Sunday, June 29, 2008

Parrino men make omelets

This morning the guys made breakfast... omelets with herbs fresh from the garden. This one features flat leaf parsley.

Above, the conversation goes something like this: "How many eggs do we use?" Right, some of the fillings chopped up and ready to go.
Joe's favorite dessert, strawberry rubarb pie. We got to bring this home with us. :-) I had some for dinner. It was delicious, also featuring rubarb from John's garden.

Maggiano's

Creme brulee, sorry I can't spell. The crunchy sugar was awesome. I tried not to eat too much because I'm lactose intolerant and I'd already eaten some chicken pesto linguini and two big chunks of cheese in the spinach salad and the mozzarella in the eggplant parmesan.
Here's the pesto. Taken with flash because Maggiano's is always dimly lit.
So I forgot to mention... Joe and I went to Cleveland this weekend for a very brief by family-packed trip. We ate lunch at Maggiano's at Beachwood Place with the Parrino clan.
Here's the rest of them :-)
We also had dinner at Grandma G's with the Giammo clan, but I got too absorbed in eating to take photos. Sorry.

Glass art

Screamers, Wackos, Teasers
Artist Stephen Rolfe Powell's wonderful world of glasswork
By Emily Parrino, New Era Features Editor
Saturday, July 5, 2008 12:48 AM CDT

Studded in bands of bead-like murrini, indigo neck stretching upward like warm taffy, the giant glass vessel in the entrance of Cadiz’s Janice Mason Art Museum has the cool elegance of an ice sculpture.

But there’s something wild brewing inside. The title of the piece, “Tropical Sarcastic Cleavage,” might be the first hint of the glass jungle awaiting visitors just around the corner.

Before entering the gallery, visitors are invited to take a seat on the lobby sofas, where a seven-minute video shows Powell and crew at work in their studio.

Some are clad in elbow-high oven mitts, some in space suits. Some wield torches and others heft poles that puncture the stretchy molten gobs of glass, which they manipulate to the beat of a Led Zeppelin soundtrack.

“It looks crazy,” Powell said, “It is.”

There’s not a lot of communication while the music blares. Instead each assistant knows their role, pulsing around the nascent creation. It’s heated to 2,100 degrees, and they must massage it with blow torches to maintain its viability. If the glass drops below 1,000 degrees, Powell explains, the piece will stiffen and shatter. Plenty of the pieces never make it out of the studio.

But for the last move, they turn off the music so they can concentrate. In a span of a minute or two, the 30-pound sculpture gets its finishing touches. Hands muffed in insulated cylinders, Powell coaxes out the flamingo-like neck of the “Screamer” —– his third and most refined series of blown glass pieces, named for their avian qualities.

“We felt like with their posture, they’re more birdlike,” Powell explained. “There’s a potential for them to make a trumpeting or screaming sound.”

But silently now, the crew in the video transfers the nearly finished piece to an 800-degree oven to cool. Later, the base and neck will be cut and smoothed so the vitreous creature can stand on its own, in a permanent gallery or traveling show such as this month’s exhibit at the Janice Mason Art Museum in Cadiz.

Powell, an internationally known artist, teaches glass and ceramics at Centre College in Danville, Ky. His pieces, with personalities and titles like “Pushy Violet Throb” or “Poochy Serpentine Striker,” can sell for tens of thousands of dollars and are on display in metropolitan galleries across the nation.

The curators at JMAM were able to woo him to Cadiz in honor of the museum’s 10-year anniversary. Powell arrived at the museum last weekend to set up the display and give a lecture and book signing at a reception last Friday evening.

His exhibit features “Teasers,” a class of vessels with symmetrical, often lobed bases, with human qualities are from his earliest years of artistry. There are also “Wackos,” asymmetrical and animal-like beings that stand on two curly-cue legs. The graceful-necked “Screamers” are the culmination of Powell’s evolutionary kingdom.

