Mushy Zucchini

In the day and age of the al dente vegetable, what a joy to find a recipe that celebrates the well-cooked, buttery vegetable.

After flipping through “The Cookbook” the other day, I noticed that the vegetable section has been severely neglected.  It’s time to rectify that situation, so expect quite a few veggie posts in the upcoming weeks.

For a while, I believed (incorrectly) that the British seem to really like vegetables that have been mashed up.  It was all based upon my knowledge of a beloved fried cod side dish, mushy peas.  When I came across this recipe, it served only to back up my (incorrect) assumption.  But as I started writing this article, I went out into the great-wide Internet to find a few mushy recipes that I could share.  Slowly it began to dawn on me that in reality, mushy peas are fairly common across the pond, but the other members of the vegetable kingdom aren’t usually pulverized at all.  That means that this recipe is a bit of an anomaly.  And I do enjoy out of the ordinary foodstuffs, if you haven’t noticed.

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I picked up these zucchinis at the local supermarket for a decent price.  As a quick reminder, make sure you scrub them well when you cook them at home.  I thought I had done a good job getting them clean, but there was a slight pesticide flavor in the finished product.  A lesson learned there, for sure.

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In a pan over low heat, one whole (!) stick of butter was slowly melted.  To quote Alton Brown, “I said it was good, not good for you.”  Into the pan went a few cloves of garlic that I had finely chopped to sweat.

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As the garlic and butter got to know each other, I sliced each zucchini into 1/3 inch rounds.  A quick rinse once more, and the veggies were ready for the pan.

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Into the pan they went, and I tossed them over and over until each slice was coated with the garlic butter.  After they were all properly buttered I added salt and pepper and covered the pan.

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After a few minutes on the heat, the zucchini began losing their rigid structure.  Here they are after just five minutes.

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Ten minutes in, you can see how the middles of the slices are falling out.  Mr. Henderson mentions that when the zucchini start to break apart, they’ll start to bind the whole thing together.

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And here’s the final dish.  I think I probably could have kept them on the heat longer for even mushier results, but their texture was just fine by me.  This recipe is going into the old memory bank for those cooking by the seat of the pants moments that tend to crop up.  Slightly silky, perfectly mushy, drenched in butter zucchini coins that you can prepare in under 20 minutes?  Hell yes, I’ll be preparing this recipe over and over for a very long time.

One down, fifty two to go.

EDIT: Commenter E. Nassar has a similar post about mushy zucchini that just needs to be shared.  Quickly, click this link.

They say you should never meet your heroes

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Last Tuesday, I discovered exactly why “they” say such a thing.  Culinary truth-teller Anthony Bourdain was in Austin on tour for his recently released book, ‘Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook‘.  A local bookstore had announced that Bourdain would be signing copies, and I wasn’t going to miss a chance to talk to the man who inspired me to start cooking from Fergus Henderson’s grand opus.

That morning, I woke up early and got to the bookstore about thirty minutes before they opened to secure myself twenty seconds or so of Mr. Bourdain’s time.  The store was handing out wristbands, and only the people that snagged one would be able to get their books signed.  Book and wristband in hand, I headed to work.

As the day wore on, every second of the meeting was planned out in my head.  I dearly wanted him to sign my beat up copy of “The Cookbook” so he could see that I was serious about the recipes inside.   The idea of asking about woodcock suppliers came up as well, because I’ve finally started to lose hope of ever finding one.  And of course, I allowed myself to indulge in the far-flung possibilities, that just maybe he’d find my project interesting enough to want to find out more.

I think that’s something we all do to an extent.  It’s fun to imagine that we’ve done something of merit, worthy of recognition by the people we put upon pedestals.  I’ll be the first to admit that it’s a foolish pipe dream, but that silly little hope is comforting, regardless of how ridiculous it may be.

Later that day, I showed up to the bookstore along with my friends April and Sean of The Hungry Engineer and listened to Mr. Bourdain read from one of his books, and take questions from the massive crowd of people that had shown up to get their books signed too.  An hour later, I was almost face to face with the man.  The entire time, Mr. Bourdain had been sucking down Shiner Bock after Shiner Bock.  I can’t really fault him.  I know if I had just been tasked to talk for an extended amount of time in front of roughly 600 people I’d never met, I’d probably ask for a stiff drink as well.

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When it was finally my turn, I followed my carefully laid plans out to a T.  I asked if he’d sign my copy of “The Cookbook”, which he was more than happy to do.  At first he was a bit taken aback.

