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.

Lamb and Barley Stew

A dish which like to be made a day before eating.

Oh, why hello there!  I know it’s been a little while since I’ve updated, but last weekend I was dealing with a post-surgery puppy.  I hope you’ll understand.

A few quick links before we get into it:

Chef Martin Vine of San Antonio tweeted this awesome link to me.  If you hit the next button at the top right, you’ll get a look at an great series of photos taken at a class given by Fergus Henderson.  Thanks to Chef Ben Ford for the images!

Over at the Belm Blog, David had his way with a hog’s head and really did it justice.

I’m a fan of offal on Facebook (crazy, I know) and recently a link to a news story titled “Portland pig cook-off followed by brawl over the provenance of pork” was posted.  The event was the famed Cochon 555, and the fight took place over the lack of locally sourced pork.  I can appreciate the passion, but not the altercation.

Hank Shaw recently held a class on butchering lamb that my friend Luna Raven attended.  It’s a great read, I wish I had been able to make it too.

Okay, on to the post!

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Many recipes should start off like this: with five and a half pounds of red meat on the bone.  That right there is lamb shoulder, cut into cubes.  I don’t know if you’ve bought that much lamb recently, but man, it’s not cheap. So if you plan on making this dish, gird your pocketbook.  Also, Mr. Henderson asks for you to use a pan to hold it all.  I think he must have meant for one to use a pot because my largest pan could barely contain the lamb meat, and with even more ingredients need to join the party, I can’t imagine how big of a pan you would actually need.

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Joining the meat are a few bay leaves, an herb bundle, a scant amount of peppercorns and a pinch of salt. Water was added until everything was covered.  I kicked the heat up and brought the pot to boil, and then I moved over to start working on the vegetables Mr. Henderson asks for

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One of the reasons I was excited to make this recipe was that I’d get a chance to finally work with and eat kohlrabi.  Curious about their background, I did a little research and learned that they are cultivars of the cabbage, and so their flavor is very similar to, well, cabbage.

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The kohlrabi, some leeks, a few carrots, and a bunch of shallots were all cleaned, peeled, and cut into appropriate sizes for the stew.

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The pot was brought down to a gentle simmer, and then I skimmed, and skimmed, and skimmed.  And then I skimmed a little more.  Let it be known that five and a half pounds of boiled lamb meat gives off a lot of scum.  All of the prepped veggies were added to the pot, along with one more thing:

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The barley! Mr. Henderson warns us that using too much barley in this recipe would be a bad idea, as it has a “bad habit of taking over.” I added a big handful to the pot, and then left it mostly alone for an hour.

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When the kitchen timer started going off, I knew that the stew was ready to be taken off the heat. I decanted the still hot stew into a big plastic container, and let it cool down to room temperature before putting it into the fridge. There’s no good sense in heating your fridge up, right?

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Then next day, I was greeted with this. All of the fat had collected at the top of the container and solidified. The recipe instructed me to remove all of this tasty white gold…

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… so I did. I saved the lamb fat and stuck it back in the freezer. Maybe I can strain it for use somewhere else down the line.

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The stew was then returned to the stove to reheat. When it was properly simmering again, I added salt and pepper and removed the herb bundle. The dish was complete.

At the very end of the recipe, Mr. Henderson mentions that some people might, “be tempted to add more oomph to this dish,” but that he’s, “all for its soothing, gentle qualities.” And I totally agree with him. You might assume that the richness of the lamb chunks might over power the rest of the ingredients, but that’s just not the case. There is a wonderful harmony that is struck somehow amongst the chaos that is a stew. The kohlrabi were like hearty bites of thick boiled cabbage, the barley added grassy notes, and the broth was delicate and light. It’s a subtle, comforting stew that would easily bring warm smiles on a cold winter night.

One down, fifty five to go.

Guest Post – Dried Salted Pig’s Liver, Radishes, and Boiled Eggs by Patrick Ganey

Welcome to the eleventh guest post!  I’m letting anyone who wants to show off an offal dish submit a post with pictures.  Want to show everyone that tails can be terrific?  Are you cheeky for beef cheeks?  Let me know and we’ll post your hard work here.  This guest post comes from Patrick Ganey, and it originally showed up on his website Duck Fat and Politics.

I was drawn to this recipe by its extraordinary creativity.  Fergus Henderson’s The Whole Beast has a handful of recipes that cry out to be made and eaten. In all my cooking I had never seen a dried, salted pig’s liver, and I had to try it.

