’t the usual way of doing things. It actually seems to be frowned upon except in Champagne, France, but even there the 3rd method is more popular.
  • Saignée (no, don’t ask me how to say it, either), is similar to Skin Contact but instead of draining the skins out to produce a light-colored wine, some of the early wine is drained off to concentrate the remaining red wine, and then the juice that was taken out gets fermented on its own.

And if you leave the skins in white wine you can actually end up with Orange wine, still considered, in the grand scheme of things, a Rosé.

Over the next 4 weeks I’m going to be sharing 4 random Rosés and, yes, I’ll even sample my least favorite wine ever: White Zinfandel (only I’m hoping the wine guys can steer me to a decent one).

The things I do for this blog 😉

Going Back to E Street

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Last weekend we were in Jacksonville for Ancient City Convention and one of the many things we were looking forward to was another visit (or 2) to European Street Cafe.

But out first night, after driving the 2.5 hours to get to town, checking in out our hotel and unpacking, and then heading to the convention hotel to set up, E Street was closed by the time we headed that way again. In fact, at 10pm on a Thursday night, most places were already closed and we drove around for a while before finding the Hurricane Grill, whose sign announced a recent change to staying open until midnight on Thursdays!  Hallelujah!

Of course, by this point I was rapidly approaching a level of hungry best described as “stupid hungry” so I located the least-complicated option on the menu (wings, etc. had sauce options and there were a ridiculous number of sauces to choose from) and ordered a burger with mushrooms and bacon.

Bacon and Mushroom Burger from Hurricane Grill

Man, but that was a good burger.

Sure, it could have been the hunger talking, any port in a storm-style, but I still say it was a good burger. And, hey, it turns out we’ve got one here in Tallahassee, so we could always go back and see if it really was as good as it seemed.

Friday night, though, was another story. We stopped by our hotel long enough to unload the car and for me to change out of my heels, and it was off the E Street for some wonderful German sausage. (We just don’t have any good German restaurants in Tallahassee, that I’m aware of; it’s a shame, really.)

We started with a celebratory Lambic each (Peach for me, Raspberry for Todd) as it had been a very good day at the convention and we were feeling mighty deserving.

Lambics in frosty Guinness glasses at European Street Cafe

Then, instead of the Beer Cheese Soup in a Bread bowl ($5.75) that we got during last year’s visit, I noticed they had a Pretzel Bread appetizer ($2.50) and my mouth watered. Their pretzel bread is like heaven, and there was even an option to order it with Boursin cheese spread ($6.50). Yes, please!

Pretzel Bread and Boursin from European Street Cafe

For entrees we went straight for the sausage. Todd ordered the German Sausage Sampler (with Knockwurst and Bavarian Bratwurst, hot German potato salad, sauerkraut, and–swoon!–a pretzel bread stick; $8).

German Sausage Sampler from European Street Cafe

While I went with the German Bavarian Bratwurst sandwich (with sauerkraut and chips; $5.50).

German Bavarian Bratwurst Sandwich from European Street Cafe

After all of that (and, oh, was it delicious) we were too full to have dessert there, but did take a slice of cake, each, from their bakery case, back to the hotel.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end on that high note. I, being caught up in the excitement of the day (first by finding my wedding dress that morning at a charity sale in the convention hotel, then by the great sales day at the convention itself), failed to eat very much over the course of the day so I paid dearly for my indulgence at dinner. I spent most of the night with an upset stomach and was still feeling a little green the next morning. Lesson learned, I assure you.

Seeing as I was still not 100% after the 8am-7pm convention day on Saturday, we opted for my comfort food of choice that night and got some take-out from a local Chinese place. Pretty much the same menu as any other Chinese take-out place, China Joy wasn’t anything worth writing home about, but Egg Drop soup always seems to soothe.

Sunday night, after making sure I ate more throughout the day, we went back to E Street for our last meal of the trip. I was in the mood for a simple (but good!) club sandwich and who happens to have an entire selection (11 in total) of clubs? Yup, E Street! I ordered the Club European ($8)..

Club European sandwich from European Street Cafe

While Todd went with the Pastrami and Roast Beef Club($8). Both coming with a pickle spear and chips, and we both opted for sourdough as our bread option.

Pastrami and Roast Beef Club from European Street Cafe

My one tiny little quibble with my sandwich is that they only put mayo on the bottom slice of bread. Which meant both the middle and top slices had an un-smeared (and, therefore, dry) side. I have a thing about dry bread on sandwiches (similar to my dislike of dry salad greens in a salad): I don’t like ’em. Good thing it’s an easy fix–they brought me more mayo and I was happy.

