Something with Pumpkin for My Valentine

It was five years ago that I made my then boyfriend, now husband, pumpkin cookies. I think at the time he was a little skeptical of what pumpkin was doing in a cookie. Apparently, up until that point in his life, pumpkin came out only once a year and in the form of a pie, never a cookie (unless of course it was a pumpkin for carving). He tried my pumpkin cookies though, and after just one bite declared his love for those pumpkin cookies, crowned them King of all cookies and now request them throughout the year regardless of the number of months that separate us from Thanksgiving. Five years ago, I had no idea that I had created a monster, a pumpkin loving monster, who over and over again request “something with pumpkin” whenever I ask him what he would like for a particular occasion.  

As Valentine's Day rolled around this year, I knew I wanted to make him a very special meal, one that would show just how much I love him and how thankful I am that he is my Valentine, not just on February 14th, but every day of the year. But when I asked him if he had any special request for his Valentine’s Day dinner the only thing I got out of him was “something with pumpkin.” No decadent chocolate soufflé, no chocolate candies in the shape of hearts, nothing that had anything to do with romance, love or anything Valentine’s Day related. He wanted pumpkin. I should have suspected as much seeing as how on his last birthday he did the same thing and requested a Pumpkin Cake rather than a traditional birthday cake (darn those pumpkin cookies). But no, I was caught off guard once again and needed to come up with “something with pumpkin” that was worthy to follow the beef tenderloin with red wine mushroom sauce, mushroom risotto, broccoli and rosemary bread dinner that I had planned for that evening. 

We didn’t need another course added to our meal, so pumpkin soup was a no go. I was already planning on mushroom risotto, so pumpkin risotto wouldn’t work. Dessert was the only course remaining that I could squeeze in something pumpkin. I couldn’t make pumpkin cookies though, they were already made too often and just not elegant or special enough for this occasion, no matter how tasty they were. Pumpkin Pie was out of the question, it just didn’t feel right. I had already made Pumpkin Cake with Maple Frosting for his birthday and really did not feel like repeating myself. So in desperation I turned to my favorite culinary reads and once again was not let down. Fine Cooking provided me with the perfect “something with pumpkin” recipe that was elegant, simple to make and added the perfect touch to our Valentine's Day's meal: Pumpkin Cake with Sage. 


I started off by combining all of the dry ingredients into one bowl: flour, baking powder, ground ginger and salt.

Next, I melted a stick and a half of butter and freshly chopped sage in a small sauce pan.

Once the butter mixture had cooled, I combined it with a cup of sugar, a cup of brown sugar, fresh pumpkin puree, 3 eggs and a splash of vanilla. 

Next, I gradually added in the flour mixture and stirred until combined.

Finally, I scrapped the batter into a greased bundt cake pan and baked at 375 degrees for about 45 minutes. 

Once the cake had cooled, I removed it from the pan and decorated with with fresh leaves of sage. 

Although completely unexpected, this "something with pumpkin" was a great addition to our Valentine's Day. I had been worried that a pumpkin dessert would not be special enough on the day ruled by chocolate and I really wanted to make the perfect dinner for my very deserving husband. So as he took his first bite, I watched in great anticipation. My Valentine fell in love though and said it was even better than his pumpkin birthday cake. He is somehow already trying to determine when he can request this cake again... Memorial Day, 4th of July, some random day in March? In the meantime though, he has plenty of leftovers to keep this Valentine's Day going for the rest of the week. 

Happy Valentine's Day to all! And to my Valentine, thank you for being mine. 