Typically christened with three-word titles, Powell’s pieces seem to follow a nomenclature like Carl Linneaus’ plants. But the artist insists there’s no scientific taxonomy behind “Tangy Winking Orb” or “Frenetic Nubile Nod.” It’s more like a magic kingdom where characters’ names evoke humor and whimsy.

Powell’s work is the product of the American school of glass art. As opposed to the traditional Venetian school, which emphasizes following a standard set of techniques, American glasswork is idea-oriented.

“I don’t think you can achieve the looseness of shape with the traditional, Venetian school of glass blowing,” Powell said.

Which is not to say Powell and his assistants shirk all things traditional. Layers of thousands of bead-like murrini that lend his pieces the look of eons of geological strata are the most time-consuming feature of every piece.

“A lot of work is done outside the hotshop,” he said. “There’s probably 12 to 20 hours in a piece for making murrini.”

To create the tiny beads, the glassmakers heat softball sized blobs of colored glass, wrapping one color around another then stretching the hot hailstone into a long rod, which is allowed to cool.

“Then we spend hours chopping them into pieces of uniform width,” Powell explained. The resulting beads, some the size of gems, others the size of cookies cut from a rolled out “dough” are arranged on a flat surface in intricate patterns and eventually sheath the molten glass. As the glass is blown, contorted and stretched, the murrini are transformed as the sculptured “buns,” “pooches,” “orbs” and “puffers” come to life.

Despite the use of traditional murrini to texture and color his pieces, Powell maintains his uniqueness in a relatively new field, trailblazed by American glass artists like Dale Chihully.

“Nobody else in the world works like this,” Powell said of his methods.

And it’s a good thing; “It’s easier to copy someone who works in the traditional way.”

As a teacher, he shows his students examples of copycat artists, then he urges them not to become one.

“Teaching technique is the easy part,” he said. “The challenge for me as a teacher is to develop students as artists with their own style and way of working.”

Many of his students go on to do just that. Che Rhodes left Powell’s tutelage to become the head of the glass department at the University of Louisville, the only other glass program in the state.

In Powell’s hotshop, the evolution from Teaser to Wacko to Screamer seems to have paused for now. But those who enjoy the vitreous safari at JMAM might be interested in what the future holds. Powell’s next big project involves a hanging menagerie of glass pieces. For his first installation, the artist envisions 350 10-inch pieces suspended from the rotunda of the Danville library.

“It will funnel out, made of individual pieces that will be a solid color, stacked close to each other like murrini,” he said. “It will be like being inside one of my pieces.”

QuickInfo: Stephen Powell Retrospective

Blown glass pieces by internationally renowned artist Stephen Rolfe Powell will be on display through Sept. 14 at the Janice Mason Art Museum on Main Street in Cadiz. Powell is a professor at Centre College in Danville, Ky. The exhibit celebrates of the museum’s 10th anniversary.

Emily Parrino can be reached at 270-887-3235 or eparrino@kentuckynewera.com.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Saying goodbye to good friends

Our neighbors, Taizou and Sayaka moved this weekend because Taizou's work transferred him to Michigan. To say goodbye, they had us over for a lovely Japanese meal (seems a little backward right?) As always, the food was delicious.
Scattered sushi (chirashi sushi) some lotus with meatballs attached to the bottoms, a seafood salad, salmon, miso soup and a tasty, slightly sweet chicken dish from a country that neither Joe or I can remember.

After stuffing ourselves, we left the heat and drove to Clarksville for Cold Stone Cremery.
I think the ice cream eaters all enjoyed their desserts, but I have a bone to pick with the parlor for their "Man-go Banana Smoothie" which had neither the mango nor thickness that the name implies. In fact, though it took at least 30 minutes to get through the lumbering line that stretched clear to the door, and it too them at least 5 minutes to get my order together after the other three already had theirs melting in their hands, what I got was syrupy juice that had the vaguest banana flavor with sort of a sunny delight taste. It wasn't frozen. It wasn't mango or man-go-y and it wasn't worth 3.99. But I guess that's what I get for not being able to eat ice cream. :-(

Weekend on the porch

Joe and I spent Friday night and Saturday morning on Lake Barkley... one last mini getaway. We spent most of our time gawking at the wonderful scenary.

