Monday, April 16, 2012

Easter Pizza

Each year for my entire life (and in reality, much, much longer than that), my mother's family has gathered on Good Friday to prepare Easter Pizza.  This is a ritual rooted in Italian tradition, and there are as many "official" versions of Easter Pizza it as there are Italian dialects.  The general idea is the same:  an egg-y pie type thing baked in celebration of the Easter & Spring seasons, using cured meats, preserved and fresh cheeses; ingredients most Italian families had readily available at that time of year.
Our family's version is a pie, as thick as a jelly roll pan is high, filled with various and sundry proportions of egg, fresh mozzarella, parmesan, ricotta, soppresatta, ham, and black pepper, baked within an upper and lower crust of a classic white italian bread dough.  It is spectacularly unique and delicious, yet elegantly simple and straightforward; nothing else I've ever eaten tastes like this, and we ONLY make this once a year.  Quality of the final product is not confirmed until the following day, as consuming meat on Good Friday is something even my marginally-adherent Catholic family will not do. 
Over the years, we've developed a rhythmn and a set of responsibilities for each person:  my mom is an expert dough-manipulator, my aunts have perfected the art of cutting the meats into exactly the right size, myself and my cousins have rotated the egg-cracking and mozz-cutting.  I've always enjoyed mixing all the ingredients together in their giant shiny silver bowl, by hand, up to my elbows in gooey raw egg.  My aunt Maggie knows exactly how much of the mix to ladel into each pan.  It takes three people to cover, vent and egg wash the top layer, and there's always a warm sense of accomplishment when the first pizza goes in the oven. 
This year's batch of pizzas was far and away the best batch I think I've ever had.  It was also the first year there were no men involved.  Hmmmm, coincidence?  It takes almost the whole day to make all four pizzas and while we wait between bakings, rollings and fillings, we talk and drink and eat.  It's just a wonderful day, one I wait all year for.  I won't be sharing the exact recipe for our Easter Pizza--that's just a secret too special to part with--but the pics below give you a general idea as to what's inside and how you make it.  Buon Appetito!

Eight loaves of dough rising
Mom starts rolling
Expertly rolled and ready for the pan

Zoe, Queen of Mozzarella
Soppresatta

The big ol' mess of ingredients
Close-up of the meats, cheese & egg

Zoe joined me this year in getting her hands dirty.  We're getting ready to dive in for mixing!

Action shot of ooey-gooeyness

Sealing the top layer of dough

Finished product--Perfetto!


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

City Love

photo credit: Dan McKinney
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I had cried the entire car ride to college.  My boyfriend from high school had broken up with me the day before and I was certain my life was over.  I hadn't even wanted to go to college in the first place; I did it to appease my mother.  And now there I was, in a stupid truck, driving in the stupid rain, to a stupid school I didn't even want to be at, without my boyfriend, devastated and scared.  I begrudgingly emptied the truck of its contents, and said goodbye to my mom.  I watched as she pulled away from the curb onto Broad St tenatively, as if she was just kidding and was going to come back and take me home.
Three days later, she hadn't heard from me.  About four and a half minutes after she left me standing there, waving goodbye to her, I had forgotten where I came from.  All I knew was what I had at that moment:  Philadelphia.

 
...That was ten years ago.  Philly completely disarmed me; I was immediately head over heels and there was no looking back.  I cannot possibly begin to summarize the last ten years of my life in this space.  You would be reading for days.  What I can say is that this city awakened in me a part of my soul I didn't know existed.  I grew up in Philly; came into my own under its lights.  It taught me endless lessons, provided me with infinite possibilities, challenged and comforted me.  There was love and loss, triumph and tragedy.  Struggle and celebration entwined with memories of comfort and pure happiness.
photo credit: Dan McKinney
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There will never be anything quite like the way City Hall makes me feel.  I am haunted every time I walk past it, like there are souls and secrets peering down from its spires, laughing at all the little mysteries I've yet to uncover.  Despite its plight and desolation, I learned to find beauty in North Philadelphia.  All the time spent driving its streets showed me that there can, indeed, be something sublime in the crumbling structures.  My heart still drops to the pit of my stomach every time I round the curve on the Schuylkill Expressway and the city reveals herself; night lights burning a gorgeous bluish purple into the horizon.  It is amazing to me how snow can silence a city; the aesthetic and audible noise just simply disappears and suddenly you find yourself alone in the middle of some desert littered with skyscrapers.  The city brings anonymity.  It's refreshing to be able to disappear amidst the chaos, not having to answer to anyone, to be anyone; to just be a part of the ebb and flow of life, to let the undulating crowds guide your steps.  On Sunday evenings, sometimes, I used to put my headphones on and just walk up and down the streets of Society Hill, taking quiet note of the glow coming through windows and the colors of the doors on the row homes.  No one will ever be able to tell me there's a better way to spend a Sunday than walking slowly through the chilly halls of the Art Museum.  I can still get lost to this day.

