September 06, 2007

The Ring

Memory chafes at the bonds of language, and then slips free.  The mind conjures up impressions of the past in floods of sensation that dissipate and dissolve when once we try to channel them with ordered thought.  Experience mocks our efforts to share it, daring us to build from the straw of words a bridge over the infinite distance between two minds.

The great literary genius of the twentieth century slowly wasted away over the last two decades of his life as he tried to capture--in his hundreds of thousands of words--the acrobatics of his brain in those fugitive seconds during which its most secret holds were unlocked by the passing savor of a tea-soaked bite of cake.  If the sweep of the longest novel in the history of the Western World is equivalent to the mental experience of ingesting a single crumb of pastry, what hope is there in bothering with words at all?  The cake would seem to have an insurmountable advantage.  So we enlist experience to speak for us; we draw from the well of wordless vocabulary to express that which words are too clumsy to grasp. 

You and I have lived these years together, and across those years some meaning is etched into our common memory.  Like the memory of a shared meal, the first I ever made for us, and who we were when we sat down together around it, being young and falling in love.  And eventually I decided that one night, one important night, I would prepare the same meal, to explain why I am here, to give proof of my sincerity, to remind us of how this -- all of this -- has come to pass.  And though I might fumble the words, I knew you would understand.

It's the life we live together that lets us understand one another without words--despite them.  The meaning of our lives is recorded in the experiences we share.  Each token of our common memory is a private madeleine.  They bring us back, full circle, to where we once were, and we can live it all again, though wiser now, and wordlessly understand.  That's why I gave you a token on that important night.  That's the meaning of the ring.

July 09, 2007

Indoor Barbecue

Indoor Barbecue

Summer is here, and I want to have a barbecue.  But I still live in an airshaft apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, which means that trying to set up a smoky hardwood fire to cook meat is likely to end in some combination of eviction, arrest, and   gruesome, painful death.  We city dwellers have a need for great barbecue, but with our few urban smoke houses charging Wall Street prices, our public spaces strictly limiting our opportunities for outdoor cookery, and only one six-hour barbecue festival a year, how are we to satisfy our inborn American cravings for sweet, salty, smoky animal flesh?

We must improvise.  Last week for the Fourth of July, I jury-rigged a faux barbecue right in the comfort of my 20-square-foot kitchen. I say faux barbecue because barbecue, by definition, is meat cooked over the warm sweet smoke of hardwood.  In cramped indoor spaces, we must seek alternatives, and the most well-known substitute for a hardwood fire is liquid smoke.

What we think of today as liquid smoke has been with us at least since 1938, when Saladine E. Colgin patented a process for producing

a condimental substance designed to be incorporated as an ingredient of sauces or to be employed in the cooking or table preparation of foodstuffs and particularly meats, for imparting to them the well known "barbecue" or smoke flavor characteristic of comestibles and particularly meats which have been subjected to the condensation of natural smoke from a hickory fire.

Colgin also claimed to have invented such a condiment which was "inexpensive to manufacture, wholesome in nature and which can be applied with gratifying results to small quantities of meat or other foodstuffs by persons whose skill does not exceed that of the average housewife."  Colgin's invention was offered as an improvement over the so-called "liquid smoke" products of his day, which were nothing more than the liquid that was distilled off during the process of burning hardwood into charcoal.  This liquid, known as pyroligneous acid or wood vinegar, does contain the compounds that give barbecue its smoky flavor, but it also contains other substances such as tars and methanol.  Colgin's innovation was to add salt to the wood vinegar to precipitate out the tar, then fix the remaining aromatic flavor compounds by the addition of caramel before distilling off the harmful alcohols and phenols.  Colgin's company continues to produce liquid smoke by this method to this day, and claims to be the nation's largest seller of the product.