Super Stitions, Super Meal, Super Bowl

I have a somewhat superstitious husband. If one of his teams loses while he's wearing a particular shirt, he won't wear it again for the rest of the season (sorry "baby blue Malkin", so long "6th Seed"). If a game's unfolding poorly, he'll quickly switch seats, and trust that by doing so, he'll have some direct, karmic influence on the outcome. During Steelers games, he's particularly intense. He nervously clenches, then furiously waves his ratty, and increasingly misshapen Terrible Towel. And, for some bizarre reason, he refuses to wash it until the end of the season. By Week 17, the thing is disgusting ... you seriously have no idea. A season's worth of sweat, sauce and saliva, all stained on a faded yellow rag. I have contemplated sneaking it into the wash before, but always decide it's just not worth it. So last week when I was asking him to submit his request for his Super Bowl meal, he reminded me that two years ago I made pulled pork sandwiches for the Super Bowl and what happened? The Steelers won their sixth ring. So obviously I would be making pulled pork sandwiches again this year to ensure the Steelers their seventh title. My pulled pork was 1-0, and you just don't mess with a winning combination.

So for Super Bowl Sunday, after all food requests had been submitted, this was our menu:

Appetizer (to be served during the 1st quarter): Mushroom and White Cheese stuffed Pierogies
Main Course (to be served at halftime): Pulled Pork Sandwiches and coleslaw
Dessert (to be served during the 4th quarter): "Black and Yellow" Ice Cream Sandwiches 


I had never made pierogies before, so I was anticipating a challenge with our appetizer course. I started off by making a basic pierogi dough. I combined 3 1/2 cups of flour, 3 eggs, a little bit of sour cream and about 1/2 a cup of water into a large bowl. After stirring the ingredients together, the dough was still dry and flaky, so I gradually added another 1/2 cup of water until the mixture came together.

Next, I floured the counter top and began to knead the dough. I continued doing so until it was smooth and only slightly sticky (which should take no more than five minutes).

I wrapped the dough in plastic wrap and left it on the counter to rest for about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I got a head start on the pork by preparing a dry rub.

For my rub, I wanted something full-flavored with a touch of heat. I combined brown sugar, Hungarian paprika, cayenne pepper, salt and black pepper in a small bowl.

Next, after trimming off a little bit of the excess fat, I coated the pork with the rub until it was completely covered.

 I then sautéed an onion in the dutch oven before adding in the pork. 

Next, I added about 1/3 cup of Apple Cider vinegar, a little bit of tomato paste, Worcestershire sauce, Dijon mustard and about 1/2 a cup of barbecue sauce. At this point, all the hard work was done and there was nothing left to do but allow time and low heat to work its magic.

Once the meat was cooking away, it was time to whip up the filling for the pierogies. I was not a huge fan of the idea of (the more traditional) potato-filled pierogies (wrapping one starch in another seemed a tad excessive, and a bit filling for a mid-evening appetizer). Since my husband agreed to trying something a little different, I decided to go with a mushroom and cheese filling. I began by cleaning and chopping up a whole package of mushrooms. I sautéed those just until soft.

I then shredded about a cup of aged white cheddar, which we picked up at Milwaukee's MetroMart. 

I combined these two ingredients into a bowl and seasoned them with a little black pepper, salt and onion powder, then set aside until it was time to fill the pierogies. 

I then set off to roll out and shape my pierogies. This would have been the perfect opportunity to break out my new pasta machine that I got for Christmas, but I kept thinking to myself that I could handle this all on my own. Well, I could, and I did, but because of this, my pierogies ended up a little on the large side. Next time, I think I'll try the pasta machine and see if it makes a difference.

To shape the pierogies, I took about a tablespoon or so of dough rolled it into a ball and then rolled it out on a floured surface into the best circle I could with a rolling pin (be sure to cover the finished dough with a towel to avoid drying out). I did this over and over again until all the dough had been used.

It was finally time to fill the pierogies. I did so by taking a spoonful of my mushroom and cheese filling and placing it in the center of the dough. 

I then folded it in half and enclosed the edges by pinching the sides together. I repeated this step until all of the pierogies had been filled and sealed.

When Christina Aguiliera forgot the words to the National Anthem, I took it as my cue to cook the pierogies. To do so, I brought a large pot of water to a boil. Once it was fully boiling, I added in the piergoies and allowed them to cook until they had been floating at the top of the water for about 4 or 5 minutes. 

