Seven Spoons: My Favorite Recipes For Any And Every Day

Hardcover | April 21, 2015

byTara O'brady

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The much-anticipated debut from the author behind the popular food blog Seven Spoons, featuring distinctive, crowd-pleasing recipes; engaging, writerly essays; and the same stunning photography that has earned her website a devoted following.

Roasted Carrots with Harissa Aïoli and Dukkah. Plum Macaroon Cake. Chaat Tostadas. Roasted Peaches with Glazed Sesame Oats. Few food writers have such an insightful, intuitive understanding of flavor—or a more eclectic and inspiring range of culinary influences at work in their kitchen—than Tara O’Brady. Fewer still write with her trademark warmth and thoughtful prose, which Saveur describes as “like pulling up a seat at the table of an old friend.” 

Seven Spoons is O’Brady’s remarkable and much-anticipated debut. In it, she shares more than one hundred of her best and most mouthwatering recipes—crowd-pleasing breakfasts like Blackberry Buttermilk Whole Grain Scones, weeknight staples like Everyday Yellow Dal, and terrifically inventive desserts like Roasted Grapes with Sweet Labneh. These elegant, flavorful, and wonderfully creative recipes, plus the show stopping photography, will have you heading straight for the kitchen to get cooking. 

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The much-anticipated debut from the author behind the popular food blog Seven Spoons, featuring distinctive, crowd-pleasing recipes; engaging, writerly essays; and the same stunning photography that has earned her website a devoted following.Roasted Carrots with Harissa Aïoli and Dukkah. Plum Macaroon Cake. Chaat Tostadas. Roasted Peac...

TARA O’BRADY is the author of the award-winning blog Seven Spoons, which she started in 2005. She has a regular column in Uppercase magazine and has contributed to Kinfolk, the Globe and Mail, Oprah.com, and more. She lives in Southern Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two sons.
Format:HardcoverDimensions:296 pages, 9.75 × 7.77 × 1.16 inPublished:April 21, 2015Publisher:Appetite by Random HouseLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0449016307

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from interesting recipes Another one of our cook book reviews! This one is about Seven Spoons by Tara O'Brady. Have you looked at the cover? it is so eye catching and gorgous. It is definitely a cook book I would stop at just based on that. This turned out to be the focus of the book because Tara O'Brady's book was also inspired by her cook blog where she posts beautiful photos of all the recipes she makes. It seems that many cooking bloggers are getting their big break in the form of their own published books. This makes me happy because usually the photography is beautiful on those blogs to attract fanbase. I actually ended up even going on her blog and squeezed at all the gorgeous photos as well as recipes that range from breakfast to dinner. Seven Spoons is divided by meal types. From Breads & Breakfast to Sweets, treats, and sips. The recipe was also fairly simple however, there is a ton of steps in the recipes.. some are over two pages long. I like details, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. This wasn't the case in this recipe though. However what's nice is that at the beginning of each recipe, the author introduces it and gives a little adjustments depending on your day. For here you have options for a "luxe mood" or "lean days". There is also a note section on the sidebar that is helpful for people who have never cooked with any difficult ingredient, clams in this case. This recipe contains wine but because we don't drink alcohol, we substituted it with vinegar. It's a good thing my made made this because if it was me and I was faced with this delimma.. I would be online googling and panicking about my recipe not turning out right because the book didn't specify an alternative and what if nothing will make it taste as good? Who always wants a photo of the finished product of the recipe they're trying out? *puts hand up*.. yup, I always want to see what my meal will look like.. I tend to over analyse everything and if I feel that I'm getting some weird color or look.. I'll think it's because I did something wrong.. that's why I never try out recipes without a photo.. unfortunately that's one disadvantage of Seven Spoons.. not all the recipes contain photos.. actually almost half don't and that saddens me to no end because I know the author probably has photos that correspond to these recipes but it's because each recipe will have to take up an extra page of the book, but it's already on the thicker side as it is. I think that was a complaint my mother and I (she cooked) had in regards to Seven Spoons. Another thing is the meaning behind the title? we assumed it meant all you need is seven spoons to make a recipe, but that wasn't the case. Recipe review: However, reviewing the recipe itself? it was delicious! I couldn't stop eating it and I actually finished that whole bowl. This is a recipe that I will definitely make again because I'm a big seafood fan and I loved the broth made. This book contains many recipes from different countries. There are some greek, indian, arabic, and asian recipes. There are also some simple ones. I will definitely be flipping through it more and focusing on the recipes without photos too.
Date published: 2015-05-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Superb! This is a wonderfully inspiring book. Tara takes your hand and walks with you through her stories, to the market, into the kitchen and up to her dining table. This book is full of tips for cooking, not just straight-up instructions. Her advice really connects you to your food and to the art of cooking it. This book touches you personally, just as her blog does. It's beautiful!
Date published: 2015-04-25

