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Wedding Weekend: Heartland, Saint Paul Hotel, & Amsterdam Bar (again)

One week ago, on a sunny fall afternoon, Jake and I were married amongst the company of a small group of family and friends at Central Lutheran Church in Minneapolis, MN.

Because we decided to get married with relative spontaneity, we kept the ceremony simple.  We look forward to hosting a wider reception in the spring so we can celebrate with many more of our family and friends.  We are humbled by the generosity and kindness of all who have assisted us and wished us well as we continue to share life together.

After the ceremony, we enjoyed dinner at Heartland Restaurant in St. Paul, MN.  The moment we arrived, I leaped out of my wedding dress.  It was beautiful and painstakingly altered.  And even with half the boning removed, it was still uncomfortable, so I changed into something that would allow me to enjoy dinner.

Photo by Pat Carney, The Carney Group, Minneapolis, MN

Upon arrival, I enjoyed sneaking bites of bread and cheeses and giggled as I watched some of the children discover their love for whole grain mustard and pickled watermelon rind. The chefs provided plump burgers for the children who preferred one.

Green salad with sweet vinaigrette, spiced nuts, and roasted cauliflower, crispy-skinned white fish with pickled onions on top of creamy beans, and apple tart with whipped cream and candied nuts.

As I said my goodbyes that evening, I used my fingers to swipe tastes of whipped cream and tender slices of fruit from my tart.  Then, we headed to the St. Paul Hotel for our one-day honeymoon where we were greeted by a man in a top hat.

This was our first stay at the Saint Paul Hotel and it felt like old-school luxury.  My favorite perks included access to the workout facility on the top floor and wi-fi for no additional fees. The service was polished and professional, though much involved tipping.  If you stay here, remember to keep some cash on hand. In the morning, we treated ourselves to a room service breakfast, a first for both of us.

Growing up, when we traveled as a family, we only stayed at hotels that included free breakfast. My parents outfitted us in fluorescent fanny packs in which we kept our lunches. I remember how we sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial, and ate sandwiches and carrot sticks together.

We ordered a large pot of coffee and omelets filled with ham, green pepper, onion, and cheddar. Each came with hash browns and toast.  In addition, we ordered a fruit plate, having no idea each portion would be so large.

Although the price of this breakfast was astronomical (delivery fee & automatic gratuity, plus an extra tip because we weren’t sure if we were supposed to tip on an automatic gratuity?), the meal was made with care. The breakfast cart was covered in a white tablecloth. The omelet platters were not only huge, but satisfying. I was most impressed with the hashbrowns’ crispiness.  The fruit platter included yogurt and sweetbread and the assortment of fruit avoided being one of those crappy versions that mostly includes under-ripe melon.  We enjoyed choosing from the variety of condiments such as cream, butter, peanut butter, tiny jars of jam, ketchup, and Tabasco.

As critiques, the room did not include a coffee maker with complimentary coffee, although I may have been some in the lobby.  Our large pot of coffee, as overpriced as it was, tasted strong and freshly brewed.  Our room included a mini fridge, but it was only equipped to carry snacks for sale. We actually managed to eat most of our food, so I did not have to beg the hotel to ask the kitchen to store our leftovers, and we were full until the evening.

We spent the afternoon wandering around downtown St. Paul, stopping at Cossetta’s for a snack of small cannolis.  Then headed to the Amsterdam Bar And Hall for dinner.

The food was as good as it was when we dined there for my bachelorette outing.  We decompressed over drinks.  Jake was enjoyed ordering Trappist ale on tap and I sipped a tart cocktail made with lemon and apricot brandy.

We dipped the crisp fries in mustard and curry mayo and shared small boodje sandwiches on toasted buns.  I returned for the spicy calamari and shrimp salad while Jake chose smoked pork and spicy shrimp.  Surprisingly, our favorite sandwich was the most simple.  It was made with warm, herby cheese and a meaty tomato slice that tasted marinaded or roasted.

I’m not sure how I felt about the Dutch gin sampler.  It’s not that the sampler was bad, but more that I’m not sure I enjoy sipping straight gin.  Spicy curry + gin = burning.

We ordered creme brulee for dessert and ate it in bed.  I bypassed the room service delivery charge by ordering it from the Saint Paul Grill’s bartender.  Somehow, the kitchen managed to pack a creme brulee into a take-out container, crispy sugar crust and all.

Wedding, over.  Fall break, over.  It’s back to the grind.  Salad lab ends, baking lab begins and my five a.m. wake-up call resumes. . .

