Showing posts with label goat cheese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goat cheese. Show all posts

Monday, June 27, 2011

Goat Cheese Mousse, Sour Cherry & Pistaschio Terrine: A Tragedy in Three Layers for the International Incident Terrine Party

What's in a name? As it turns out, absolutely everything. 

If, for example, this were the International Incident Spreads Party, or the Tortes Party - or even the Cheese Party - what I have made here would be a modest success. The bottom layer is a goat and cream cheese mousse, lightly flavored with fresh cherry juice. On the top perches a layer of goat cheese and fromage blanc mousse, dotted with fresh chopped basil. There is a scrumptious sour cherry spread from Croatia's Dalmatian Coast sandwiching the two layers together, and the whole lot is topped with crumbled pistachio. Tastes good, and with a bit of set design it even looks sort of pretty. But nonetheless, this wiggly loaf is a failure.





Thursday, August 20, 2009

Simple Summer Beet Salad



More beets! We've been getting them non-stop from the farm this year. Not that I'm complaining - I'm a huge  fan of a perfectly roasted beet.

So far this season, I've made beet burgers,  beets with a butter horseradish sauce, and beet pasta.  So I figured it was high time for a simple, classic beet salad - one in which all the ingredients harmonize and shine.





Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Beets & Bowties



We got beets for the 4th (or 5th?)  time in just over a month  from our CSA last week. I'm not complaining, mind you - I love beets. But I've done beet salad (future post), beet burgers, and roasted beets with horseradish  butter (oops, forgot to take a picture!), and I didn't feel like doing any of that again.





Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Lazy Sunday Sandwiches



Sometimes, especially on a humid summer Sunday, you want a yummy dinner but you absolutely do not feel like getting into anything complicated that involves chopping, dicing, simmering, sauteeing, and most importantly - cleaning up. This is especially true if you've had one too many mimosas at brunch and have woken up hungry and foggy-brained  from a big nap. (Not that I've experienced this personally, I've just heard about it  ... from friends.)