Joe's last day...


Joe's last day at the New Era was Friday. He's now employed by the Fort Campbell Courier on post. It's a little sad not seeing him everyday... but then again the way our desks were I had to peek around the corner to see him anyway. I took this photo of the "Piranha" in action.

In case you're wondering


I'm still working at the New Era as features editor. I'm 33 weeks pregnant. I've gained 20 pounds so far and anticipate a few more. My feet are swollen. I'm due August 11, which happens to be my 7th wedding anniversary.

I feel pretty good, but I wake up pretty cricky in the morning! Once I get going, I can waddle up and down my street for miles, especially if I've got someone to talk to on the cell phone or in person. But I don't exercise as much as I should.

I've no weird cravings. Chocolate certainly isn't a weird craving. But I do often get a hankering for various ethnic foods. But that was always the case with me!

I'm leaning heavily toward natural birth, but I know the hospitals kind of coerce a lot of moms-to-be to have drugs... which leads to a whole host of other medical interventions. Pray for me and this little one!

baby shower eats


Breakfast of fruit, berry cake.
Joe told me to come to work late last week on Monday. I knew something was up when Niecy called me and told me to be even more late. When I got to work (at 8:30) there were balloons and breakfast foods. My newsroom threw us a baby shower... it was quite elaborate! Mary D. gave the baby some new outfits and an adorable piggy bank.
We had breakfast and lunch, then presents.
Joe also got to participate :-)

This was one of the last days I could fit my pudgy feet into my shoes. I'm now in a flip-flops only stage.

Produce, at last


Grandaughter of the president of the Bradford Square farmers market, Kayla Moss, will eventually have her own table at the market.
These are my patio tomatoes, which I'm growing in a big pot on my back porch. I'm also growing golden tomatoes and cucumbers in the communal garden on the Sivley's property.
These are some potatoes that Mr. Ezell was selling at the market. I didn't buy them, but I thought they looked pretty. I've been writing weekly market updates for the paper. It's a fun excuse to go out there each week and see what's up.

Thai coconut soup


Recipe to follow... eventually!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Arugala and Radish


Even if my own gardening skills are lacking, I'm blessed to have friends who give me produce from their gardens.
This salad was made from our publisher's arugala - a peppery, mustardy green with the texture of spinach - and crisp radish from our neighbors Ricky and Barb. I toss them with garbanzos, petite peas, cucumber, egg and balsamic vinaigrette.

honeysuckle or hwa cha?


The drive along Sivley Road to get to our apartment is fragrant with wild honeysuckle. The smell reminded Joe of jasmine tea. I thought I'd put a sprig in the vase we got in Ilan, a village known for its pottery in Taiwan.

open beak


Now if this doesn't make you want to be a mama...
It's our third spring in Hopkinsville, and our third family of bluebirds. Babies can only hold their big heads up on those spindly necks for so long. When I first open the box, all the heads pop up and the faintest wisp of a whistle comes out of the open beaks. Then, one by one, they give in to gravity and flop back into a restful heap.

blogger, what's up?

For some reason blogger has done something a little annoying. My posts are posting out of order so it appears I just had an early memorial day meal one week late. Not liking this new feature.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Early Memorial Day cook-in


So we didn't cook out for our pre-Memorial Day meal. But these crab cakes from *cough* sam's club cooked up really nice in the toaster oven. The main comment at our dinner table was how crabby they were... just the bare minimum of bread to hold lumps of genuine crab together. My crab cake is seen here with spring mix on a Schlabach's "Special Dinner Roll."