After all of the pierogies had been removed from the water, I heated up a little bit of olive oil in a sauté pan. I wanted my peirogies to have a little bite, and a nice outer crisp, so I sauteed them for a few minutes, before finally seasoning them with a little bit of black pepper, and serving them to my ever so anxious husband. 

And.... they were a hit! Although Adam said so with a little bit too much of surprise in his voice, I knew they were a success when there were no leftovers. Sautéing them added a wonderful texture and the white cheddar provided a rich flavor that really made the filling stand out. The only thing I need now is to master is how to make them a little bit smaller!

Throughout the course of the day, I had been checking on the pork and stirring it as needed. By the time the Black Eyed Peas were warming up their mics (and dusting off their Light Bright shoulder pads), the pork was juicy, tender and already falling apart. Adam asked me if I needed him to shred the meat, but the job was basically done and with very little effort. As soon as I would pick up a piece of pork with the tongs, the meat would literally fall apart. Perfect!

I toasted the buns, topped them with a heaping serving of pulled pork, plated up the coleslaw that Adam made, and got ready to enjoy a less than glamorous halftime show.

By the 4th quarter, it looked like the Steelers would complete their comeback, and it was time to prepare the final course of our meal. Earlier that morning I had whipped up a batch of my favorite Double Chocolate Chip cookies for the"sandwich" part of the ice cream sandwiches. I loaded them up with a generous amount of vanilla ice cream and then rolled the edges in yellow sugar to complete my fabulous "Black and Yellow" ice cream sandwiches. 

Although the outcome of the game was not what we had hoped for, the meal was even better than expected. The pierogies were a great first time attempt and even impressed a Pittsburgh native; the pulled pork was bursting with flavor and could not have been more tender; and the ice cream sandwiches were the perfect comfort as the game came to a very disappointing, and anticlimactic end. Knowing my superstitious husband though, I can't imagine he will be requesting this meal the next time the Steelers play in the Super Bowl, but I  have no doubt that all three of these courses will be made again. We will just have to wait until next year for that seventh ring. 

Vegetable Casserole

Eating takes on a whole new meaning when pregnant. I am constantly trying to come up with meals that don't make me want to gag, provide good nutrients for the baby and do not show up on the dreaded "do not eat" list. I've read in several books that by this point in my pregnancy, the baby has already developed his or her taste buds. Meaning the foods I eat from here on out will not only play a huge role in the health and development of my baby, but can also help determine what types of foods the baby will be inclined to eat once he or she is born. Upon learning this my first thought was of vegetables and how I could incorporate as many possible varieties into all of my meals (Adam's first thought was, "Eat as much meatloaf as possible!"). So, in an attempt to get this kid on a healthy eating track I decided to try out a new vegetable casserole with a little help and inspiration from my good friends at Food and Wine.


Pregnancy friendly dish #1: Vegetable Casserole


Ingredients:
Olive Oil
1.5 lbs of zucchini
1.5 lbs of eggplant
1/2 of an onion
1 lb of tomatoes
Blend of Italian Cheeses such as Parmesan and other pasteurized hard cheeses (the original recipe called for feta, but soft cheeses such as feta are on the "do not eat" list for pregnancy - a blend of hard Italian cheeses are a great substitution)
Fresh basil
1/3 cup of panko crumbs
Salt and pepper to taste


First preheat the oven to 425 degrees and prepare the ingredients by slicing both the eggplant and zucchini lengthwise. Make sure to slice them approximately 1/3 of an inch thick. If you slice them too thin (as I did with a few of mine) they will brown too quickly in the oven and will not hold up as well in the casserole. Once the eggplant and zucchini have all been sliced, lay them on an oiled baking sheet and season with olive oil, salt and pepper. Bake until soft or about 10-15 minutes.

