by Krista | Nov 26, 2009 | Plucky Thursday
For as long as I can remember, Nanaimo Bars have been a feature at every family holiday dessert table. The mere mention of the name can cause my overseas brothers to groan in jealous delight. 🙂
They come from my homeland of Canada and are devilish little morsels, chock full of butter and chocolate and more butter.
So on this most American of holidays, I wish my Yankee friends HAPPY THANKSGIVING and share a little treat from our Canadian Thanksgiving holidays.

Nanaimo Bars
Nanaimo Bars
Bottom Layer:
1/2 cup softened butter
1/4 cup white sugar
5 tablespoons Hershey’s Special Dark cocoa
1 large egg, beaten
1 3/4 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/2 cup walnuts, chopped
1 cup shredded coconut
Middle Layer:
1/2 cup butter
3 tablespoons milk
2 tablespoons vanilla pudding powder
2 cups powdered sugar
Topping:
4 ounces dark chocolate
1/4 cup butter
Directions:
Bottom Layer:
- Melt first 3 ingredients in top of double boiler or heavy saucepan.
- Add egg & stir to cook & thicken.
- Remove from heat.
- Stir in remaining ingredients& press firmly into an ungreased 9 x 9-inch pan.
Middle Layer:
- Cream all ingredients together; beat until light.
- Spread over bottom layer.
Topping:
- Melt chips & butter over low heat; cool.
- When cooled but still runny, spread over middle layer.
- Chill in refrigerator. Use a very sharp knife to cut into squares.
by Krista | Nov 25, 2009 | Compatriot Wednesday
Once a week I join a group of friends for Culinary Experimentation Club. It started out with five of us, formed after the season finale of “24” left us with free Monday evenings. 🙂 Over the months new foodies have swelled our ranks to 13 on an average night.
It is such a jolly time, everyone arriving with armloads of ingredients, visiting amiably over glasses of wine as we stir, chop, roast and finally, EAT!
We are a motley crew of musicians, artists, computer techies, writers, students, and salesmen. Many of us were strangers until Culinary Experimentation Club brought us together, and for some of us, this night is the only time our lives intersect.
In our regular lives we face divorces, single-parenting, heartbreak, and turmoil of faith, but this weekly gathering is a safe haven, a place to love and be loved and divulge as little or as much as we like. Outside world tensions ease as we sip our drinks, discuss recipes, and sneak bits of each others creations when no one (or everyone!) is looking.
I love these people.
This week we chose a Southern theme, adding a dash of Swedish to keep things interesting.
Toby started off the evening with a gorgeous cheese platter and beautiful apple flower, while Cameron braved the rain-storm to find some alder in the woods to smoke flank steak and brisket.

Cheese Platter

Apple Flower

Smoked Brisket
Darren made homemade creamed corn in the crock pot and prosciutto wrapped asparagus in the smoker.

Prosciutto-wrapped Asparagus
Kat’s friend Serena made a crispy coleslaw zesty with lime juice and fresh cilantro.
My brother and I made savory Swedish mashed potatoes, rich with ricotta cheese. Kat whipped up spicy gluten-free hush puppies and, with Mike’s hammer expertise, made a pan of fudge dotted with smashed candy canes.

(Clockwise from top left) Ryan, Kat, Mike, Cameron, Krista, Darren, Toby
Twas a delicious evening!
Swedish Mashed Potatoes
12 large potatoes
12 garlic cloves
1 stick butter
2 tsp garlic powder
15 oz tub ricotta cheese
15 oz tub sour cream
1 bunch scallions, sliced
paprika
Boil potatoes with garlic cloves until potatoes are tender. Mash potatoes, garlic and remaining ingredients. Spread mixture into buttered 9″ by 13″ pan, sprinkle with paprika and bake at 375 for 45 minutes until golden brown.
by Krista | Nov 24, 2009 | Gulliver Tuesday
Next to making and sharing delicious food, traveling is my favorite pastime. I gladly give up movies, new clothes and such, and put every spare penny towards plane tickets, hotel rooms and oh so fabulous meals.
This fall I spent a couple of weeks in Paris visiting family and dear friends. One brisk afternoon my friend Amy and I donned coats and scarves and set off for the Jardin de Luxembourg, instantly slowing to a saunter as we entered the gates.
Wide, leaf-strewn gravel paths meandered past twisted old trees, around great stretches of green grass bordered in short, scalloped iron fencing. At the center of nearly every grassy place was an intricately carved marble statue, its base festooned with flowers, the lawns dotted with fallen leaves.
It was lunchtime and clusters of teenagers parked themselves on chairs, benches and even the pathways to eat their meal, laughing, talking and smoking happily in the warm fall sunshine. Here and there an artist sat in the sun, capturing the autumnal beauty in chalk or paint. Well-dressed women sat alone with their thoughts, or shared them animatedly with a friend. My favorites were the elderly couples, the women in heels, dresses and wool coats, the men in dress pants and overcoats, both wearing hats, strolling hand in hand along the winding pathways.

