Bring on the Sauce ~ Oops! Wrong Kind of Sauce

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When Chef told us that we’d be studying about and making sauces last week, you couldn’t slap the smile off my face or stop me from immediately opening my book to Chapter 8. Well, maybe not THAT much of a freak, but I did impart to our Captain that if he thought I had asked a lot of questions before, just wait until we delved into this little market basket.

I think it seriously kicks ass that in a mostly male dominated profession, the fact that the most elemental components (in my opinion) of cooking are the MOTHER sauces! From the mother sauces come baby sauces, or small sauces ~ and they are soooo much fun! In case you’re interested, the mother sauces are: Bechamel, Espagnole, Tomato, Hollandaise, Veloute and Demi. The easy way to remember these is a little phrase that goes thus: BETH has VD. We weren’t taught that Demi-Glace is a mother sauce, but it wouldn’t be funny or memorable if Beth only had V.

I LOVE SAUCES! So basically, I was pretty much jumping up and down and pointing last week. We made a brown stock and a white stock and then went to town! The aromas emanating from the Basics Kitchen perfumed the entire school. It’s like when you open the front door and get that first whiff of your moms’ spaghetti. From these stocks we made those aforementioned MOTHER sauces which we transformed into Supremes and Allamendes, Marchand de Vin, Sauce Robert and Chasseur. To our Bechamel we added sauteed onion for a Soubise and oodles of cheese for a Mornay. How can we forget our Hollandaisse and Bernaise. All I ate when I got home from school was fiber. God help me!!

It would be sacriligious not to mention the fact that from these beautifully prepared stocks come even more beautiful soups! The race for my adoration between soups and sauces is neck and neck. Imaginary pots of stock sit on my shoulders and whisper “Make me into a soup!” “Make me into a Sauce!” They can be so irritating. However, as much as I adore those MOTHERS, I don’t think “Into the Sauce” would have been a good name for my company. Hits a little too close to home, if you know what I mean. So, guess what we get to play with next? Chapter 9 ~ Understanding Soups! God help Chef Macc!!

Lore of The Reuben

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While having an ‘after shifter’ with our team the other night, our musings walked us down the road to our Reuben Sandwich. A pic of the 1313 Clubs’ creation had recently been featured as a cover photo for North Idaho Life Foodies and we were really excited about it! Knowing just a wee bit about this concoction, I poured another Bourbon and shed some light on the subject.

If you think about it, this is actually one hell of an international composition. Irish Corned Beef, German Sauerkraut, Russian Dressing, Swiss Cheese, and Jewish Rye. It’s as if a few folks from the UN got together, downed a pint or two and made a team sandwich.

The controversy surrounding the birth of the Reuben run old and run deep and are somewhat amusing. I mean, seriously, a one-hundred-year old debate about the genesis of a lunch menu item? Chest thumping origins date from 1914 to 1937.

Arnold Reuben, founder of New York’s Reuben’s Restaurant and Delicatessen, claims the creation was inspired in 1914 by an out of work actress who may or may not have been a Charlie Chaplin paramour. In an interview in 1937, Arnold details the ingredients of his “man sized sandwich” which does not include either corned beef or pastrami. So, there you go.

Another New Yorker, Jacob Reuben, felt that his family’s Jewish Orthodox ways were uncool. Right? Jacob moved out of the family abode and was one the first Jews in Brooklyn to have just one kitchen – the other he converted into a study. Jake laid said “Dibs” around 1925 whilst working the deli he opened in line with his career as a butcher. Corroborating accounts for this “Reuben” don’t rank highly.

Lithuanian born Reuben Kulakofsky hailed from Omaha, Nebraska and his claim appears more widely accepted. At about the same time that the Dagwood and Blondie comic strip hit the scene (circa 1933), Mr. Kulakofsky was a wholesale grocer and co-owner of the Central Market in Omaha. “Kay”, as he was affectionately known, spent quite a bit of time with his poker buddies. They called themselves “The Committee” and liked to create sandwiches that sated them after rigorous hours of bluffing and puffing. One of the regulars at the table, Charles Schimmel, owned The Blackstone Hotel and put the sandwich on his menu; must have been Reuben’s lucky night.