Next, chop up all of the tomatoes and dice up 1/2 of the onion. Heat a bit of oil in a large pan. Add the onion and allow to soften for a few minutes. Next add in all of the tomatoes and allow to cook until the tomatoes soften and the sauce begins to thicken. Season with salt and pepper.

Once the eggplant and zucchini have been removed from the oven, it is time to begin layering the casserole. Start by using half of the eggplant in the bottom of the pan. Next spread part of the tomato sauce on top until there is a nice coating over the eggplant. Sprinkle with chopped basil and the Italian cheeses. Next add a layer of the zucchini and then another layer of tomato sauce and basil. Add the rest of the eggplant and zucchini and top it off with the last bits of tomato and cheese. Finally, in a separate bowl, mix the panko crumbs with a tablespoon or so of olive oil and sprinkle over the entire casserole.

Bake at 425 degrees for about 20 minutes or until bubbling. 

Serve with a lean protein like chicken for the perfect pregnancy friendly meal. I went with an easy roasted chicken that I seasoned with oregano, basil, onion powder and a little garlic salt and cooked until crisp and juicy.

This casserole can also be a great lunch or snack and heats up wonderfully the next day. It is one that mom and baby (and its meatloaf-loving dad) can enjoy.

Here are a few benefits for both mom and baby founds in theses ingredients:


Eggplant - a good source of fiber, Thiamin and Vitamin K. Also very low in saturated fat and cholesterol.
Zucchini - provides folate, potassium, and vitamin A as well as an extensive list of minerals. 
Tomato - a great source of Vitamin C which aids in tissue repair and fiber which aids in digestion. All vital to overall pregnancy health. 
Cheese - 1 oz provides about 300 mg of calcium which is crucial for the development of strong bones as well as muscle, heart and nerve development. Also a good source of vitamin A and D.
Olive Oil - a good source of monounsaturated fat (the good fat!). Heart healthy for both mom and baby.
Chicken - 4 oz gives about 25 grams of protein which plays a huge role in the growth of the baby. Also a good source of vitamin B and iron. 


To find further nutritional information visit the United States Department of Agricultural website.

baby and cheese and bread

A lot of changes have been happening recently. Changes that have affected both my diet and, in some ways, my cooking. They have all been good changes, wonderful changes in fact, but nonetheless, have had me quite busy.

Change #1:

In mid-October my husband and I received the best piece of news of 2010. Well, technically I received the news first and then, while trembling, attempted to share the news with him as well. In June of 2011 we will be adding a new member to our little family - we are going to have a baby! 

Finding out you are going to be a parent for the first time invokes a great number of emotions. First, there was the overwhelming excitement that made my hands tremble and my voice shake as I attempted to tell my husband (according to him, I didn’t need to say anything, the look on my face gave it away). Then there was a bit of nervousness that started to boil up inside and I quickly found myself asking a million questions. ‘Am I ready to be someone’s mother?’ ‘Can we afford to have a baby?’ ‘How do I pick a doctor?’ ‘How should we tell our families?’ ‘When should we tell our friends?’ ‘What foods should I avoid?’ ‘Should I stop running?’ ‘Am I getting enough calcium?’ ‘Should I have started a prenatal already?’ There were probably one thousand other questions that ran through my head in about a 2 minute span, but you get the idea.

After the nervousness calmed down, reality started to set in and my extreme excitement quickly took its place. At our first doctor's appointment, we were able to get many of our questions answered and I was also handed me a packet (as in multiple pages stapled together) of all the foods and drinks I am not allowed to consume while pregnant, hence the change in diet:

No lunch meat unless heated until steaming

No raw foods, including but not limited to sushi or raw eggs (there goes batter tasting!)

Limit caffeine intake to 300 mg or less a day

No soft cheeses

Limited seafood intake to one serving per week

No fish with high contents of Mercury (swordfish, shark, king mackerel, etc.)

