Deer in a Jar

DSC_0049Virgil, my fry bread guide, got a deer this year and I got a piece of it. Two jars of canned venison, in fact. Until a couple of weeks ago I had no idea you could keep venison in a jar, but there it is. Life is a learning experience. Here’s what I did with it:

Hungarian Cabbage Rolls (with Canned Venison)

1 lb canned venison, finely chopped

1 cup uncooked rice

salt

pepper

1 green cabbage

1 can sauerkraut

2 small cans tomato juice

sugar

The quantities here are a tad approximate, but this is a very forgiving recipe. First, cut out the core of the cabbage with a sharp knife. Boil the cabbage for about 10 minutes, prodding it aimlessly until the leaves start to come apart. Drain it and let cool.

In a bowl, mix the chopped venison, the rice, and enough salt and pepper. Take a leaf of boiled cabbage and put a few spoons of venison mixture on it.

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Tuck in the sides and roll up. Easy!

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Layer the bottom of a heavy pan with sauerkraut. Place the rolls on top of this.

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Cover with sauerkraut and add tomato juice (and water) to cover. Sprinkle with sugar. Simmer for about two hours. Eat with good company and cheap wine.

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Hot Fusion

eating musubiRice, to me, is not a comfort food like pasta or bread. It is something far more fundamental and taken for granted until you don’t have it, like blood. Rice is a hint at the great and profound fact that we must eat to live. When I hear the word “Spam,” on the other hand, I feel like I just watched someone trip off the edge of the sidewalk – simultaneously compassionate and amused. Spam does not even deserve to be rice’s opposite – their relationship is more akin to Superman and helpless victim. However! I should have realised that without the helpless victim, Superman is just a dude in tights wearing his underwear on the outside, and I’ve learned that if you put rice and Spam together you get the way-too-unknown Hawaiian snack known as Spam musubi. You won’t see it in fusion restaurants but musubi are true fusion cuisine, combining both the Japanese and American influences in Hawaii in perfect harmony.

musubi on a plate

If you’re going to do a dish comprised of just Spam and rice, do it right. Sushi rice is tricky to make perfectly, and, unfortunately, there is no simple recipe. It all depends on what kind of rice you are using. Once you open this particular can of worms you soon understand why in many Japanese restaurants there’s a guy whose sole job is just to prepare the rice. I quote from the brilliant but absurdly named Japanese Cooking, A Simple Art by Shizuo Tsuji:

“It is difficult to prescribe an exact formula for the size of pot and the amount of water to use in cooking rice because there are so many variables. Assuming that our interest is only in short-grain rice, we still must consider whether it was grown in a flooded paddy or dry field, whether the rice is newly harvested or whether it has already been on the shelf for some time, whether the climate is hot and muggy or desert dry. These are all factors that the rice chef, with a many-year training period, would have no trouble in dealing with.”

Not being a rice chef, I had some trouble dealing with the factors. I used white medium grain Calrose rice from California, which is often considered a good substitute for real Japonica sushi rice. Shizuo Tsuji suggests as a general rule, for rice of Asian origin grown in wet fields, 1 cup of water to 1 cup of washed rice (not dry), and for rice of American or European origin (grown in dry fields), 1 ¾ cups of water to 1 cup of dry rice. Exhausted yet? I followed his directions for American rice and ended up with rice pudding, not at all suitable for sushi. Fortunately, no one was very hungry yet, so I had time to start again:

Rice for Spam Musubi

2 cups medium-grain Calrose rice from California

2 cups water

4 tablespoons rice wine vinegar

1 tablespoon white sugar

1 teaspoon salt

Wash the rice. This is done by putting the rice in a bowl, covering with cold water and squishing the rice around with your hands until the water turns milky. Do not let the rice stand in the water – when the water is milky, pour it out. Refill the bowl with cold water. Do this for about five minutes, removing the starches, until the water is almost clear. Shizuo Tsuji makes a point of mentioning that later washings should be performed more gently than the first washings, to avoid “bruising” the grains. Sure. Whatever. When done, drain the rice in a sieve and let stand for 30 minutes to an hour. I am convinced this does something, because the rice changes from clear to opaque.

