When beginning any recipe, whether self-invented or reproduced from some resource, the cook needs to understand that to transform raw ingredient to higher edibility is to undertake a complex and variable task that human beings have been doing since the beginning of time. And, furthermore, that since that first human heated or seasoned, the ingredients have been getting the best of us. Today, with the invention of preservatives as well as with the question of survival being put on the back burner, the result of a cooking "failure", in most, is the exclamation of expletives paired with a vow to never try again. And this is precisely the place where most stay -- in exasperation turned to indifference. I've talked to many people, from ages 6 to 60, that will, after making something, quickly put it down as "nothing" or as "just from a box". We think that cooking should be saved for the chefs and baking saved for the bakers. However, what they don't know is that there is such a freedom in the humble understanding that with the will and a little time, they can make anything they want. And, more importantly, that it doesn't need to be perfect. From any "failure", when considered, comes knowledge that can't be learned from any book or magazine.
To explain. The other night, a late one I might add, filled with too much italian vocabulary and, incidentally, too many cups of coffee, I decided to make new potato and red onion soup with thyme. This, I will tell you from the get-go, is a pretty bad pairing. I did it because the colors looked amazing and I thought "if baking potatoes and leeks work, why not this!". Needless to say, I was a little delirious. I shortly realized after cooking the onions in butter and then adding the potatoes, chicken broth and thyme, that red onions don't hold up under all that pressure. They get slippery and too sweet and, the potatoes, hard as rocks after 40 minutes of simmering. I, in a fit of passion, added some white wine vinegar and took the flavorless broth to a place much like a really acidic dog's breath. Alas, I dumped the inedible soup and took a seat at my counter stool to brood. Just when I began to think the age-old thoughts about failure as simply an end and the self-piteous why-do-I-even-try self-lecture, I stood up. I took note that now I know, for sure, that this combination is not a match. Also, I learned, contextually, about the textures of the red onion and the new potato as well as what happens when you add vinegar to chicken broth. I knew something that I didn't know before and not because i made a gourmet, applaudable soup but because I made a gross, flippant late-night soup with all the wrong ratios.
So, to wrap up a more metaphysical post, a "mess-up" can lead to a better dish later. And that the flipside of failure can lead to the fulfilling difference between a boxed cake or canned soup and something that you truly put yourself into.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Got Goat Cheese?
So, I was in Foods of All Nations the other day and came across something that I cannot even begin to describe. This miraculous addition to my culinary exploration came in the form of none other than local honey infused goat cheese.
Firstly, goat cheese is something to be worshiped in its own right. With a texture unlike anything else and an incredibly fresh taste, goat cheese is supreme. Goat cheese functions interestingly in American culture. It occupies a status much like feta does as the average joe's infrequent attempt at an exotic nacho or salad and carries a serious WOW factor. If something has goat cheese as a filling or topping, its gotta be rich. So, needless to say, HONEY goat cheese might just take the cake...literally! I was thinking what to make with the cheese that would really highlight its richness and so the first thing I thought about was cheese grits, where creaminess is key. Then I decided to go a little further with fried grit cakes with peppery bacon.
First, I took a cup of grits (a grain made from coarsely ground corn) and put it with 3 cups of boiling water. The grits soak up the water over a 15 minute simmering period. While this was simmering, I cooked up 3 pieces of thick-cut, Niman Ranch bacon (although, some local bacon would be much better if its around) and gave them a rough chop. After the grits were cooked through, I took them off the heat and then mixed in: 2 Tbs. butter, about 1/4 of a cup of honey infused goat cheese, the bacon bits, and salt and pepper to taste. I add a fair amount of salt as I grew up eating grits real salty. Then, I let these cool and formed them into cakes about 1 inch thick and 3 inches across. I heated oil in a cast iron skillet on medium high heat and then cooked them in batches for 3-4 minutes on each side until nice and browned.
I served them with some fresh thyme sprigs and learned the real meaning of the word luscious.
Firstly, goat cheese is something to be worshiped in its own right. With a texture unlike anything else and an incredibly fresh taste, goat cheese is supreme. Goat cheese functions interestingly in American culture. It occupies a status much like feta does as the average joe's infrequent attempt at an exotic nacho or salad and carries a serious WOW factor. If something has goat cheese as a filling or topping, its gotta be rich. So, needless to say, HONEY goat cheese might just take the cake...literally! I was thinking what to make with the cheese that would really highlight its richness and so the first thing I thought about was cheese grits, where creaminess is key. Then I decided to go a little further with fried grit cakes with peppery bacon.