All meat must be cooked to well done

No artificial sweeteners

No alcohol (obviously)

No mayonnaise or mayonnaise-based products unless made at home

Limit number of processed foods

No Herbal teas

No smoked or cured meats

No Apple cider or any other unpasteurized beverages

Again the list went on and on - for 8 plus pages. As a first time mother-to-be I am more than happy to follow these rules and perhaps a little bit too uptight about them (although sometimes, especially when you are 6 weeks pregnant and traveling through Europe, it can be very difficult and unnerving to find foods that you are allowed to eat - like the one time in Fussen, Germany when I unknowingly ate an item from the do not eat list and then proceeded to cry for 20 minutes while my poor husband tried to console me by telling me women have been having babies for centuries and most likely ate things from the "do not eat list"), so the rules have changed my eating habits a bit and forced me to look a little bit more carefully before throwing an item into the shopping cart or ordering off of a menu. 

In addition to the required changes, my appetite has also had its ups and downs. There are days when nothing sounds appetizing and the thought of eating turns my stomach; then there are days when I am starving all day long, no matter how much or what I consume. Every day brings something new - and I never know what the baby is going to want to eat that particular day. For example, in my first trimester I could not get enough carrots. I ate so many carrots that I started to worry that our baby may actually come out orange. It’s been an adventure, but of the best kind and I have been working on and experimenting with many pregnancy friendly meals to share here with all of you. So stay tuned! 

Change # 2:

After we found out that we were expecting, we also decided to change our surroundings. My husband was offered a great job in Milwaukee, so after the holidays, we packed up our belongings and headed north to the great state of cheese. Although we have not been here for too long, I can already tell that the culture in Milwaukee will have an influence on our cooking and eating habits. Not only do they love their cheese, beer and fried foods here, but there are also an abundance of food stores (finally, a Whole Foods!) and a vast array of restaurants options. I can only imagine that in the next few months as we explore our new city and become familiar with our  new surroundings, that there will be many blog worthy meals. 

As for now, I am sitting in our furniture-less condo waiting for the Time-Warner Cable man to arrive and hook up our Internet. Once that is done, I can guarantee, many more posts. And once I fully explore the city, I hope to integrate all of the great food, flavors and cooking styles this part of the country has to offer; but the beer tasting and brewery tours will have to wait another six months! 

Italian Favorites

I have been quiet for awhile. Not because I wanted to or because I was not cooking, but rather because the husband and I were traipsing our way across Europe. Two of our weeks were spent falling in love with Italian food and with every taste and every bite new ideas came to mind. I cannot count the number of times my husband said "we have to make this when we get home." From pastas and pizzas to soups, salads, pastries and gelato, we were treated to something new and exciting every day.


Although there were many great restaurants and cafes (some fabulous, others somewhat less fabulous), there were three main places that stood out in our minds and would persuade me to fly all the way back to Italy just to experience them again. So in case anyone out there is thinking about taking a trip to Italy, here are my three Italian favorites:


1. Trattoria da Fiore - San Marco 3461, Calle delle Botteghe, Venezia

My husband found this restaurant on our first night in Venice. We had no idea what to expect, but as we watched many locals stream in, we figured it must to be worth the try. We were met by a very friendly staff who seated us at the front of the restaurant right next to the window which allowed for an endless amount of people watching. The restaurant itself was simply yet nicely decorated with a full anti pasta bar that the waiters would prepare mouthwatering plates of food from. After reviewing our menu multiple times, I settled on a simple pasta with fresh crab meat and the husband ordered linguini Frutti di Mare.


Within no time, we were both served the most beautiful bowls of pasta. They were simply prepared, but each bite was perfection. We were both so impressed - and it was the simplicity of the dishes that made them so wonderful. Rather than being weighed down with thick sauces and heavy pastas, we were treated to fresh pastas dressed in light sauces and drizzled with olive oil and seafood that tasted exactly as they should. Our dishes were not over done with spice and cream, instead, they were true to their ingredients, and better for it. The only thing I could have asked for was more.