Place the rice in a heavy pot with a tight fitting lid. I used my Le Creuset cast iron casserole. Add the water, cover, and heat over medium heat until the water just starts to boil. Turn the heat to high and let the water get to a vigorous boil. White foam will creep out from under the lid and sizzle on your burner but this is a sign you are doing the right thing. After two minutes, reduce heat to low and simmer for five more minutes. Do not, at any time, take the lid off to see how it is doing.

Turn off the heat and let the rice sit for twenty minutes unmolested.

While this is happening, combine the rice wine vinegar, sugar and salt in a small saucepan and stir over low heat until the sugar and salt dissolve. The quantities of the flavourings vary, traditional sushi rice is quite a bit sweeter, but we don’t like sweet things much. When dissolved, cool the saucepan in an ice bath (just kidding. No I’m not. Well, I did it. Hey, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?).

Now enlist your helper with a bamboo fan (or folded newspaper), lift off the lid on the pot, and sprinkle in the vinegar mixture. While your helper fans like a demon, cut the rice with a wooden spatula and turn it, essentially speed cooling it. This also apparently does something essential to the texture of the rice, I’m not sure what, but 126 million Japanese can’t be wrong, can they?

block of rice

And there you have it. Perfect sushi rice, unless you are using a different brand than me or the weather is unsual or… anyway, if you want oodles more detail on the subject, I urge you to consult Japanese Cooking, a Simple Art.

Did I mention you will need a musubi mold?

Sorry about that. A musubi mold, exactly the dimensions of a slice of Spam, is used to compress the rice into a lovely brick shape. I don’t have a musubi mold, but I have a lovely 70s era sushi press that served the purpose. I have heard that some musubi fans use the empty Spam can.

Spam Musubi

Prepared sushi rice

1 can Spam

2 sheets nori

Furikake seasoning

De-can your Spam and slice it into eight even slices. Heat up a frypan and toss in the Spam. When it begins to brown on the underside, pour in a mix of soy sauce and sugar. How much? Well, let’s say about three tablespoons of soy and 1 teaspoon of sugar, but you can mix it up to your own taste. Spam is far more forgiving than rice. The Spam will quickly suck up the soy; turn it off the heat.

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Place rice in mold. Squash rice under high pressure until it is a firm brick. Sprinkle the rice brick with furikake and add slice of Spam. Since I was using a long sushi mold, I found it the perfect size to hold four slices of Spam, which I then turned into individual musubi with a sharp knife.

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Cut strips of nori, and wrap the musubi up prettily. The nori is essential, it adds a fresh vegetable aroma to the heavily meaty Spam. My word, this is a snack for the gods, believe me.

lots of musubi

Tucker Downunder

wild kiwi foodsI’ve dealt with some weird foods throughout the history of this blog. Finding and trying weird foods is a hobby of mine – in a new restaurant, I look for the oddest thing on the menu and order it. Sometimes the chef pokes his head out of the kitchen to look at me.  On a recent trip through the astoundingly beautiful New Zealand, I found two more that I would like to share with you, one because it is good, and the other strictly for the horror-and-disgust factor. Consider yourself warned.

New Zealanders like whitebait, the immature fry of fish of many species. Every year, in a very limited and strictly enforced season, Kiwis compete for the chance to stand in a river with a net, scooping up shoals of the things as they migrate, rather like we do here in the Pacific Northwest when the salmon are running (except, of course, for a notable size difference in the prey. Whitebait are an inch or two long, and salmon a big enough to dent a car). The classic preparation of whitebait is fried in a “patty” (which is traditionally just a pure egg batter, like an omelet), which is then sometimes placed between two slices of bread. The end result is a fatty, greasy, protein-heavy snack full of tiny little fish, complete with head and guts and little eyes that stare at you as you raise them to your mouth. You can also eat them in more elegant preparations, such as sautéed in white wine, if you’re a tourist. I’d known about the Kiwi craze for whitebait since my young days reading Footrot Flats, so it was a given that I would sample them as soon as I could on my first trip to New Zealand.

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Is it special? Is it fresh? Is it neither? Punctuation can be confusing.

First taste of whitebait: “Huh. Okay. It’s just tiny fish.” Second taste: “Okay. They’re not bad.” Third: “Are there any more?” That’s the mark of a true delicacy – initial uncertainty, followed by lifelong devotion. This is absolutely my favourite kind of food.

whitebait sandwich

whitebait

That was the good one.