The drying and curing process wasn’t very different than that of making pancetta or another cured meat, but its deep red color was a vivid reminder of liver’s organ status.  The liver has been hanging in my basement for around a month, and with my brother-in-law visiting from Toronto and tender young arugula in the garden, tonight was a perfect time to make the salad.  Some of my unpicked beets from last fall overwintered well, and their new leaves were also gathered.  I hard boiled eggs from the backyard and sliced the radishes, coating the whole salad with a mild vinaigrette.

The liver, when cut through on the diagonal, was a deep, ruby red, dense, firm, and glossy.  I never expected the texture to be so beautiful.  I sauteed the liver slices in a bit of olive oil and splashed the pan with balsamic vinegar, and as soon as it was reduced  I scooped the slices onto each salad, drizzling the remaining reduction on the greens.

Chewy but with give, meltingly rich, the liver was fantastic; my kids gobbled up slices and asked for more.  Against the snap of radishes, the spare bite of vibrant arugula, and the creaminess of backyard eggs, the liver had such deep flavor that I could barely compare its taste to other dishes.  Unlike a liver pate, the dried liver concentrated its flavor with a wonderfully clean profile; the flavor didn’t expand across my palate; rather, it sunk into my taste buds, penetrating the greens of the salad with a shocking earthiness – the meat equivalent of my beloved, earthborn beets.

The cross-cut profile of the liver glistened like chocolate, and I’m wondering how to eat the rest of it.  Fergus Henderson’s salad is wonderful, and I’m sure to make it again.  I also think thin shavings of liver could be used to add flavor and body to many dishes.

Thanks Patrick!

Tom’s Cherry Trifle

For this recipe I leave you in the capable hands of Tom, a man of many talents who has served St. John’s well, in and out of the kitchen!

The individual recipe components should ideally be made the day before the pudding is to be served.  Also, this trifle doesn’t really work when done as one large bowlful because, unlike my mother’s, the fruit isn’t set in a jelly but in a thick compote and so remains a little runny.

This update is a long one, but before I get into the details, here is an amazing video of April Bloomfield demonstrating how to break down a whole pig.  Thanks to David Shaw for the heads up!

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I was incredibly lucky to have Trish, a co-worker and friend staying at my house to help me with this recipe.  She and her boyfriend Jared decided to check out Austin on their short vacation, and we were more than happy to let them stay with us as they explored the city.  In return, Trish’s volunteered baking abilities helped shore up my lackluster skills for this recipe.  With the needed ingredients on hand, we started.

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First, we needed to make the custard part of the recipe.  Milk, heavy cream, and the scrapings from this vanilla bean were placed in a pot and brought up to a boil.  Not wanting to waste any of the amazing flavor housed inside the bean, I placed the two empty halves into the pot as well.

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Meanwhile, Trish started working on seperating some eggs for their yolks…

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…and whisked them together with some caster sugar until we had a smooth mixture.

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When the vanilla bean infused dairy finally reached a boil, we poured it over the eggs and began whisking furiously to keep the eggs from scrambling.  After a few minutes, we had a perfectly blended custard.

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Back into the pot, we let the custard sit over a low heat, stirring constantly.  I was looking for the back of my spoon to be coated with the custard when it hit me: we had just made a crème anglaise!  Reading every post on Mr. Rhulman’s blog sure helps me identify techniques and methods that aren’t mentioned in, “The Cookbook”, and this was just another example.  As a matter of fact, here’s a link to Rhulman’s post on how to make your own crème anglaise, which you really should read.  I’ll explain why later.

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While I watched the “custard” thicken, Trish had moved on to making the trifle sponges.  Half a dozen egg yolks were placed in a mixing bowl with more caster sugar and beat until the eggs were light and fluffy.

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The leftover whites were handed over to my standing mixer, who whipped them into soft peaks. Slowly, I added caster sugar until the mixer had incorporated all of it.

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All the while, I kept my eyes on the crème anglaise to make sure that it didn’t curdle. As soon as it was able to coat the back of a spoon, I removed it from the burner and set it aside to cool.