“I’m not familiar with this edition.” he stated.

“Ah, my wife had it rebound for me.  I’ve used it so much that the back broke.”

“Man, I really do love this book.”

“I’ve got a question for you real quick about trying to find a woodcock.  Do you have any suggestions?”

“They don’t have them out here?”

“Not really.  And you can’t buy them because they’re a game bird.”

“What, they’re illegal?  Huh.  Well this is Texas, get a gun and go shoot something local.  Substitute it man.”

“I’ll mention on my site that you said that.  Thank you.”

At that point, I’d noticed that Bourdain had already picked up the next book he needed to sign.  My time was up, so I turned around and walked out the double doors toward the parking lot.  The hope that he’d see something worth investigating further had come to a quiet, easy end.  And before you think that I’m angry about it, or upset with Bourdain, let me stop you right there:  I full understand that he was under no obligation to do anything but sign the copy of his book I had bought.  The fact he even took the time to chat with me briefly means a lot to me, and I appreciate it greatly.  He’s still one of my favorite people in the food world, and I doubt that will ever change.

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But that’s why you shouldn’t meet your heroes: you get to cling on to that silly little daydream a little longer.

Deconstructed Piccalilli

Traditionally, piccalilli is a spirited yellow crunchy vegetable pickle.  This salad was created by my sous-chef, Dorothy Harrison.  Not too surprisingly, it goes very well with cold meats or oily fish, as well as being a fine dish eaten by itself.

I’m having a tough time calling this a “recipe”.  It’s just so darn simple to make, it feels like the printer forgot some of the steps.

Having never eaten, or for that matter, even heard of a piccalilli, I went out into the great wide Internet for more information. Wikipedia had exactly what I needed, per usual.

Piccalilli is a relish of chopped pickled vegetables and spices; regional recipes vary considerably.  British piccalilli contains various vegetables and seasonings of mustard and turmeric.  It is used as an accompaniment to foods such as sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, cheese, tomatoes and beer.

That’s a pretty impressive list of food stuffs one could eat the original piccalilli with.  I could see this being my “go-to” salad for near future for it’s sheer straightforwardness and compatibility.

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A quick pic of all the needed ingredients.  No, really.  This is it.

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The haricot verts-or green beans for us non-french speaking folk-needed to have their tops and tails removed before a quick blanching in heavily salted water.  It turned out that this step took longer than actually assembling the salad!

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In less than five minutes, the necessary amount of green beans had properly blanched.  I tried to follow Thomas Keller’s Big-pot blanching technique. Big-pot blanching involves boiling vegetables in brine strength salted water until they are cooked through.  Supposedly the result will be vividly colored, perfectly seasoned vegetables.

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The only problem is that I’m a creature of habit, and plunging recently blanched veggies in ice water is almost second nature by now.  I’ll have to try Mr. Keller’s technique again some time without the polar dip.

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Next up I needed to peel and thinly slice a red onion. Luckily I had just sharpened my favorite knife…

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… meaning razor thin onion slices were a snap to produce. Happiness is a stupidly sharp kitchen knife.

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After finishing with the onion, I moved on to the cauliflower.  The biggest of the bunch at the supermarket, I ended up only needing half of it for the salad.  The rest was roasted and enjoyed with dinner the next day.

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The part I did use was broken into “generous florets” and set aside.

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The last vegetable that needed a little prep work was a single cucumber. Mr. Henderson asks that the pre-pickle be cut into three same sized sections, which are then sliced in half, and finally cut into wedges.

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Not my cleanest knife-work, sadly. But I suppose it was close enough. My prep finished, it was time to make the salad dressing.

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In my haste to assemble the dressing, I completely forgot to take pictures of the process.  That’s okay though: I’ll just tell you what I did.  First I got out my mini prep food processor.  Then I went hunting for the top for about 10 minutes.  I might have swore a little.  Then I found the top and did a little dance in celebration.  Into the mini prep went a little sugar, a splash of red wine vinegar, some English mustard (Colman’s is my favorite), two cloves of garlic, salt, pepper and almost one cup of extra-virgin olive oil.  One minute of holding down the chop button and the dressing was completed.

Ta-da!

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With all of the prep work done, constructing the salad was trivial. To prove my point, I’ll explain how with a haiku.

