Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Cookin' Up a Storm

I've been focused on cooking, writing and my Facebook page, Nice Jewish Girl Meets Viking Stove (have you noticed a trend here?) and totally neglected you, my poor blog. Please forgive. I'll make it up to you.....

Lots of interesting dishes cooked and spices discovered. I've had a beautiful tagine sitting in my kitchen cabinet for years, and always been afraid to use it. Now with an electric glass stovetop (yes, unfortunately my Viking Stove is electric...love the oven, hate the cooktop?) I suspected I couldn't use it "aboveboard" so I decided to use it in the oven.

I AM SO HAPPY!!!!I LOVE MY TAGINE!!!!! I've been experimenting around, and have made chicken tagine with dried fruits (raisins, dates) and a bit of date syrup, with onions and sweet potatoes. FAB. I also made a salmon fillet tagine with sliced potatoes, onions, garlic and spices. Big shout out to Cousin Adam ( merci!) for the encouragement and for bringing me back beautiful, fragrant and potent hand-ground spices from Morocco which have been incorporated into these tagines and so many other dishes.

I've discovered advieh, a Persian spice mixture I've used on chicken. I like to coat my chicken lightly with olive oil, and then sprinkle and rub the spice mixture. You can use it on meat as well. Here's how to make it at home:

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
Mix together and keep in an airtight container.
More on other spice adventure soon - I promise!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Wow, How Did that Happen?

Somehow, despite an incredible amount of cooking and puttering around in my kitchen (and other people's kitchens, too), I've neglected my blog. How has it been since Pesah???? I'm sorry. But I do have lots of new ideas and recipes to share over the next few weeks.

Tonight, a quick and easy fish recipe. It just seems we've been eating so much chicken (and in P's case, some brisket along the way) that we were going to start clucking. Tonight, finally, some fish.

Butterflied Brook Trout Fillets with Fresh Ginger and Lime

Let me say this at the outset.

I don't like for the fish to eyeball me back. I don't like to know the fish once had a head or eyeballs or cheeks or whatever. It's my little way of disassociating from the fact the fish was once alive and swimming somewhere. So even if I buy a fish that has a head in the store, I coax the fishmonger (oh, the simple pleasure of using that word) into separating my fishy friend from his or her noggin. 

I purchased the Ichabod Crane-like fish (get it? Headless? Ok, that's my last mention of it.). Let's start that again. I bought a beautiful piece of butterflied Brook Trout to roast at a high temperature in- wait for it - Nice Jewish Girl's Viking Oven. I generally roast fish at about 405 Fahrenheit using the convection phase of my oven for two reasons: one, if I cook it in the oven, it doesn't make the apartment smell like fish for days, and two, a blast of really hot heat allows me to cook it for less time, guaranteeing a more moist fish fillet.

3/4 lb butterflied brook trout (fed 2 adults)
1 inch piece of fresh ginger, peeled
1 small lime
several small dabs of unsalted butter
salt and pepper

Preheat the oven to 405 F.  Spray a pan with cooking spray. Place the fillet skin-side down in the pan, and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Cut half the lime into wedges and squeeze over the fish. Using a ginger grater, grate the 1 inch piece of ginger, scraping the small fibers and seasoning the fish evenly. You may also drizzle the ginger juice created when you grated it over the fish. Place very small dabs of unsalted butter over the fillet. Slice the remaining lime into thin fans or circles and place over the fish. Cook 7-10 minutes.

We loved it.

It was fresh and light and not chicken. I'd try this with any thin white fillet or even something thicker like halibut or haddock. Just adjust the cooking time - the general rule of thumb is 10 minutes per 1 inch of fish thickness.




Friday, March 29, 2013

It's Pesah! Let's eat! (Again)

On Pesah, like so many Jewish cooks, I become a kosher Automat. Breakfast: sure. Matza Brie. All sorts of spreads and cheeses. Lunch: Yeah, I got that. Dinner: Oh, it must be 15 minutes at least since I've cooked. let me just whip up another 3 or 4 course meal filled with wonder.

