When he returns to the kitchen for his coffee, he hears a crackling upon the stove–the whole almonds, slightly blistered from toasting in the oven and poured into the newly-oiled cast iron, are cooling.
He leans into the volume of husks cracking, and listens to almonds. they speak of their journey through fire, while he gazes across the kitchen and through the window through remembering.
He stands up and turns to his warm cup, lightened by a dash of whole and remembers today is. Whom he was is there. Here is his moment, and it’s beautiful.
After his cup empties, he’ll walk to the center, pick up his weekly vegetables; scrubbed and steamed beets and granny apples and sweet young onions will all nestle together into a dish of earthy sweet magenta for dinner. Before he washes the vegetables he’ll turn the cooled almonds around buttery cashews and wide swaths of coconut, handfuls of pebbly raisins, the last third of the medjool dates scissored carefully into pieces. the almonds
cooled beneath breezes, have quit their shouting, relaxed into their skins, let themselves be turned among the rest and doused in syrup for transformation. later a slice will reveal the sweet and salt, the nutty crunch of poems will give way beneath teeth, crisp splinters breaking down for a pause, as words unspoken, chewed, swallowed, savored.
This is my most crafted recipe this year, and it’s definitely the best homemade granola I’ve ever made. It bends to your whims and seems to want to please you, so make it your own. And it couldn’t be easier to mix up a batch while you’re putzing around the kitchen doing dishes or making dinner or whatnot.
3 cup mixture of toasted nuts and dried fruit
1 2/3 cup oats
1/3 cup oats processed into flour
scant 1/2 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
6 Tablespoons melted butter
1/4 cup honey or maple syrup
2 Tablespoons light corn or rice syrup
1 Tablespoon water
Add any of these optionals to the liquids:
1/4 t. cinnamon (recommended)
1/3 cup peanut butter
1 teaspoon vanilla
Mix everything together and pour into an 8 x 8 that’s been sprayed with coconut oil and lined with parchment. Bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes, cool and sneak bites for the following week.
-Adapted from Deb Perelman’s Recipe
Gnerally, I’m a sucker for any dish that takes three days to make. To my mind, cooking is often far too efficient. Getting dinner on the table with minimum fuss, though often a sad necessity, is seldom a rewarding experience. It’s just another chore to be done. Spending time on a meal, real time, feels more like gardening. It’s rewarding in and of itself. So I like dishes that take three days to make.
It makes sense, too, when you consider how long it took to produce the ingredients you are using – months or years to grow the vegetables and raise the animals, dry the raisins, cure the ham, age the wine. Seems a bit neglectful of all that effort to just throw them together and chow down as the last step of the process.
And speaking of curing ham, here’s a Chinese recipe I found for making a hunk of pork shoulder taste like ham after only three days, instead of the usual two years. The Chinese are masters of this kind of transformation.
Shanghai Pressed Pork
1 tablespoon Szechuan peppercorns
1 tablespoon salt
1 ½ lbs fresh boneless pork shoulder or butt
4 cups boiling water
2 slices fresh ginger
2 spring onions (halved and lightly squashed)
1 tablespoon Shaoxing wine
4 ½ teaspoons soy sauce
1 teaspoon sugar
1 ½ teaspoons minced fresh ginger
1 teaspoon chopped spring onion
Dry fry the Szechuan peppercorns until browning. In a mortar and pestle or spice grinder pulverize with the salt.
Place the pork in a glass bowl and coat each side with the peppersalt. Refrigerate 3 days, turning each day.
Place pork in a saucepan with the boiling water (add more if needed to cover), the ginger, spring onions and the Shaoxing wine. Simmer for an hour or until juices are no longer red when the meat is pierced.
Drain the pork and place on a cutting board. Place another cutting board on top and add weights – bricks, a cast iron pot full of water, or, in my case, dumbbells. Let stand an hour at room temperature. A fair amount of the sticky gelatin will squeeze out.
Combine ingredients for dipping sauce in a small bowl and mix well. Slice the pork into thin slices and serve with seasonal greens.