Borders Farm berry picking


I wanted to do a column on strawberry picking...and so while dad and Joe were off fishing with Ricky, Mom and I went out to Elkton to get U-pick strawberries for 75 cents a quart.

We decided it's a lot of work picking strawberries in the hot sun if you're a)29 weeks pregnant or b)in your fifties. But we came home with lots and lots and lots of strawberries.

Little River Days


Food Fest
2008 Little Rivers Day eats: Tasty treats or overfried duds?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 1:49 PM CDT

The variety of vendors at this year’s Little River Days Festival turned Founders Square into a deep-fried wonderland last weekend. Festival food is usually over-the-top in calories and price. There’s often interesting combinations that festival goers would never dream of creating in their own kitchens.

This weekend I gathered some willing accomplices and set out to find the best of the fair fare. Together, we managed to sample eight items and make it out of the festival without going into cardiac arrest.

My picks? Sweetater fries, fried green tomatoes and funnel cakes are the treats I’ll be looking forward to at next year’s Little River Days.

Potato Ribbons
$5 at R&L Catering
R&L Catering had at least two booths at the fair this year and typically drew long lines of snackers.

While the use of the term “ribbons” makes this dish sound exotic and yummy, I found this it to be a little disappointing. For $5, you get a paper plate loaded with fairly bland, slightly overcooked, spiral-cut potato chips. Warm chips are a novelty and the volume of “ribbons” is generous, but flavor is lacking. I let my husband finish this dish after trying a handful. Perhaps barbecue flavor or salt and vinegar could have saved them.

If you crave homemade potato chips now that Little River Days has ended, Livingston’s Butcher Shop and Deli on North Drive usually serves thick, hearty chips still warm from the fryer.

Sweetater Fries
$3 at What About Bob?
This distinctive booth features a grass table skirt and parasol. Bob Denton himself reached through the tiny window of his vintage trailer to pass a cardboard tray of well-done sweet potato fries to his cashier, Judy Simon. Simon said that the fries, along with the fish sandwiches, were their best sellers.

I shared my fries with a friend, Emily, and her twin 4-year-olds Philip and Esther. Like the potato ribbons, sweetater fries come without much adornment, so I squeezed ketchup in one corner of the tray. My friend had hoped they would be sprinkled in cinnamon and sugar, but I thought they tasted great slathered in ketchup. Esther tried one fry and said, “I thought they were bacons.” Philip seemed to enjoy them more and said he liked his with ketchup as well.

Fried Green Tomatoes
$4 at R&L Catering
The cashier at R&L said that this item, which featured six large slices in a crispy batter, along with the blooming onion, were their most popular sellers. This was one of my favorite snacks — the balance of batter and tangy tomato was just right, and they were nicely seasoned with salt and black pepper. Emily and I also comforted ourselves with the thought that we were eating deep fried vegetables, which added a little bit of nutrition to our meal.

Not everyone in my taste-testing crew agreed. Esther took one bite, put it back in the tray and shouted, “I wanna ride the train!” Philip managed to eat more of his slice, but eventually declared “Mommy, I don’t like the pepper.”

Rib Sandwich
$5 at Pioneer’s, Inc.
Three plump pork ribs draped over two slices of white bread is not my idea of a conventional sandwich. But the Pioneer’s knew what they’re doing. The bread simply serves as a way to blot up the extra grease and sauce from the meat, though Emily did tear off a few pieces.

I found the ribs to be rich and flavorful, though the edge piece I had was overcooked to the texture of jerky. The meat nearest the bone, on the other hand, was very tender. We both liked the thin, tangy sauce that was available in a squirt bottle at the stand. While most concession stands come from out of town, Pioneer’s is a local institution.

Funnel Cake
$4 at R&L Catering
Funnel cakes, with their pull-apart structure and heavy pile of powdered sugar, are the quintessential carnival food. I can never pass them up, even though I have been disappointed. Sometimes the confection isn’t fully cooked and reveals an oozing and unsanitary batter center, other times it’s overcooked (or refried?) and becomes tough and chewy as soon as it has cool. There’s no mountain of sugar that can cover up those mistakes.

