Goat Cheese Tomato Pie

All over the food blog world, folks are declaring that fall is here.  It’s the season for pumpkins and root vegetables and casseroles and braised meats.  Except that I live in Los Angeles, where it has been close to or over 90 degrees Fahrenheit for the past week and a half.  Where was this in June, Los Angeles?  Where was it in July (when we were further north and would have missed it!)?  Why now, now that school has started and I have to wear professional clothes all week and can’t be here to keep the windows open all morning, do we finally get the month or so of scorching temperatures when everyone else has packed up their popsicle molds weeks ago?

Food Blog August 2013-2488Well I’m not convinced that it’s fall.  I’m calling it late summer.  And this is convenient, because the heirloom tomato bushes that have grown into a vast jungle in my backyard are still heavy with fruit.  The Farmers’ Market we frequent is still bursting with bright bell peppers and corn and stone fruits, and hasn’t yet been taken over by cruciferous vegetables or potatoes.

Food Blog August 2013-2468A few weeks ago, stunned by the number of gleaming tomatoes we’d managed to produce, in shades of deep crimson and flame yellow, I did what anyone trying to find inspiration would do.  I asked Facebook.  And my friend M. responded with an idea I’d never considered: tomato pie.

Food Blog August 2013-2474Food Blog August 2013-2479Since tomatoes are a fruit, I suppose it shouldn’t seem so strange to put them in a pie.  (Isn’t pizza, in fact, the ultimate incarnation of a tomato pie?)  But I quickly determined that mine would be savory rather than sweet, and from there things fell together with little effort.  Creamy, tangy goat cheese pairs so well with the acidic sweetness of tomatoes, and a handful of fresh herbs from the garden add a grassy complexity to the dish.

Food Blog August 2013-2480Making a pie, of course, entails making a pie crust, and this remains one of my greatest nemeses in the cooking world (it’s all about the butter, I’m sure of it.  The size and the temperature are almost impossible for me to get right, and given this and all the trouble I had with buttercream frosting I’m almost convinced I should just have gotten it out in the open from the beginning and renamed this blog Butter Problems).  But I considered a few techniques I’d read about recently in Shirley O. Corriher’s genius book Bakewise, which takes a scientific approach to baking, not only providing stellar sounding recipes, but explaining carefully what each ingredient does for the final product, and offering options that will result in a subtly or staggeringly different end product.  In her section on pie crust, Corriher explains that crust texture is a near catch-22 between flakiness and tenderness.  Flakiness comes from leaving the butter in sizable chunks, so that during the baking process the crust puffs into layers before the butter has had a chance to melt fully.  Tenderness, though, comes from being sure the flour has been fully hydrated, which can only happen with full incorporation of the liquid element.  Yet overworking the dough makes it tough, and the flakiness quotient disintegrates as you break the butter into smaller and smaller bits.  See why I don’t like making pie crust?

Food Blog August 2013-2462Food Blog August 2013-2466But this crust was magic.  I decided that if what we really wanted was flakes and tenderness, and if fat helps along hydration and acidity contributes to a tender final product, then the little container of buttermilk that had been sitting quietly at the back of my refrigerator for weeks was the consummate answer.  And it was.  The crust came together quickly, rolled out like a dream, and was stable enough that I was actually able to give it some decorative edging before I packed it full of goat cheese and thick slices of tomato and shoved it into the oven.

Food Blog August 2013-2482Food Blog August 2013-2483Food Blog August 2013-2485Food Blog August 2013-2491Food Blog August 2013-2495We weren’t exactly sure what to expect of this dish (in fact, when I said “tomato pie” to N., he made a very interesting face), but after we’d both gone back for a second slice, and then a sliver of a third, we decided that we must like it.  It’s a really nice balance of flavors, with the sweet sharpness of tomatoes mellowed into something almost meaty, but still light in spite of the layer of tangy cheese.  The perfect late summer supper.  But it would also, I think, be a great brunch option, or a light lunch with a fresh salad, or, cut into very thin slices, a beautiful canapé for a bridal or baby shower.