Food, food, food. I shop for it, try to find places to store it, trim it, pack it, season it, cook it, arrange it.

Here are the culinary highlights so far:

  • Greek Chicken with lemon, olive and garlic
  • Roasted cauliflower steak over quinoa with sauteed onions and mushrooms
  • Beef kufte meatballs with sweet tomato sauce, over zucchini ribbon "pasta"
  • Artichokes, carrots and olives in lemon sauce
And, I had my first cooking gig through kitchensurfing.org! I prepared 3 entrees for a seder for 11.

Let's see what the rest of the holiday brings. I'll try to post photos later.

Hag sameach! Moadim L'Simha! A Zissen Pesah!

Let's eat!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Grieving, with Food

Our beloved Aunt Debbie, the one with the laughing eyes and infectious giggle, the hug that smooshed into you, the keeper of Sefardi tradition and family recipes, died this past Shabbat. We are all feeling somewhat lost and very sad. We spent many Pesah sedarim and Rosh Hashana dinners at her table, always filled with Greek and Turkish goodies appropriate to the season and holiday.

The minute you walked into her kitchen for Pesah, you were treated to what my husband always called "booms": bumuelos, delicious little nuggets of matza and apple, deep fried and sweetened with honey. The seder, conducted these last few years by Uncle Joe and  Perry, featured a whiny Sefardi mnemonic that helps to keep the place in the long ritual, began with the seder plate carried by Debbie, and later, by her daughter-in-law Karla, to insure everyone's wish for the next year would come true. 

The haroset was spectacular and unmatchable. We always left with a little jar for the rest of the week, to be spread on matza, served as a side dish or used as a dip for raw vegetables. 

In the last few years, Debbie asked me to take over making the prassa, or leek-potato latkes. I tried and tried, but I never thought mine were anywhere near as good as hers. Last year she told me they were pretty close, and all I had to do was make them a little smaller and thicker. That's high praise from someone who made them her whole life, first at Grandma Jennie's side, and then as the accomplished cook she became.

I didn't know what to do with myself Saturday night. We were so sad and had spent much of the day crying and reminiscing. So I went to my kitchen and made a big pot of soup. That was a little of my grieving, with food.I'll cry more preparing in just a few weeks for this Pesah. 

But I'll remember to make the prassa a little smaller, and a little thicker. Thanks for everything, Aunt Debbie.We'll love you forever.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Cross-Cultural Chicken Soup

Who doesn't love a bowl of steaming soup on a cold day? Today I realized I hadn't made the chicken soup I had promised College Girl all winter break...not good. I knew I had to squeeze it in before she leaves for school, and today was the perfect day for it.

But nicejewish girl has a few tricks up her sleeve...

For starters, I'm not a traditionalist when it comes to chicken soup. I usually -as I did tonight - opt for making it in a pressure cooker (GASP!) rather than the standard large pot cooking on the stove for hours version.  I  know lots of folks are terrified of pressure cookers, but I find them really handy.And that's saying something once I tell you that a previous pressure cooker did explode and I had chicken soup all over my cabinets and counters. Not ideal. But newer pressure cookers have much better locking mechanisms and safety features and I am now fearless. Why do I prefer the pressure cooker method? Because I sometimes procrastinate and box myself into a corner time-wise and using the pressure cooker lets me go from start to finish in about an hour...including prep time.

And there's another good reason for using the pressure cooker. You know that scuzzy stuff that forms at the top when you're cooking the soup in that big open pot? That grayish, yucky stuff you need to skim off repeatedly in the first 45 minutes of cooking? Yep, you don't have to deal with that when you use a pressure cooker. Even though I have invested in a really good stainless steel strainer.

And brace yourself. I'm gonna tell you that I use some unusual spices and condiments in my Cross-Cultural Chicken Soup.


