Fleur-de-Atmosphere

Richard and I had to make a daytrip to NYC on business, so to speak, so I decided we needed a little pleasure while we were there. I emailed my nephew Wille, culinary nutrition grad from Johnson & Wales and no stranger to this blog, and asked him to make lunch reservations at the restaurant where he’s been working for the past year, Rouge Tomate.
We met Wille in Bryant Park and wove our way through the crowded sidewalks of Fifth Avenue. The cacophony of Manhattan in full summer flower assaulted the senses: the launching of Maria Sharapova’s SugarPova gummy candies, too much scent wafting out of Abercrombie & Fitch, and the sketchy knowledge that just hours before gunshots echoed in front of the Empire State Building, with many injured.
All of that slid into oblivion as we sat at our table enveloped in the tranquil beige décor of Rouge Tomate. “The Deal” at the restaurant, Wille told us, is the prix fixe menu where, for $29, you get to choose one selection from each category: Appetizer, Entrée and Dessert.
We decided to skip the cocktail menu—Wille was scheduled to work the evening shift, Richard is underage, and I had a five-hour drive ahead of me. Tap water was fine. But that’s not what the manager thought.
She brought three of her favorite fruit juice drinks for us to try “on the house”. We couldn’t argue with her.  One was a concoction of cucumber and watermelon, the second was passionfruit, yerba mate, and something else, and the third, lavender and honeydew melon. These were not heavy juices, more the essence of juice with lots of ice chips for ultimate refreshment.
For our starter we chose Long Island Fluke Ceviche dressed with cubes of honeydew melon, chameh (Korean melon), cucumber, and wisps of kaffir lime and mint, served on long, thin baguette-like plates. Accompanying this was crusty bread with garlic infused olive oil. The dishes were cleared.
Then I heard four of the finest restaurant words in the English language: “Complements of the chef,” as our waiter placed bowls of Cow’s Milk Ricotta Gnudi in front of us. “Gnudi” are basically gnocchi with ricotta cheese replacing the potatoes, making a light dumpling that is boiled and then seared in olive oil and placed in a nest of roasted tomatoes, okra, sweet peppers, summer squash and basil. The chef came to our table to see how we liked the surprise, and I honestly told him that one dish was worth the five-hour trip!
Next came our entrees. Wille chose Whole Brook Trout a la Planche (with quinoa, beans, sweet corn and a tomato-peach salsa). For me, it was Long Island Duck Breast (with plum, ginger, horseradish potato, Japanese eggplant, and a honey-tamari glaze) and Richard went a la carte with Maine Lobster Salad on a bed of endive and tossed with avocado, beans, peaches, pecans and ginger-peach vinaigrette.  We shared bites.
Another on-the-house round of juices, with all of us going with our favorite, the cucumber-watermelon. I’m sure it had an exotic name, but I wasn’t taking notes at the time, I was simply enjoying.
Wille had to report to the kitchen, so Richard and I were left to fend for ourselves during dessert, with plum cake and peach cobbler on the way. But when the waiter brought the plates, there was a third…and those wonderful words, “Complements of the chef.”
Do you remember the first time you saw an onion volcano or choo-choo at a Hibachi steak house, the thrill of a little flame, puff of steam, and edible entertainment? Well, multiply that tenfold, throw in chocolate, lots of chocolate, and you’ve got the Chocolate Atmosphere.
In the middle of a white plate is a chocolate sphere, the size and sheen of a billiard ball, sitting on a low cake throne. The dessert assistant, who is 6foot-5, towers over us with a tiny pitcher. He explains that it is filled with “hot chocolate”.  He pours the hot chocolate over the sphere, which erupts and melts, spilling treasures: black pearls of “compressed banana seeds”, medallions of bananas, and nuggets of chocolate. Richard and I look on in amazement. Then we pick up our spoons. Mmmmm, we were catapulted out of this world and into Chocolate Atmosphere. Laurie Lynch
Encore: We dawdled, finishing the last of our coffee and tea, waiting for the check. Then our waiter appeared and said,  “Didn’t he tell you? Wille took care of the bill. And I was crowned Queen for a NYC Day.
Two RTs: Rouge Tomate (USA) is at 10 E. 60th Street, NYC. The first and only other Rouge Tomate is in Brussels, BE.
Latin Class:Rouge Tomate applies the principals of SPE, inspired by the Latin phrase Santias Per Escam, “health through food”. Founded in 2001, SPE is a holistic approach that focuses on health as well as gastronomic pleasure. Rouge Tomate’s executive chef and pastry chef collaborate with the restaurant’s culinary nutritionist to enhance the nutritional quality of meals without compromising taste. The restaurant supports local farms, fisheries and producers with an emphasis on freshness and seasonality, using whole grains, fruits, vegetables, quality protein and healthy fats.
Bon Appetit: A week before our visit to Rouge Tomate Wille told me the restaurant was featured in the September issue of Bon Appetit.  I bought a copy and tried out the recipe for Corn Farrotto (a butter-free take on risotto), a perfect August dish.
Corn Farrotto
(Serves 4)
Corn Puree
1½ c. fresh corn kernels
½ c. minced onions
1 Tbsp. olive oil
Fine sea salt
2 c. (or more) vegetable broth
Farrotto
2 c. (or more) vegetable broth
1 c. whole-grain farro
Fine sea salt
3 Tbsp. olive oil
½ c. minced red onion
1/3 c. ¼-inch cubes red or yellow bell pepper
1 c. fresh corn kernels
¾ c. grated Parmesan cheese
Freshly ground black pepper
½ c. chopped tomato
2 Tbsp. chopped fresh basil
Corn Puree:Combine corn, onion, oil and pinch of salt in medium saucepan. Cook over low heat, stirring occasionally until onion is softened and translucent, 6-7 minutes (do not brown). Add 2 cups broth, increase heat to high, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer gently, uncovered, until corn is softened and cooked through and liquid is reduced by half, 20-25 minutes. Let cool slightly. Transfer mixture to blender and puree until smooth (when pureeing hot liquids, start with the lid slightly ajar to release steam; cover with a kitchen towel to catch any splatters).
Strain puree through a sieve into a 2-cup heat-proof measuring cup. Add more broth, if needed, to measure 1½ cups. Set aside.
Farrotto: Bring 2 cups broth, farro, a pinch of salt, and 1cup water to simmer in large saucepan. Cook until farro is tender, 30-45 minutes. Drain and return to pot
Meanwhile, heat oil in large skillet over medium heat. Add onion and cook until just beginning to soften, about 3 minutes. Add bell pepper and corn and cook, stirring occasionally, until vegetables begin to brown, about 5 minutes longer; keep warm.
Add corn puree to farro and cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally and adding more broth by ¼-cupfuls if dry, until farro is creamy, 5-6 minutes. Stir in cheese. Season with salt and pepper.
Stir tomatoes and basil into vegetables.
Divide farrotto among bowls. Top with vegetable mixture, dividing equally. Serve immediately.
Closer to Home:Seeds planted in my garden this week: arugula, China Jade baby bok choy, mesclun mix, and Matador spinach (for next spring).
Written on Slate:“The world is full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings (and queens).” – Mostly Robert Louis Stevenson