Liquid smoke may be a joke to purists, but to the indoor barbecuer it is one of the only tools at our disposal.  Another helpful substitute for an open fire is smoked spices, particularly smoked chile peppers such as chipotle (smoked jalapeno) or ancho (smoked poblano), which can be used in a dry rub.  A good dry rub for indoor barbecuing will contain one part kosher salt, one to two parts brown sugar (depending on your taste - I prefer my rub on the sweeter side), and one part mixed spices.  I add ground chipotle and/or ancho chile peppers to the spice components in my rub for their smoky flavor, but there are some vendors who sell (very expensive) smoked salts, and smoked paprika is also available.  On top of that, I usually add lots of garlic powder, onion powder, and whatever other spices I'm in the mood for (for a sweeter rub I might use a mix of cloves, allspice, nutmeg and mace; for an earthier Tex/Mex style rub I might use dried thyme, oregano, coriander, cumin and chili powder; for a rub with more bite I might use black pepper, mustard powder and cayenne; the possibilities are endless).

Which brings us to the big question:  how to go about cooking barbecue indoors.  The most important thing you need is a heavy dutch oven or large casserole with a tight-fitting lid.  Ordinarily you would use a cooking vessel like this to braise, but we're going to use it to simulate a smoke pit.  Rub your meat liberally all over with your dry rub, reserving a few tablespoons of the rub for later, and let it sit for an hour or so.  Meanwhile, coarsely chop 3-4 large onions and scatter them around the bottom of the dutch oven, adding a few peeled, crushed garlic cloves.  Your meat will rest on this bed of aromatic vegetables, which will confit in the fat as it cooks off, so you want to make sure the onions are a few inches deep.  This confit will become the base of your barbecue sauce.

Stack your meat (I use spare ribs) on top of the onions, and pour a teaspoon or two of liquid smoke and a tablespoon or two of cider vinegar around the bottom of the dutch oven.  As you cook, these liquids will vaporize and penetrate your meat.  Seal the pot with its lid and put the whole thing into a 250 degree oven.  It is crucial that the oven be no hotter than this, as anything warmer could cause the sugar in your rub and the onions to burn.  Cook for 2-3 hours without opening the lid, and your ribs should be tender and delicious, and ready to eat just as they are.  It would be a shame, however, to waste those lovely browned onions and garlic sitting in a pool of pork fat at the bottom of your pan.  Fortunately, they will help make a killer Kansas City style barbecue sauce.

To make the sauce, start by pouring off and discarding as much of the fat as you can, while reserving the onions and garlic.  Next, deglaze your dutch oven with about a half cup of cider vinegar, scraping the bottom to release all the caramelized bits.  Add to this some brown sugar (about 1/2 cup worth), 2 cups or so of tomato puree or plain tomato sauce (I use Hunt's), a teaspoon or two of liquid smoke, and the remaining spice rub.  If you like (and I do), you can add a shot of bourbon as well.  Once the tomato sauce has had a few minutes to cook, put this mixture into a blender and process it until smooth, then adjust the seasoning for the right level of saltiness (salt), sourness (vinegar), and sweetness (brown sugar).

Serve your ribs dry with this sauce on the side and accompanied by the traditional side dishes of your choice (I made some braised kale with smoky ham and mashed potatoes).  While this urban alternative may not stand up to authentic smoke-pit barbecue, paired with a glass of bourbon and a cold beer it comes just close enough to scratch that summer itch.

October 14, 2005

Frost Street Turns Two

It was two years ago today that my first post appeared on Frost Street. So the blog's two year anniversary falls on the day after Yom Kippur, the leading fast day on the Jewish calendar. Last night, following on a twenty-four-hour fast, I broke bread with Lisa over a traditional meal of rice, chicken, cucumbers, and dates, washed down with a glass of sweet wine. You have to start the new year off sweet, you see, and the meal that breaks a fast is a sacred thing. I've always loved the order and simplicity of a Jewish sacred meal. You bless a glass of wine and pass it round; you break bread that it may be shared; you praise God for bringing forth fruit from the ground and from the tree as you taste a bite of each. There's humility in it, and joy; two things which seldom go together but more often should.

challahs.jpgOn the High Holidays surrounding the Jewish New Year the traditional braided challah is fashioned in round. The special shape is meant to symbolize the cycle of the years: as one ends another begins. It's the kind of simple truth that is equivalent to beauty, and we bake it into our food. And because this remains a foodblog, I'm here to tell you how. Thanks for sticking around for the past two years.