The one thing Philly as done from the start, was feed me.  I've been eating my way through the city since day one.  And if I really tried I'm sure I could remember every meal I've ever eaten in the City of Brotherly Love. 

I will spare you that diatribe and just stick to the best-est things I've had the pleasure of consuming on my grand journey through the years and streets of the city a part of me will always call "Home".

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Cheesteak:  Jim's on South.  Pat's is my favorite of the famous rival cheesesteak stands, but there's something about Jim's and how they force you to stand inside watching them cook so you smell like onions when you leave that just takes the cake.

Burger:  The Philly Bacon Cheeseburger at Triumph Brewery with the Cheddar Ale Fondue.  Burger Slut City:  a convergence of all food sexiness.  Cheese sauce (with beer), truffle aioli, fried egg, pork belly, and MONEY SAUCE?!  Better call your cardiologist, and your priest for that matter.

Pizza:  Osteria takes the artisan pizza category and raises it to an absolutely stratospheric level.  But if we're talking your regular Joe slice o' pie, then I'm heading straight to Lorenzo's on South St.  Many a drunken night have I enjoyed a slice the size of a baby, and waking up the next morning with pizza grease drips on my shirt.  Plus, who doesn't love their pizza with a little verbal sadism?
 
Eggs Benedict:  Crab Cake Benedict at Bourbon Blue.  Bacon, lusciously smooth Hollandaise, and a crab cake made the right way (with lots of lump and no filler), piled on a crunchy toasted english muffin, with perfectly jiggly poached eggs.  Eggs Benedict has always been my fave brunch food; this took that love to a whole new place.

Tomato Pie:  Slices Pizza.  It's the sauce; they just do it right.  And I find that the crunchy integrity of the dough is somehow not compromised by the moistness of the sauce.  Bravo.

Hoagie:  Italian hoagie at T&F Farmer's Pride.  Their rolls are crusty, the provolone is sharp and they let me add prosciutto to mine without making me feel like I'm committing an act of sacrelige. 

Crab Fries:  Parker Pub.  They don't advertise or brag about their crab fries, but they really could.  Everyone I know agrees:  theirs are the best around.  Thicker cut fries and a heavy hand on the old bay make all the difference.  I have been known to eat an entire basket by myself as my dinner.
 
Fish:  Fish n' Chips at Dandelion.  The chips are crispy, the fish is flaky, the whole damn thing is just a marvel.

Canoli:  Isgro Pasticceria.  Instead of a wedding cake, I want a giant Isgro's canoli, stuffed with lots of little Isgro's canolis.  And I won't share it with anyone.

Cocktails:  My absolute favorite place to order a drink is El Vez.  Their mexican/cuban themed specialty cocktails are fun--try the Guava Mojito--and who doesn't love throwin' 'em back underneath a shiny, gold, rotating motorcycle?

Steak:  Barclay Prime.  I ordered my filet medium, and it definitely came out rare, but I barely noticed or cared cause this thing was "like buttah".  That beautiful piece of meat left me fully verclempt. 

Salad:  I'll do my penance for this later, I'm sure but...The Signature Salad at Cosi.  Mixed greens, pears, grapes, pistachios, dried cranberries, blue cheese and a sherry-shallot vinaigrette.  Not to mention their chewy flat bread.  I was mildly addicted to this in college and to this day it's the only thing I will order at Cosi.
 
Atmosphere:  Village Whiskey.  It's clear by now that I'm a Jose Garces girl through and through but there's something about this tiny little whiskey joint and the kind barkeeps who patiently and expertly curate the drinks (not to mention the duck fat french fries) that makes the feel of the space exactly the kind of place I want to sit and sip a dram of Four Roses.

