A year ago, I was almost purely a special occasion cook. I knew how to choose a good recipe out of the thousands on the Internet (or just flip to a page in one of Mom’s books). And I knew how to follow the recipe to get good results. Always aiming for the perfect, impressive, and complicated, I would prepare course after course, search for expensive wine, buy flowers, light candles, and set the table. Though mostly pleasurable, cooking was always such an ordeal.
But, it stands to reason that if something is difficult, you probably don’t want to do it very often. Over the last 12 months, however, I’ve been converted. Weeknight cooking is now my mainstay, and I continue to be surprised by how good it can be. I love the fast pace, the time constraints, the experimentation, the screw ups, and the extra splash of wine we pour ourselves as celebration or condolence.
But every once in a while, I still love to forget time and schedules and cook with complicated, impressive, ridiculous abandon. There is nothing like that overwhelming feeling of delight and pride when you take a bite of something you’ve so carefully made—surrounded by nice dishes, soft candle light, and good wine—and it’s just so freakin’ good. (And it ain’t bad when people tell you so, either.)
Last weekend was Dad’s birthday. With Mom and Maggy away on book tour, it was up to me to make sure Dad wasn’t alone—or worse, hungry—on his birthday. I figured a birthday was a better excuse than most to pull out all the stops.
For years I’ve wanted to attempt homemade gnocchi, and with autumn on its way, the idea of sweet potato gnocchi was absolutely stuck in my head. Tony’s Italian grandmother has taught him the simple art of gnocchi-making, so I figured with his knowledge and my enthusiasm we couldn’t fail. And let me tell you, we didn’t. The process was actually quite simple, and the finished product was unspeakably good—soft, light, savory pillows nestled up with sage, browned butter, and Parmigiano.
We also had some frozen beef short ribs that had lost their vacuum seal, as well as a head of cabbage that was getting on in days. (I know, we’re pathetic. Even with special meals, we can’t resist the urge to use up aging food.) So we braised the short ribs low and slow in red wine and stock and served them over spicy sautéed cabbage. Anything braised on a bed of something is my favorite food in the world, and this was no different.
And since my father, who hardly ever eats dessert, can often be found standing in front of the freezer with a spoon in the carton of ice cream, we decided to finish off the meal with a simple homemade cinnamon-chocolate ice cream.
The meal was wonderful, as much for the food, wine, and candlelight, as it was for the company (and the compliments from Dad). He seemed so grateful that we’d put in all that time and energy just for him. And he said many times that night—and I tend to agree with him—that a special meal is about the best present you can give someone.
And speaking of presents… your cooking that special meal for David was a gift to me as well. It was so great to know that in my absence he was so lovingly wined and dined on his birthday.
I think I have to add this to this list of dishes I want at your house next time I’m there. Don’t you still have some in the freezer? If so, save me some!
All I got dad was a sweater from Banana Republic. This is way better. What are you making me for my birthday? Can I request homemade gnocchi this far in advance?
Wendi @ Bon Appetit Hon says
Sharon, what a great way to give your dad a special birthday. Braised short ribs? Hope we see those here sometime soon.
I agree. The Perfect Present — lovingly made and enjoyed together. I’m with Wendi — hoping to see the braised short rib and cabbage recipe soon!
Barbara | VinoLuciStyle says
I spent many years cooking everynight meals for my family and admit sometimes I wanted to go on strike. Now, I most enjoy those times when I can put the time and effort into making a meal for those I care about; whether family or friends.
This is quite the gift and oneI think my oldest daughter would really enjoy. Our German heritage belies our absolute love of Italian food!
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Torrie @ a place to share... says
I can relate immensely to this entire post. From the fancy cooking, to the weeknight cookin’ and back to the fancy as time/occasion permits. I am having a dinner party (our first in quite a while) this Saturday for my mom’s birthday, and can’t wait to pull out all the stops… *for her.
Cannot wait to try that Gnocchi… headed over there right now:).
Souffle Bombay says
To me a bueautful meal really is a present on a plate, especially when made with love – wonderful story!