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May 7th, 2010

Asparagus and Sausage Strata

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I live out in rural New Jersey. Did you guys know that? Probably, since I blab about it all the time.

I want to start talking more about where I live, and the food I eat, out here along the Delaware River. Especially now, and in the coming months, when I eat like a privileged locavore instead of surviving on root vegetables, hot-house lettuce, and canned goods, as I do during those frigid winter months.

Spring in western New Jersey is a fantastic thing. The weather wobbles around for a while — chilly one day, sweltering the next — then, snap, it’s totally spring. The farms start producing and the markets open up. In April and May, there’s asparagus and spinach, and lots of it. Once the month of May rolls on we start to see peas, and finally, strawberries, and then it’s on.

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I wonder if everyone who lives here takes advantage of all the local food in spring, summer, and fall. I hope so, but I doubt it. I bet too many people are going to the Whole Foods or the Trader Joe’s to pick up their weekly groceries. I understand why they do it: supermarkets are easier. Everything is there, categorized. Everything looks good.

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The problem, though, is that nothing tastes good. Okay, that may be an overstatement. But only slightly. Unless you buy your produce from local farms with talented farmers, where you can pick up your fruit and vegetables just hours after they’ve been picked (or pick them yourself), you can’t really understand why the beautiful, organic, local strawberries from Whole Foods just aren’t very that good. Maybe it’s the bone-chilling temperatures of those stores; maybe it’s the large quantities a farm must have to harvest in order to supply a supermarket. Whatever the cause, a strawberry from one of our local farms — Manoff, or Solebury, or Terhune Orchards — is so much better than what you can buy in the Whole Foods, it’s not even a comparison.

However, I do understand that it’s not always easy to shop at small farms, and that for me — of all people — to talk smack about people going to Whole Foods would be ridiculous. I work part-time; I have 3-day weekends, every weekend; the Saturday and Sunday farmers market is right across the street from my house. If you wanted to roll your eyes and tell me to try juggling a full-time job, two kids, and a hungry husband and then see if I can eat local all summer long, you’d have a point.

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But I also don’t make much money. Jim, who has a schedule similar to mine, doesn’t either. Since I quit my full-time job over a year ago, I’ve learned to pinch pennies. I buy clothes from consignment shops, I cut my own bangs, and I’ve been known to cruise yard sales at sundown, when people will give stuff away if you’ll just take it off their damn lawn already.

I also know how to cook cheap meals with high-quality ingredients. I know where to get eggs from someone’s backyard chickens for $2.00 a dozen. I know where to find the best blueberries — for $5.00 a quart (less if you pick your own) — as well as unbelievably thick and creamy local heavy cream for cheaper than you’d find at ShopRite. I know when things come into season, and which farms have what.
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So I hope it won’t be too boring for those of you who don’t live nearby if I talk more on this blog about local food, where it comes from, and how much it costs. I hope it might actually be fun, getting to know me better through this information. Kinda like anthropology class, only tastier. Ideally, I hope to be able to provide some help to those of you nearby who don’t have the time to figure out where the best produce is, or when it’s coming into season here, or how to use it. I know it ain’t easy, and I’ve spent a good long time trying to figure it all out. It’s time to start sharing.

But enough of that. Let’s talk strata. The asparagus at None Such Farm market is knobbly and woodsy and comes in all sizes. It’s hard to find a whole bunch of perfect, pencil thin ones, but the gorgeous shade of purple makes up for that. Baked in a strata, you needn’t have uniformly sized asparagus anyway, since you chop them into 2-inch pieces before sautéing them and then baking in the oven for an hour.
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Strata is like the genius love-child of bread pudding and frittata. You add more eggs in a strata than you would in a bread pudding, so the result is less milky and custardy, more eggy. That eggy flavor totally makes me feel healthier too, even though there’s a hell of a lot of cheese and cream in there. And egg yolks in large quantities aren’t all that healthy, I guess, but they are a part of the good old American breakfast. You see, it doesn’t take much to convince me to eat cream.