Unparalled Meals/Dining Experiences:  These are the places that are special to me, for one reason or another.  With some it's the food itself, apart from any other aspect of memory; with others it's the holistic experience.  Judge if you will, but theirs are the tables I could dine at over and over again and each time I love it just as much as the first. 
  • Barbuzzo--Cram me into some tiny little two-seater, uncomfortably close to the couple next to me, and bring me caciovallo stuffed meatballs till I'm blue in the face.
  • Osteria--Mark Vetri's a genius.  Enough said.
  • Monk's--I love mussels.  Monk's love mussels and belgian beer.  I fully endorse the convergence of these two things.  It is a beautiful thing.
  • Cuba Libre--Ever since my first time there, almost nine years ago, where there was perfectly grilled skirt steak, lots of laughter, the most perfect mojito ever and salsa dancing, I have loved going back.
  • South Philly Tap Room--Best place, other than your mom's kitchen table, to get a grilled cheese and tomato soup.
  • Dos Segundos--If for no other reason than the absolute best free chips & salsa in the city, the margaritas and pork carnitas tacos certainly make this place worth visiting.
  • El Azteca--Any place that serves me relatively cheap mexican food, and will pour a half a handle of tequila in my one pitcher of strawberry margaritas without so much as a second thought, deserves a special place in my heart, and my stomach.
  • Good Dog--Duck. Confit. Pot. Pie.  Oh, and cute b&w pics of puppies all over the walls.  And a pretty damn legit beer list.  Sit, stay, enjoy.
  • The Farmer's Daughter--Do I really need to talk again about the bone marrow that was so celestially bestowed upon me for my birthday?  Or the beet salad with chocolate in it?  Yeah, didn't think so.  This farmer's daughter is where it's at.
  • Capogiro--Gelato is perfectly acceptable to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I can say that with some authority because I lived in Rome.  In college, I lived right around the corner from their 13th and Sansom location, and I would treat myself to a bowl--often.  The Goat's Milk & Lavender still goes down as my all-time favorite.
  • DiNic's--This stands as one food I will break my vegetarian ways for.  Their roast pork is the best.  And eating it amidst the bustling Saturday crowds, juice running down your fingers and chin, is my favorite time to go nosh on one.
  • Xochitl--I'd like to personally thank the chefs at Xochitl for bringing fried avocado into my life.  And some of the best ceviche I've had not-near-a-saltwater-fishing-community.
  • Stateside--Stellar, through and through.
  • Blue Route Taco Truck @ Whole Foods Plymouth Meeting--Eating tacos on the rooftop in the sunshine makes me happy.
  • And, the Pièce de Résistance:  AMADA.  Hands down the best dining experience I've ever had.  Perfection. Absolute perfection.  Love love love love love.
I wish I could say that leaving Philly was a tough decision.  Despite ten years of my life forged there, despite the inordinate amount of people I love that are there, despite the fact that I feel fully at home there, it took me all of three-and-a-half seconds to know, down to my bones, that leaving Philly was exactly what I should be doing. 

This is one goodbye I cannot be sad about.

Philly will be preserved for me, in my heart and in my memories as this place of perfection.  Of infinite possibility, of adventure, of opportunity, of what to fill my belly with.  And so as the skyline disappeared in my rearview this past Sunday, as I put the miles between me and the city that nurtured me, as I thought about my collective experiences, as I collated my life, I was left with a warm heart, a happy filmstrip in my brain, and a satisfied smile on my lips.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Veg-Head, cont.

Why the giant sneaky and well-mustached smile, you ask?  Official answer below:

Well...that went by quickly.  Maybe it was because February was a short[er] month.  Maybe it was a busier month than normal?  Who knows.  All that matters is that I DID IT!  I completed the challenge I set for myself:  to consume a vegetarian diet in the month of February.  I didn't slip up once, and even though there were a couple times I found myself craving meat (I had a serious hot dog craving for a solid three days), I didn't actually want to eat meat, I found I could be satiated with other food.

Right off the bat I was super excited by the prospect of a new eating lifestyle.  I compiled a calendar of  recipes immediately.  I anticipated that I would have to be slightly more aware of my food and all that was going into it in order to succeed.  So, I set aside time to make food so I would not be tempted or forced to break my vow.  I pinned a TON of vegetarian recipes on my Food Lust Board on Pinterest.  I was prepared; the most prepared I have ever been when it comes to cooking or eating.  It is absolutely the reason I didn't falter.

