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Good Old Fashioned Egg Rolls

April 9, 2011


Like the kind you remember from when you were a kid

When I go out now, I like to order fresh spring rolls or vietnamese style egg rolls. Because, is it me, or does it seem like when you order regular old egg rolls these days, they aren’t as good as they used to be?

This recipe goes back — I don’t even know how long. I’m guessing about 30 years. My parent’s had a good friend who loved to cook Chinese food and took classes at a place in Edina, MN called Creative Learning Center. They’d go over to her house for these big meals, and if I remember right, they would help all help make them. I could be wrong…

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that I have that recipe. It’s ancient, grease spattered and faded badly. My copy was faxed to me when fax machines were new fangled modern miracles. Remember that? Standing at a fax machine and just marveling that you didn’t have to call a courier? I remember that. I thought fax machines were the coolest things I had ever seen.

I digress.

The point is, that my copy is barely legible. I pulled it out recently to make a batch when I had a hankering and was dismayed to see the sheet almost blank! I reproduce it here that it may live on forever!

Notes:

  • I cut the cabbage by 75% in mine, because, well… there’s just too much damn cabbage in the original. period.
  • I use the large egg roll wrappers rather than the wonton size she originally used because I don’t have 7 hours to assemble 250 egg rolls. Plus, I feel better eating one big one (or two or three) than 17 small ones.

Creative Learning Center Egg Roll recipe, circa 1977

  • 1/2 head cabbage shredded (recipe called for 2 heads)
  • 1 1/2 lb ground pork
  • 1t salt
  • 2t soy sauce
  • 1t cornstarch
  • 1/2 lb shelled shrimp, chopped fine (original recipe called for 1 lb). I consider this ingredient optional
  • 10 dried black mushrooms (shitake) rehydrated and finely chopped
  • 1 can bamboo shoots cut into match sticks
  • 1 can water chestnuts finely chopped (this is my addition and also optional)
  • 1 t 5-spice (optional. original recipe calls for 2T. that is insane, unless you love 5 spice. i don’t.)
  • 4 green onions finely chopped
  • 2T vegetable oil
  • 2 packages of refrigerated egg roll wrappers
  • 1 egg
  • Oil for deep frying
  • Sweet chili sauce (available in bottles in asian section) for use as condiment
  • Dry mustard mixed with water to make paste for use as condiment with sweet chili sauce

Mix the pork together with salt, soy sauce and cornstarch. Set aside

Steam cabbage for about 3-5 minutes. Cabbage must be very dry, so either squeeze extremely well, or roll in a dish towel and squeeze.

Heat wok till just smoking. Add 2T oil. Add pork mixture and stir fry for 2 minutes. Add mushrooms, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts and cook for about a minute. Then add the shrimp, green onions, cabbage, 5 spice. Stir fry, tossing well, for an additional 2 minutes over high heat. Hopefully the mixture will be mostly dry. Remove to a bowl to cool.

To assemble:

Beat one egg well in a small bowl. Using a pastry brush, brush two sides of egg roll wrapper as shown below. Add a big spoonful of meat mixture and seal as shown.

To fry:

Heat vegetable oil in a heavy pan or wok to 375 degrees. Add 4-5 egg rolls at a time and fry until deep golden brown. Remove cooked egg rolls to a cooling rack to drain fat.

To eat:

Serve with hot mustard and sweet chili sauce. And do try to control yourself.

To freeze:

If you plan to freeze some of the egg rolls for later, fry them slightly less than the ones you plan to eat right away. After they are cool, freeze in gallon bags.

To reheat:

Preheat oven to 425 and place frozen egg rolls on a baking sheet. Cook about 20 minutes, turning once or twice. Don’t burn!

Assembly Pics:

Filed Under: Food Tagged With: creative learning center, edina, mn, barb gage, barbara gage, egg rolls, eggroll

The Kid’s Cook Monday! Morgan Take Three

March 15, 2011

It’s pretty obvious: Morgan has embraced The Kid’s Cook Monday thing more than her sibling. But that’s OK, right? As long as I get him in the rotation every other time or so? Honestly, I just don’t have the energy to argue. If Morgan, who lives vicariously through thepioneerwoman.com, wants to make Chicken Fried Steak for The Kid’s Cook, who are we to complain?

Well, I complained. I did. I hate deep frying. Hate it.

So I complained about that.

But otherwise, it was all good.

I even bought the ingredients a few days ahead of time. I find that if someone is willing to cook for me, I’m far more compliant to doing some specialty shopping. Funny how that works.

I had seen the chicken-fried steak recipe a few days before she did. I had been sick (sooooo sick!) and was laying on the couch, when Morgan came bustling in with — what?! — my new chinchilla, the Macbook Air. (That’s how I think of the Air. Like it’s my new little furry pet. So cute. And lovable!)