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Introduction A PRACTICE OF COOKING My first home with Sean, the man who would later become my husband, was a light-bathed, third-floor walkup just off the main drag of a decent-sized city in southern Ontario—the city where he was born, but a place I’d only visited. The apartment had a postage stamp for an entry, a sliver of a kitchen, a large living room, two bedrooms, one bath, and a balcony that ran the length of the place. Tall windows lined that same side, windows wider than my arms could stretch, with sills deep enough for a row of succulents to sit in matched white pots. My favorite seat in the house was at the end of a couch closest to those windows, through which  a massive maple tree would stain the sunlight turmeric come autumn. I miss those windows. From that apartment, we could walk to the grocery store, to the lakeshore, and to the coffee shop, and Sean could walk to work. It was a good neighborhood. Our preferred pub was a block away, a smallish place that was decidedly British in its leanings. The room was perpetually dim. The deep banquettes were burgundy velvet with button-tufted backs, and the tables were glossy wood atop heavy iron bases. The walls were crammed, frame to mismatched frame, with horse racing, football, and royal memorabilia. It was the kind of place where on your second visit, the staff would remember you from your first. Besides fish and chips, bangers and mash, and a decent chicken tikka, that pub made the best burger around. It came charred on the outside and juicy at its middle, garnished with thick-cut bacon, cheddar, iceberg lettuce, and a generous slice of beefsteak tomato. Pickles were served on the side. I miss those burgers, too. Choosing that apartment was probably one of the easiest, and smartest, decisions I’ve ever made. Aside from choosing the person I shared it with, of course. That apartment was where everything began. For the first time in my life I felt like I was making a home rather than playing at it. In the domestic division of duties, I took over our kitchen. I was comfortable in the tiny galley space and found a specific sense of fulfillment in being in charge of it. The trouble was, after furnishing it with pots and pans and crisp tea towels, I had no idea what to do in that room. I had no idea what to cook. I knew how to cook. I grew up in what could only be called a food-loving family, after all; a family that discussed lunch at breakfast and planned road trip routes around where we wanted to eat along the way. My maternal grandmother, who stayed with us often, kept notebooks on the coffee table for scribbling down recipes from the cooking shows on PBS. My mother collected crockery. She and my father held unforgettable dinner parties, with Mum chic in pearls and wearing perfume. She’d have cooked for hours, and there was a bubbling excitement in the reveal of what she had made. Dad would fill up the ice bucket and polish the silver. Ours was the house, and the kitchen, at the center of celebrations with both friends and family. My childhood was one without culinary boundaries. My parents had moved to Canada, specifically Montréal, only a handful of years before my older brother was born (I was born soon after). They were originally from India—my mother from the north, and my father from the south. From my birth to about when I was fourteen, we often journeyed back to India to visit. My mother’s and my father’s side each had differing culinary traditions; there was tandoori chicken, idlis and sambar, rassam, chapatis, thali meals, and pani puri, as well as shepherd’s pie and Yorkshire puddings my maternal grandmother adored. (Through her my family has an Anglo-Indian connection, the particulars of which are unfortunately unknown.) When I was two years old, we moved from Québec to Ontario. Our next-door neighbors, the Roganos, had two daughters, and later a third, with the middle daughter my age and my best friend for all the years we lived side by side. They were Italian. And so, in between the masala dosas and sausage rolls at home, I’d be over at their house, asking for seconds of chicken scaloppini and licking Nutella off a spoon. We were also a Canadian family. I knew that my hometown had the best bagels. Mum would make Buffalo chicken wings and egg drop soup, and one time she made a cheesecake crowned with a pile of cherries and a golden graham cracker crust that climbed all the way up the sides. I recall how the fresh, dairy tang of the cheese was set off by the tart fruit, lush and bathed in thick syrup. I thought no other dessert could be more beautiful. At Thanksgiving we’d have a proper roast turkey with all the trimmings and mutton pilau. It was a childhood where cooking was part of our daily routine, and the kitchen was where we hung out. I have cooked for as long as I can remember. The food I first made was often outside of my family’s canon—I’d wager it was my way of feeling independent. I “invented” pizza sandwiches in elementary school and assembled casseroles with canned soup as the featured ingredient. I took on cookies and cakes in high school, and fine-tuned my Pavlova in university. After university came the next stage of my adult life, the first I truly shared with another. And so I began to think about the food we liked. I wanted to establish the way I cooked, the flavors that intrigued our palates, and the recipes that might slowly become our regulars. The idea of we, not me alone, was another thing altogether. At the time, Sean didn’t like onions, the first ingredient in so many Indian recipes. I, on the other hand, held a years-old