I use HAWAIJ Arabic: خاواييج‎, Hebrew: חו׳יג׳ . Here's what it looks like:

You should smell it. Really. It's heavenly. Hawaij is a Yemenite spice blend. The one I use is for soup, and contains cumin, tumeric, black pepper, cloves and cardamon. 

And once the soup is served, I like to add a teeny-tiny amount of SCHUG 
Yemeni Arabic: سحوق saḥawaqHebrewסחוג s'khug.   Think of it as Middle Eastern hot sauce. Really hot sauce. Really clean-out-your-sinuses-and-knock-you-into-New-Jersey hot.
Here's what it looks like:




Ok kids, let's get on to the recipe:

Cross-Cultural Chicken Soup


3 chicken drumsticks and 4 chicken thighs, or 3 chicken quarters of legs and thighs
1  medium onion, chopped
1-2 large carrots, peeled and sliced in 12" rounds
2 stalks of celery, leaves removed
2 parsnips, peeled and sliced in 1" chunks
Fresh dill
2 tsp hawaij
Salt to taste

Clean and prep the chicken, cutting off excess fat. Place chicken pieces at the bottom of pressure cooker. Add cut vegetables, hawaiij and salt. Add 8 cups of cool water.

Close pressure cooker lid tightly and place pressure regulator on top of lid. Cook on high heat until the pressure indicator rises. Lower heat but be sure that the pressure indicator remains raised. Cook for 30 minutes. Remove pot from heat and open the pressure regulator on top to let the steam escape and the internal pressure to reduce. Once this has happened, carefully unlock the lid and smell your gorgeous soup!

I usually make fine noodles, rice, or frozen Pelminyi (Russian chicken kreplach) to serve with the soup. Ladle your pasta of choice, then add the soup. You can put the schug on the table with a teeny tiny demitasse spoon so that no one is tempted to use too much.

Enjoy!











Monday, December 10, 2012

Latke Heresy!







If there's one traditional Jewish food people get crazed about more than matza balls, it must be latkes. Oy, the way my (fill in the blank) used to make latkes! 

Don't get me wrong. I like latkes. I just don't love making them. My idea of Chanuka Heaven would be 8 nights of invitations to the homes of the best cooks I know. But that never happens, because of the home-based nature of the holiday itself and the fact that so many of the 8 nights are school/work nights.

So I know that sooner or later, my number comes up: time to make the latkes. I make it my business to state firmly and frequently that I'll make latkes twice during Chanuka. 

Tonight was Night #1. And I'll admit the Latke Heresies upfront. I use a food processor to shred and then chop the potatoes. And this year I added a new heresy, by way of a suggestion on another kosher cooking blog (h/t to The Shiksa in the Kitchen). Sit down. I'll bring you a glass of cold water. I added about 1/3 cup of fine panko bread crumbs. I did. I just threw them into the potato-onion-egg goodness and mixed them in. And you know what? The latkes were crispy delicious on the outside and fully cooked yummy firm to the bite on the inside, perfectly seasoned.

And there's not a single one left. So there!


Heretical Latkes

This recipes serves 3-4

4-5 medium Yukon Gold or yellow potatoes, peeled and cut into small pieces for the food processor chute
1 medium onion
2 eggs, beaten
1/3 cup fine panko bread crumbs
salt and pepper to taste
canola oil

Using the shredder blade of the food processor, shred the potatoes and put in a large bowl to sit for 10 minutes. This will allow much of the potato starch liquid to drain to the bottom of the bowl. After 10 minutes, take half of the shredded potatoes and using the chopping blade of the food processor, pulse and chop twice. Add the chopped potatoes back to the bowl with shredded potatoes.

Cut the onion into small pieces and run through the food processor using the shredder blade. If there are onion pieces which do not shred, chop them finely with a knife and add the onion to the potatoes.