Fleur-de-BeCalm

Chalk it up to motherly instincts. I was browsing in a favorite State College shop, Nittany Quill, which features cards, notepaper, and sealing wax for that almost-lost art of letter writing. The Union Jack graphic caught my eye. The words spoke to my heart: Keep Calm and Carry On.
In the midst of writing her senior thesis, Marina was applying to a number of grad schools in Great Britain. The Keep Calm slogan couldn’t be more apt. So I sent her a care package with a Keep Calm and Carry On journal, a couple plastic jars of bubbles and glow-in-the-dark baubles from the Dollar Store, and a few other odds and ends to help her and her friends de-stress during the months before graduation.
The thesis was written, the graduation happened, and Marina was accepted to the University of London’s School of Oriental and African Studies. Turns out that was the easy part. The difficulty has been in these last two months applying for a student visa through the United Kingdom Border Agency.  She is a U.S. citizen living and working in Brussels, Belgium, and wants to study in the UK…ah, there’s the rub!
We are finding the Brits are masters of bureaucracy, with a hefty dose of verification, documentation, and notarization. Look out 007.
I had to Express Mail a packet containing Marina’s original birth certificate (which cannot be copied according to our government) to prove that I am indeed her mother, along with various bank documents indicating that as her mother I have enough in my accounts to assure she won’t be penniless (or poundless) in London.
Her father had to search through her dresser and desk drawers at 440 Hottenstein to find herexpired passport and overnight it to Brussels.
Marina is living in Brussels, headquarters of the European Union, and she can’t get the necessary biometric scans of her face and fingers now required by UK of GB’s homeland security. (We did take a moment to laugh that this biometric verification technology sounds like something out of our favorite TV show from years ago, Alias.) Even the U.S. Embassy in Brussels couldn’t help. Our embassy only helps replace lost or stolen passports and visas, but does not help our citizens apply for them. “That is a matter between you and the British authorities.”
The hoops to jump through were intense. Would she really need to make a trip back to the U.S. just to get her visa to study in the UK, just a hop, skip and Chunnel ride away?
Well, as it turns out, she could also get the biometric scans in Paris. So, the other morning she boarded the Thalys in Brussels, zoomed to Paris for the scans, a haircut, and lunch at the foot of Montmartre, and was back in Brussels to put in a few hours at the office, and then meet friends for the opening of the Flower Carpet and fireworks at the Grand-Place. The moral of the story: When life gives you lemons, head to Paris for a great haircut? Laurie Lynch
Great Brit-History:In 1939, the government of the United Kingdom printed Keep Calm and Carry On posters to raise citizen morale in case of invasion.  Distribution of the poster was limited, and it wasn’t until 2000 that one was rediscovered in a second-hand bookstore, and re-issued by several private companies.
Roll out the Carpet:Every two years in Brussels’ major square, the Grand-Place, 650,000 to 750,000 begonia blossoms are woven into a magical carpet measuring 77 x 24 meters. This year’s carpet honors Africa.
Begonias, native to the West Indies, have been grown in Ghent since 1860. Surprisingly, at least to me, the tiny country of Belgium is the world’s largest producer of begonia tubers. The Flower Carpet floral masterpiece is ephemeral, lasting only five days. Marina visited for the opening ceremony Tuesday night and again today, and took the photos for this blog.
Yet to Come: The visa is in the processing stage…and Marina still has to find an apartment in London. Keep Calm. Keep Calm. Keep Calm.
Written on Slate:“I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the slug that slimes your begonias.” –Darkwing Duck