2. Trattoria le Mossacce - Via del Proconsolo, 55r, Firenze

We actually discovered this Florentine restaurant because of a rave review in one of our travel books. It was a bit of a hike from our hotel and there was a bit of a wait when we arrived, but the food made it all worth it. It is one of those places that you immediate feel like you are home upon entering. We sat at a table with one other couple and a young man who was dining alone. It was crowded with tables on top of tables, but the atmosphere was friendly and conversation entertaining. We started off by sharing a bowl of Ribolitta, a twice-cooked vegetable soup made with beans and day old bread. It was delicious, one of the best bowls of soup I've ever tasted; a dish so warming and savory, that it quickly supplanted Minestorne as my favorite Italian soup, and inspired a new obsession.  We tried about five different Ribolitta's as we made our way through Italy - but I can say with full confidence, Tattoria le Mossacce's was the best.


After our soup, I ordered Cotolette alla Milanese (Veal Cutlets Milanese), and the husband went with Osso Buco, while we shared a side of "sauteed vegetables." The great thing about our table was that we were right next to the kitchen and got to watch as three Italian men whipped up meal after meal and did so with speed. Before I had the chance to get over how wonderful our Ribolitta was, our meals were served. My veal, again so simple and paired only with lemon, was the probably the best piece of veal I've ever had. It was lightly breaded, and bursting with flavor; crisp on the outside, and tender on the inside. When the husband asked for a bite, I contemplated keeping it all for myself (then, quickly thought better of it). Although I did not get a chance to taste his Osso Buco he raved about it for weeks and from my own experience I trust that it was good. And if the first two items were not  enough, our side of sauteed vegetables (essentially, a big bowl of spinach) was incredible. It appeared to be prepared in olive oil, and again, with lemon juice. We more or less licked the bowl clean. Walking home after that meal, I think proclaimed Tattoria le Mossecca the best restaurant in all of Italy.  


3. Pizzeria Baffetto - Via del Governo Vecchio, 114, Roma

Finally, pizza. Obviously there was quite a bit of pizza in Italy. We had some great finds early on; and then there were a couple places that catered a bit too much to the America taste, disappointing us with their thick, doughy crusts and heavy mounds of plastic-like cheese. But when we made our way off of the tourist track, we found some of the best pizzas in the world.

One of our favorite pizzeria's was in Venice, but our number one place was a hole in the wall joint on a side street in Rome. We had heard of this place earlier in our trip and were told that you had to get there early because there would be a line outside the door. We knew it did not open until 6:30 p.m., so at about a quarter til we made our way over and decided to duck into an Irish bar for a quick drink before dinner. At 6:20 p.m. we left the bar and to our surprise found a line already formed outside of Pizzeria Baffetto. At 6:30 on the dot, the doors burst open and the owner made a joke in Italian, telling us they were closed for the night and told everyone "vada via!" (go away). People looked back and forth at each other not knowing what to do before the owner came back out laughing, and ushered the line inside. Again, we sat at crowded tables with other families (which, by this point, we realized was a good sign that we'd found a great place).

Our meal: bruschetta with tomatoes, mushrooms, beans, olives and prosciutto, drizzled with olive oil and topped with sea salt. Next, the thinnest pizza (I am talking about cracker thin crust) topped with fresh mozzarella, zucchini flowers, and artichokes. Although the toppings were too slim (I personally would have added more) the pizza was so thin and cooked so perfectly in a wood burning stove, that by the end of our meal we were actually contemplating ordering another one. We ended up resisting, but with that, Baffetto became our favorite pizzeria. It was the only place that we found that perfected the cracker thin crust, and the energy within the restaurant added extra points to an already fabulous meal.

There were many other places, in many other cities that we truly enjoyed (I had an amazing pumpkin ravioli and a superb stuffed squid, both in Rome) but these three, without any debate, were our favorites. Each served a different type of true Italian cooking and each left us wanting another round. So if any of you find yourselves heading to Italy, trust me when I say, you must go to these eateries. You will not be disappointed.