prejudice against mushrooms—one of his favorite foods. Sean’s family has been in Canada for generations, with Irish and English roots, and the tastes to match. It was through the Ralphs and O’Bradys that I was introduced to the nuanced merits of an exceptional butter tart, one with a pastry that’s both sturdy and flaky, and the filling firm enough not to ooze. In their company I ate a particular pasta salad, ice cream sandwiches made with fresh waffles, and a cake that had sliced apples standing on end in concentric circles, like edible dominoes, in a clafoutis-like batter. Sean brought an entire food history to our home, one drastically different from my frame of reference. However, as much as my upbringing shaped me, my way of cooking and my tastes weren’t that of my parents, not exactly. Neither were Sean’s that of his. Deciding our food would be an act of both negotiation and discovery. I strode as confidently as I could into the uncharted wilds of our kitchen. I wanted to be able to improvise, to master the culinary witchcraft that allows a true cook to whip up something delicious from seemingly nothing, to tell if bread dough has enough flour by feel and if a loaf  is properly cooked by sound, or to check if a cake is baked by eye, and  to judge by the smell of butter that it is browned and not burnt—tricks  only learned by doing. I culled sources for advice on what should fill fridge and pantry; I compiled a catalog of equipment to keep on hand and ingredient combinations that worked together.  I started to cook. Not every day at first—that pub on the corner was still our usual reward on Friday nights, and the diner down the way was our destination come Sunday mornings—but I cooked a lot. I cooked from memory, advice, magazines, books, the Internet, and television shows. I tried recipes printed on the backs of food packages and flour sacks and in promotional materials they gave away at the grocery store checkout. I made yogurt the way my mother did, leaving it overnight in the oven with the interior light on. I made peanut butter cookies to fill a jar on the counter, fiddling with the ratio of sugars and honey with each batch until I settled on the best combination of chew and crunch. I tested and tasted my tomato sauce until it was close to Mrs. Rogano’s of my memory. I made cinnamon buns that were a spectacular bomb one Christmas morning. I volunteered a dish for every office party and potluck. We held our first dinner party. Sean learned to like onions, and I came around to mushrooms. At some point in that tiny kitchen, I fell in step with the rhythm of cooking. I learned which spices I wanted at arm’s reach, which knife felt right in my hand, and the vinegars that were most useful. The kitchen shelves filled up. I made fewer lists, instead taking more notes. I noticed the way oil spreads and shimmers in a hot pan, how a fresh egg slips thickly from its shell. I didn’t just cook; I became a cook. One year into living in that apartment, I started a blog called Seven Spoons, so named for a number that seems to pop up in my life quite often and, well, spoons sounded nice with it. It would be my modern-day recipe file, a place to keep all the scraps of cookery knowledge I was collecting. Seven Spoons was a chronicle of what was going on in our kitchen and, by extension, our lives. It granted me a space to work through the emerging opinions I was developing about food and cooking, and was my way of offering the newly established online food community a seat at our table. These days, ten years from that apartment and since Seven Spoons began, my life is quite different. Sean and I bought our first house, and had our first son (Benjamin), then moved to our second house, and had our second son (William). There are a million and one directions in my waking hours, but I find there’s a welcome habit in cooking, in the routines of the kitchen around which our lives revolve. It’s what gets us going in the morning and brings us back together each night.-------------------------------------------------Blurry Sunrise SmoothieServes 2  This tie-dyed smoothie sounds a little like it belongs on a Tiki bar menu instead of as a breakfast offering. Still, the moniker, inspired by how the golden and fuchsia layers blend into each other, amuses my children and me, so there’s that. If raw beet isn’t appealing, go ahead and steam, roast, or even microwave it until barely tender, then chill before using here. The aim is to soften the flavor of the beet, without cooking the life out of it. For extra color and kick, include a spoonful of Golden Honey Elixir (page 62) when buzzing the carrot. If you don’t have a high-powered blender, the beet and carrot may be need to be grated rather than chopped. 2 navel oranges, peeled 1 red beet, scrubbed well and chopped 1 cup (105 g) fresh or frozen raspberries 1-inch (2.5 cm) piece ginger, peeled and chopped in half Very cold water, as needed 1 cup (185 g) fresh or frozen chopped mango 1 carrot, scrubbed well and choppedBreak 1 orange into segments and add to the carafe of an upright blender. Puree. Add the beet, raspberries, and 1 piece of ginger, and blitz again. Add cold water to get the blade moving if necessary. Divide between 2 glasses.  To the same blender, add the remaining 1 orange in pieces, followed by the mango, then the carrot, and the second piece of ginger. Puree, once again adding cold water as needed. Tilt one of the filled glasses and carefully pour half of the carrot smoothie over the top the beet (this will give a slant to the layers). Do the same with the second serving, then use a straw or chopstick to swirl the layers. Sip away.