In the words of Norman Douglas: “Not a dish for every day, but the longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.”
So enjoy your days.
Clam diggers on the Pacific coast
Every year during the clam tides, diggers flock to the clam beds near Ocean Shores, Washington, to dig their limit of 15 tender, succulent razor clams. The determination of these people is admirable because there can’t be a much more miserable thing to do at 2am than stand in freezing water and rain getting covered in mud up to your armpits. Of course the prize is arguably great – razor clams are delicious. But this display of obsession has surprised me in the past because there isn’t that much you can do with clams, that I know of, other than deep fry them into clam strips or make clam chowder, neither of which hold a world title for most sophisticated dish.
It’s also hard to find a ‘master’ recipe for clam chowder. Perhaps because there really isn’t that much to it no great chef has troubled to put their name to a recipe. All recipes are essentially the same – fry some onions, add some stock and potatoes, simmer, add chopped clams. Simmer again and eat. To this there are countless variations of preference. Add cream or don’t. Add some herbs. Add garlic. If you are in Manhattan, add tomatoes. I even saw a recipe that required the soup be thickened with instant mashed potato flakes. When my wife decided the time had come to make some truly great clam chowder, I wondered if there was any way to really elevate the dish and make it worthy of exhaustion and hypothermia. My theory: soffritto.
Soffritto is a mirepoix of finely chopped vegetables which forms the basis of soups, stews and sauces in Tuscan cuisine. This was more like it – a bit of research into mirepoix revealed a delightful wealth of argument and invective through the ages, a bit like when I tried to track down an authentic recipe for gravlax. Soffritto, the Tuscan version, contains carrots, celery and onion in a 1:1:2 ratio, and is not to be confused with the Spanish sofrito (tomatoes, onions, garlic, green bell pepper), Portuguese refogado (onions, garlic, tomatoes), Dutch soepgroente (leek, carrot, celeraic) or the Cajun ‘holy trinity’ (onion, celery, green bell pepper). As you can see, these are all variants on the same idea. Mince some aromatics, saute them. However, get the region wrong, and you are no longer considered a real chef. This tiny first step of humble vegetables is what lets you know you are doing authentic Tuscan (Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Cajun) cookery.
I picked Tuscan. I mostly did this because nobody adds carrots to clam chowder, and I can never resist the opportunity to do something wrong.
The recipe… well, my wife did all the rest, because she was searching for “a certain flavour idea” as she put it. This is what she says when she knows what she wants to taste in her imagination, and she sets about inventing it. She doesn’t seem to need a recipe to do it, which baffles me. But from what I observed, here is what she did for her simply spectacular, worthy of the rain-and-mud razor clam chowder:
Leslie’s Clam Chowder (for two)
1 carrot, peeled
1 celery stalk
Mince the vegetables into very fine dice – take your time. In a heavy, cast iron pot, heat a splash of olive oil over medium heat. Add the aromatics and saute gently for a long time until they are thoroughly softened, but don’t let them burn. (Incidentally, I read recently that the reason celery is essential in soup bases is not because of its inherent flavour, but because it contains a compound that accentuates the taste of other flavours, a bit like the way MSG works. I wondered.) Pretty soon you will be a soffritto convert – the kitchen will fill with amazing smells, and the little toasty bits of vegetables taste delicious off a wooden spoon. Now for the real fire!
Chowder, stage one
2 rashers bacon
4 small red potatoes
1 (8 oz) bottle clam juice
2 cups chicken stock
Dice the bacon and crisp it up nicely in a frypan. Reserve the bacon and add the drippings to your softened soffritto. Peel and dice three of the potatoes. To the soffritto, add the clam juice, chicken stock and potatoes. Simmer until the potatoes are well and truly soft, then mash them in the pot. You may want to add more stock if it is getting too thick. Dice the last potato (unpeeled) and add it to the pot, along with 1 tablespoon of the reserved bacon.