“What are you doing with my computer? Put it back!”

“Just look at at this. Mom. Just look!”

“I don’t have to look. I’ve seen it.”

“Seen what? How can you possibly know what I’m going to show you?”

“The Chicken Fried Steak?”

“How did you know? Mom! You are freaking me out!”

“Don’t ever lie to me. I will know it. I know what you are thinking. I know everything.”

🙂

How cool is that? I totally guessed right! And now, I have her really freaked out. Just the way it should be. She’s like an open book, that one. I just stay two steps ahead of her on The Pioneer Woman. It isn’t all that hard.

I won’t repeat the recipe, as you can find it photographed and explained to perfection on the rival-for-my-daughter’s-worship site:

http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/02/chicken-fried-steak/

We used some leftover brown rice instead of the mashers. Morgan also made shredded brussels sprouts to go alongside. So good! She took the pictures and didn’t really document the brussels sprouts recipe, but I will include that here because brussels are the new kale! (translated, that means, we LOVE BRUSSELS SPROUTS!) You can see the finished recipe in that photo at the top to get an idea of what it looks like.

Pan Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Bacon and Balsamic

Plan about 5-6 sprouts for each person. Using a mandoline or knife, finely slice brussels sprouts.

In a heavy pan over medium high heat, melt about 2T of bacon fat for 20-25 sprouts. Saute 1/4 of diced onion until golden. Add the sprouts, stir and then let sit, stirring every couple minutes. The edges should darken a bit and look vaguely “roasted.” Add 1/4 cup of crumbled cooked bacon and heat through. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Douse with balsamic vinegar. And swoon.

Filed Under: Food Tagged With: morgan, the kids cook mondays, chicken fried steak, the pioneer woman, thepioneerwoman.com, brussels sprouts, brown rice

A Clarification

February 20, 2011

It’s not often that I post a retraction to a previous post. However, that little bit about the cats walking on my bread dough… I think I would have gotten away with it if Jane hadn’t tattled on me. I will admit that I included it for the thrill of a cheap laugh.

That isn’t to say it wasn’t true.

Oh no, no, no, no. It was true. And it’s a real problem. These damn cats of mine are a real damn problem. Mostly it’s the evil Pokie

This cat simply needs to be outside. She’s just looking for trouble all the time

And if it isn’t the fish — which she has hunted all through the house as I try to hide it from her, it’s the other cat Ollie

And if it isn’t the fish or Ollie, it’s anything in the sink. Notably anything in the sink soaking in water

(first I run get the camera. THEN I scream and smack her. –Just so we are clear. I don’t want you to think I actually allow this kind of shenanigans. However with cats, correct me if I am wrong, but it seems to make no difference? Oh. Except for when I use the ScatMat. But I’m rarely that prepared.)

This one sort of freaked me out. I still don’t know how she got in there.

Scared me to death…

And this is a stunt that both cats like to pull

Pokie and Paper – Large

I know I should just kick her outside. The problem is that I have a vested interest in the life of this cat. We have a tendency to “lose” cats. They simply disappear never to be seen again. My gut tells me they are disappearing into the mouths of coyotes and I couldn’t have that. Not with this one. I spent far too much time when she was a baby, feeding her with a baby bottle and wiping her butt to feed her to the local pack.

She’s just always stalking around the house making problems — the latest of which is my rising bread dough. Like the fish, for which I finally settled on a glass fronted cabinet, I have devised a cat-proof bread solution:

it’s the barrier method.

And for the record, I never gave Jeanette any cat-deflated loaves.

(That honor went to Chris.)

Filed Under: Food, Babble, Animals

The Cure for What Ails Me

February 18, 2011

Let’s call this a Meatless Monday lunch on a Wednesday, shall we?

I’m battling a bug. First it was a cold. Now it’s aches and a bad stomach. I’ve got a luscious container of leftover pot roast in the fridge, but looking at it somehow makes me feel even more ill.

How can that be?

What I want… What I want… Is…

I don’t know, but I’m hungry.

So I settle on Miso Soup. But I have no tofu. And I have no green onions. So I make do with edamame. And frozen chives.

It’s not the same. But the broth is good.

And when I am putting the chives away, I see my long-lost, frozen eggplant

It’s mild creaminess sounds perfect. So I heat some up to go with my soup

But it doesn’t satisfy like I thought. The char is too bitter for my intolerant taste buds today.

So I did what anyone in my position would do.

I ate half a sleeve of Thin Mints and laid down on the couch to watch Top Chef on YouTube. Suddenly I’m feeling a whole lot better.

