It’s A Date! (Stuffed Dates With Feta, Bacon, & Pecans)

Stuffed Dates

Isn’t it ironic how some of the tastiest combinations in food (and life) defy logic?  Take The Man Of Few Words and me…

We were catapulted together.  Coaxed.  Coerced.

Yup… we met on a blind date.

Stuffed Dates

More than likely we passed each other at the post office with a polite “hello” or collided carts at the market with an apologetic “sorry,” but other than chance encounter, we remained clueless that a date would be fodder for future marital bliss.

And a blind date?  Noooo waaaay!!!

Leave it to a friend to bend cosmic forces with his sales pitch…

“Ya gotta meet my neighbor!” he’d exclaim to me every day at work, unbeknownst to TMOFW.

“Ya gotta meet the gal I work with!” he’d declare to TMOFW every weekend, unbeknownst to me.

Frankly I didn’t want any part of it — nor did my husband-to-be ;) — but resistance was futile.  After months of rejecting well meaning, matchmaking banter, we finally agreed to be “introduced,” if only to get our friend to please stop.

Fast forward to a late-night meal at the Happy Chef…

TMOFW and I met at the appointed hour to dine with our friend and his wife when we received a phone call (at the last minute, of course…) saying they couldn’t join us.  Something about a babysitter not showing up?  Oh well, stuff happens.  We were on our own.

It occurred to me then that I could bail, but I was hungry and my date seemed nice enough.

Quiet, but nice. :)

After plowing through an Everything Omelette, hashbrowns, toast, orange juice, and coffee, I eyed the stack of pancakes resting idly on TMOFW’s plate.  (Refer to hungry above…)

Setting aside pride, I casually asked, “Are you gonna eat those?”

A grin spread across his face like a summer sunrise, warmer and brighter by the second.

“Have at it,” he casually replied.

Between bites, we talked — or rather, talked and he listened — and before we knew it, it was 5:00 a.m.

Thirteen years later, we can’t thank our friend enough!

Stuffed Dates

Stuffed Dates

(Filling inspired by Sing For Your Supper.  Thanks, Amy!)

8 to 10 Medjool dates

1/4 c. Feta cheese

1 to 2 Tbsp. milk

2 strips of bacon, fried crisp & crumbled

1/4 c. finely chopped pecans

Preheat oven to 350° F.

Slice dates lengthwise without cutting through; remove pits.

In a small bowl, combine Feta cheese with enough milk to form a thick paste.  Stir in crumbled bacon and pecans.

Stuff dates with 1 to 2 teaspoons of the cheese mixture each.

Place in a baking dish; heat for 10 to 15 minutes.

Cool slightly before serving.  Enjoy!

Stuffed Dates

Wanna know what the clincher was?

My “blind date” followed up with a five page letter the next day…

and y’all know how I feel about writing.  :)

Enjoying unlikely combinations and date night,

~ Kimby

Confessions of a Food Network Wanna Be ~ Spanakopita “Three Ways”

I can live with a certain amount of tension.  Expected tension… like a dentist’s drill (which thankfully, I haven’t experienced in many years), or an air conditioning bill after the 100° heat — a given this summer.

But when it comes to tension “so-thick-you-can-cut-it-with-a-knife” (on Food Network Television), I’m just not ready for it.  (Yet…)  How ’bout you?

Sure, there are stress levels unique to each show, from the clock-ticking, nail-biting, make-something-and-make-it-look-pretty phenomenon known as “Chopped,” to the drawn-out-drama of “The Next Food Network Star,” to the ever fun “Cupcake Wars,” and myriad shows in between.  (FYI, a dozen cupcakes is all I can handle at one time — never mind the show stopping display — but if you ever need a taste-tester…)

If I had to name my poison, I’d pick “Chopped” — fast, furious, and concluded within an hour (at least in TV land.)  I’m also mighty handy with three or four ingredients — just open my fridge. :)

For now, I opt to watch from the sidelines.  (Wise decision, Padawan learner — your knife skills need work…)  Which leads me to ask, “Do you really think it’s possible to hone knife skills in one triumphant onion-chopping scene, ala ‘Julie & Julia?’

One thing all of the shows have in common (and which I admire) is that every “wanna be” loves food.  From their upbeat bio’s to their passionate presentations, they believe in themselves and love what they do.  (I like to think we all do, or why else would we be here?)

My favorite contestants are the ones who attempt to wow the judges with something made “three ways.”  (Admirable?  Yes.  Realistic?  Not always.)  I’d be happy to plate something in any way, shape, or form, let alone multiple versions in the given amount of time.  But I can dream… and I did… this past week.

I present to you:  Spanakopita “Three Ways.”