Table of Contents

1 Introduction

Chapter 1:
23 Breads & Breakfasts
26 Simple Sandwich Bread
29 Seeded Boule
32 My Best Biscuits
35 Dipper Eggs with Cheese-Fried
Toast Soldiers
36 Soft-Set Scrambled Eggs
39 Huevos a la Plaza de Mercado
41 Bostocks
45 Savory Steel-Cut Oats with
Cheese and Spinach
47 Fig and Ginger Cluster Granola
51 Roasted Peaches with Glazed
Sesame Oats
53 Berried Breakfast Batter-Style Cobbler
54 Blackberry Buttermilk Whole
Grain Scones
57 Chocolate Olive Oil Zucchini Bread
59 Vanilla Espresso Walnut Butter
61 Chia Pudding with Fruit and
Golden Honey Elixir
63 Blurry Sunrise Smoothie
64 Default Smoothie

Chapter 2:
67 Lunches
71 Fattoush with Fava Beans and Labneh
72 Messy Bistro Salad with Spanish-Fried
Egg and Crispy Capers
75 Salad Rolls
77 Collard Wraps with Hummus and
Quick-Pickled Vegetables
81 Glazed Eggplant with Roasted
Shallots and Greens
85 Baked Eggs, North Indian–Style
87 Chaat Tostadas
91 Mushrooms and Greens with Toast
92 A Burger Treated Like a Steak
95 Fennel and Chard Puff
96 Avocado Toast

Chapter 3:
99 Soups, Starters & Snacks
102 Esquites and Yellow Tomato Gazpacho
106 Celeriac Soup with Green
Horseradish Oil
109 Feel-Better Curried Soup
with Crispy Chicken
111 Pickled Strawberry Preserves
112 Hummus with White Miso
114 Blitzed Ricotta with Peas
115 Beet-Cured Gravlax
116 Chicken Liver Pâté
120 Hard Cider Gougères
122 Halloumi in Chermoula
124 Naan
127 Garlic and Cilantro Laccha Paratha
129 Masala Peanuts
131 Pakora (Indian Vegetable Fritters)
134 Flat Potatoes
135 Vietnamese-Inspired Sausage Rolls
139 Spiced Candied Nuts
140 Trail Mix Snack Bars

Chapter 4:
143 Suppers
147 A Pot of Braised Vegetables
149 Lemon Bucatini with Roasted Kale
151 Specialty Restaurant Lentil Kofta Curry
155 Everyday Yellow Dal
157 Dog in a Bog
158 Clams and Orzo
161 Slow-Baked Salmon and Butter Beans
162 Fuss-Free Roast Chicken
with Lemon and Herbs
165 Chicken and Couscous with
a Punchy Relish
167 Bee-Stung Fried Chicken
170 Za’atar Chicken and Roasted
Vegetable Salad
172 Five-Spice Steak
175 Braised Beef with Gremolata
177 Moussaka