Oh and just in case anyone is wondering, the best gelato I had was "Peanut"- truly amazing and worth every last calorie. Adam claims his favorite was "Amaretto" (but he had at least seven "ciocolattos," so I think he might just be trying to sound cultured). I am still sticking with Peanut as the best. Perhaps someone else can make their way to Italy and cast a much needed third vote for us.

Tailgate, game and a meal?

Each fall I am presented with the same old challenge. Can I wake up early on a Saturday, tailgate all day with friends and family, go to a 4 hour long football game (many times in heat, wind, rain, or snow), walk home after the game and then cook a satisfying and tasty meal? Many Saturdays in the past, especially those which have included many guests, the answer has been no. Sometimes it is just easier (and nicer) to go out or eat leftovers. But after a day of tailgate food and beer, sometimes a nice, healthy homemade meal is what everyone really needs. So this last weekend I vowed to turn that “no” into a “yes” and I had the perfect tool to do it with: a dutch oven.

As a little kid I was never a big fan of the “one pot meals.” I stuck my nose up at the beer stews I was served, I would stare in disbelief if soup was the main attraction and I only stirred my chili around in my bowl rather than eating it. Now that I am older and cook for myself, I have come to love those one pot meals with all my heart. You can throw several different ingredients into a pot, turn it on low and let it be for hours on end. The results are tender meat, flavorful gravies, perfect vegetables and a happy family after a long day. Trust me, this method of cooking can save both you and me every Saturday this fall.

Although we did not have family in for the weekend, we had lots of friends to meet  and tailgates to hit before the big game. So first thing Saturday morning I was off to the store. I grabbed beef, onions, carrots, beef stock, mushrooms and red potatoes: my staples. The rest of the meal could be created from items already at home.

Once at home I seasoned the meat with an array of spices: rosemary, onion powder, paprika, salt and pepper. I then seared the meat in a large pan to lock in the juices.

Next I chopped up my vegetables - all at once - so that the rest of the process would be simple and quick.

I heated up a little bit of olive oil in my dutch oven until hot and then added in my sliced onions. 

After letting the onions sweat for a few minutes, I then threw in the carrots and potatoes and allowed them to begin to soften. 

After a few more minutes I added in a bit of flour so that when it came time to pour in my liquids they would begin to thicken more easily.

Finally I added in the meat, beef stock and the drippings from the pan in which I had seared the meat and raised the heat to medium-high.

To add some additional flavor I added a bit of mustard, tomato paste, a touch of cooking sherry and a splash of red wine to taste. All these flavors worked together to create a full-bodied sauce. Lastly for some richness and since I had it on hand, I added Guinness (my sister, who studied abroad in Ireland last year, was a huge proponent of this addition).

After those ingredients had cooked together for about ten minutes, I added my final ingredients: mushrooms and spices to taste.

At this point everything was ready to go. All that was needed was time to cook. I turned the flame down to low and let it dutch oven work it's magic for the next 8 hours. By the time the festivities and football game were all over, the house was bursting with the succulent smell of stew. 

Right before dinner was ready to be served, I removed the meat for the pot and put the husband in charge of slicing it. I then made a simple rue out of flour and butter. Once complete, I added the liquid from the pot, turned it on high and allowed the sauce to thicken into the perfect gravy.

The only thing left to do at this point was warm up some crusty bread for dipping, strain the vegetables from the stew pot and serve! 

This was a great meal that was much needed after a long day of football activities! It filled us up and there were plenty of leftovers to save for the rest of the week. I hope you take advantage of this slow cooking method when you need a great meal on a busy day!

And here is the quick appetizer I whipped up before dinner. I simply chopped up tomatoes and added balsamic, fresh oregano from the pot I planted earlier this summer, fresh basil, pepper and sea salt. I also made an olive tapenade. I topped bread slices witch each of the toppings, a bit of the parmesan cheese and threw it in the oven for about 10 minutes. The husband loved them and they could not have been easier to make!

Happy fall cooking to all you great chefs out there!