The toughest battle:  fighting against everyone's nay saying.  Not a single person thought I could pull this off (which only fueled my desire for success).   Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys.  And, while I'm at it, please, don't mind the big, giant, colossal middle-finger I'm throwing up at you right now.  Yeah.  I did it.  What now?!  For those of you that don't know me very well, I don't fuck up.  I'm not the kind of person to venture into something unless I'm 100% sure I can handle it.  So, in my mind, I already knew I had this in the bag.  Tsk, tsk, folks.  Have a little more faith.  Just because I love pork doesn't mean I can't do without it.  Besides, doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder? Perhaps this was all just a ploy enacted only to intensify my appreciation for The Pig.  I kiiiid, I kiiiid.

Honestly, I set out to do this because of nothing more than genuine curiosity.  I've always lived with the unofficial mantra:  I'll try anything once.  This seemed interesting and challenging and in the end it was a TON of fun.  I lost a bunch of weight, fell in love with quinoa and lentils and only craved a crispy piece of bacon several hundred times (but did not give in to said craving!).

This is a lifestyle I plan to continue, for the time being.  I don't feel denied anything, I never went hungry, I never encountered a situation where there wasn't something I could eat (though I was relegated to the classic Mozz Sticks & Garden Salad combo at one restaurant I went to with my mom in York), but most of all, I FEEL BETTER.  I feel healthier, stronger, lighter, in a sense. So, for now, I'm going to keep this up.  Everything about my life is changing in seven days.  This is the perfect time for me to upend my culinary philosophy, right? 

Moving forward, I now feel an increased sense of stewardship towards taking care of the inside of me, and to the integrity of the foods I'm putting in my body.  If I do eat meat, or fish or seafood, I plan for it to be grass-fed, line-caught, un-farmed sustainable choices.

So, here's to trying new things and to my *new* life as a proud vegetarian!  

Buon Appetito!

P.S.  Thank you God (whoever/whatever you are) for inventing Whiskey.  And thank you for making it a vegetarian product.  If I can't have one of my vices (bacon), I am grateful to have my other.  Most Sincerely, Kate



Tuesday, February 28, 2012

It's the Freakin' Weekend

Apparently this past weekend was the "stuff my face silly" weekend.

Friday night I went out with my friends Jennie & Chrissy to Max Brenner, Chocolate By The Bald Man.  It's a fancy place in center city where the food is totally superfluous, and the only thing you really care about is DESSERT.  Please enjoy the borderline pornographic photos of our chocolate-laden confectionery indulgences.  Max Brenner should really think about installing a confessional in the corner somewhere, and hiring a priest onto his staff; these desserts make you feel like you need to do some penance.

Jennie & Chrissy shared the chocolate fondue.

All the accoutrement for dipping.  Yes, folks, that is a mini flask full of liquid chocolate.

This is my dessert.  I had some kind of chocolate cake thing with vanilla ice cream, a mini shake, and oh, just about a half a cocktail shaker full of MOLTEN CHOCOLATE.  Someone get the holy water, please.

Chrissy & Jennie, happily roasting their marshmallows.

DRINKING CHOCOLATE.  I now know what my Heaven looks like.
Following a visit to PF Chang's (which, by the way, I LOVE LOVE LOVE and I don't care what you chain-hating foodies say.  I now love PF Chang's even more because they are the MOST vegetarian friendly restaurant I have ever encountered.  I was informed by our waitress that they can prepare like 95% of their menu in accordance with veggie standards, for NO extra charge.  How awesome is that?!), where I reveled in their crack-level-addictive vegetable fried rice (seriously, the chopsticks just do NOT stop moving from the plate to my mouth when I eat this stuff), I segued into Oscar Sunday. 

I'm fascinated by celebrity.  Not any particular famous person in particular (aside from Kate Middleton), but the idea of, and culture surrounding celebrity.  I enjoy the completely frivolous pomp and circumstance that surrounds awards shows, and the Oscars is by far my favorite celebration of already-rich, already-famous, already-plenty-full-of-themselves folks.  Oscar Sunday at 1357 consisted of some pretty stellar food.  I made roasted curry chickpeas, crostini with roasted grapes and ricotta cheese, and a baked brie with sun-dried tomatoes and basil pesto.  I wanted snacks that were simple, but luxurious. 