Recipe: Challah

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 lbs. unbleached all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/2 cups water
  • 2 tbsp. sugar
  • 1/4 cup honey
  • 2 eggs plus 2 egg yolks
  • 2 pkgs. dry-active yeast
  • 1/3 cup olive oil
  • One egg for egg wash

Heat 1/2 cup of the water to between 100 and 110 degrees. Stir yeast into warm water and allow to soften for 5-10 minutes.

Meanwhile, mix together remaining water, honey, oil, eggs and yolks. Stir in flour and sugar and add yeast mixture. Knead or stir in an electric mixer equipped with a dough hook on low speed for about 15 minutes, or until smooth. Add a small amount of additional flour while kneading if necessary to achieve a smooth consistency.

If you're a traditionalist, pull off a 1/20th portion of the dough now and set it aside. According to Jewish law this is the priestly portion; since the destruction of the Temple it has traditionally been burned in the oven (typically by wrapping it directly around the front of the oven rack) during baking. Set the remaining dough in an oiled bowl and cover with a towel. Allow to rise in a warm place until doubled in size, approximately 90 minutes.

Turn out the dough, punch it down, knead it for a minute or two, and set it back in a covered bowl to double in size again, approximately 60 minutes. This is a good time to preheat the oven to 325-350 degrees.

Turn out the dough and punch it down again, then separate it into two equal portions (this recipe is for two loaves). If making a braided challah, separate each half of the dough into three equal portions, roll them out into ropes of dough, pinch them together on one end and braid them, pinching the ends together when the braid is complete. If making a round New Year's challah, roll each half of the dough out into one thick rope, and coil it around itself in an outward spiral, tucking the end underneath the loaf. Set the loaves on a baking sheet lined with either a silpat or parchment paper, and allow them to rise until 1 1/2 times their original size, about 45 minutes.

Make an egg wash by beating an egg with a small amount of water. When the loaves are fully risen, brush them all over with the egg wash and place them in the center rack of the oven. Bake for 30 minutes or until the loaves make a hollow sound when tapped on the bottom. Cool on a wire rack until ready to serve.

October 07, 2005

More New Orleans Cuisine from Kathy

I'm a little late in posting this, but Kathy continues to crank out the good stuff over at her blog. Check out her etouffee. And if the mood strikes you, show her a little moral support by contributing on her behalf to the Gourmet Survivor Hurricane Katrina Relief Fund.

September 26, 2005

Kathy's Beignets

Well, your donations were unfortunately not enough to keep Kathy in the Amateur Gourmet's Gourmet Survivor II Hurricane Relief Contest. She was eliminated in last week's voting, by the slimmest of margins. Nevertheless, indefatigable cook that she is, Kathy continues to play along, and this week she has created some spectacular-looking beignets. Please go check them out, and consider donating a few dollars to hurricane victims in support of Kathy's continued efforts.

September 18, 2005

Gourmet Survivor: Kathy's Po' Boy

Welcome to the Gourmet Survivor Competition, a foodblog-community fundraiser for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. This effort is the brain-child of Adam over at the Amateur Gourmet, and the rules and developments can be found at his site. All you really need to know is that there are four competitors each battling for your votes (and charity dollars) by blogging their experiments with New Orleans cuisine. Here at Frost Street, we're supporting Kathy Mayers, a saucy SoCal gourmande (just look at the photo scavenger hunt she completed to qualify for the competition). Kathy has some serious chops in the kitchen, so make sure she stays in the competition by voting for her at the Gourmet Survivor donations page. A five dollar donation buys you one vote, but there's no limit to the number of votes you can cast, so vote early, vote often, and be sure to put Kathy's name in the comments section of your donation.

Now, on to why you should vote for Kathy: Check out the wicked po' boy she put together for the first round of the competition. If you want to see more spectacular kitchen adventures like these, be sure to keep Kathy in the running by giving generously:

Kathy's Po' Boy Entry:

Reading about the first challenge, my first reaction was, "but I've never eaten a po' boy before!" How on earth could I possibly do justice to something I had never even tried? Armed with only the most hazy idea of what a po' boy might consist of (something about seafood and a long roll…maybe?) I went in search of more information. I thumbed through cookbooks, searched the web and asked anyone I could think of 1) if they had ever had one and 2) what made it really good. Then the planning began.