Filed Under: Babble, Meatless Monday Tagged With: meatless monday, miso, eggplant, sick

The Kids Cook Monday Five. Charlie Take Two!

February 16, 2011

My Favorite Ragout – Redux

Note that doesn’t say “Charlie’s Favorite Ragout.” The reason for that is many-fold:

  • He never has any idea of anything that is going on. Not that it’s Monday, Not that it’s Kids Cook. Not that he’s cooking. Not what he wants to make. Nothing.
  • Ragout is a really horrible, terrible looking word in English. Really. Who would ever pluck that out of a cookbook? Certainly not Charlie.
  • Obviously, I made the decision to make the ragout. (Because — repeat this with me — I had all the ingredients on hand!)

But, as has been happening when the kids cook the meal, they suddenly seem to love it a lot more when they make it versus when I make it. So maybe it really is Charlie’s Favorite Ragout. Problem is, I can’t ask him. Because if I said, “is that ragout you made for Kid’s Cook one of your favorites,” he would say:

  • what do you mean?
  • wait. what’s a ragout?
  • i don’t know what you are talking about.
  • i didn’t cook a ragout.
  • oh are you talking about christmas eve? the spaghetti?

And then I would lose my temper and start yelling at him to pay attention and start sounding like a non-moron. (somehow that sounds better than to say, “stop sounding like a moron.” am I right? Or is it still horrible?) So, I prefer to just speculate instead. Let’s just pretend that it is his favorite ragout.

There seems to be an emerging trend on Mondays that goes something like this:

  1. Morgan/Charlie. You are cooking tonight.
  2. Noooo. No. Mom! I can’t! I have: a) homework b) saxophone c) soccer d) a bad attitude
  3. Yes you can. There is plenty of time. I can help get you started. Come on. Get moving
  4. Grumble. Grumble. Grumble. Why doesn’t HE/SHE have to help? Why do I have to do EVERYTHING?
  5. You didn’t do squat last week when he/she was cooking. Stop complaining. Get chopping!
  6. Grumble. Grumble.
  7. (15 minutes in, visible change of attitude. )
  8. Next week, I’m going to make __________.
  9. You don’t cook next week Morgan/Charlie does.
  10. Well you know what I mean. Next time I cook, I’m going to start planning earlier. I’m going to…. (fill in grandiose verbage)
  11. Dinner is served
  12. Glowing, smug, self-congratulatory accolades for their meal. Fishing for compliments, etc. (See? They do take after me!)
  13. Next Monday: All memories of glow and success have vanished. Start at #1 again.)

Anyway, I’ve already posted this recipe before here. We didn’t make too many modifications. All kidding aside, it’s pretty cool to think that my 13 year old boy knows how to brown chicken breasts and is learning to follow a recipe. Isn’t it?

At the last minute he opted to roast some squash I froze from the garden.

Dinner was faaabulous.

Here he is checking the thighs for doneness. (Is doneness a word?)

Roasting frozen squash is… kind of gross. But it tastes good!

The final touches. Yum me!

Filed Under: Food Tagged With: ragout, chicken, charlie, the kids cook mondays

The Ironman of Baking: Bon Appetit Ribbon Cake

February 11, 2011

I probably should have researched the whole thing a bit more before so casually tossing it out there.

“Oh, I was going to make you the Bon Appetit Ribbon cake… But if you want Baker’s Square, that’s OK too.”

Seriously. That is exactly how it went down.

Seriously. I could have gone to the Baker’s Square and bought a French Silk pie.

I’m not going to post the recipe for this. You can google “ribbon cake” and read all about it, find the recipe and read the many, many, stories about people’s experiences with this cake. It was the cover photo for the holiday issue of Bon Appetit this year. Apparently, it has been the most requested recipe in their history.

I just don’t get it. I hate baking, I’m not that fond of chocolate cake, and I can’t even eat dark chocolate. Clearly, though, I am in the minority. I knew Morgan would love it and it had been years since I made any fun birthday cake for her. I used to go waaaaay out of my way when they were little. Fondant… designs… crazy times! I’m too lazy to round up all the pictures. In fact, the best ones are missing from this set (the caterpillar and the tea pot come to mind), but you’ll get the idea.

Try not to be too put off by that moonscape StarWars one. That was, admittedly a monstrosity, but Charlie loved it, so it was all good.

Anyway, back to the ribbon cake: it wasn’t really hard. I mean, the recipe is exceptionally well-written. And while the techniques are unique  — I’ve never made a buttercream that involves pouring boiling sugar syrup into the eggs and butter — they were all very doable, with tips and notes aplenty. If you don’t know how to cream butter and sugar, you might be challenged, but for most who have baked a cake before, it wouldn’t be too intimidating.