Rather than put my stamp on any one in particular, I’m going to take the safe route and assume that The Reuben simply evolved. But who cares anyway? Along with the fact that this sandwich is my personal favorite, it has a lot of lore behind it. You’ve got to admit that with so many people clamoring for ownership rights there’s just something special about The Reuben. Come see us at 1313 Club and take a bite of history.

Mark Tarbell’s Mom’s Tomato Soup

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I’m proud to consider Chef Mark Tarbell a friend and a colleague. He runs a little joint in Phoenix called….Tarbells! He is not only an amazing human, but a super duper cook! He shared his Mom’s tomato soup dish with us a while back and I still remember the taste.

Tomato Soup

Makes 4 quarts (8 generous servings)
2 yellow onions
5 pounds vine ripened tomatoes
2 cups EVOO
2 cups heavy cream
3 lemons, juiced

1. Cut onions julienne.
2. Place onions into a large pot with olive oil and cook over medium heat until very tender (about
an hour).
3. Core and cut tomatoes into quarters.
4. Once onions are cooked, add quartered tomatoes.
5. Cook over medium heat until the tomatoes become shapeless (about an hour and a half).
6. Once tomatoes are fully broken down, remove from heat and puree with a stick blender.
7. Continue to mix while adding cream and lemon juice.
8. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
9. Strain through a mesh strainer.
10. Enjoy!!

Beef Stew

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Heidi’s Beef Stew

Preheat Oven to 275.

5 lb Chuck Roast ~ Cut into Bite Sized Pieces
3 T. Unsalted Butter
3 T. Olive Oil
2 T. Tomato Paste
2 Cups Onion, Small Dice
1 1/2 Cups Carrot, Small Dice
1 Cup Celery, Small Dice
2 Cups Sliced Mushrooms
1 cup Red Wine
4 Cups Beef Stock plus 2 cups hot water
2 Cups Diced Red Potato
1/4 Cup Fresh Rosemary, Minced
Salt & Pepper to Taste

In a large Dutch Oven, heat 1/2 butter & olive oil on high. Salt and pepper the meat and add to pot a little at a time. Don’t crowd the pan. Saute on high, don’t crowd the pan. Remove meat and set aside.

Add tomato paste, stir LOTS and let get a little brown. Add more of the oil and butter and add the onion, carrot, celery, mushroom and rosemary. Saute until translucent, about 5 minutes.

Add meat back to pot and heat up for about 4 minutes. Turn heat to high and add the wine. Cook until you can no longer smell the wine. Add beef stock and water and bring to a medium simmer.

Cover and put in oven until beef is tender, about 2 hours or so. 45 minutes before serving, add spuds and finish cooking. That’s it, kiddos. Enjoy!!!

Welcome to Wallace!

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Have you ever dreamed of living in a Main Street Community in the mountains of Northern Idaho? How about owning a building erected in the late-1800’s which houses an historic saloon & grill? Wait, wait, there’s more…. this dream comes with the option to reside in a totally kick butt loft. Yea, never in my wildest dreams; but it happened, and here’s how.

In the summer of 2016 I road tripped up to Sandpoint, ID to visit one of my best friends and the ‘magic’ of Northern Idaho hit me like a Mack Truck; less serious injury or nasty scars, of course.

Two months later, Keith and I came up together and that Mack Truck hit him harder than it did me. Our original plan was to purchase a 5 to 10-acre piece of land, build a cabin, start raising livestock and live the dream. Long story short, 10 months later we stumbled upon Wallace and a little bird told us that 1313 Club was for sale. We came, we gasped and we signed on! This idyllic town has captured our hearts and is now the place we call home.

We’d like to extend a gynormous THANK YOU to the community of Wallace and The Silver Valley for such a warm welcome and generous support. Kudos to real estate agents, Ryan Schuster, and Jim Hendrixson for their guidance. Finally, many warm wishes to Dean and Jill Cooper for making sure we were comfortable and ready to make a go of this on our own. Our deep appreciation for your gracious time, energy and the desire for us to succeed is beyond words.

You never know where life may take you. After many years of contemplation, planning and wonder, in the end, we decided to let it take us where it may and we landed in a dream. We feel so Welcome in Wallace!

Peace Out,

Heidi and Keith