Mother’s Day brunch would be pretty pleasant with a slice of this strata on each plate, especially with a mimosa on the side. Just remember, if you’re cooking for Mom, you do the dishes.

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Asparagus and Sausage Strata

Printable Recipe

recipe adapted from Bon Appetit, June 2009

I used lamb and ramp sausage from Jamie Hollander’s in New Hope, which aren’t cheap. They are delicious though, and wonderfully spring.

Serves 8-10

6 large eggs

2 1/2 cups whole milk
1 cup sliced green onions
1 cup sliced shallot
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup finely grated Romano cheese
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 pound mild sausages, casings removed
1 bunch asparagus, trimmed and large stalks peeled, cut into 2-inch pieces
1 1-pound loaf rustic French bread, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
2 cups (loosely packed) coarsely grated Gruyere cheese

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Butter 13×9×2-inch ceramic or glass baking dish. Whisk first 7 ingredients in large bowl; sprinkle generously with pepper. Set aside.

Place sausage in large nonstick skillet; push to 1 side. Add asparagus pieces and sauté over high heat, breaking up sausage with fork, until sausage is cooked through and asparagus are brown in spots, about 7 minutes.

Arrange half of bread slices in prepared dish. Pour half of egg mixture over. Sprinkle with half of cheese, then half of sausage and asparagus mixture. Repeat layering. Let stand 20 minutes, occasionally pressing on bread to submerge. Bake strata until puffed and brown, about 1 hour. Cool slightly and serve.

June 11th, 2009

Tava (Cypriot baked lamb and potatoes with cumin and tomatoes).

I had a birthday yesterday.  My 25th.  It went by quickly; I was in a haze all day from the black sea bass with syrah sauce that I had at Daniel the night before.  A swooning, satiated haze. Daniel has recently been redecorated; the white, Greco-Romanish dining room is enough to make you woozy and the 15th anniversary three course with wine pairing event (offered weekdays from 5:30 to 6:30) will without-doubt knock you off your feet.  If you can go, go.  And email me to tell me all about it, please. And order the black sea bass with leek royale and chived potatoes. And don’t worry if it makes you teary-eyed with happiness; I totally understand.  But this has nothing to do with lamb tava, which has nothing to do with my birthday since I made this a few weeks ago, but I just reached a quarter century, and I think that’s worth mentioning, no?

So on to the lamb tava.  The recipe is from Tessa Kiros’ Falling Cloudberries, a deliciously gorgeous book that was featured in Gourmet’s Cookbook Club a month or so ago.  Gourmet called it a memoir, though it’s nothing like the other food memoirs that I love.  There’s not much in the way of food writing; Kiros’ life is revealed through the recipes.  I’ve spent hours reading recipes from all the places that Kiros has lived, or visited, and been inspired by, beginning with Scandinavia and ending with a mélange of worldly dishes from her traveling.

The food is simple but polished—the kind of recipe that seems like it was passed down by generation upon generation of wise old grandmothers, tweaked but never messed with, resulting in the most perfect milk tart, dilled pickles, or lemon-vanilla jam.  They aren’t recipes that you need to follow to the tee, but you’d benefit it you did.

This tava (tava refers to both a kind of round griddle—not used by me here—and a kind of cooking) features lamb chuck (the recession-friendly lamb), whole cumin seeds, and oven-roasted tomatoes (as well as red onion, crispy potatoes, and butter).  It’s easy to put together, you just layer everything in a roasting pan, and once you cook for a few hours the result is a heady combination—very savory, buttery, and scented.  The cumin seeds offer up all their flavor, mixing into the potatoes.  The lamb is tender and falling apart and it also flavors everything else (this is why you shouldn’t substitute another meat for lamb, its mild goatey flavor is important.)

It’s probably the most interesting one-pot meal I’ve ever made; one to serve to guests, maybe with a dressed butter lettuce salad on the side, a glass of wine, and some good music.  We’ve had this a few times now and I’m never disappointed, even if the potatoes don’t crisp up as well as the last try, or if the lamb is not cooked perfectly; it’s one of those if you mess up it’s still good dishes, and who doesn’t need a few of those up her sleeve?

