Uova in Purgatorio (Eggs in Purgatory)

Yesterday was Meatless Monday! If I'm observing MM, then it can only mean - I am officially on a diet! (This means John too. Well, maybe...He's not very obedient. He did eat this recipe like it was fatteningly tasty, however.)

John and I just got back from a vacation. We visited his brother J in Tallahassee, FL. No idea that the city and area were so beautiful! Northern, pan-handle Florida is an area of the US I'd never visited before. Would highly recommend the city for a visit. Interestingly we ate the best Indian food ever, at a restaurant called Essence of India. If you're in town, go.

On to the food! Eggs in Purgatory is a classic Italian dish. If you've never tried eggs in tomato sauce, OMG, you've got to. No, really. This is not a joke.

I used my Lazy Spaghetti sauce recipe. In this particular LS sauce I used a yellow bell pepper, half a large onion, 5 small fresh tomatoes and fresh spinach. Delicious, as always. And sooooo easy. I did use more than the normal quantity of wine in it, too. I pan-fried my garlic, onion and bell pepper, then added around 1/2 a cup of red chianti. Reduced to half.

This recipe comes from The Sopranos Family Cookbook, I'd never heard of placing eggs in spaghetti .sauce before find Uova in Purgatorio. I've changed it too my own tastes (of course!) There is so much to learn about cooking, it's rather mind numbing to think about.

Why is it called 'Eggs in Purgatory?' That's what I wanna know! (I've got this insatiable need to know ever more useless information.) Purgatory is a mostly defunct Christian belief, that involved this 'other' place, between heaven and hell, where dead souls went before judgement by Christ. (It's also a Kabbalah belief. Ever seen Lost, anyone?) Nowadays, I'd say that the belief is in pretty much instantaneous judgement - either your going down or up, based on your life's actions, on the moment of death. The eggs 'hang' in the sauce, just like purgatory. My poor eggs. Not sure what they did, I mean, they had such a short, short life, but it was sadly straight down for them! (And it was a quick journey, too.)

A few notes on making your uova:

Make the sauce first, in a wide pan like you see in my photo up top. Do two eggs per person eating. Place the first egg in a ramekin, like you see here. Holding a large serving spoon in one hand, egg loaded ramekin in the other, stand over your pot of bubbling sauce, set spoon in the spot you want the egg to go, and gently drop the egg onto the spoon. Slide spoon out from egg. Repeat for each egg. Voila.

Cover the pan, or else your eggs will cook completely from below. I cooked each egg for six minutes at medium heat. This left a runny yolk, which is how it should be. It can be adjusted for taste of course! You then mix the yolk in with your pasta and sauce, which is delicious and why you SHOULD NOT hard cook the egg. Just do as I say, m'kay?

I served this with whole wheat linguine on the side, mixed with a touch of Parmesan cheese.

Pozole

It is freezing outside! There is something about the Kentucky cold that affects me more than the Nebraska winter ever did. I'm thinking its the damp - Kentucky is the wettest state in the continental US. Owensboro is right on the Ohio river, too, which only adds to the pain. Sinks into my bones, this cold does!

The solution to cold days is soup, of course. Spicy soup, savory soup. Sunday turned out to be a very wet day in Kentucky. It rained, literally, the entire day! And the day before that, too. And the day before that... When the rain stopped, the temperature dropped to around 20 degrees - so, went from 60 degrees, to 20, in a day. Yikes! Shocked my system.

Pozole is a traditional Mexican soup. I found the recipe off another cooking blog - FoodWineThyme.com. A very cute blog, and full of good recipes! I'd never heard of Pozole until stumbling across it on FoodWineThyme. I've been wanting to try more 'authentic' Mexican recipes for some time now, and can never get enough of any food that is spicy, so I gave it a shot.

Finding the unusual guajillo chilies was the first challenge. I'd assumed I was going to have to order them online (available on amazon.com), but while exploring a grocery store I rarely-if-never-ever go to (Save-a-lot, which is kind of gross, but I'm never afraid to explore), I found a HUGE Mexican section. Had all kinds of unusual peppers, got my bag of 12 guajillos for $2.50! Loves me a good deal.

The guajillo chilies released the most amazing fragrance while roasting on the frypan. I'm trying to come up with a word to describe it - pungent, but in a way like Jamaican All-spice. Very unique. I loved it. Soaking them softens the peppers for blending. Mine were still a little tough after 25 minutes, it might be better to let them go for 30 minutes instead.