Put the bowl in your sink, and begin to drain the liquid from the potatoes by taking small portions of the potato-onion mix and wrapping them in a sheet of paper towels. Wring and let the liquid go down the sink drain. Remove the drier mixture to a new large bowl.

Add two beaten eggs to the potato-onion mixture, then the 1/3 cup of panko bread crumbs. Add salt and pepper to taste and mix well.

Heat two frying pans with 1 inch or more of canola oil to cover the bottom of each pan. Once a drop of water bounces around the surface, begin frying the latkes. Shape them in a large spoon and drop gently into the hot oil. 

As the latkes cook, preheat the oven to 250 degrees fahrenheit. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper and as the latkes are done, place on sheet and keep warm in oven. 

Serve with sour cream, yogurt, or applesauce, or anything else your heart desires.



Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Ay-yay-yay! Mamacita Benita's Chicken Tortilla Soup

I eat only poultry, so I periodically find my fridge full of chicken and turkey of various persuasions and flavors - roasted, grilled, lonely "geboilta" soup chicken - and I feel prodded into repurposing the poultry into something yummy and filling. Is this starting to sound like a crazy version of "Chopped!" yet?

This week's enticing leftover: grilled Mexican chicken cutlets. Not enough for a meal, too much to dispose of without major guilt. You know what I mean?

Have I mentioned that I'd rather eat soup than any other food, except maybe ice cream? So clearly, I went ISO a soup recipe....and discovered something for you, my hot and spicy amigos y amigas: MAMACITA BENITA'S CHICKEN TORTILLA SOUP!!!!!

If you're not a hot and spicy aficionado, I forgive you. I don't understand you, but I love you anyway. You may be excused to go get a bowl of ice cream now.

Time: 30 minutes
Yield: 6 bowls of soup

Ingredients

1 tbs olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, sliced thinly
1 chipotle in adobe sauce, minced ****
1 tbs chili powder
6 cups of chicken broth (homemade, canned or Manischewitz-in-the-box)
1 cup frozen corn kernels, thawed
2 small ripe tomatoes, chopped
1 cup shredded or cubed cooked chicken or turkey
1/4 cup freshly squeezed lime juice (yes, fresh makes a difference. 2 limes!)
1 cup canned black beans, rinsed

Tortilla strips or chips and avocado slices or chunks for garnish

Preparation

1. Heat the oil in a medium-sized saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion, garlic, chipotle and chili powder. Cook until onion softens, about 5 minutes.

2. Add the chicken broth and bring mixture to boil. Reduce heat and simmer uncovered for 10 minutes.

3. Add the corn and cook for 5 minutes.

4. Stir in tomatoes, chicken, lime juice, and black beans. Cook for an additional 6-8 minutes.

5. Divide into bowls and garnish as desired.

I TOLD YOU THIS IS SPICY!!!! You can add additional avocado, an extra shpritz of lime or some cooked grains (rice or couscous) to cool it down a bit.


****Chipotle peppers give sweet heat. You can find them in small cans in the Hispanic foods section of your grocery. Adobo sauce is what they are packed in. Remove one pepper with the sauce clinging to it, and mince finely.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

What to do with leftover challah?

Around this time of year, I often find myself with more leftover challah than the French Toast Monster wants to handle. Oh, I know I can make fresh breadcrumbs...whatever they are, and whatever in the world you really use them for. But staring at that hulk of eggy goodness really gets to me after a while.

This year, I've started making Challah Kugel... which is actually a slightly Jewish-sounding name for Bread Pudding. But I've jazzed it up and made it slightly more modern (not to mention kid-friendly) by adding cinnamon chips and chocolate chips, too. My next try will be with peanut butter chips, and I'm eyeing a bag of butterscotch chips for a future kugel! Nice as a dessert or even a brunch treat!