Tava (Cypriot Baked Lamb and Potatoes with Cumin and Tomatoes)

adapted from Falling Cloudberries

2 red onions, chopped roughly
2lb 12 oz new potatoes, quartered
2lb 4oz lamb, cut into chunks
4 tablespoons flat-leaf parsley, chopped
3 teaspoons cumin seeds, lightly crushed
1/2 cup olive oil
4-5 ripe tomatoes, sliced
2-3 tablespoons butter

Preheat oven to 350F.  Put the onion, potatoes, and lamb in a large roasting pan or baking dish.  Season (generously) with salt and pepper, then add parsley, cumin and olive oil.  Using your hands, mix everything up well.  Place the sliced tomatoes on top of mixture, season lightly with salt and pepper, and then dot with butter.  Pour about a 1/2 cup of water around the edge of the pan.  Cover tightly with foil and bake for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, tilting every once in a while to distribute the juices.

Remove the foil and increase the oven temperature to 400F.  Cook for another 45 minutes or longer, until the tomatoes and potatoes are golden browned and the liquid has all but evaporated.  This is delicious served hot or at room temperature.

August 17th, 2007

Lamb & Risotto (and a cute picture of my cat!)

Yesterday morning I got a nice surprise from the news website called Salon.com—Jim’s book was reviewed in a headline article! A very thoughtful article about drug-use in America, Jim’s review came after one on the history of crystal meth. The author had very positive praise about LDJ, despite how despairing and depressing the book actually is (don’t worry—he has a happy, well-fed life now!) So, it goes without saying, we had to celebrate.

Two recipes from the latest Bon Appetit caught my eye recently, but I’d been too busy to cook a good meal most nights. Jim’s article made the perfect excuse to drop everything for the night and cook, and Risottto with Leeks and Mushrooms and Gordon Ramsey’s Rack of Lamb made the menu.

I never fell in with the Gordon Ramsey-bonanza, but I must say I’m intrigued by his food. I mean, it’s got to be good for him to get away with being such a cad, right? And while I don’t see myself spending a bahgillion dollars eating at the London anytime soon, cooking one of his dishes is the next best thing.

The issue featured his Cheese and Herb Crusted Rack of Lamb, which touted such ingredients as fresh mint, thyme, and parsley, and lots of parmesan cheese. The lamb also called for English Mustard, and I didn’t know this meant Coleman’s until 5 minutes ago when I googled it (Bon Appetite, god damn you, explain yourself!) so I bought the hottest mustard I could find (wasn’t very hot) and added horseradish to the recipe. The result was delicious—tangy and pungent. The pungency, however, was nicely offset by the mint and parsley that was minced up with the breadcrumbs and cheese, making up the topping on the lamb. The cool flat taste of mint shined, my favorite element in the dish. I’m pretty excited to remake this recipe using Coleman’s, too.

The risotto though, I had my problems with. I thought the combination of lots of butter, white truffle oil, and leeks created a taste that was too full-bodied. When onion vegetables are cooked in fat, they tend to produce a strong, sulphuric taste—a taste I love, though not, I think, in combination with truffle oil. The white onion stood up to the butter and oil, holding some of it’s onion-pungency, and it was the best taste out of the dish. The leeks, however, became very sulphuric in combination with the truffle oil and butter, a taste that, to me, reminds me of battery acid. That said, no, I don’t drink battery acid often, but I do acutely remember being about 8 and putting a battery, about to go bad and burst, into my mouth (a dare of course) and then having this clinging, skin-on-your-tongue and, roof-of-the-mouth overwhelming taste in my mouth. But I guess, analyzing myself now, I’m probably the only nut out there (save for the other nuts who suck batteries) who wouldn’t like this flavor.

Jim, on the other hand, raved about the risotto, calling me insane for my disappointment. After all, I made this dinner as a celebration for him, right? (Yeah, right.)

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