Yup, there’s more than one way to deal with “mystery ingredients.”  (Generally this time of year, a grocery sack full of zucchini — but in this case, spinach.)  After prolonged pondering about plating (such are the luxuries of in-home installments of Chopped), I thought to myself, “Why make one batch?”  There’s just The Man Of Few Words and me, and variety is the spice of life.

So, I did what any self-respecting Southern cook would do.  I tossed the leftover filling into some ramekins, nestled a crust over one and proclaimed, “Pot Pie!”, then threw a mess of cheese on top of the other and declared, “Kiss My Au Gratin!” :)

Chopped?  Only the filling…

Spanakopita

(slightly adapted from… Food Network)

2 T. extra virgin olive oil, divided (plus additional, for brushing)

2 T. butter, divided

8 oz. baby spinach, washed and drained

2 scallions, chopped (I used Vidalia onions — they were in the Mystery Basket)

2 T. finely chopped fresh parsley (omitted because mine shriveled up in the heat while I was away)

1 T. fresh dill (I used 1 tsp. dried.. mine was shriveled up, yada yada)

1 (5 oz.) containter Feta cheese

1 egg, beaten

Freshly ground black pepper, to taste

Kosher salt, to taste (be judicious — it depends on the saltiness of your Feta — but don’t under-season either!)

Pastry for one 9″ pie crust, brushed with melted Hope Butter (bear in mind, I just got back from Minnesota) — or, use the traditional phyllo dough brushed with copious amounts of butter per the Food Network link above; it’s up to you.

Preheat oven to 375° F.  Lightly grease a baking sheet; set aside.

In a large skillet over medium heat, sauté spinach (in two batches, if necessary) in 1 tablespoon olive oil and 1 tablespoon butter until wilted, stirring with tongs.  Remove from heat.  (Alternatively, blanch spinach in boiling salted water for 1 minute; plunge into an ice water bath.)

Transfer spinach to a colander and squeeze out excess moisture.  Remove spinach to a cutting board; chop finely and set aside.

Drain liquid from skillet; add remaining oil and butter and return to medium heat.  Add scallions (or onion); sauté until translucent.  Remove from heat; cool slightly.

In a large bowl, combine spinach, scallions (or onion), parsley, dill, Feta, and beaten egg.  Season with salt and pepper; set aside.

Meanwhile, roll out pie crust and cut into 3″ x 3″ squares.  Place a teaspoon of filling on each square; brush edges with water, fold over to form a triangle, and seal.  Place Spanakopita on prepared baking sheet.  Brush each triangle with olive oil before baking.

Note:  If you happen to have extra filling and pie crust dough (I did), place the filling in a buttered ramekin.  Top with crust, trim and crimp edges, cut a steam vent in the center, and sprinkle with sea salt and cracked black pepper.

Bake 20 to 30 minutes (keep an eye on ’em — the edges brown faster than the middle — move up a rack, if necessary) until golden brown.  Cool on a wire rack.

Note:  If you don’t have enough pie crust left over to make a “pot pie,” simply place the remaining spinach filling in a buttered ramekin and top with grated Mozzarella or other “melty” cheese.  Bake as directed above.  While it doesn’t have the traditional “crust” associated with Spanakopita, I submit the following photo and ask, “Does it matter?” :)

I truly don’t know if I could handle the tension of Food Network or not… but if I keep practicing, I’ll be able to cut it with a knife. :)

Enjoying “good” tension,

~ Kim

Which cooking show do you dream of being on, and why?

It’s Greek To Me…

I generally don’t publish back-to-back posts for the simple reason that “a little lunch” was created to be a tidbit, rather than a full-course-meal.

However, some things are SOOOO good, it would be a disservice not to share.

Greek Salad

1 cucumber, peeled & sliced (I do the decorative peel thing…)

Salt, to taste

2 tomatoes, seeded & chopped (I used cherry tomatoes, quartered)

1/2 an onion, finely chopped

1 head of lettuce, washed, drained & torn

Olives (I used Kalamata, but a combo of black & green also works well)

8 oz. crumbled Feta or goat cheese

Extra virgin olive oil

Freshly squeezed lemon juice

Greek seasoning (I used Konriko, but Cavender’s is also yummy)

Combine cucumber slices and salt; let sit 30 minutes, then drain.

In a large bowl, combine lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and olives; toss lightly.

In a small measuring cup, combine equal parts of olive oil and lemon juice; add Greek seasoning to taste.  Drizzle over salad and toss again.

Add cheese (I prefer it sprinkled over the top); serve immediately.

The mysteries of the universe may elude me (yet), but it helps to ponder them over a tasty salad.

Enjoying life — whatever the translation may be,

~ Kim