Annnnnnd speaking of delicacies, here’s one I absolutely did not expect to see on a menu, ever: muttonbird, a.k.a. sooty shearwater. If you’ve never seen a shearwater, think of a dark brown seagull, which is essentially what they are. Now seagulls flock in great numbers to the rooftops around my apartment building, and sometimes, after being woken once again by their furious arguments at four in the morning, it has occurred to me to wonder how they would taste, had I a rifle handy. I always came to the conclusion that, were seagulls any good to eat, people would already be eating them, as with pigeons and squirrels in other cuisines. But now at last I had a chance to find out!

Muttonbirds are another species with a very limited and strictly enforced hunting season. In this case the strictures go further: muttonbird, or “titi” in the local language, can only be harvested by the Rakiura Maori people and their descendants, and as such is a key part of Southern Maori culture and heritage. How could I pass up a chance at this beast when I saw it on the menu of a fish and chip cart!

Here’s my advice to you: should you ever find yourself in Southern New Zealand, and you see muttonbird on the menu of a fish and chip cart, pass up the chance at it.

Deep fried muttonbird. Do not, under any circumstances, eat.

Deep fried muttonbird. Do not, under any circumstances, eat.

I pride myself on having an experienced and daring palate, but over the years I have found two foods I absolutely do not like: raw sea urchin, and Kentucky Fried Chicken. Muttonbird is exactly like a cross between these two foods. It’s an incredibly fatty and greasy bird that tastes like a tidepool smells. Now when I put it like that it sounds it might be alright, and as these “culture and heritage” meals sometimes tend to be, it must have been better than slow starvation. But I sadly cannot recommend it.

To be fair, deep fried muttonbird from a fish and chip cart may not be the best preparation. A Kiwi friend of mine provided the following recipe from the enigmatic “Maori Cookbook.” (I say enigmatic because this rare paperback, which you can still find on Amazon for $188, contains no author, date or printing info, making it hard for me to credit.)

To Cook Mutton Birds:

Remove the feathers of the mutton bird (if any). The mutton bird may be treated in the same way as wild duck, i.e. roasted with a savoury stuffing of breadcrumbs, or, for a change, apples and onions. Bake for 1 hour. Alternatively, boil it briefly and pour off the water. It is really a matter of taste. If you don’t like the bird’s salty taste, boil it again, or rather simmer it until softish and then grill the bird until brown and sizzling. Garnish with a white sauce made with white wine. Pour it into the sauce as many Stewart Island oysters as it can comfortably accommodate.

That doesn’t sound so bad.

On the subject of this trip to visit the family Downunder, I must include a couple of pictures here from the Mecca of the produce world, Queen Victoria Market in Melbourne. If it’s not at the Queen Vic, it’s not edible (you can’t get muttonbird, for example).

market seafood

It's so hard to find good kangaroo garlic mettwurst in the States.

It's so hard to find good kangaroo garlic mettwurst in the States.

Rolling out fresh borek pastry. One of the things I miss most about Australia is the Turkish food.

Rolling out fresh borek pastry. One of the things I miss most about Australia is the Turkish food.

And just to finish with a recipe, here’s a salad my mother makes.

Quinoa, herb and pomegranate salad

150g quinoa

½ vegetable stock cube

75g pine nuts

1 pomegranate

A small handful chopped mint

A small handful chopped coriander

1 lime, juiced

4 tbsp extra virgin olive oil

Cook the quinoa according to pack instructions and add the vegetable stock cube to the cooking water.

Leave to cool, then break up with a fork.

Meanwhile, toast the pine nuts in a dry frying pan until like golden.

Mix the pine nuts, pomegranate seeds, herbs, lime juice and olive oil through the quinoa.

pomegranate salad

Poke Me

poke

It’s amazing to me that in this day and age I can buy a slab of Hawaiian bigeye ahi tuna at the one-room fishmonger shack on the jetty, and not a small packet of Prague powder #1 (a.k.a. sodium nitrite, a.k.a. curing salt, a.k.a. pink salt, a.k.a. “that ingredient which is essential for curing any kind of meat”) at Cabela’s, the largest specialty retailer of hunting, fishing, and camping equipment in the world. When I asked for pink salt the sales rep took it upon himself to explain to me (unprompted) exactly how much floor space they had in their enormous store, exactly how many thousands of products they distributed (I forget the number because I was busy disliking his face), and the exact profit margin that determined which of said products found space on the shelves and which must be ordered online. Suffice to say, if you want a gun that makes jerky, Cabela’s can accommodate you, but if you want some basic curing supplies, you’re shit out of luck. Sorry Cabela’s, you let me down this time. My guanciale will have to make do without you.