Food Blog August 2013-2499Goat cheese tomato pie
makes one 9-10 inch pie
For the crust:
6 oz. flour (or a fluffy 1 ½ cups)
1 tsp sea salt
¼ tsp ground black pepper
1 stick butter, very cold, cut into 8 pieces (if you are going to use your food processor to make the crust, the butter can be frozen)
3-5 TB buttermilk, very cold (I put mine in a little glass in the freezer for 5-10 minutes before I start making the crust)
For the filling:
8 oz. goat cheese, at room temperature
1 TB milk
1 clove garlic, finely minced, or ¼ tsp garlic powder
2 TB chopped chives
1-2 tsp chopped mixed herbs (I used thyme and oregano)
2-3 large heirloom tomatoes, cut into ½ inch thick slices (this quantity is inexact, since heirloom tomatoes differ in size.  You are looking for enough slices to create a slightly overlapped single layer over the goat cheese filling)
Salt and pepper to taste
Drizzle of olive oil

 

  • To make the crust, combine the flour, salt, and pepper in a bowl.
  • If you are using a food processor, dump in the chunks of butter and pulse on three-second intervals until the butter has been broken up a bit and some pieces are the size of walnut halves, while some are more like peas.  If you are using a mixing bowl, cut in the butter with a pastry blender, two knives, or your fingers.
  • Dribble in 3 TB of the buttermilk and pulse again on three-second intervals (or use a fork or your fingers to combine).  If the dough begins to clump together like wet sand or crumbly cake, you are done!  If it is too dry to come together, add another TB of buttermilk and pulse again.
  • Dump out your crumbles of just-tacky dough onto a big piece of plastic wrap.  Using the plastic wrap to help you, press and squash and manipulate the dough into a disc of about 1 inch thick.  Wrap it up and stow it in the fridge for 30-45 minutes.
  • While the dough chills, prep the filling ingredients.
  • Place the sliced tomatoes on a double layer of paper towels lining a cookie sheet.  This will allow them to drain a bit, so they won’t expel quite as much juice in the oven.  Let them sit for at least 15 minutes.
  • Once the goat cheese is at room temperature, combine it with the milk and the chives in a small bowl.  This miniscule quantity of milk thins the goat cheese out just enough to make it spreadable.  The chives are, of course, all about flavor.
  • Preheat the oven to 400F and transport your disc of dough from the fridge to a well-floured board.  Unwrap it and let it warm up just a touch – no more than five minutes or so.
  • With a rolling pin, push from the middle of the dough circle out away from you – toward what we might term the top edge.  Then, return to the middle and push back toward you.  You will now have a strange, elongated oval.  Rotate the disc about a quarter of a turn and repeat, so you’re slowly returning the dough to a circular shape.  If you get some cracks, don’t worry about it – you can either press the dough back together manually, or it will miraculously repair itself as you roll.  If things get sticky, sprinkle on some additional flour.
  • When your dough is rolled out into a basic circle with a diameter 1-2 inches bigger than your pie dish, it’s time to transport it once again.  Roll it up loosely around your rolling pin, then unroll it into the pie dish, draping it gently into the crease where the bottom of the pan becomes sides.  You should have some excess dough around the top.  That’s good.  In small sections, fold it in on itself so it is even with the top edge of the pie dish, creating a thicker edge.  If you wish, make this edge decorative by pressing it in at intervals with your thumb or the tines of a fork.
  • With a spatula, spread the goat cheese mixture in an even layer across the bottom of the crust.  Be careful not to press too hard, as you’ll squash the crust down.
  • Next, layer the tomatoes as attractively as you can manage (for me, this was not very much) over the cheese.  You can overlap them slightly, but the point here is to completely cover the cheese in something as close to a single layer as possible.  This will allow them to receive heat evenly – we don’t want some of them roasty and others stewed.
  • Sprinkle the tomato slices with your 1-2 tsp of mixed herbs, salt and pepper to taste, and a good glug of olive oil for gloss.
  • Bake at 400F for about 30 minutes, until the crust is cooked through and becomes golden, and the tomatoes begin to crumple.
  • Remove from oven and let cool for 10-15 minutes before slicing, to regain some structural integrity.  Tomato juice will gush about when you cut into it; there’s just no avoiding it.  But it will be that utterly delicious kind of gushing that you end up feeling pretty pleased about.  Serve warm or at room temperature.

impromptu

Friday, by the hours:

8am (or so… you know…): out walking the dog.  By the time I returned home, there was a message in my inbox from S., asking a few folks if they’d be interested in happy hour-ing that afternoon at 5.