Roasted tomatoes are a delightful eating joy that I do not take advantage of enough. Roasting brings out flavors in a food in ways that no other cooking method can. The best form of roasting is over an open fire, aka grilling. My only wish was that I'd had fresh, from the garden tomatoes, instead of these store bought ones. Nothing could be tastier than home grown, uber umami garden tomatoes. (Umami, by the way, is a word to describe the unusual savory flavor in a tomato.)

John and I both really liked this soup. Not too spicy, just enough to warm you up. Make sure to blend the guajillos really well, if you leave large chunks, then you WILL be in for spicy shock! Removing the seeds from the peppers reduces spiciness, too. Guajillos are definitely not a hot pepper, however. Mild, with an unusual flavor. There are so many pepper types out there that are mostly unknown in American cuisine.

A very tasty dish! Time consuming, but worth it.

Kentucky Bourbon Fruitcake

I'm back! All the holidays are over (thank you Lord). John and I have had a crazy holiday schedule. I've barely gotten to cook or bake! I did, however, start and finish a project I've been wanting to try for sometime now - Kentucky Bourbon Fruitcake.

I've heard women around town talk about these cakes before - usually Mamaw (pronounced Mam'maw) made it, and then forced it on kids, grandkids, neighbors, party-goers, visitors, and any other fool that came around. Few Kentucky ladies have ever actually made one. The reason? This cake took 4 weeks, from start to finish, before eating!


This is the booziest desert I believe I'll ever make. An ENTIRE BOTTLE of Woodford Reserve went into this thing. (Most expensive cake too, I'll bet.) I felt lightheaded after eating a whole piece!

It starts by soaking 1 1/2 pounds of fruit (I used candied cherries, citron, dates and dried apricots), allowed to steep overnight. The fruit quantity can be bumped up, if desired. These could have been soaked for longer, but I'm an impatient person. Some recipes call for 48 hours of bourbon soaking. A half pound or so of nuts rolled in honey and flour also went in.

After the soaking, I made the batter, which I placed into a parchment lined tube pan. If there is a smart way to line tube pans with parchment paper, somebody let me know, because it was a pain. Place batter in lined-pan (I placed my batter in and then realized I'd forgotten to fold in the nuts. So I scooped it out, added the nuts, then placed it back in tube pan. Ugh. Genius.)

Fruitcake must be baked very slowly at low temperatures. I baked mine for 3 and a half hours! That's longer than cheesecake. Some recipes suggest longer times, I took mine from the Junior League of Owensboro's To Market, To Market cookbook, and this is what they suggested. Came out perfectly, and with no pan of water in the oven. It was quite tasty immediately after baking. John was nibbling off what was to become the bottom as it cooled, taking chunks when I wasn't looking. Had a consistency like a very dense dessert bread at this point. (Once John had nibbled, I nibbled, too. You can see the holes in the back area in the photo below.)


Once the cake cooled enough, I flipped it over and added some pecans on the top, for visual effect. The next step then is to brush the entire cake with bourbon, and then wrap it in a bourbon soaked cheesecloth. Use the remaining liquid from the fruit for this. I brushed the cake with these leftovers, and then soaked my cheesecloth in it, until all the leftover liquid was gone. The cherries had turned the liquor a faded red in color, which it gave to the cake's exterior. I liked it, personally.

My cake looked like a poorly mummified I don't-know-what after wrapping. Ready to go into Pharaoh's tomb for a thousand years. With all that alcohol in there, it just might have lasted, too. Ever hear those corny fruitcake jokes this time of year? The alcohol works as a preservative, making it last a really, really, really long time.

I was soooo mad when I thought my phone had died permanently. These pictures would have been lost, if I couldn't get them off. Thankfully, I did. Some day, (when I've saved up enough), I will get a real camera, (a Canon Rebel Digital T4i DSLR please), and then we'll have some REAL pictures, not just camera phone ones!

To the left here is my cake a week and a half in. So, it's been sitting in my fridge for 10 days. The cake needs to be checked periodically and brushed with more bourbon again, to prevent it from drying out. I unwrapped it from its aluminum foil covering, then undid the cloth, and brushed it inside and out. The center hole needed a lot more bourbon than the outsides.

After waiting for so long, I can't tell you how nervous I was about seeing the final product. There's nothing quite like finding out you made something awful, or that you messed completely up, after weeks and weeks of waiting. When I cut into it however, I practically gasped at how beautiful the cake looked. This camera does it no justice!! The colors were wonderful. Tasted pretty good, too. And it made me feel good... The bourbon flavor was muted for the most part, but every now and then, if I bit into a large piece of fruit, I'd taste it. Not so sure that pregnant women or children should be eating this desert.  :)

John, I just ate three pieces of bourbon fruitcake. Think I'm safe to drive?

(Kidding. I could only eat one. Too rich!)