Challah Kugel A La NiceJewishGirl

12 ounces or more of leftover challah (I've used  both plain and raisin)
1 cup orange juice or apple juice (I may try this soon with either Triple Sec or Marsala)
4 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup sugar or honey
3 Tbs vegetable oil
1 tsp vanilla
1 scant tsp ground cinnamon (optional)
1/2 cup chocolate chips (your choice: pareve or dairy)
1/2 cup cinnamon chips (these are dairy)

Preheat oven to 350. (NOTE: I use the convection bake function of my oven. Your results may differ.)

Slice off crust from challah, and tear bread into small chunks or shreds into a large bowl.
Pour the juice over bread chunks and let soak until soft and liquid is absorbed.

Add eggs, honey or sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon to the challah mixture. Add chips, if using, and distribute throughout mixture.

Spray or oil a bundt or tube pan. Add the challah mixture. Place the bundt pan in a 9x13 baking pan filled with 1 inch of water.

Bake at 350 degrees for 45-50 minutes.









Sunday, October 7, 2012

Matza Balls: Make 'Em From Scratch!!!!



Catching up on Cooking

Well, the non-stop marathon of holiday cooking is nearly at an end. Friday night was a portable picnic: a walk across the boulevard to the shul sukkah with friends, toting an Asian themed shabbat dinner: teriyaki chicken, pan-fried Hong Kong noodles and stirfried veggies. No soup for us! And Saturday early evening, a lovely seudah shlishit with numerous friends "en sukkah" with a lovely dairy meal. Many thanks!

Now maybe I can clear my head and focus on some new recipes. On board: chicken tagine with dried apricots, accompanied by fruited and nutt-ed couscous. Also, a fall favorite, roasted chicken with braeburn apples and rosemary.

In the meantime, I'll be posting videos as they're completed. Look for Making Matza Balls!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Corn glorious corn chowdah

Oh to hear the food pundits you'd swear there's no good fresh corn to be had this summer.  Maybe it's because I grew up on Long Island, where beautiful bicolor summer corn is a tradition, but I can't imagine slogging through the hot months of July and August without a few good ears of corn gracing my table.

One of my best childhood memories was being sent to the front stoop with a bag of unshucked corn and a section of the newspaper (NYTimes of course!) to lop off the greens and silk before the ears were thrown in a huge stockpot of boiling water. That first bite of crisp sweet corn...eating across the rows like a typewriter...ah, summer!

A pre-Shabbat trip to Fairway netted 6 beautiful ears of bicolor corn just begging to be eaten. Today I woke up craving some kind of fresh corn chowder and knew I had to accomplish this task before the day was over.

So here's my take on a simple, quick Corn Glorious Corn Chowdah:

1 onion
3 celery stalks
2 medium carrot, peeled
2 medium Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled
1 tbs unsalted butter
1 tbs EVOO
2 medium cloves of garlic
3/4 tsp dried dillweed, or 2 tbs fresh dill
1 tsp sea salt
Freshly ground pepper to taste
4 cups of vegetable stock
2 1/2 cups freshly cut corn (ok, so if you have to cheat, thawed frozen kernels)
3/4 cup 1% milk

Chop onion, celery and carrot. (I used the food processor and the chopping blade) Heat the butter and oil over medium heat in a large stockpot. Add the onion/celery/carrot mixture and cook until soft, 3-4 minutes. Chop 2 garlic cloves and add to mixture, and stir frequently, and cook for another 3 minutes. Season with salt, peppers and dill. Peel and cube the potatoes and add to pot and stir. Add the vegetable stock and bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce heat to simmer. Allow to cook until the potatoes are just tender, not mushy. Add the corn kernels and continue to cook for 6-8 minutes.

Using an immersion blender (I LOVE THIS), blender or food processor to puree the mixture until fairly smooth.Add the milk and heat through. DO NOT BOIL!!!

Enjoy in a big bowl with crusty bread and garlic butter, and dream of summer.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Charcuterie? Not for me, but....