9am: RSVPed  Absolutely. Affirmative.

9:05-3pm: The day got away from me a bit.  There was reading to be done, rooms to be tidied, and an unexpected nap to be taken…

3:30pm and I had nothing to bring to happy hour.  I shoved a bottle of wine into the refrigerator and riffled through my pages of Bittman options.  Then I set off to the grocery store to buy sun-dried tomatoes.

“82. Tomato Pinwheels: Soak 1 cup dried tomatoes in hot water, drain and pulse in a food processor with 1 tablespoon olive oil and 1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme (add water or oil if necessary). Combine 2 cups flour, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 teaspoons baking powder and 1 teaspoon baking soda with 4 tablespoons cold butter (use food processor or fingers). Stir in ¾ cup yogurt or buttermilk and gather the dough into a ball. Roll into a large rectangle on a floured surface, spread the tomatoes all over the dough and roll it up lengthwise. Cut the log crosswise into 1-inch slices, put them on a baking sheet and bake at 400 degrees until puffed and golden, 7 to 10 minutes.”

By 4pm I was back in the kitchen.  With miniscule exceptions, I followed Bittman’s directions exactly. I added a few grinds of black pepper to the tomato mixture in the food processor, I used greek yogurt with a splash of cream to bring the dough together, and I floured my bread board with whole wheat flour, because I hadn’t checked my flour supply before my trek to the store for tomatoes, and as it turned out I had exactly two cups of white flour in the whole house.  I also ended up baking the little pinwheels a bit longer than Bittman directs.

I have a deep and abiding fear of dough.  You know this, because I’ve told you before.  I buy pie crust for every quiche I make.  I routinely tear giant, unfixable holes in the pre-made, refrigerated dough I purchase to make pizza.  I’ve tackled, successfully, a total of one dough+yeast products, which just happens to make focaccia AND pizza, and despite that it comes out a little differently every time.  And yet, when I was in a hurry and hoping for something company-worthy, I picked a brand new recipe based on dough…

As it turns out, this one was pretty unthreatening, minus a terrifying moment when my half-rolled-out-kinda-sorta-rectangle was losing crumbly pieces all over the place.  I tried patching it back together, I tried pinching the corners and kneading, and finally what worked was dropping the bits in the middle of the rectangle of dough and running a rolling pin over them violently a couple of times.  Since my fingers were deeply crusted with sticky, floury bits, no photographs were taken during the rolling-patching-pinching process. I should hire a photographer who promises to only take pictures of the food.

The best thing, though, was spreading the tomato filling over the dough.  It made this beautiful bright textured layer over the dough and it smelled like summer and warmth.  Savory frosting.  Doubting but gleeful, I carefully rolled it into a fat log, encasing the filling safely inside.

You need a sharp knife to slice this log.  A really sharp knife.  Otherwise, the dough tears and the log becomes flat and the tomato filling crumbles out and there is no earthly way of getting it back into the sweet little curlicues it creates.  I spaced them out on a greased cookie sheet and stowed it in the oven with great hope. 

4:45pm: Makeup applied and hair combed, I returned to the kitchen to check my pinwheels.  At ten minutes, they were barely golden and the dough felt a bit squashy.  I gave them two additional minutes while I found a pair of shoes that were a.) not dusted red from the bark trail I walk the dog on, and b.) not grubby flip-flops.  Happy hour is a serious thing, you see.

When I pulled them out the second time, they were gorgeous: puffed, golden, tender, and smelling like a bakery and a garden.  Glamour shots, aluminum foil, and a brief car-ride later, and they were ready for their debut.

5:15pm: These are amazing. The dough was flaky and tender with a suggestion of sourness from the yogurt.  The tomato mixture was tart and sweet and herbaceous, and each pinwheel was a lovely three bite experience of lightness and flavor and the barest crunch.

5:45pm: Plate empty and wine glasses refilled, we were already talking about other things you could do with this foundation.  Tapenade, any kind of pesto (basil, arugula, parsley, kale, spinach), onion jam, whole or mashed cloves of roasted garlic, maybe even cheese… the possibilities loom large.

8pm: This is a strong contender for this year’s Thanksgiving appetizer menu.  And maybe Christmas too.