It’s the time.

Let me repeat that again for emphasis: It’s the time.

This little effer took me over 6 hours. I came home from taking Morgan to her driver’s test at about 11 am (crying, I might add, because she didn’t pass and I felt like I ruined her birthday by letting her take the test on “the big day” — thanks, Pam, for your own story of how your son remembers none of the amazing things you did to celebrate his 16th, all because he failed the test on his birthday…) …and I never stopped making the cake until we left for dinner at about 7pm.

it.      was.     insane.

But she loved it. So it was worth it. It made for pretty picture-taking, too.

Jennie’s Ribbon Cake Notes.

The recipe makes three 9-inch layers. That was way, way more than we would ever eat, so I made a two-layered version, and cut the cake ingredients by 2/3.

Those are my calculations on the left. I was adding up all the white and dark chocolate I would need to buy. THIRTY FIVE OUNCES?! (that’s not including the white chocolate for the ribbons, either.)

I didn’t buy that much, thinking it insane. And I later lived to regret that decision, making Dave stop at the store to buy two more bars of semi-sweet chocolate so I would have enough for the glaze…

This was the first of many batches of melted chocolate. Note the bright sunshine, the glistening air of optimism! …Before the first bump in the road: folding in egg whites.

I hate folding in egg whites.

I find it a near-impossible task. The dense chocolate glob even harder than the few sponge cake varieties I have made with the same technique…

But I think I did it OK.

The layers turned out quite nice.

This was about the time the wheels came off. Up until then, I had been by myself, alternately calm, then weeping — yet single-mindedly committed to staying on task. And yes, the weeping seems quite ridiculous to me now, seven days later, but what can I say? It happened!

I was about three hours in, when my mom came down to chat.

I know now I’m not a multi-tasking baker. I can’t talk and pay attention to little things like “1/2 cup corn syrup, divided.” And I added the entire 1/2 cup to the melting white chocolate. Oops.

And I stopped taking pictures. Because I realized I was running out of time. (still no shower and I really needed a shower). And my mom was talking. And it was dark. And I hate using my flash. And I was trying so hard to pay attention. I’m a terrible listener under even the best circumstances.

Oh, I forgot one important thing: I had also decided, out of delusions of grandeur — and the need to try to emblazon the wonderful celebration of her 16th birthday that didn’t involve failing her test — to fry her some stupid cheese curds. She had been asking me all week if she could deep fry some stupid cheese curds my parents bought, and all week I had said NO.  (I hate deep frying smell, mess, hassle and abstain whenever possible.)

So I was also trying to do that on the QT while making buttercream, glaze and chocolate ribbons.

Oh, and did you know the cake had to be frozen for an hour? No. No, I did not. Thankfully, it was about 5 below that day and I was able to super-speed the process. So there is always that to consider when you are complaining about frigid temps.

I wish I had a picture of the glaze going on. It was pretty cool. But I was tilting and pouring and smoothing and pouring — all while trying not to drop the cake. I was unable to capture it on camera.

Above is the chocolate mixed with corn syrup. (Note the waning light as day becomes night…) After it cools, you knead it like dough and run it through a pasta roller. The dark chocolate worked PERFECTLY and was so cool!

And this is the white chocolate. You can see the difference, no? This is the batch I added too much corn syrup to. There was nothing I could do. I had no more white chocolate and I had already sent Dave to the store. Our local grocery store doesn’t even carry white chocolate. So I made due. As long as the cake was cool, the ribbons held their shape, but they wilted as it came to room temperature. All things considered, it could have been worse.

Ironically, the restaurant (Fogo De Chao) brought her this complimentary slice of cake

Which really looked a lot prettier and better than mine.

But isn’t it the thought that counts?

Or is it the time that counts?

Or is it the chocolate that counts?

Maybe it’s the memories that count.

I think that must be it.

[Aside: it is seven days later and today, at 1:30 pm CST, Morgan passed her test. Perhaps I will live to regret this day, but for now, we are all very happy!]

Filed Under: Food, Babble Tagged With: bon appetit ribbon cake, morgan, sixteenth birthday, cakes

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I’m a mostly-retired, pretend graphics and web developer (but don’t judge my skillz by THIS site!). We sold our dream home in Watertown, MN and downsized to a “Villa” in Excelsior, MN and built a home in our dream location of Eagle, CO and now split our time between the two states. It is truly a dichotomous life of absentee gardening and getting together with friends & family while in MN and playing hard and hermitting while in CO. I’ve let the blog go but a trip to Alaska has me resurrecting the Road Warriors series. My beloved brother is my biggest fan and I am doing this just for him.

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