Sometimes, when I'm cooking, I can taste the food through my
fingertips. I know precisely how many
peppercorns to add to a stock, how many pinches of dry basil to a sauce, to
make it *just right. It feels like
magic, these times. Kitchen magic. It is born of now 27 years in a kitchen, 16
years of cooking meals. I was eleven
when I made my first multi-dish dinner that was timed right, with each dish's
different cooking times juggled against one another. I remember how proud I was. I still take great joy (and pride, it must be
admitted) in cooking elegant, multi-course, multi-dish meals; the sort you have
to have a dinner party for, just to ensure the food all gets eaten. But most nights, we eat what I've come to
call peasant food.
Simple meals, made from the food on hand. Most of mine are inspired by traditional
peasant foods from different regions.
Meals made by hard working people out of the food they have on
hand.
Summertime, and the CSA share, is perfect for peasant
food. Whatever comes home in that canvas
bag from the market pick-up is what will make its way into our bellies that
week. Along with whole grains and
organic or wild protein, from pantry and from freezer. When we get home at 9 or 10 at night, hungry after
teaching class or after the darlin'man's band practice, these simple,
wholesome, quick meals are what I go to.
I'd like to share three recent meals with you.
Con Ouvo
Regular readers will recognize this meal. It is nothing more, nor less, than a variation
on the tried and true – pasta + veggie + egg.
Put an egg on it. It makes
everything so much better.
The other night, I started with the beginning of any
self-respecting Italianate meal: garlic and onion sautéed in olive oil. I chopped up the rest of the carrots and
added them to the pan. I pulled out the
kale and a zucchini. Halfway through
chopping the zucchini, I realized that kale was not the way to go. It joined the bok choy back in the
crisper. Carrots, zucchini, salt,
pepper, basil, thyme. It was cooking
slowly, so I added a bit of stock from the fridge. Braising vegetables is frequently faster than
a sauté if you're going for tender over crunchy. Something was still missing, and as I pulled
out a the bag of snap peas to make the next day's lunch salad, I realized what
it was. In went a dozen or two
peapods.
I pulled the pasta out of the pan with a pasta spoon (you
know the ones that are like an upside down claw? Yeah those ones.) and then poached two eggs
in the stil simmering pasta water. I
just learned to poach eggs and its lovely.
I'll have to look up the research again, to regale your oh-so-fascinated
ears with; but apparently, when one fries an egg, the heating process and the
way the oil interacts with the cooking destroys some of the really beneficial
amino-acids found in eggs. Whereas, soft
boiling or poaching keeps these perfectly balanced omega-3's and omega-6's
intact and ready to nourish your body.
Poaching. Super cool and super
easy.
And the yolk stays nice and gooey so that when you break it
with your fork it mixes with the stock residue and the parmesean cheese you've
grated over your plate for a delicious, nutritious, and protein rich sauce for
your garden veggies.
Borscht
This meal, admittedly took a little more time. And was actually served when friends came
over for dinner. But the beauty of soups
is that after that initial investment of time, they stay good and feed you for two
or three or four (depending on the size of your soup pot and your spouse's
belly) meals. Borscht (whether from beets or sorrel) is a traditional Russian
peasant food. When I was a wee little
one, my parents were friends with a jewish lady whose grandmother who had been
born and raised in Russia. She shared
her family borscht recipe with my mother.
And now, whenever I make borscht, I say a little prayer of thanks to
this Jewish Russian grandmother I never met.
I won't share her recipe per se.
But I will say this. The beauty
of borscht comes from the stock. And
from the beet greens.
Now usually, when I make a pot of borscht, I'm lazy. I rely on my frozen chicken stock, I throw
everything into a pot, and let it boil or slow cook. This time was a little different. I had friends to feed, and one of them was a
friend of a friend I was finally meeting in person after feeling like I've
known her for years. And she happened to
be vegetarian. Which meant my chicken
stock was out the window. I wanted this
soup to shine (I'm proud my cooking, remember?). So I dusted off my vegetable stock making
skills and pulled together a really nice, balanced, complex, and supportive
stock. The nice thing about veggie stock
is that compared to the 40 hours I might boil a chicken carcass to get all the
goodness out of it, veggie stock is done in an hour or so. The other extra step I took was roasting the
beets. I did this the night before,
while the stock simmered, and when I turned off the oven, I just left the beets
in it to be peeled when I made the soup.
It was a little extra work.
It was a little extra time. Some
days I have neither. But Oh! was it
worth it. Roasting sweetens the beets,
and deepens the flavor. Talk to chemist
and you'll hear about the molecular structure of sugar and how it behaves under
heat. Suffice it to say: delicious.
I chopped young onions, sautéed them golden in olive oil
with some basil before adding them to the soup.
I was out of potatoes. I didn’t
want to go to the store. And I figured,
this soup came from peasant folk: it was designed around the foods they had to
hand. So I decided to go with it. I've
never put turnips in borscht before. I
did this time – the young turnips the size of a golf ball, chopped into bites. They're still tender and still sweet at this
size. Chopped carrots. Chopped, peeled, roasted beets. And it wasn’t quite right. So I went to the garden and I gently worked
my fingers under my potato plants. I
pulled out a dozen or so, small new potatoes. A bunch of dried dill (I had none
fresh). When the root veggies were tender, the chopped beet greens and half a
bunch of chopped fresh parsley went in.
The heat of the soup is enough to make them wilt, but not enough to
destroy the fresh vitamin content or over cooked.
Eaten alone it is divine, and even better the next day. Eaten with whey-biscuits (because I was out
of milk... but now I'm not sure I'm ever going back. Cultured buttermilk, here I come) and fresh
saurkraaut, and with sour cream stirred in: it was a meal for celebrating.
Taboulie
Which brings me to tonight.
We came home after class to giant bowl of taboulie waiting in the
fridge. I made it last night. I've already blogged about this meal, the last
time I made it. Chewy cooked
bulgur. Lots of herbs. Scallions.
Olive oil. Lemon juice. Salt and pepper. So simple.
So good.
*Fun fact: Bulgur is high in protein.
It bears repeating because this is the ultimate peasant
food. Cooked grain (of a variety that
stores well and for a long time) with the most hardy sort of vegetable:
herbs. I imagine a peasant woman in the
middle east (the traditional home of this food) going out to her draught ridden
garden. The only plants still green are
the hardy herbs with the pungent smells and thick skins: parsley. maybe thyme. oregano. She picks them, mixes them with cooked grain
and feeds her family.
There are recipes for Tabouleh. The first many times I made it, I followed
them. I don't anymore. I remember my mother buying red onions and
tomatoes specially for making tabouleh.
And its certainly not to be denied that tomatoes in tabouleh are
AMAZING. But to me the beauty of this
meal is the way it uses up those bunches of herbs from the CSA (or the
garden). The ones starting to wilt in the
fridge because you haven't had a chance to string them up to dry, and you haven't
used them yet. You won't find a recipe
for tabouleh that calls for tablespoons of fresh, slightly wilted thyme. But that's precisely what I added. and oregano.
Lots of parsley. and onion.
Mix into bulgur, liberally add olive oil. Some salt and pepper (always!). Add the rest of your nearly-empty bottle of
lemon juice, or if you have a still-mostly full bottle – or lemons! – add
enough to bring the tartness to where you like it. Its good to eat immediately. Its even better the next day. Lunch or dinner. And you're getting the benefit of all these
amazing concentrated phyto-chemicals, trace nutrients, mega-packed chlorophyll,
and other goodness from the herbs!
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