I wanted to make something close to whatever a "classic" po' boy might be, if only so I could try one for myself for the first time. I decided to go with fried shrimp as the filling and a remoulade sauce as accompaniment. But the bread was just as important. How to find something light with just the right crunchy exterior?

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Bernard Clayton's "New Complete Book of Breads" to the rescue. I flipped right past all the classic French bread recipes and settled on "Blue Ribbon French Bread", a loaf enriched with small amounts of nonfat milk, butter and sugar. This would hopefully give the right texture and flavor to complement the shrimp and other fillings. The dough was a little sticky but pretty easy to work with.

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They came out just as I had imagined – light, chewy, with just a bit of crunch in the crust. Now, on to the remoulade. But first I needed a good mayonnaise.

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Note: this was my first attempt at mayonnaise, outside of opening a jar of Best Foods. I can't even think of a good reason why I haven't made any in the past, other than I've never been a big mayo fan and didn't see the point. But this sandwich deserved the best, and that was not going to come out of any jar.

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Now I understand why people love mayonnaise. Truly glorious stuff that I wanted to dollop or smear or just, well, taste over and over to properly ensure quality. I'm all about quality control. I almost hated to add everything else so this lovely sauce could become a proper remoulade. In went the celery, green onion, garlic, mustard, parsley, ketchup, lemon juice, worcestershire sauce, hot sauce (Crystal, my favorite!), and salt. I had to try a little right then and it took all the self control I have not to polish off the whole bowl with a spoon then and there. Off it went to sit in the refrigerator so all those flavors could marry properly. But first, a close up:

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Finally, it was time to prepare the shrimp. I mixed them with some mustard thinned with a little bit of milk, then drained them. Off they went into a bag filled with flour, cornmeal, salt, cayenne, and garlic powder, then off into the fryer for a quick dip to crisp up. At the same time I cooked up some Nimon Ranch applewood smoked bacon, This was a complete departure from anything remotely classic, but I thought the smokiness of the bacon would pair well with the sweetness of the shrimp. Once both were drained it was time for a test. I dipped one of the shrimp in a bit of remoulade and took a bite. Completely delicious. Then I tried a bite with a bit of bacon added. Even more delicious. The bacon played a perfect base note to the sweet, tender saltiness of the shrimp. Call me a heretic, but bacon would be in my po' boy sandwich.

I toasted the roll just enough to add another layer of crispness. On top of that, I slathered remoulade sauce with abandon. On top of this came butter lettuce and tomatoes fresh out of my neighbor's yard. Shrimp just out of the hot oil, still tender inside, were placed reverently on top. Then the bacon, tucked carefully between the plump, crispy shrimp. Last came the top slice, also covered in that wonderful remoulade.

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As I bit down, all I could think was, "why haven't I ever eaten a po' boy before?" And more importantly, "how soon can I eat one again?"

What did I tell you? Look at that po' boy! How could you not want to see more New Orleans delicacies like this? Well, it's all in your hands: go straight to the Gourmet Survivor donations page and vote for Kathy. Remember: Five dollars per vote, vote early and often, and don't forget to put Kathy's name in the comments for your donation.

September 02, 2005

Jazz Funeral

I've been reading a little bit about jazz funerals this week. They are, of course, famous for their wild celebratory music, but the dancing and revelry don't begin until the departed is laid to rest. Until the mourners "cut the body loose" at graveside, the jazz funeral is a somber march. Only when the deceased is at peace do the mourners raise their horns to heaven to sing the spirit on to its reward. First the dirge, then the dance.

I've never been to New Orleans. A year ago Lisa blogged her trip there, and the city obviously deserves to be celebrated. But today there is still too much suffering, too much death, and too little peace to start the dancing. There is work to be done to ease the survivors' suffering, and to bring the too, too many dead to rest.

Adam over at The Amateur Gourmet is organizing a foodblogger charity effort that should be unveiled this week. In the meantime, please donate what you can to the Red Cross.