Baked brie, as all good cheese-lovers know, is quite possibly the most magnificent way to prepare cheese that exists in this world.  Put whatever the heck toppings on there that you want:  raspberry jam and walnuts; pepper and onion relish; caramelized onions and mushrooms with a little bit of sage; roasted fruit, sliced almonds and a drizzle of good honey; or just bake the brie in the puff pastry, and serve with a spread of sweet and savory toppings.  I went with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes because I wanted something more bold and savory to offset the sweetness that I knew the crostini would bring to the table (pun intended).  By the way:  Hello Roasted Grapes, nice to meet you.  Where have you been all my life?!?  Seriously. Awesome.  I don't know how to describe them other than to say that they rocked my world and were splendid with the rich, sweet ricotta and crunchy crostini.  Chickpeas, I'm sorry, I will likely never eat you unless you are roasted with curry powder from this day forward (Actually, I'm not really that sorry).  I've never been crazy for chickpeas.  I mean, they're great as hummus, but I just have never been jazzed about them in general.  I had two cans sitting in the back of my cupboard and was dumfounded as to what to do with them.  I've seen a bunch of roasted chickpea recipes online recently, but as usual, they were really fancy-pants with people adding things like Meyer lemon zest and Himalayan sea salts and other crap to them.  ...It's a chickpea.  It shouldn't have to be that complicated (I've never actually seen a Meyer lemon in any store I've ever shopped for food in, so where the Hell are people buying those things anyway?).  I figured they'd taste pretty good if I tossed them around in some curry powder and made them nice and salty.  Pretty darn simple.  Pretty darn good.  I may have a new favorite salty-crunchy go-to.  I ate more of all three of these than I should have.  Add into that equation an unacceptable amount of champagne, and I think I had a fairly delicious weekend!

Curry Roasted Chickpeas:  Toss chickpeas with olive oil, salt, and curry powder to taste, and roast at 400 for 30 minutes or until crispy.

Crostini:  Toast off slices of baguette and spread with whole-milk ricotta, top with roasted grapes.  Toss grapes with olive oil and sea salt.  Roast at 450 for 7-9 minutes.  Drizzle balsamic vinegar over the grapes and stir just before serving.

Baked Brie:  Roll out a sheet of puff pastry.  Place a wheel of brie in the center and top with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes.  Fold up the edges of the pastry around the brie wheel, cutting off any excess.  Bake at 350 for 25-30 minutes until top of dough is golden brown.  Let stand for 10-15 minutes before serving.  

Monday, February 20, 2012

Saturday Supper

I couldn't wait to cook this weekend.  It was really the first time in a  little over a month that I've been able to allocate several hours to cooking, and boy did I miss it.  Cooking is cathartic for me.  I release a lot of tension, anxiety, and stress while whipping up victuals in the kitchen, and I needed this, so badly.  I've been using these lovely menu planners I found online since I went veg-head, because I knew it'd be helpful if I was a bit more deliberate about what I was cooking, so I wouldn't be stuck without an ingredient, or so that I would have time to develop veg alternatives for things:  bacon, stock, etc.
One of the first things I wrote down on my planner was:  Beer Braised White Beans.  I stumbled across the recipe about a month ago, and when I decided to go vegetarian, I knew immediately I had to make this.  Only caveat was that it's not a quick dish, so I had to plan it for a day I knew I'd have the time to spend making it.  The original creators of the recipe tout is as "the best beans we've ever made".  Two bottles of beer do not a bad pot of beans, make, so I was eager to try these out.  I figured a good accompaniment to the beans would be something bread-y.  I thought cornbread at first but wanted something less predictable.  The minute I ran into a recipe for Caramelized Onion & Gruyere Scones, I knew that was it. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again:  I'm not a baker.  In general, I stay away from anything that has yeast in it (this screams "CHEMISTRY!!" to me and makes my knees knock in fear and I revert back to 10th grade being trapped in chem lab not having any clue how to do anything) or requires a dough hook (which I do not have the economic capacity to yet own).  Thankfully, scones avoid both of these fear-inducing items, and are really easy to mix up in a large bowl with naught but the primitive and lowly (and way less expensive than a Kitchen-Aid mixer with dough hook) wooden spoon.  All I have to say about these scones is:  I spent all day at work today thinking about them, sitting on my counter, waiting for me to get home and eat them.  They are, in a word, AWESOME.  You should make them. 