The funnel cake at R&L was perfectly cooked. While Emily and I were working on the ribs, Philip had pulled apart and consumed half the cake. When we were ready for our portion of the dessert, he declared, “I had too much of a good thing!” and then asked mom if he might have one more bite.

Chocolate-dipped strawberries
$3 at Marty Lane
When I first heard about these from Recreation Department Director Pam Rudd, I was eager to try them. Chocolate dipped fruit sounded almost too gourmet to be at a spring fair. My imaginations might have set too high a standard.

Marty Lane’s strawberries are frozen and skewered three to a stick. The strawberries were deep red and the size of a child’s fist. I like the idea of being able to eat whole fruits, but frozen solid, these were tricky and teeth-tingling to consume. Also, I felt the chocolate coating had very little chocolate flavor. They seemed to have been stored in a freezer case where they absorbed a dozen flavors from the other snacks stored there. Next year I’ll just dip my own strawberries.

Chocolate-dipped banana
$3 at Marty Lane
A whole banana, kebabbed and coated in the same low-quality chocolate shell as the strawberries, this dessert was softer and a little easier on the teeth. But it was merely a substitute for the stand’s popular chocolate-coated cheesecake, which had sold out by the time my husband got there.

Again, Joe and I liked that we could find something semi-healthful amid the deep fried Oreos and candy bars. He seemed to enjoy the dessert, but I found the lingering mystery flavors in the coating distracting.

Deep fried Ding Dong
$4 at Marty Lane
You didn’t think I was going to pass this one up, did you? This dessert didn’t know where to quit. The chocolate-coated snack cake with crème filling gets an additional chewy donut batter coating. It’s served on a stick and sits in a pool of chocolate sauce, beneath a mound of powdered sugar. My teeth hurt just thinking about it.

Joe and I thought it was pretty good, at first bite. But we both agreed it would have been better if we had a third person to share it with.

Emily Parrino can be reached at 887-3235 or eparrino@kentuckynewera.com.

Lic's house dressing


I don't think I've had too many urgent cravings, Joe might disagree. But last Wednesday I had a hankering for a turkey sandwich from Lic's with extra house dressing. Wednesday was also yet another day so crammed full of work activities that I didn't really even have time for lunch. Joe offered to pick some up for me and so I sent him on the mission for the turkey sub with no cheese or mayo and extra dressing. Poor guy, first time it came with cheese and mayo and no dressing. He sent it back. Second time it came on buttered toasted bread with no cheese, no mayo and no dressing. That's what he brought to me.

No dressing? That was the ingredient in particular that I was craving. So I refused to eat the sandwich, like a pouting 5-year-old. I made him hand over the reciept, and declared I would make Lic's make it right.

By now it's 1:30 p.m. and the hungry pregnant woman's wrath and determination is mounting. I stopped at the deli on my way to another assignment, in the New Era car. A couple of Lic's employees were sitting outside the building on break. One of them jumped to her feet and ducked in the side door as soon as I lugged myself and the faulty sandwich out of the car.I must have looked a little cross.

Anyhow, I got the sandwich I wanted with extra dressing and was offered cookies to assuage my grief :) After covering my assignment I parked myself on a park bench and enjoyed a belated lunch before rushing back to the newsroom.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Pattypan squash in three ways

Tuesday I stopped at the Founders Square farmers market at lunch. Rossneau Ealom was selling pattypan squash 3 for a dollar. They were so cute, I couldn't pass them up. He also had asparagus, strawberries, scallions and greens.
Tonight I decided to cook each squash differently. First we have Italian style with egg and cauliflower. Then dredged in flour, salt and pepper and sauteed. Then stuffed with bread cubes, itself, cheese and a little ham.