We’ve yet to have a bad meal at European Street Cafe and have another trip to Jacksonville planned for November. We’ll only be in town one night but, somehow, I don’t think they’ll be a question of where to eat.

Do you ever look forward to a trip because of where you get to eat?

A Hot Way to Cool Down

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Ahh, rum. It was my spirit of choice back when I hit the legal drinking age (no, really, I was a goody two shoes and didn’t drink until I was 21*), probably because I grew up watching Aunt Marie mix Pina Coladas at my grandmother’s wet bar and I just thought that was the life, right there.

(*Except for that Thanksgiving we were in Louisiana and the legal drinking age was still 18. And, when unsure of what to order, my companion said “Order an Amaretto Sour–it’s what I get when I’m driving.”)

Rum and coke, fruity rum libations, rum balls, rum cake… rum and I were friends.

Funny, though, when I look back at the cocktails I’ve created over the last couple of years, not many of them have been rum-based! What’s even more shocking is that I’ve been favoring vodka and gin over my beloved rum, and I used to think vodka was the supreme evil after one disastrous night about 10 years ago. (Truth be told, it wasn’t the vodka’s fault, that night can be chalked up entirely to questionable choices on my part, only alleviated by a guardian angel with the patience of a saint.)

Still, rum and I go way back, which is why this recipe that I was sent on behalf of Cruzan flavored rums sounded worth sharing with y’all, today.

Cruzan Chocolate Covered Cherry Frozen Cocktail CRUZAN® CHOCOLATE COVERED CHERRY

2 parts Cruzan® Black Cherry Rum
1 part Cruzan® Vanilla Rum
1/2 part Chocolate Syrup
1 part Milk
Splash Grenadine

Combine all ingredients in a blender with 1/2 cup of ice and blend until smooth. Pour into a chilled glass drizzled with chocolate sauce. Top with whipped cream and garnish with a cherry.

I’m not usually big on frozen cocktails these days, but even I’m intrigued by this one. And while I haven’t tried Cruzan’s Black Cherry or Vanilla rums, I was certainly pleased with their Pineapple rum back when I was on a Caipirinha kick a couple summer’s ago!

~Cheers!

First Impressions: Kiku Japanese Fusion

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The other night I just flat-out did NOT feel like cooking.

I’d been craving some “real” sushi for weeks and decided that would be the night we’d try out Kiku, a sushi place just up the road that was forever advertising a buy-one-get-one sushi roll special.

Because of the advertisements I was expecting something along the lines of a Sumo Sabi (the fast-food of sushi, essentially) but I’d heard good things about their quality. However, when we walked in, we were met with dark wood, dim lighting, and an extensive menu of rolls, maki, and other delicacies.

I was pleasantly surprised.

The rumors of their quality were not exaggerated. Todd and I each partook of the BOGO (which, for supper, consisted of purchasing one of their specialty rolls and getting a more “standard” roll for free) and that gave us each plenty of food for a meal, even though at first glance it didn’t look like all that much.

The thing about sushi is that you don’t just wolf it down and ask for more. If you savor each piece and actually have a conversation while you eat, your body registers it’s fullness by the end of the meal, not when you’re in the middle of seconds and have already gone too far!

Todd chose the Fire Dragon Maki and the (crabmeat) Spicy Roll…

Crabmeat Spicy Roll and Fire Dragon Maki from Kiku Japanese Fusion, Tallahassee, Florida

While I went with the Candy Bar Maki and the Spider Roll.

Spider Roll and Candy Bar Maki from Kiku Japanese Fusion, Tallahassee, FL

It’s tough to choose a favorite. We both shared a piece of each of our rolls but otherwise reveled in our choices. With a name like Candy Bar you kind of expect indulgence. Still, it hard to describe the creaminess of this roll. Part of it was due to the avocado, of course, but it as more than just that. The silky texture, the mild but not bland flavor–every time I think about it I want to go back and get another one!

It was so good, in fact, that Todd admitted he wasn’t really sure he was in the mood for sushi when I suggested it, but by the end of the meal he was more than a little glad he came.

With the buy-one-get-one deal, our supper of delicious sushi cost just a smidgen over $40, including tip. It’s not something we’ll be doing on a regular basis, but definitely high on the list when we’re next craving sushi. And their lunch specials seem even more reasonable, price-wise (though the selection is relatively limited for the BOGO specials).

I’ve decided to start rating these reviews and impressions. Based on this singular experience, I’m giving our meal at Kiku Japanese Fusion 5 out of 5 Bites.

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This impression of Kiku Japanese Fusion, located at 3491 Thomasville Rd, Suite 12, in Tallahassee, Florida, was unsolicited and based purely on the experience of the writer.