Fortunately the weekend was saved by the slab of ahi tuna. My wife has recently returned from Hawaii, where so far as I can tell she spent her days flying planes over gorgeous tumbling cliffs and then eating poke. Poke (pronounced po-kay) is a raw fish salad based on tuna. It’s available sold by the pound at any corner store on the islands, apparently. Today we made some. Oh my gods, it’s at least as good as a gun that makes jerky. At least!

Leslie’s Ahi Poke

About ½ lb ahi tuna, sashimi grade

1 teaspoon sesame oil

2 tablespoons soy sauce (or less)

2 green onions, thinly sliced

1 teaspoon sesame seeds

1 teaspoon sambal olek

2 macadamia nuts, crushed in a mortar and pestle

Slice the tuna into pieces about the size of gambers dice. Mix with all the other ingredients in a bowl, marinate for two hours.

We served this with a soba-seaweed salad which I cribbed from Nigella Lawson’s book “How to Eat.” Have you ever heard of such a wonderfully arrogant title for a cookbook? If you doubt Nigella’s authority to dictate “the pleasures and principles of good food”, ask yourself who else could write the following description: “The custard should be firm but not immobile; when you press it with your fingers it should feel set but with a little wobble still within. When you eat it it should be just warm, soft, and voluptuous, like an eighteenth-century courtesan’s inner thigh”? I will eat anything devised by a person who can write a statement like that. Since Nigella is richer than God hopefully she won’t sue me for roughly reproducing it here.

Nigella Lawson’s Seaweed-Soba Salad

Handful dried soba (buckwheat) noodles

Handful wakame seaweed

4 teaspoons Japanese soy sauce

1 tablespoon sake

2 teaspoons mirin

2 teaspoons rice vinegar

½ teaspoon sugar

A tiny pinch instant dashi granules

1 teaspoon sesame oil

1 green onion, minced

Place all of the ingredients except the noodles, the green onion, and the seaweed in a small jar and shake to mix. Soak the wakame seaweed in cold water for at least 15 minutes. Cook the noodles in boiling water. When done, drain them, rinse them with cold water, put them in a bowl and fill with more cold water. Drain again when the noodles are cold.

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Mix with the seaweed and dressing. Garnish with green onions.

The beautifully spicy silky protein-rushy tuna is the perfect foil for the bland comforting noodles. Frankly, this is one of the best meals I have ever had. Thank you, Nigella. Thank you, Hawaii. Thank you, everyone on Earth. But not you, Cabela’s, until you stock Prague powder #1.

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Hits, Misses and Pickles

My wife likes to remind me of a day way back when we had first met. We were still sussing each other out for relationship potential, trying to flag possible major personality flaws, etc. I had been kind of depressed the day before so she called and asked how I was doing. I said “much better, I’m making pickles.”

I think she probably classified this at the time under “possible major personality flaw.” I’m not sure she understood or believed that the simple act of pickling, brining or preserving something can lift depression, but it can, and it does. That doesn’t mean you have to be depressed to make pickles, of course. And if you’re me, it’s best not to be too attached to the outcome of making pickles, because sometimes the garlic turns blue and the guanciale gets moldy and the sourdough starter turns into a fruit fly farm, all of which happened to me in the last couple of weeks. But damn, it was a fun ride.

Guanciale hanging innocently on the right. Preserved lemon on the left. Salted eggs in the middle - see below.

Guanciale hanging innocently on the right. Preserved lemon on the left. Salted eggs in the middle - see below.

Let’s start with the guanciale and get it over with. Guanciale is a form of unsmoked bacon traditionally used to make carbonara. It has a strong flavour and a delicate texture, or so I’m told, because after I got my pig cheek, packed it in sea salt and organic sugar, seasoned it with thyme, garlic salt, bay leaves and allspice, let it brine for a week, then wrapped it in muslin and hung it in my cupboard… it went moldy. I am very tempted to try again, but the problem is, I don’t know enough. I’m a pickle dilettante. I don’t even own any pickling apparatus beyond a few mason jars. I am totally ignorant about why each step is performed when and which steps are okay to leave out (i.e. any step I can’t be bothered doing or seems too difficult), which is exactly what makes it so much fun. So instead I’m making lardo, which is just the same thing but done with back fat. I bet it will work this time.