I had to adapt the recipe for the white beans pretty generously.  The original called for bacon, and despite several attempts to get some Twitter feeback about veggie alternatives for the smoky/salty umami of bacon, I just decided to try using some liquid smoke.  I figured if I used a little at a time, I could control the level of smokiness.  I was right--the smoky flavor is a bit more direct that bacon, but it did a great job substituting.  Also, to replace the fat that would normally be used after cooking the bacon off, I used a combo of olive oil and butter.  This helped to make up for the richer flavor pork fat would contribute.  Finally, I swapped veggie stock for the original recipe's chicken stock. 


Beer Braised White Beans
Adapted from The Bitten Word

1 medium yellow onion, diced
4 garlic cloves, chopped
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
1 TBL honey
1 sprig rosemary
1 tsp liquid smoke
1 lb. dried white beans, such as Great Northern or cannellini, picked over, soaked overnight, and drained
2 bottles Belgian-style white ale (I used Hoegaarden)
1 3/4 cups low-sodium vegetable broth
2 TBL extra virgin olive oil
1 TBL butter
Coarse salt and ground pepper
4 TBL cider vinegar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

In a large Dutch oven or heavy pot with a tight-fitting lid,  add onion and garlic to pot and cook, stirring occasionally, until onion is translucent, 4 minutes. Add mustard and honey; cook 1 minute. Add rosemary, beans, beer, liquid smoke and broth; season with salt and pepper. Bring mixture to a boil; cover and transfer to oven.

Bake until beans are tender and most of liquid is absorbed, about 2 hours. Season to taste with vinegar, salt, and pepper.  Serves 6.
Note about soaking beans (thanks Mom!):  Soak your beans for a minimum of 24 hours, changing out the water every 4-6 hours or so.  Use 8 cups of cold water for every 1 pound of dried beans. 
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Gruyere & Caramelized Onion Scones
Adapted from Tasting Table

1 stick really cold unsalted butter cut into ½-inch pieces, plus 1 tablespoon (for caramelizing onions)
2 small yellow onions, thinly sliced
2¾ cups all-purpose flour plus extra for shaping
2 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
¾ teaspoon sea salt
1 cup ½-inch Gruyère cubes (about 4 ounces)
1 cup buttermilk
¼ cup honey

Preheat the oven to 350.

In a medium skillet set over low heat, melt 1 tablespoon of butter. Add the onions and cook, stirring occasionally, until they are deep brown, 30 to 40 minutes. Set aside to cool.

While the onions cool, in a large bowl, sift the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and kosher salt. Using a pastry cutter, (or if you're so inclined, a food processor), cut the butter into the flour mixture until the mixture is crumbly with butter pieces no larger than a small pea.  Stir in the Gruyère cubes.

In a medium bowl, whisk together the buttermilk and honey. Add the caramelized onions and gently stir the buttermilk mixture into the dry ingredients, mixing just to combine (a few dry spots are okay). Turn out onto a clean, lightly floured surface and gently pat into a 1-inch thick circle. Use a lightly-floured 3-inch round cutter (or the rim of a glass, like I did!) to stamp out circles and place them 3 inches apart on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet. Gather the scraps and press together and stamp to make more scones. Sprinkle with sea salt and pepper (if you like) and bake until the scones are deep golden-brown and the cheese is melted and bubbly around the edges, 20 to 23 minutes.  Makes approximately 10 scones.
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The beans were warm, hearty and toothsome in the most pleasant way.  And, believe this or not, I didn't miss the bacon (this might be the only time you ever hear me say that), not one bit.  The scones were flaky and light, a perfect balance of sweetness from the honey and onions, and savory from the cheese and buttermilk.  The next morning I reheated one cut it in half and slapped a few lightly scrambled eggs in there, topped with some extra grated gruyere.  *swallow*  Pardon me, my mouth is watering.  Yeah, that was damn good.  They are honestly one of the best things I've ever made.  Please, please please promise me you'll try them.  Or you'll have to come over and eat them the next time I make them!

No Alex's Wine Rack this time.  Because I used 2 bottles of beer in the beans, he said it's best to just stick with that, so make sure you get a sixer so you can throw a few of the extras back with your delicious meal!

Buon Appetito!