Special thanks to our family and friends, Central Lutheran Church, Heartland Restaurant, The Carney Group, and Elsa at The Wedding Shoppe on Grand Ave. 

A Mall Date & "Bachelorette" Party: Tucci Benucch & Amstardam Bar

Jake and I are getting married.

Not too long ago, we spontaneously picked a date and made it official.

In less than a week, we’re going to have a small ceremony with just our immediate family, with a reception later the spring.  What was supposed to be bare bones has become more complicated and large source of stress.  I can’t remember the last time I spent a whole weekend at our home in Fargo.  My weekends are spent driving to and from the Twin Cities after busy weeks of school, work, and writing.

Despite my most earnest intentions, I am wearing something white, shiny, and uncomfortable. I made the seamstress loosen my dress, twice, before I deemed it tolerable.  She commented, “But it’s your wedding. You won’t feel like eating much anyway, right?”  I wanted to punch her.

This weekend, I cracked into tears as we exited the car after our three and a half hour drive following a hectic workweek.  I felt dangerously close to a Jungian mental break.  Should this occur within the next six days, I hope I’ll at least have a Red Book to show.

Saturday afternoon, Jake and I grabbed some alone time.  The rare kind where we weren’t driving somewhere or watching 30 Rock on our couch.  Some may call this a date.  We completed errands at the Mall of America and had lunch at Tucci Benucch before our respective bachelor and bachelorette parties.  Before we moved to Fargo, we lived near to the Mall of America and occasionally went on mall dates.  We ate at Tucci Benucch a couple of times before they hired Asher Miller as their new Executive Chef (I’m not sure if he is still in this position).

Knowing that I did not plan to drink much that evening, I started with a mimosa, $6.99 while Jake ordered coffee which arrived freshly brewed, $2.99.

Our server brought us warm bread and garlic-flecked olive oil.

We ordered a starter of calamari, $9 to share.  For an entree, I ordered a half serving of Scottish salmon with lemon risotto and arugula salad, $13, while Jake ordered a half serving of spaghetti carbonara, $9. 

Upon delivery, the calamari smelled strongly of seafood but tasted fresh.
The texture of the calamari was very tender and was salted to the point of being almost too salty.  The breading remained on the seafood, though it seemed to have absorbed a little more oil than I would have found ideal.  Overall, we enjoyed nibbling at the calamari, but left some on the plate when the combination of the seafood and the aoli felt too oily.  

The half portion entrees were more than enough for lunch.  
The lemon risotto was, thankfully, subtly lemon-scented.  It was creamy and rich, though, it, like the calamari, bordered on almost too salty.  Since the small fillet was skinless, some of the salmon flesh was a little crispy-chewy where it was seared but the inside was moist.  The salmon, like the calamari, tasted fresh.  The arugula salad provided a needed bite and acidity.  I doused the dish with more lemon juice since the richness and saltiness of the risotto was making me dive for my mimosa. 
Jake’s carbonara was not what I had envisioned.  He said he enjoyed the dish. Even the runny egg yolk, which he has typically been wary of.  I liked the flavor of the rendered bacon chunks. While I didn’t feel the sauce tasted bad, I thought the dish was over-sauced and wondered what made it brown.  
Overall, we had decent meal, though the combination of the calamari and our entree selections were very rich.  Our server seemed overwhelmed with tables but was very pleasant.  
In the evening, the boys hit The Strip Club Meat & Fish while the girls met at Amsterdam Bar & Hall.

Jake raved about the meal and limoncello he shared at The Strip Club. 

We shared orders of Amsterdam Frites and dipped them in herb garlic mayo and curry ketchup. 
The skin-on fries were crispy and salted just right.  We enjoyed both dipping sauces, though the curry ketchup was my favorite.  I also enjoyed that the fries were topped with raw onion.  The others left most of the onions behind, while I awkwardly clamped bits of onion onto each bite of fry. 
I also ordered a small house salad with croutons, shaved Gouda, and house vinaigrette, $4, plus a petite dutch sandwich (broodje) with curried calamari and shrimp, $5.

All of the salad greens were pristine, the homemade croutons were full of umami, and the vinaigrette was lovely.  Tart in a well-balanced way, and flavorful.