First, I took a cup of grits (a grain made from coarsely ground corn) and put it with 3 cups of boiling water. The grits soak up the water over a 15 minute simmering period. While this was simmering, I cooked up 3 pieces of thick-cut, Niman Ranch bacon (although, some local bacon would be much better if its around) and gave them a rough chop. After the grits were cooked through, I took them off the heat and then mixed in: 2 Tbs. butter, about 1/4 of a cup of honey infused goat cheese, the bacon bits, and salt and pepper to taste. I add a fair amount of salt as I grew up eating grits real salty. Then, I let these cool and formed them into cakes about 1 inch thick and 3 inches across. I heated oil in a cast iron skillet on medium high heat and then cooked them in batches for 3-4 minutes on each side until nice and browned.
I served them with some fresh thyme sprigs and learned the real meaning of the word luscious.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Roots
Vegetables. They make up, or at least should make up, the majority of the human diet. However, the American dinner table picks favorites these days. Broccoli, in all its glory, sure thing. Corn and peas, certainly. Definitely the usually frozen, chopped spinach and, for some more adventurous families, asparagus. But, contrary to popular belief, there are many more highly edible vegetables that we pass by in the grocery store or farmer's market.
I read an article by Molly Wizenberg in Bon appetit the other day about the winter doldrums as well as how to beat it with some overlooked, great winter vegetables. The main focus of the article was the celery root, or celeriac, a root vegetable that Molly Wizenberg tells me bears a wonderfully fresh taste similar to the more common celery found in chicken salads and vegetable soups. So, I went to my local grocery store and, somewhere lodged between the rutabaga and leafy kale, I found it: a rotund, moldy-looking cabbage with short, green stalks sprouting from the crown. And I immediately asked myself how and with what does one get into this armed prison of thick, rough skin. Even with my doubts, I took it home and tackled it with my paring knife.
What I found was, as Molly informed me, a beautiful, beautiful soul.
Somewhere between the taste of celery and the hearty texture of new potatoes, the celery root made for a great addition to my vegetable repertoire. It has some nutty and almost sweet undertones which pairs well with sweet fruits, nuts and cheeses such as gorgonzola or blue cheese. So I took a recipe that Molly suggested and changed it a bit.
*I took the celery root and, after peeling, I cut it into long, thin strips, about 3 inches long. Then did the same to 3 washed, firm Anjou pears. I think that the colors look nice when mixed loosely together. Then I made a simple dressing with: 2 Tbs. olive oil, 2 Tbs. white wine vinegar, 2 tsp. crushed fennel seed, 1/4 tsp. of nutmeg, 1 Tbs. fresh lemon juice and some good pinches (to taste) of fresh ground black pepper and kosher salt. I whisked this together and poured it over the mixed pears and celeriac. Then I put a good amount of gorgonzola cheese on the salad and loosely mixed it all together to make Ta Da! a bangin' winter salad.
It was complex, nutty and slightly sweet, proving to me that, although beautiful bunches of spinach and broccoli can make the meal, sometimes the roots are where it's at. And can be a wonderful addition to any Wednesday night.
I read an article by Molly Wizenberg in Bon appetit the other day about the winter doldrums as well as how to beat it with some overlooked, great winter vegetables. The main focus of the article was the celery root, or celeriac, a root vegetable that Molly Wizenberg tells me bears a wonderfully fresh taste similar to the more common celery found in chicken salads and vegetable soups. So, I went to my local grocery store and, somewhere lodged between the rutabaga and leafy kale, I found it: a rotund, moldy-looking cabbage with short, green stalks sprouting from the crown. And I immediately asked myself how and with what does one get into this armed prison of thick, rough skin. Even with my doubts, I took it home and tackled it with my paring knife.
What I found was, as Molly informed me, a beautiful, beautiful soul.
Somewhere between the taste of celery and the hearty texture of new potatoes, the celery root made for a great addition to my vegetable repertoire. It has some nutty and almost sweet undertones which pairs well with sweet fruits, nuts and cheeses such as gorgonzola or blue cheese. So I took a recipe that Molly suggested and changed it a bit.
*I took the celery root and, after peeling, I cut it into long, thin strips, about 3 inches long. Then did the same to 3 washed, firm Anjou pears. I think that the colors look nice when mixed loosely together. Then I made a simple dressing with: 2 Tbs. olive oil, 2 Tbs. white wine vinegar, 2 tsp. crushed fennel seed, 1/4 tsp. of nutmeg, 1 Tbs. fresh lemon juice and some good pinches (to taste) of fresh ground black pepper and kosher salt. I whisked this together and poured it over the mixed pears and celeriac. Then I put a good amount of gorgonzola cheese on the salad and loosely mixed it all together to make Ta Da! a bangin' winter salad.
It was complex, nutty and slightly sweet, proving to me that, although beautiful bunches of spinach and broccoli can make the meal, sometimes the roots are where it's at. And can be a wonderful addition to any Wednesday night.
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