We emerged from the park ages later, our hearts richly satisfied with the beauties we’d seen, and walked towards the Pantheon. By this time our stomachs were crying out for victuals, and we spotted a crêperie across the road. We had the cheeriest waiter, a young fellow about 22 who behaved as though nothing pleased him more than to see his customers happy.
He seated us outside at a tiny round table and brought us flat water and our buckwheat crêpes of choice. I chose a savory one filled with white ham, Emmental cheese, tomato and fried egg, while Amy indulged her sweet tooth with Nutella, banana and coconut. The crêpes were amazing – delectably crisp yet chewy, with fresh and flavorful fillings. Ooeee, SO good on a cold day! 🙂
They were delicious, so earthy, rich and hearty that within a day or two we were positively craving them!
We found another crêperie down a twisting side street and were directed to a teensy table by the window with two round-seated wooden chairs. Within a few minutes it was packed to the gills with locals – nary a tourist to be seen – so we were quite proud of our choice. 🙂 Amy’s crêpe was filled with melty, caramelized pears and I had a buckwheat one with cheese, ham and egg topped with a fabulous green salad with a vinegary dressing that dripped down onto the crepe. Deeeelicious!
Wanting to replicate these beauties at home, I experimented with flour and milk and came up with my own version that I love. I hope you will too!
Buckwheat Crepes
Ingredients:
2 cups coconut milk
1 Tbsp sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1 Tbsp butter, melted
1/2 cup buckwheat flour
3/4 cup flour
3 large eggs
Directions:
- Mix all ingredients in non-metal bowl and let sit overnight.
- Heat non-stick pan over medium-high heat.
- Use 1/4 batter per crepe, pour into pan and tilt to cover bottom. When nearly set, flip and brown other side for 10-30 seconds. Repeat until batter is used up.
- (The first couple of crepes may be flops – mine always are – but you’ll get the hang of it in no time.)
- Spread warm (or cold!) crepes with Nutella or top with shredded ham and Swiss cheese and heat until cheese is melted.
by Krista | Nov 24, 2009 | Bootstrap Monday
It’s pouring rain and I’m curled up on the couch under a quilt trying to get better. 🙂
Feeling perfectly blechy I will simply share a photo today, one of my absolute favorite tarts: Blueberry Cherry Tart with Maple Cream. Gnite!

The perfect thing to made a sick day better
by Krista | Nov 20, 2009 | Fabulous Friday
Welcome to Fabulous Friday where I feature a beloved cook, be they friend, family member or stranger.
With the launch of www.ramblingtart.com I simply had to feature the woman who taught me how to cook: my Mums. I love this picture of her, so happy surrounded by her kids and hubby.
I have so many amazing food memories with Mums – chocolate porridge, Vietnamese noodle soup, and Hungry Man Casserole – but I think my favorite is Sunday dinner.
Mums is the queen of idyllic Sunday dinners, rising early in the morning to slather up chickens with olive oil, stuff them with whole heads of garlic or chunks of lemon and sprinkle liberally with salt and pepper.
She would never dream of roasting the birds without first browning them beautifully, letting the high heat melt away the fat and turn the skin crisp and salty.
While the chickens roast a while on their own, she busies herself washing and chopping veggies – fingerling potatoes, turnips, parsnips, sweet potatoes, great chunks of onion and more garlic. Tossing them together in a big metal bowl, she glugs olive oil over the lot, adds salt, pepper and fresh rosemary from her garden, then nestles them in around the roasting chickens, pops them in the oven and dashes off to church.
This week Mums coated the veggies with heavy whipping cream instead of olive oil and the results were divine! Even the potatoes were moist and tender, their skins a lovely golden brown from the cream.

All of us kids love visiting Mums and Dad on Sundays, my brothers oh-ho-ho-ing appreciatively as they come in out of the cold to a house filled with the scent of roasted chicken.
After hanging up coats and scarves we natter away while setting the table with Mums’ cobalt blue dishes, carrying platters of steaming food from the stove, settling in to our usual chairs and bowing our heads for prayer. A quick one, lest a skin form on the gravy. 🙂
We linger longest over Sunday dinners, everyone getting seconds, the occasional hand snaking out for just one more potato, one last slice of chicken as we visit.
Afterward we adjourn to the living room for British murder mysteries and hot cups of Earl Grey tea with cream and maple syrup.
Thanks for making Sundays so beautiful, Mums. I love you!

My beautiful Mums