Chowder, stage two
1/2 tablespoon hot paprika
1 teaspoon red chilli flakes
1 tablespoon sherry
1/2 cup cream
1/2 lb lovely, lovely razor clams, cleaned and diced
cilantro, to garnish
Add the paprika and chilli flakes and simmer until the last potato is soft (again, feel free to add more liquid if necessary). Add the sherry and cream. Add the clams and reserved bacon and simmer 15 minutes. Taste, add more cream if desired. Serve with a sprinkling of cilantro and crackers for dipping.
Hawaiian Chilli Pepper Water
8 small hot red peppers (Hawaiian, ideally, but birdseye will do), chopped
2 slices ginger
1 clove garlic, smashed
2 teaspoons rice vinegar
1 teaspoon salt
about 2 cups hot water
Sterilize a pint jar. Place in it the peppers, ginger, garlic, vinegar and salt. Add the hot water, seal the jar, and let mellow a few days in the refrigerator before straining out and using. Slop it on anything you like – rice, pasta, meat, salad – to add a touch of Tabasco-like zing.
Chilli pepper water is a ubiquitous Hawaiian condiment which I think pretty well expresses the Hawaiian attitude to food. The word grinds refers to the kind of food you eat everyday, with relish, until you are bursting-full. The most famous grind is loco moco, two scoops of white rice (always medium grain), topped with a hamburger patty, a fried egg, and gravy… which you should then feel free to slosh chilli pepper water over. Local variations abound, such as this dish we encountered in Hilo – katsu moco, rice topped with Japanese tonkatsu-style pork and fried eggs. Once you eat of this dish you will forget the days you were hungry.
I’m not so much into the diner-style eats, honestly, though they have their place. Mostly this is because I am embarrassed I can never finish a red-blooded-male-size portion. Also, I’m a grazer. I like to nibble on this and that through the day. The best Hawaiian nibble, which I have posted about here, is spam musubi. Again, medium grain white rice, topped with a slice of spam which has been lightly fried in soy sauce, then wrapped in nori. Sometimes other condiments are added, such as the famous Japanese pickled plums ume. Or a little fish roe. Or a sprinkling of furikake. Again, the local variations are endless. They are good. I want some right now.
Making spam musubi and onigiri rice balls
Another indigenous food is kulua pork, which is pig that is roasted whole underground in a stone pit. Served with cabbage and the ubiquitous scoops of rice, it is salty, savoury, smoky, succulent and satisfying.
Hawaii is fortunate enough to have a strong Japanese influence, even more so than Seattle. Hawaii is also fortunate enough to have a million available species of fish, which of all people the Japanese know how to deal with. In Hawaii they put fish to the best of all possible uses, served raw as poke (I’ve previously mentioned poke here). There are even more versions of poke than there are of loco moco or spam musubi. Any creature that swims the watery deep, it seems, can be turned into raw fish salad, lightly seasoned with shoyu, sesame oil, seaweed and chilli. Ahi tuna is the classic fish of choice but you can also get octopus, sea snails, squid, crab, you name it. Poke is so ubiquitous in Hawaii that pretty much any corner store sells it by the pound and with a couple of pairs of disposable chopsticks you have a wonderful grazing lunch for two.
Poke counter at the supermarket
Among other things we have the Japanese in Hawaii to thank for is the tonkatsu-wich. Tonkatzu is pork which has been breaded in panko breadcrumbs and fried, then sliced and served with shredded raw cabbage and tonkatsu sauce, which is often apple-based. Tonkatsu is, historically speaking, already a fusion food. It is an example of yōshoku, the Japanized versions of the Western foods which were suddenly available in Japan after the Meiji restoration. In Hawaii they take the cultural confusion a step further by placing the breaded pork between two slices of white bread. Served with tsukemono (pickled vegetables), ground sesame seeds and a variety of sauces, this is less trashy than it sounds, and very, very delicious.
