When “Greater than the Sum of its Parts” Works for Me. Or Not.

I am notorious for letting my gas tank get as far below empty as possible.  I don’t know why, and it drives my husband crazy, but I do.  So this morning I was in a desperate state of affairs, knowing that unless I filled up immediately, I probably wouldn’t make it home.  Between two of my three school drop-offs I begrudgingly pulled into the gas station, and as I was unenthusiastically filling the tank, I realized how completely hideous I looked.

Many mornings I go to work, so I leave the house at least looking like a mentally stable grown-up.  However, on my now-rare days off, I try to squeeze in a few extra minutes of sleep between the puppy’s 5am trip outdoors and the Rousing of the Natives.  Fortunately, they can all fend for themselves now (except the puppy) and I don’t have to do things like remind them to brush their teeth or find two shoes that match, so I do have the luxury of going back to bed for a little while after they show signs of life.  Eventually I get up, make sandwiches for the lunches they’ve already assembled, and we’re off.

Of course, this leaves about 57 seconds to get dressed, and since I know I’m coming straight home, I don’t think much about it at all.  So as I stood there filling my gas tank, I realized I looked like an oreo cookie — class on both ends, with crap squeezed in the middle.  A UCLA alumni sweatshirt on top, a pair of nice patent flats on the bottom left in the car from work the day before (don’t even ask about my Shoes in the Car thing), but hideous microfleece sweatpants that I made specifically for snow camping, meaning no one was ever supposed to see their blue and yellow plaid-ness, ever, since we wear several layers when backpacking in snow and this particular layer was designed to be covered by at least one more at all times.  Yet here I was, thankfully without any high school kids left in the car to remind me how embarrassing I was to them, flaunting my complete trade-in of self-respect for comfort, for all the world to see.

I’m frankly too old to really care, but it did make me think about food, of course.  Sometimes three nice-on-their-own parts, with their own purposes, can be complete crap when combined.  The first example that comes to mind really should have its own post entirely, but I’ll preview it here.  Once my husband and I were treated to a very expensive dinner in a very trendy restaurant — but it was honestly the very worst dinner either of us had ever experienced.  The other nauseating details will have to wait, but if you take a nicely glazed fish, seared on a very hot griddle, and then without cleaning that griddle you brown homemade marshmallows upon it, you get barf-inducing Fishmallows.  This is what the restaurant (hopefully accidentally) served us that night.

In this same category of Foods Not To Be Mixed fit some of my teenage backpacking memories of being the last one out of the sleeping bag in the morning only to find all the flavored oatmeal gone.  An inventive leader, dead-set on making me, a verified plain oatmeal hater, eat something, made it his 11-day mission to come up with some concoction of oatmeal and backpacking leftovers that seemed palatable.  Why we didn’t just add hot chocolate or apple cider mix, I don’t know; but instead I tried oatmeal mixed with dehydrated red beans, bits of beef jerky, the dry sauce mix from some sort of backpacking lasagna nightmare, etc.  But I think the worst mixture was plain oatmeal, squeeze cheese (EZ Cheez, I think it was called, thus making it about as Un Cheese as tire rubber) and dry butterscotch pudding mix, three things acceptable on their own (though EZ Cheez is questionable as technically a food, but on the trail and in the right context I suppose it can qualify here, if nowhere else) but meant never to come in contact with one another, ever.  Despite this daily culinary adventure, the prospect of facing a new and always inventive precursory version of the Denny’s Skillet (so I’ve heard) wasn’t enough to rouse me out of my warm-ish bag in time for the coveted blueberry or maple brown sugar oatmeal, so I suppose it serves me right.

On the other hand, just the opposite can be true, too.  This obviously does not apply to my fashion statement sort of morning, but often rather mediocre beginnings can have a profound effect if combined properly.  Take gelatine, for example.  Cooks have a choice — one may either turn plain gelatine into, say, some sort of nasty blue jello mold seated atop wilted lettuce with sugared fruit suspended inside and pink-tinted Cool Whip on top (yes, I’ve seen this…people do make this stuff), or one may use it to make a beautiful buttermilk eggnog panna cotta with caramelized rum sauce (our dessert this weekend).  There are only three ingredients to my buttermilk eggnog panna cotta, and each taken alone is really nothing to shout about.  Yet combined they become a dessert with the silkiest, smoothest texture you’ve ever experienced, definitely greater than the sum of its parts.

Buttermilk Eggnog Panna Cotta

I originally used a version of this buttermilk panna cotta for a large celebratory dinner for 100 that I recently catered.  That dessert included a luscious lemon curd and rosemary lavender shortbread, too.  However, panna cotta was designed as Italian comfort food, akin to Jell-O Instant Pudding these days here (ick, by the way).  The original version included the addition of sugar, vanilla and lemon zest; however, the eggnog already contains sugar and vanilla, so I omitted it here — thus the three ingredient dessert, perfect for everyday but easily spiced up for a very formal affair.  I like to add caramelized sugar ornaments or spun sugar tiaras (depending on the weather, as spun sugar doesn’t tend to work properly in high humidity), or preserves or curds or… Really, we’ve had this so many ways that I can’t even begin to list the variations.

Find the recipe for Buttermilk Eggnog Panna Cotta here.

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One thought on “When “Greater than the Sum of its Parts” Works for Me. Or Not.

  1. I do the same with my car, it’s like a challenge to see how far it will go on a super empty gas tank. Never have I ran out, however I have burnt out the low fuel light in one car.

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