Ms. Cleaver Chronicles

A very Happy New Year from Mr. and Ms. Cleaver!

Thank you for sharing 2009 with us and I look forward to an exciting Twenty-Ten!

…or you really can’t go home again.

Mr. Cleaver and I just returned from an almost week spent at my Mother’s in Napa, California. Our flight out was delayed (canceled and re-booked, really) by two days due to a huge snowstorm on the east coast, but our actual travel was fairly uneventful.

It’d been two and half years since I’d last been back and it was the first time I was truly hit by the fact that I didn’t live there anymore. Though in general Napa has gotten more touristy, with large hotels and tourist-aimed shopping centers being the most noticeable changes, not all that much was different (the Uptown Theatre is still closed, the flood abatement project still isn’t completed, the Cinedome still stands tall, my mother’s favorite restaurant is still the Red Hen, and Butter Cream still makes the best doughnuts in town).

But it wasn’t home – I didn’t remember my way around the roads, my childhood bedroom was filled with boxes of things that weren’t mine, all the art seemed lower on the walls, I couldn’t recall where the pots went in the kitchen, the bakery I once worked in was now a hair salon. I not longer had any ownership of the place as it is, only as it was and it was a sobering feeling.

That said, the weather was beautiful and it was nice to see family (Mr. Cleaver got to meet a lot of my mother’s side of the family for the first time) and friends (shout out to Angie & Steve, Sean, Heatherly & Angelina!). I love that there will always be people in my life that no matter how long it’s been since we’ve talked or seen each other (which is regrettably often too long), we can always pick back up right where we left off – and that’s a comforting feeling.

I didn’t take many photos while on the trip, but I did take a series of shots on Christmas morning when Mr. Cleaver and I visited my neighborhood park (which is, yes, also a city drainage basin). I’d like to point out that Mr. Cleaver is wearing my Christmas gift to him, a Woven Bands Pullover re-imagined as an Elizabeth Zimmerman shirt-yoke seamless sweater knit in Cascade Eco-Wool.  Mr. Cleaver loves it, which makes me so happy  – you have no idea.

Back on May 14th, 2008 I posted a pie without a recipe or a link to a recipe – it was an attempt that didn’t quite work out and I hadn’t gotten another chance to test out a new version.  My brother has not let me live this down. He pretty much brings it up every time we talk.

In general, I just wasn’t all that inspired to give it another try, but then I had the Snicker’s Pie at the Great Lost Bear and found my chocolate filling. That, along with  having my company holiday potluck today, gave me enough reason to make a second go. (Oh  – and can I say my company’s Christmas potluck includes a fresh raw oyster shucking station and a pound of local shrimp is the parting gift? I love Maine. )

The tart was a big hit at the party -  it turned out exactly how I wanted, chocolately without being too much like cake or pudding and a perfect balance of flavors.  And so after a year and a half of waiting,  here it is.

Merry Christmas, Big Brother.

S’more Pie

Makes 8 to 10 servings

For crust:
8 to 9 graham crackers,  finely ground (about 1 cup)
5 to 6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1/4 cup sugar

For filling:
1 1/4 cups (10 oz.) heavy cream
9 ounces bittersweet chocolate chips (not more than 65% cacao if marked)(as always, I prefer Ghirardelli’s)
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon salt

For Topping:
Half a bag of mini-marshmallows

Equipment:
a 9-inch round fluted tart pan (1 inch deep) or 9-inch pie pan

Make crust:

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Shift together graham crackers and sugar. Stir in melted butter and press evenly onto bottom and up sides of tart pan. Bake until firm, about 10-12 minutes. Cool on a rack 15 to 20 minutes

Make filling:

Bring cream to a boil, then pour over chocolate in a bowl and let stand 5 minutes. Gently stir until smooth. Whisk together eggs, vanilla, and salt in another bowl until frothy, then fold into melted chocolate.

Pour filling into cooled crust. Bake until filling is set about 3 inches from edge but center is still wobbly, 20 to 25 minutes. (Center will continue to set as tart cools.) Cool completely in pan on rack, about 1 hour.

Add topping:
Distribute about half a bag of mini marshmallows on the tart, until the top of tart is evenly covered and place under broiler until marshmallows are golden brown (about 1-2 minutes, but watch carefully and rotate as needed).

Best served when marshmallows are warm and gooey! (If you don’t eat it all in one sitting – and I’d be amazed if you do – it’s seriously rich, store in the fridge. Let sit out until room temperature before eating and if desired, microwave for a few seconds to re-gooify the marshmallows).

In other news, last weekend I made my annual batch of peanut brittle and this photo op was too good to skip, even if my hair is a little crazy and I’m wearing one of John’s flannel shirts.

CHOMP!

In other, other news. I’m off to my hometown of Napa, California for a week come Sunday. I haven’t been back since before I was married! I may not have internet while I’m gone, but I’ll let you know all about it on my return. If you’re a Napa-based reader, send me a email/comment before Sunday – I’d love to meet up!

Here are some small things that are bringing me joy these days:

The labels in my new vintage sweater

Lacey Mitts* to keep my hands warm when I drive

Evening games of Trivial Pursuit with Mr. Cleaver

and a new warm scarf in a special yarn**:

* Wine and Roses Mitts in Malabrigo Lace
** Just Enough Ruffles Scarf in Tess’ Designer Yarns‘ Cultivated Silk and Wool

Last night was our first real snow of the season in Portland – around 6 inches.

Between the snow, seeing the Nutcracker Friday night, and the balsam pine scent of our $8 roadside wreath, I’m starting to feel very much in the Holiday spirit.

Only 19 days left to go!

This Thanksgiving, Mr. Cleaver and I had the pleasure of hosting my big brother Luke and his lovely wife Jen for a few days. I think we crammed two days worth of activities into each one, showed the family some Portland-area highlights and had an all-around good time.

Photos 1, 3, 4, 5, 7 by Luke and Jen