Fleur-de-Anthem

Goosebumps, chills, tears flooding the corners of my eyes, I’m suffering from Olympic fever. And oh, when they play the national anthem, look out!
This isn’t just a gold medal affair scheduled every two years. Weeks before the opening ceremony in London the same symptoms arose during a Skype call with Marina.
Marina and her friends organized a barbeque in the courtyard behind her kot (a four-story residence with communal kitchen, toilet, and shower, and individual bedrooms).  Everyone brought a dish to share and the grill turned out a serious supply of sausages. Yes, there was plenty of Belgian beer to wash it all down. It was also one fellow’s birthday. As the night wore on, the group sang Happy Birthday—in English, Flemish, French, Norwegian, and Portuguese. Then began the round robin of national/regional anthems (the Belgians in attendance knew the Flemish words to the Limburg province song but not the country’s national lyrics). Listening to the play-by-play reporting of the spontaneous, though probably off-key, performances warmed my heart, as global goosebumps, multi-cultural chills, and world peace tears rolled down my cheeks. Laurie Lynch
Small World News:This international gathering included not one but TWO Kutztown High School grads. Elsa Voytas, a student at William and Mary, spent the summer in Brussels as a NATO intern. Marina, a summer intern at Rand Corporation in Brussels, was glad their stays overlapped.
Behind the Olympic Rings: I heard a wonderful story from a friend of the family in State College. I thought I’d share it with all of you parents and teachers out there. We all probably spend a lot more time than we should worrying about the futures of our teen-agers/young adults. Yes, they need guidance and mentorship, but we’ve got to remember there are lots of paths to take.
S. Paul Mazza’s son David didn’t like high school and didn’t want to go to college. This wasn’t easy for Paul, a Harvard Law School grad, to understand. In high school a Vo-Tech teacher took an interest in David and channeled his interests into helping with audio-visual equipment at school. David enrolled at Penn State, but calculus ended his college career after one term. So he started doing freelance work. One of his first jobs was lugging cables from the TV trailers into Beaver Stadium when the network camera crews came to Penn State for football games. From those humble beginnings, David today is engineer-in-chief for NBC’s Olympic coverage in London. His younger brother Paul is monitoring the Olympic transmissions at the New York office. Among other things, David created the systems for moving and setting up NBC’s electronic equipment from Atlanta to Nagano, Sydney to Salt Lake City, Athens, Torino, Beijing and Vancouver. Instead of a college degree, David has a collection of more than a dozen Emmys for his work. Read more on David Mazza at:
Where’s Waldo Watermelon?
Hay Bale Update:  A droughty summer is not the time to grow in hay/straw bales. They take an inordinate amount of water, so if Mother Nature isn’t providing, who has the time, or water, for that matter? Most transplants withered and died. The watermelon fruited, but the melon could fit inside a thimble. The eggplants are, as usual, riddled with flea beetles and haven’t flowered. The peppers droop, but then spring back to life after watering and have born meager fruit. The zucchini looks robust, but I’m not holding my breath for a bumper crop. Although bale gardening might work with gardeners with physical limitations (either their own or their planting area), I won’t try it again…but it did help me kill grass for a new, in-ground, raised-bed garden next year.
Written on Slate:“I remember standing on that podium, …and for the first time probably before or since, wishing our national anthem had more verses.” –Dan Jansen