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With the yolks taken care of and the whites at the mercy of the mixer, Trish moved on to the dry part of the sponges by sifting together some all purpose flour and cornstarch. Due to my lack of baking knowledge, I’m not sure why cornstarch was called for. I know to use it as a thickener for sauces and stews in a pinch (I prefer arrowroot, actually), but that’s it. If any experienced baker would care to enlighten me, I’d appreciate it.

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Finally, we were ready to combine everything. By folding the ingredients carefully while forming the dough for the sponge cake, we ensured that the egg white foam didn’t lose its structure.

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Carefully, we spread the mixture out on a silpat laden half sheet pan…

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…and dusted it with confectioners sugar.

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The pan went into a medium hot oven for a while to rise and set. That gave us a chance to start work on the cherry compote.

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These cherries were frozen, which is okay in my book. Sure, I’d like to work with nothing but the freshest and highest of quality for everything, but fruits and veggies that are bought frozen are usually processed and flash-frozen close to the time of harvest, so they retain their nutrients and flavor quite well. Sometimes better than fresh! A quick defrost under cold running water, and they were ready to use.

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In another pot I started a simple syrup, heating it until the soft ball stage of candy making was reached. The soft ball stage is a dense, uncolored syrup where large bubbles can sustain themselves for a little while. A fourth of the dark cherries were added to the syrup, along with a little lemon juice. I dropped the heat, and let the cherries stew a while to get nice and soft.

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Once the cherries were finished, they and the syrup went into the blender to be purèed. The purèe joined its whole brothers to steep and cool down.

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By this time, the sponge cake had finished baking. You can see here that it cracked a little after we removed it from the oven, but it didn’t matter too much, as the sponge was going to be covered in the final dish.

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The crème anglaise had cooled enough as well, so I quickly ran it through a strainer to ensure that no stray little curdles found their way into the dessert.

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Finally! With all of the component completed, we could assemble the trifle. Again, I’d like to point out how grateful I was to have Trish in the kitchen with me. I’d have probably spread making this dessert out over two or three days, but together we were able to tackle it in just one night. Many hands, light work.

In the bottom of four bowls we placed the cherry compote mixture, and covered it with a layer of diced sponge that had been soaked in Marsala wine. After letting the wine soak in for a few minutes, we pressed the sponge down and poured some of the crème anglaise on top. The bowls were covered and placed in the fridge overnight.

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30 minutes before serving, the bowls were taken out of the fridge to warm up slightly. That’s when I found out that I had forgotten to slam the bowls on the counter to remove any air trapped by the custard. There were lots of unsightly little bubbles formed on the skin of the dessert. As I started to berate myself, I realized that I could just slightly massage the crème anglaise to remove the bubbles. One minute later, and no bubbles remained.

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At the end of the recipe, they suggest that we spoon a little crème fraîche on top and sprinkle some toasted almond slivers if we wanted to be utterly sinful. As the picture can attest, we were bad. Really, really bad.

I had wanted to take a picture of a spoonful of the finished product, but there is no good way to make trifle attractive to the camera. It’s just too messy. What I can do is tell you about how it tasted.

There have been two things I’ve eaten in my life that later on, I dreamed about while asleep. The first was a dish my wife ordered at Incanto a few years back, corzetti with trotters, foie gras, dates, and breadcrumbs. Everything we had that night was excellent, but that dish still haunts my dreams. Now it has a a friend.

Firstly, the crème anglaise was just a slap in the face. Why haven’t I had this before? Hell, why haven’t I made this before? Rich, vanillaie (is that a word?), and not overly sweet, I can understand why people are so passionate about the proper method to make crème anglaise. It’s awesome, awesome, awesome. If you didn’t go check out the link I had above to Mr. Rhulman’s thoughts on this dessert powerhouse, please go check it out when you get the chance. It’s not something you’d want to eat every day because it’s little more than fat and sugar, but I’m going to go out of my way to introduce it to as many people as I can. I’m on a crusade.

Now that we’re past the custard, the sponge had a lovely cherry and Marsala flavor, and it gave the dessert structure that it really needed. The cherries were perfectly sour and acidic, evening out the richness and sweetness of the crème anglaise. Also of note were the toasted almonds. Rather than be a suggestion, I’d say that they were paramount to the success of this dessert. They added a necessary crunchy texture, the slivers breaking into shards which slightly poked you in the mouth as you chewed.

A lot of work went into making this recipe, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t worth it. Tom, thank you very, very much.  Trish, thank you again for helping me make something so wonderful.

One down, fifty six to go.