Here's an interesting article from The Forward about kosher charcuterie. As a poultry-only eater, I don't really have an opinion...and having never eaten "the real thing" I guess I'm not missing it, either.

What do you think????

The Kosher Cure

Reinventing the Meaty Jewish Charcuterie Tradition

More Than Deli: The charcuterie board at the Prime Grill borrows from French tradition.
DANIEL KRIEGER
More Than Deli: The charcuterie board at the Prime Grill borrows from French tradition.

By Devra Ferst

Published July 18, 2012, issue of July 27, 2012.
Holding a thinly sliced piece of prosciutto between two of her fingers, Marina, my Italian host mother, declared, “Dai, provalo!” Come on, try it!
It was my first night living in Italy for a semester abroad, and I arrived as a kosher-keeping vegetarian. I hadn’t eaten any meat, let alone pork, for nearly four years, and staring me in the face was an eager Italian woman holding out a slice of cured hog.
In that moment, I took a leap of faith. I figured that the phrase “When in Rome…” seemed particularly apt, even if I was living in a small town several hours north of the capital.
The prosciutto was supple and salty with a hint of sweetness. It practically melted on my tongue as the fatty edges left a lingering silken feeling in my mouth.
As I ate the meat, I felt — like so many other modern American Jews who have struggled with kashrut observance — guilty and seduced by one of the kitchen’s most profoundly intense flavors.
Successfully imitating the flavor and texture of cured pork is ironically the Holy Grail of many a kosher chef. There are enough stories of chefs trying to make kosher bacon taste like pork bacon to fill a book (or two, or three). But, until recently, few kosher chefs explored what I experienced in Italy — the world of salumi, known more commonly by its French name, charcuterie.
The word charcuterie roughly translates as “cooked meat.” Curing meat to preserve it is a culinary tradition that is as old as the Roman Empire. French cooks and butchers transformed the custom from necessity to delicacy. Customarily, charcuterie includes numerous varieties of cured pork — like air-dried sausages and prosciutto — as well as pâtes and bresaola (an air-dried salted preparation of beef). The meats are often served thinly sliced with only the simplest accompaniments — bread and sometimes mustard, cheese, cornichons or olives.
Today, innovative chefs like David Kolotkin at Manhattan restaurant The Prime Grill, who added a charcuterie board to his menu eight months ago, are trying to create a kosher equivalent of the carnivore’s delight. Kolotkin explained: “I’m always trying to give my clientele flavors they can’t have.” And he does a good (though very salty) job of that.
Kolotkin’s 12-inch-wide wooden cutting board is artfully topped with house-made meats like air-dried salami, spicy pepperoni and beef bresaola that are sliced so thin they appear shaved. A rich veal country-style pâte, a small ramekin of whole grain mustard, a few gherkins and spicy cherry peppers and a basket of grilled bread round out the traditional presentation.
Jose Meirelles, chef and owner of Manhattan’s Le Marais, who long ago added a kosher charcuterie board to his menu to mimic the one he offered at his old non-kosher French restaurant, Les Halles, echoed Kolotkin’s desire to make the flavors of charcuterie accessible to kosher diners.
Other chefs see charcuterie differently. “As a chef I don’t think it’s my job to trick someone,” Chef Chaim Davids told me in a telephone interview from Jerusalem. When Davids opened the now-shuttered Bay Area restaurant The Kitchen Table in 2009, he dubbed a platter of cured meats like Tuscan salume and maple-cured lamb breast a “koshuterie plate.” Instead of trying to mimic the flavor of pork, Davids celebrated the flavors of the meats he could use. As a chef who came to religion later in life, Davids told me: God created the flavors as they are and “your job as a chef is to not screw it up.”