The curried seafood sandwich was truly one of the best things I’ve eaten for a while.  It induced a moment where I just paused and reflect on how good it tasted. The bun was toasted and buttered. The calamari was tender, the shrimp were firm, and both tasted fresh. The creamy curry sauce was surprisingly spicy enough to induce a a sweat.  I couldn’t tell you what type of curry I tasted, my only clue being that the sauce was rosy-hued.  I used the bun to scrape every bit of sauce from the flimsy cardboard boat and am plotting a way. . . any way. . .to return for another sandwich, soon.

The rest of the evening matched my introverted style. Chill and conversation-centric.  In search of evening dessert, we bypassed Meritage’s hour long wait for Kincaid’s where a table of women applauded my bachelorette party hat.  I can’t describe the hat further than mentioning that the girls made me remove it when we inquired about tables at Meritage.  The evening ended over leftover smears of a fried waffle sundae and bread pudding with pear soaked in bourbon sauce.

Despite the stress, I remind myself as often as I can that our family and friends are doing everything they can to make this experience special.  It’s also hard to think my mom won’t be here, as she passed away in 2008.  For now, I’ll take one day at a time and enjoy the well wishes from friends and family.  

A Culinary School Update and Backyard Apples

I’m nearly finished with my first month of community culinary school.

I spend my mornings in salad lab. Those who arrive earlier rather than later get to pick first from the daily production sheet which specifies what is to be made and in what quantities. Second-year students take turns determining the school’s weekly breakfast and lunch menus. Some of our tasks remain the same each day, while recipes for salads and sandwiches vary. During the first two weeks, everyone attended classes, and we were practically fighting over responsibilities. Time has seemed to separate the wheat from the chaff. We’re noticing who attends class regularly and who pulls their own weight, thus developing a mutual respect.

I find it humorous and horrifying that our ServSafe textbook for the sanitation certification course has to specifically instruct that one should not vomit into food.

During the first week of class, I carelessly left my favorite knife in the kitchen and found it had disappeared upon my return. I sounded off a knife-alert that remained unanswered, despite the fact that it had been engraved with my initials.  Yesterday, I was reunited with my Santoku when I found one at an unattended work station. I cleaned the knife with the intention of putting it back where I found it, until I noticed my initials. They were unmistakably carved into the knife and, hence, I reclaimed it as its rightful owner. I still have no idea whose work station it was. And, though, I want to give that individual the benefit of the doubt, I can’t. For no one mentioned a single word about missing a knife. Plus, they let it develop some water stains. Lesson learned. I will never lose sight of my knives.

This week, I attended my first food show.  As students, we were assigned to attend the Food Services of America Food Show. Nothing could prepare me for the abundance of food samples. Whole slices of pizza. Silver platters of fried shrimp of all sizes. Fried chicken strips.  Chicken nuggets, chicken poppers, and tempura chicken bites. Whole breakfast sandwiches, pancakes, macaroni and cheeses.  And then there were the desserts. I passed on pre-made cookies, slices of pie, and cakes. The food show managers were gracious to allow students to attend, though the vendors paid us little mind. They were more interested in peddling their wares to potential customers. I indulged in a peach slushy and found solace in the beer/wine garden.

On a final culinary school note, our two instructors are like super people. They arrive at school well before we show up at 6:45 a.m. They supervise at least six kitchen lab groups, simultaneously. After clean-up, they roll right into lectures and somehow manage to be interesting and engaging. They act like they love their job and genuinely care about the well-being of their students. On days when kitchen mishaps abound, they proceed with kindness and a sense of humor.  They demonstrate patience to seemingly no end, though they are sticklers about personal hygiene and not bashful about asking students to re-do sloppy plate presentations or dishes that just don’t taste quite right.

Last week, one of the culinary instructors shared bucketfuls of apples from his backyard. I took as many as I could carry and daydreamed about creating fall apple desserts when I was supposed to be paying attention in class. One of the cookbooks I salvaged from my late mother’s collection revolves around apples. I’ve been waiting to explore this spiral-bound church cookbook since I brought it home this past summer. Although the book contains recipes of popular, apple-centric recipes like pies and cakes, it also contains the less familiar such as apple custards, puddings, candies, and the following, apple cream.


We’ve been enjoying this baked apple cream dessert.  The bottom layer tastes like a warmly spiced, caramel apple-pie filling.


The top layer becomes fluffy like cake and tastes a little bit like custard.  I suppose you could serve it with ice cream or whipped cream, but we were satisfied scraping it directly from pan to bowl.