Next: sourdough. I’ve never been a baker, for much the same reasons I’ve never been great at pickling. I’m a “little bit of this, a little bit of that” cook, which most emphatically does not work with baking. If you want really good bread, you follow the recipe to the letter. Now where’s the fun in adhering to some kind of heavy fascist mind control like that? Unless… (I told myself)… unless I got a really detailed book on baking, and followed it so absolutely exactly it drove me and everyone else around me mad? That would be fun.

So, I began my sourdough starter. A sourdough starter, if you didn’t know, has no yeast added but instead makes use of the wild yeasts in the air. The reason there is no sourdough quite like San Francisco sourdough is because of the yeast Lactobacillus sanfrancisco, a microorganism found only in the Bay Area (see how much I’m learning from my detailed bread book?). I was going to find out what happened to flour and water left to ferment with Lactobacillus dansapartment.

Turns out, it was a mistake to cover my starter with cling wrap, because the common fruit fly Drosophila melanogaster is not bothered by cling wrap, and fruit flies eat yeast. Looking at my starter, I recalled my semester of genetics in college, where we performed demonic experiments in cross breeding drosophila. To keep the students supplied with flies, fat test-tubes were filled with yeast mixture, which were soon filled with drosophila. And here I had replicated the experiment. Sourdough starter one went into the trash.

I began sourdough starter two in a square tupperware with a tight lid. Well, it worked. Boy did it work. Expecting a waiting time of about two weeks, during which I would “feed the bitch” (as professionals say) by regularly tossing half of my starter and feeding it with more flour and water (this is necessary so that the acid produced by fermentation doesn’t overwhelm the yeast, boy, am I learning stuff!), after only a day it was frothing. Then it started foaming. Then I couldn’t toss half of it often enough. It burst the lid of the container and foamed over the counter.

Down boy! Down!

Down boy! Down!

However, the bread turned out pretty good. It was an awful lot of work for a loaf of bread, but if anyone wants any sourdough starter, I’ve got plenty.

Sourdough!

Sourdough!

I also made baguettes. There are a lot easier to make, contrary to what you may have heard. Now, most people assume the baguette is the traditional loaf of France dating back centuries, and they’re wrong. Baguettes were invented around 1920 because a French labour law prevented bakers from getting to work earlier than 4am, and they needed a loaf that would be ready in time for breakfast (man, am I dazzling you with facts). And it’s true – they can be made, start to finish, in four hours. If you want to make baguettes, however, follow this tip: don’t assume greaseproof paper is the same as parchment paper. My second lot of baguettes turned out quite nicely, thank you.

Baguettes proofing

Baguettes proofing

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Did you know eggs can be preserved, and they taste pretty damn good? I didn’t. I’d heard of the infamous Thousand Year Egg, and I may even have eaten it in China, but it was probably on a dare. I’m all for new experiences, but, I’m sorry, yolks should not be green and albumen should not be brown jelly. Your standard salted egg, however, is a much simpler procedure – simply pack the eggs in brine for two to four weeks, depending on how salty you like them. I like them very salty – four weeks for me. You can scale up this recipe to any amount, but this suits a standard 2-cup mason jar.

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Salted Eggs

3 eggs (duck or chicken)

1/2 cup sea salt

2 cups water

1. Combine salt and water and bring to a boil. Dissolve salt and cool completely.

2. Put eggs in mason jar. Pour brine over the top. Make sure the eggs are completely covered – to keep them underwater, I used a small plastic cork between them and the lid, which was loosely screwed on.

3. Make a note of the date (important) and leave them in a dark place for 2-4 weeks.

4. Place the eggs in a saucepan (discarding brine), cover with cold water, and bring to a simmer. Boil for ten minutes then cool the eggs under running water. They will now keep in the refrigerator for a month.

But what do you do with a salted egg? I’m glad you asked. Salted eggs have a lovely intense flavour, a bit like egg crossed with sausage. They work perfectly as a condiment to congee. Boil some rice in plenty of water or stock for at least an hour, until you have rice soup. Then garnish with anything: shredded pork, green onions, cucumber pickles, and of course, salted eggs.

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This isn’t exactly pickling, but I like the photo. About a year’s supply of chillies, all for five bucks. Gotta love that farmer’s market.

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