Chapter 5:
181 Vegetables & Sides
185 A Refreshing Salad with Charred
Green Onion Dressing
186 Roasted Red Pepper, Almond,
and Feta Salad
188 Brussels Sprout and Hazelnut Salad
189 Olive and Orange Cauliflower
190 Broccoli Rabe with Bagna Cauda
193 Soused Tomatoes
194 Turmeric Fried Okra
195 Mind-Changing Okra
196 Green Beans with Mustard Seeds
198 Roasted Carrots with Harissa
Aïoli and Dukkah
203 Baked Irish Mash
207 Confetti Rice
209 Fennel, Citrus, and Avocado Salad

Chapter 6:
211 Sweets, Treats & Sips
215 Basic, Great Chocolate Chip Cookies
217 Whole Wheat Peanut Butter Cookies
219 Rhubarb Raspberry Rye Crumble
221 Caramel Apple Pie
225 Walnut Cherry Oat Butter Tart Pie
229 Roasted Grapes with Sweet Labneh
230 Coconut Kheer with Bronzed Pineapple
233 Fig Toasts with Buttered Honey
234 Plum Macaroon Cake
236 Blueberry Poppy Seed Snacking Cake
238 Blood Orange Stout Cake
240 Whiskey Self-Saucing Pudding Cakes
243 An Uncomplicated Cheesecake
245 Twangy Blueberry Sauce
247 Vietnamese Coffee Ice Cream
249 Rhubarb Rose Gin Gimlet
250 Lime Ginger Ale
252 Paloma with Chaat Masala

Chapter 7:
255 Staples
258 Cultured Butter 
258 Buttermilk
259 Clarified Butter, Browned Butter,
and Ghee
260 Compound Butters
261 Clotted Cream
261 Crème Fraîche
262 Labneh
263 Nut Milk
264 Ricotta
264 Yogurt
265 Mayonnaise
267 Basil Buttermilk Dressing
267 Citrus Miso Tahini Dressing
268 Bang-up Blue Cheese Dressing
268 Shaken Sesame Dressing
269 Rustic Salsa Verde
271 Pickled Jalapeños with
Garlic and Orange
272 Family-Approved Pie Dough
274 Harissa

277 Acknowledgments
281 Index

Editorial Reviews

“Tara O’Brady is a ship captain’s daughter of Indian descent living in Ontario, Canada. All of which informs her perspective in this beautiful and substantial debut cookbook. She navigates seamlessly across culinary boundaries to share her stories, recipes, and traditions—the sort, I suspect, that will be welcomed into many, many kitchens.”  —Heidi Swanson, author of Super Natural Every Day “This book, just like Tara’s blog, shares recipes and stories that are filled with texture, warmth, and her Indian heritage. Tara’s cooking is thoughtful, clean, and full of aroma and flavor. Her recipe for Baked Eggs, North Indian–Style, served with an extraordinary topping of Fresh Green Chutney, has become a staple for my family—and it will for yours, too.”  —Aran Goyoaga, author of Small Plates and Sweet Treats “Seven Spoons is so gorgeous and beautifully photographed that I just want to jump right into the pages. I can’t wait to savor these amazing dishes, all with a global bent, starting with breakfast biscuits and spicy, fried Mexican Huevos a la Plaza de Mercado; then moving on to soups and salads with flavors culled from the Middle East and East Asia; then ending with lush, compelling desserts.”  —David Lebovitz, author of My Paris Kitchen “Tara’s warmth and love of cooking comes through on every page. She will inspire new cooks to enter the kitchen, and energize those of us who have been cooking for years.”  —Bonnie Stern, author of Friday Night Dinners“Tara O’Brady could write a book about re-grouting bathroom tile, and I would still want to read it. Told with warmth and grace, Seven Spoons is the story of one very real home kitchen—and the beautiful food that it yields. From Feel-Better Curried Soup with Crispy Chicken to Roasted Peaches with Glazed Sesame Oats and A Burger Treated Like a Steak (bathed in miso butter!), O’Brady’s recipes are exactly what I want to cook and eat: inviting, reassuring, and above all, inspiring. Seven Spoons is a keeper.” —Molly Wizenberg, author of Delancey