Perhaps no chef of a kosher restaurant is as intimately familiar with the flavor of pork as Michael Solomonov, who will open the kosher restaurant Citron and Rose outside of Philadelphia later this summer. Solmonov, chef of the acclaimed Israeli restaurant Zahav is also the owner of Percy Street Barbeque — whose menu includes a country ham plate, along with pork cheeks, belly and ribs. (Because Solomonov owns a non-kosher restaurant, he will technically “consult,” and not own, Citron and Rose in order to stay with in line with kosher restrictions.)
Citron and Rose’s team will be “experimenting with different kosher salamis and sausages, air-cured loins of beef, duck and goose. And probably some plays on chicken liver,” he told me in April.
Despite Solomonov’s experience with the hog, he won’t be looking to recreate its flavor. Rather, he is working as part chef and part culinary preservationist looking to revive disappearing recipes and customs of Jewish charcuterie from Europe.
On a recent research trip to Jewish restaurants and butcher shops in Budapest and Paris, Solomonov sampled goose breast prepared like bresaola in a private home. In Paris at a Jewish charcuterie shop in the Marais neighborhood, he snacked on cured veal breast and at another stop sampled luscious chopped liver topped with a balsamic gelée. These dishes and others will inspire his menu at Citron and Rose.
When I spoke with Jewish food historian and writer Joan Nathan about Jewish charcuterie she explained that Italian and French Jews developed their own traditions of kosher charcuterie, substituting goose, duck and at times beef for pork. Jews who moved to Alsace between the World Wars created a particularly rich tradition of cured meats. In “Quiches, Kugels and Couscous,” Nathan’s most recent cookbook on French Jewish cuisine, she quotes the 1929 book “Gastronomie Juive”: “Enter a Russian or Alsatian Jewish pastry-charcuterie shop and see beautiful beef tongues, pink and velvety smoked meat or pickelfleisch veined with yellow fat, preserved goose breasts… salamis and pyramids of sausages.”
Throughout Europe, Jews developed their own traditions of cured meat. And, while deli has reigned supreme in the arena of Jewish cured meats in America, that wasn’t the case as recently as a century ago, according to David Sax, author of “Save the Deli.” When waves of Jewish immigrants arrived in the 1880s and ’90s they brought with them numerous types of smoked and cured meats from different homelands. “The German meats were different from the Polish meats and so on,” explained Sax. But things changed: “It was all about quantity and scale. Cured goose and duck… gave way to beef because it was more plentiful here.” Both the deli and the communities’ tastes evolved.
Sax went on to say that the difference between deli and charcuterie is like the “difference between erotica and pornography: You know it when you see it.”
Chef Mark Spangenthal, of Kutsher’s Tribeca, a contemporary Jewish restaurant in Manhattan, has created a savory bridge between the two curing traditions, perfectly suited for the forward-thinking American Jewish diner. His “deli charcuterie” platter includes house-cured beef and duck pastrami, smoked veal tongue and spicy salami that arrive thickly, though carefully, sliced on a wooden board. “We treat it like charcuterie, but it’s delicatessen meats,” he said.
The flavor of these Jewish charcuteries may be different than what I tried that night in Italy, but when done well, they are just as luscious, profoundly full of flavor and seductive as a mouthful of that prosciutto — only without the guilt. So now I say to you, “Dai, provalo!”
Devra Ferst is the Food Editor of the Forward. Contact her at ferst@forward.com and on twitter @devraferst