In Waikiki we visited a fantastic udon noodle restaurant. It was so popular the line usually doubled about the block, which was a bit odd for a place that really only served one dish. But their udon were fantastic, made before your eyes, thick as nightcrawlers and served with a few simple choices of garnish. Despite the line we went back, just to be amazed again that something so simple could be so good. I think I must try mastering the art of udon making.
Simply prepared udon at Marukame Udon, Waikiki
I could go on, and on. I haven’t even mentioned the most famous Hawaiian dish of all, poi, which is steamed and mashed taro root, and which a local we met advised us, if offered it, to smile politely and take a tiny taste so as not to offend anyone. I could rant about the sushi. Or the Portuguese influenced longaniza sausage. Or the dragonfruits and longans and lilikoi (passionfruit), my most favourite of all fruits.
Maybe next time.
For years I ate oatmeal with bananas every day for breakfast. But one must not get caught up in the rut of repetition. One must try new things, explore new avenues, conquer new experiences. And so at some point I switched over to eating my oats with raisins.
I still do love bananas, though. But there’s always been the issue with them going bad so quickly. The only possibility I’ve heard of for overripe bananas is banana bread (admittedly, I have not researched the subject, and surely there are many uses). But banana bread is a project, and when you’re being too lazy to eat your damn bananas, the chances of making bread out of them is no doubt diminished.
So, on Facebook I mentioned that I was eating bananas for dinner. We had a bunch that was on the edge of becoming overripe, and I was feeling lazy about preparing a proper meal for myself. It seemed a perfect idea… for the first few bananas. Ah well. Sometimes in reality, what was thought of as brilliant idea, is really just a weird dinner.
Fortunately, Matt mentioned on my FB post about “banana ice cream.” I was intrigued, especially since:
- the ONLY ingredient is bananas (what the?)
- I’ve cut dairy out of my diet, and so I have limited “ice cream” options
- the ONLY ingredient is bananas (no, seriously, WHAT THE?!!)
So, I tried it. The ingredients? Bananas. Seriously. Just peel them, cut them into pieces (inch or less), and freeze them for a couple hours. Then put them in a food processor.
The immediate result was very soft and creamy, but after putting the “ice cream” in the freezer overnight, it became a perfect ice cream texture. It has not gotten overly hard like ice-cream does. And it’s naturally sweet, so, although I may try adding maple syrup or sugar to future batches — I feel no dying need to.
It’s a good day to like bananas. A good day for monkey-kind.
I’m ready to return to making pies and curling up with a new television show and soup and boozy tea. I’m excited to get back together with people to eat food and share libations and in general keep warm. Ready for fall.
September hadn’t even begun yet when I made this vegetable pie, for example:
Farmland Vegetable Pie, with Nouveau Carré
Delicious, and the cornmeal crust rolled out and baked up like a dream. Matt and I ate thick slabs of it while we sipped Nouveau Carrés as truly modern gentlemen do.
Stir 1.5 oz tequila with .75 oz Lillet Blanc, .25 oz of Benedictine and 3 dashes of Peychaud’s bitters with ice and strained into a chilled coupe. Garnish with a lemon twist.
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A month or so ago there was the Bacon-Off at work. . . here are the Gummy Apple Bacon Strips I made, which earned me the trophy!
This was my fourth batch, the result of experimenting with various types of gelatin (I tried sheet gelatin for the first time, and even agar. The final recipe was a mixture of reduced apple juice, lemon juice, smoked brown sugar, unflavored Knox gelatin and bacon syrup by Torani.
Lately I also find myself drawn to creating cozy weekend brunches. Here’s the beginning of a peach and blueberry compote for Sunday pancakes for me and my boyfriend.
You know what else is good? A good beverage. I’ve been reading Imbibe! and enjoying the possibilities of imagining get-togethers of friends around a boozy punch bowl, hot and spicy snacks and a general mirth while the first cold rain of Seattle fall falls in constant drizzle throughout the evening.
Here’s a good pale colored drink that’s best for these last summer days: Mix equal parts gin, green chartreuse, Maraschino liqueur and lime juice in a shaker with ice and strain into a chilled glass; it really is The Last Word.