Baked Apple Cream
Adapted from Kathy Johnson’s recipe in the Apple Cook Book published by Keene United Methodist Church, Keene, OH, 1979


Ingredients: 
6 apples, peeled, cored, and sliced
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. nutmeg
1 good pinch of salt
1 pinch of ground cloves
1/4 cup butter
2/3 cup of granulated sugar
1 egg
1/2 cup flour
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup heavy cream
3/4 teaspoon of vanilla extract

Instructions: 

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
  2. Mix the apple slices with the brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and cloves. Place into the bottom of a greased pan. The original recipe calls for a 9X9X2 pan. I used a small, rectangular glass dish.
  3. Cream together butter and sugar. Beat in one egg until the mixture has lightness.
  4. Sift the flour and baking powder into the wet mixture. Add the salt. Fold gently until just combined.
  5. Spread the batter as evenly as possible over the apple mixture. Bake for about 1/2 hour or until the top begins to turn golden brown.
  6. Mix the cream with vanilla extract. Pour evenly over the top of the baked apple dish.
  7. Return to the oven and bake for another 10 minutes or until golden brown.

Return To The Green Market

At the very end of August, we treated ourselves to dinner at Green Market Kitchen with friends.

We last dined at The Green Market not quite a year ago when we tried their special Dia De Los Muertos-inspired menu.  On our most recent visit, the Green Market featured a menu made with produce from the local Probstfield farm.

Probstfield Farm is a part of the Probstfield Living History Foundation, donated by Randolph Probstfield’s family to avoid falling to commercial development.  It is currently being restored as a working farm that provides opportunities for new farmers to learn and be mentored in sustainable agriculture.  This summer, the farm has been selling its produce at the Old Trail Market in Moorhead, MN.  When I visited the market, I chose from tomatoes of all sizes, eggplants, shapely squashes, and melons.

I stopped at Cash Wise, afterwards, to pick up some pantry essentials and couldn’t help but feel sad for those who were picking over a selection of melons grown from a far.

The Green Market seems to be one of a few in Fargo-Moorhead that sources local products and offers a menu based upon what’s fresh and seasonal.  Of the area’s restaurants that do offer a seasonal menu, Green Market’s menu differs day to day.

We split this vibrant cheese plate, $15, while the co-owner picked out a mean red wine to go with our meals (and mean is good).  Please take away my laptop if I start describing food as “bananas.”

This was my favorite cheese plate I have tried, thus far.  I don’t remember the exact cheese selections, but they ranged from a lush triple creme brie to Gorgonzola dolce to crumbly cheddar.  The plate was sprinkled with micro greens, dried and fresh fruits, and sweet cubes of quince paste.  We scooped up the contents of this plate with a thoughtful selection of focaccia, crostini, and flax seed crackers.  Cheeses are also available for purchase from the restaurant’s small deli case.
We also nibbled from a plate of smokey baba ganoush and slightly spicy green beans in a tomato sauce, garnished with olives, giant capers, and more breads. 
Jake ordered a cup of beef soup and the ND 28 day-dry aged beef burger on foccacia with cheese, $12.   
The soup’s broth was round and subtly sweet, containing pulled beef and crisp bites of corn.  My only small quibble is that the beef had a little more bite than I’d prefer.

Jake’s burger was served on toasted focaccia.  We enjoyed the burger patty’s beefier than average flavor.  Plus, it was juicy and cooked to medium rare. 

The adopted Koreans chose the Korean chicken.
The boneless chicken pieces were tender and moist.  Even the breast meat, which I usually avoid since it’s usually dry.  This chicken tasted like it had been brined and a thin layer of crispy chicken skin sat on top.  The sauce was a little bit sweet and nutty with sesame.  The heat level was slightly spicy.  I could have used more heat, but I can usually use more heat.  Overall, the dish was a fun interpretation of Korean flavors.  
The Koreans liked the Korean chicken. 
Last, we all shared a couple orders of this sweet corn cake with ice cream and caramel sauce.  The cake was light in texture and just sweet enough.  Chewy kernels of corn dotted the cake.  We also enjoyed the caramel sauce that was also sweet enough with a slightly bitter note.  I’m not typically one who leaves room for dessert, but I know that I ate more than my fair share.  
This Sunday, September 16th, 2 p.m., the Green Market is hosting a fundraiser to raise money to restore the Probstfield family’s original log cabin, which is possibly the oldest structure in the Red River Valley.  Bernie’s Wines & Liquors is donating wine while the Green Market is providing cheese and fruit platters.  I’m honored to be among a few others who will briefly speak about the farm, herbs, and food blogging.  Join us if you can.
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