Combine everything
Include the sweet bright dressing
Don’t forget capers

Ah, that’s right!  I forgot to mention that a handful of briny capers are also called for.  I portioned out the salad in a bowl, and the recipe was completed.

As you might have already figured out, this salad has a lot of crunchy textures to enjoy.  Flavor-wise, expect lightly bitter vegetables mixed with the fiery and sweet mustard dressing.  This is a perfect summer salad, and I recommend combining all of the ingredients and sticking them in your fridge for an hour or two.  Serving it ice cold makes for a refreshing retreat from the summer heat, and the dressing will thicken up slightly, thus providing an optimal coating for the salad.  As Mr. Henderson mentioned in the foreword, this salad begs to be served with oily fish, as the two play extremely well off each other.

One down, fifty three to go.

A quick note

A little while ago, I decided to go poking around in the back-end for my website. Curiosity and all that. During my exploration I managed to turn off my ability to respond to comments. At first it was just an annoyance, but as I kept trying to fix my account, time kept marching on. I had thought of doing what I normally do when I muck something up on my site: ask for help from my buddy Joe Fulgham, who is a master at web design and back-end coding. He’s simply amazing at this sort of thing, but I really wanted to figure this one out on my own. And last night, I did.

I’m terribly sorry about the lack of responses in the comments. It’s pretty embarrassing, and I’ll be responding to everyone today.

Skate, Chicory, and Anchovy

When Poached and allowed to grow cold, skate sets beautifully into a firm but giving fish whose natural structure shreds perfectly for our salad-making purposes.

Way back in 2008, I made the only other skate recipe in “The Cookbook”, which was Skate, Capers, and Bread.  I’d never worked with or eaten skate before, but the flakey white fish found a home in my heart almost instantly.  Sadly, the common skate has been fished into endangerment, and so I had promised myself that I’d not cook or order skate again after making this recipe.  It’s just a shame that this dish isn’t nearly as captivating as the last one.  I’ll explain at the end of the post.

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A quick trip to the supermarket and we had everything we needed to assemble the salad.  First up, a poaching broth for the skate.

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In this pan you will find a lot of components.  Let’s see: there is some white wine, a little lemon zest, a whole head of sliced fennel, a sliced onion, two stalks of chopped celery, a bisected head of garlic, a bunch of curly parsley and last but not least, a few scant peppercorns.  Whew!

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One of the skate wings we’d bought was just picture perfect.  Excellent color, impeccably skinned, and ultra fresh.  The second skate wing wasn’t as photogenic, but it too was of high quality.

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Carefully I slipped the first skate wing into the pan and added just enough water to cover it. The pan was brought up to a up to a boil, and from there down to a simmer. As the skate poached away, my wife and I started working on the anchovy dressing.

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Into my mini prep went twenty anchovy fillets, multiple cloves of garlic, a healthy splash of red wine vinegar, a good amount of olive oil and some freshly ground black pepper.  A few pulses later…

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…and the dressing was done. It’s amazing how many powerful flavors you can pack together harmoniously.

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By this time, the skate had poached enough, but there’s something Mr. Henderson mentions that confuses me. He instructs to check that the flesh comes away from the bone, and I’m just guessing that two times I’ve bought skate that they were pre-boned. Is leaving the bones in skate wings common, or are boneless skate wings the norm?

With the skate done, I turned the heat off and let the pan sit until everything in it had cooled.

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After an hour things had dropped in temperature.  The skate wings were slowly pulled out of the poaching liquid and segmented into strips.  They went into a bowl of curly endive, some arugula, a handful of chopped curly parsley and a small amount of capers.  To that I added the industrial strength anchovy dressing, and tossed everything together until it all had an even coating.

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A fine looking little salad if you don’t mind me saying so. It was right after the first bite that my heart sank. I’m not sure if I had left the skate in the poaching liquid too long, or maybe I had added too much fennel, but the sweet and delicate flavor of the skate was completely overpowered by the essence of anise. Sure, I’ll throw back a glass or two of Absinthe if the mood strikes me, but even today I’ll leave the black licorice jelly beans for someone else to enjoy. The rest of the salad was nice and peppery, the odd caper here and there adding briny goodness and the always welcome flavor of garlic and anchovies made itself known through the dressing. But it all seemed pointless when the skate didn’t taste like skate.

If you’re a lover of licorice then perhaps this salad is right up your alley. Me? I’m wishing I had cooked the skate in brown butter yet again.

One down, fifty four to go.

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