Dinner for one

At the beginning of October, N. went to a literary conference in Spearfish, South Dakota.  That’s right, Spearfish.  For almost a week.  Now, I don’t even like eating dinner alone, much less rattling around the empty (all-but-dog) house in the evening and settling into bed by myself (again, aside from the dog who spent each night usurping more of my blankets).  You hear the creaking and settling of an old house much more clearly when something is out of the ordinary.

To assuage my loneliness, of course, I turned to food.  There are several items in this wonderful culinary world that N. doesn’t like.  One of them is shrimp.  I know, I must be crazy for having married him with such a deficiency (another of his dislikes is coconut.  Crazy!), but otherwise he’s pretty perfect.  So in his absence, I ate shrimp.  A recent issue of Cooking Light had a wonderful looking shrimp pasta recipe that I wanted to try out, and with the crustacean hater a full time zone away, this was my opportunity.

Shrimp, pine nuts, a little white wine, basil, and some nutmeg and pepper spiced cream made the sauce, and I tossed spaghetti into it and folded the creamy sauce around the long strands of pasta before adding a generous grating of Parmesan cheese.  Though this sounded like an excellent meal all on its own, I have been making an effort lately to be sure I include some kind of vegetable (or fruit) material in my meals, and a few julienned leaves of basil wasn’t going to cut it on this one.

I turned to tomatoes.  Our sungold cherry tomato plant, with which I’ve been having a serious love affair all summer, provided me with several generous handfuls of tiny, deep orangey-gold spheres of sweet juicy flavor explosions.  I drizzled a little olive oil over them in a small skillet and agitated them in the pan until they started to burst their skins.  Then I added salt, pepper, and two big glugs of balsamic vinegar and let it heat through until barely simmering.  Then I couldn’t stand it anymore, and ate a huge helping of tomatoes and pasta.

It was delicious.  The sauce for the pasta was creamy and luscious, punctuated by bursts of freshness from the basil, and deep, complex buttery nuttiness from the pine nuts and nutmeg.  The tomatoes, meanwhile, were tart and sweet – almost sweet enough to be dessert.  When I went back for a second helping (what can I say, I was all by myself with no one to help me enjoy the feast!), an amazing thing had happened.  Though I had turned off the stove (safety first!), I had left the pan containing the tomatoes on the cooling burner, and there was enough residual heat to begin to reduce the balsamic vinegar.  What remained was a slowly thickening syrup of balsamic and sweet cherry tomato juice, sticky and oozing among the deflating tomatoes.  I couldn’t stand it, I gobbled up the remaining spoonfuls and left the rest of the pasta for another day.

At my house, dinner for one looked like this:

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Roast Chicken, part III

With one delicious dinner out of the way and several quarts of stock safely frozen, I used the remaining chicken (the bits I could save; N. kept snacking on succulent pieces straight from the refrigerator!) to make one of my all time favorite summer dinners.  With two more big heirlooms ready on the vine, I made a simple chicken salad from the roasted leftovers.  I shredded up the chicken into bite-sized chunks with my fingers, then added just the necessities.  Well, mostly just the necessities.  A creamy spoonful of mayonnaise.  Finely chopped dill.  Julienned yellow pole beans from our garden that I’d lightly steamed.  A handful of mixed chives and green onions, diced up.  Salt and pepper to taste.

Cut the tomatoes ¾ of the way through so that eight thick, juicy slices hang together by half an inch or so at the bottom, but begin to pull apart, leaving a perfectly ripe, red vessel for the chicken salad.

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Pile it up good and high.

Sometimes for presentation’s sake, I place the tomato atop a ruffled piece of butter lettuce.  Sometimes I don’t.

Then I eat it.

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Homecoming

I know I’m going about this a bit backwards, but I just wanted to show off what was weighing down our plants in the back garden when we returned from our California trip:

IMG_1711Just look at that!  I love how the cherry tomatoes are still clinging to their stems, though less than five minutes later I was thrilled to liberate them.  Our friend K., who was just one of the delightful people who helped us produce this harvest by watering the garden in our absence, told me that the sungolds are like tiny little jewels of crack.  I concurred.

Oh, and don’t forget the blackberries, my inspiration for this blog in the first place:

IMG_1713They are already chilling in the freezer, waiting to be made into blackberry mojitos.  There are honestly enough of them to experiment with other concoctions, but really, why mess with a good recipe?