Friday, July 6, 2012

Sort-Of Persian Squash

So it's shaping up to be another unbearably hot weekend, one likely to be spent in air-conditioned splendor hiding from the projected 99-degree day tomorrow.

What could be better than being a guest for Shabbat dinner this evening? NOTHING!!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you, nice neighbors (and you know who you are, dahlings) for the wonderful invitation. And to top it off, we're having fish and yummy sides and salads.

Peeking into the way-back machine known as my refrigerator, I spied a package of cubed butternut squash SCREAMING to be roasted and brought with tonight. 

Here's what I plan to do in the half-hour before we walk upstairs: 

                          ***Toss the squash in a drizzle of EVOO, and lightly salt and pepper.
                          ***Add a small handful of chopped scallions.
                          ***Spread on a parchment-lined cookie sheet and roast at 350  for 12-15                           
                                minutes until soft.
     
                               

And here's where the Sort-Of Persian comes in, my little skeptics. I'm removing the roasted squash to a nice bowl, drizzling it with honey, adding 1/3 cup shelled unsalted pistachios that I will toast in a frying pan just until the fragrance comes up, and 1/3 cup dried cranberries. 

Have you figured out that the Sort-Of is because I added the cranberries? I don't think they're native to Persian cooking, but who can resist the beautiful color and tart taste?

Happy eating! Shabbat Shalom!



Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The scene of the crime

 Here's a snapshot of Viking Stove. Just imagine the Nice Jewish Girl.
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Oh Matza Brie, Oh Matza Brie



It's that egg thing again! Some like it hot. Some like it room temperature. Some like it scrambled, others prefer pancake-like. Some like it sweet, others like it savory.

This morning, I was bored. BORED. BORED. BORED with matza brie. I knew I had to (pardon the expression) scramble things up.

So, I opened the cabinets and pulled out dried cranberries and pecan halves and klp vanilla. Then I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the aforementioned eggs, a teeny weenie tiny amount of 2% milk, and my trusty quart carton of egg whites.I ran 2 1/2 boards of matza under warmish water and crumbled the chunks into a large bowl, adding 4 eggs, 1/3 cup of liquid egg whites (equivalent to 2 eggs' worth), a splash of milk, a dash of vanilla and quick-quick-quick across to Viking Stove.

I scrambled things around in a frying pan shpritzed with vegetable oil spray until the matza-egg concoction was softly set, then scattered a generous handful of the dried cranberries and pecans. A few more turns of the spatula and VOILA - a yummy, filling, invented breakfast.

So my advice to you is open your cabinet and see what can shake things up!

Great Article on Italian Jewish Cooking

Thought I'd share this great article from The Huffington Post:



Fabio Parasecoli Associate professor and coordinator of food studies, New School - NYC

Italian Jewish Food: Between the Global and the Local
Posted: 04/11/2012 3:02 pm

A few years ago, I decided to celebrate a Jewish friend's birthday by cooking a special meal: the whole menu was composed of Italian Jewish recipes. I was just beginning to discover the ethnic and regional varieties of the American food mosaic, but I was already aware that the Jewish specialties of New York City are quite different from the Jewish culinary traditions I know from my native city of Rome. Before moving here, I had never heard of bagels, lox, or knish, let alone gefilte fish. I thought it would be a nice surprise for my friend -- born and raised in Brooklyn -- to be exposed to something totally different.

I made caponata, an eggplant and pepper, sweet-and sour relish that probably originated in Sicily in the Middle ages, when the island was a Muslim province; Mantuan-style squash tortelli with a sage sauce (I must admit I bought those, as I did not have the time to make them from scratch); and baccalà alla livornese, a salt cod stew in tomato sauce from the Tuscan port town of Livorno. No desserts, as I can't bake to save my life.

Although not a Jew -- or a cook -- myself, I was raised in Rome and worked there for a food magazine. It was virtually impossible to overlook the Jewish community's contribution to Roman menus, with dishes such as carciofi alla giudia (artichokes deep-fried in olive oil), anchovies with curly endive, and the fantastic desserts -- above all the ricotta and sour cherry pie -- that I could buy two blocks away from my office in Portico d'Ottavia. This area is the heart of the old Jewish neighborhood, a previous ghetto.

Ghettos -- the first arising in a Jewish neighborhood of Venice in the fourteenth century -- were abolished only after the Italian unification in the 1870, when Jews were given citizenship and civil rights. Until then, each community had developed its own foodways, based on their provenance, their past, and the surroundings in which they lived. As such, Venetian Jews cooked and ate differently from the ones in Turin, in Livorno, and in Rome, each enjoying foods that were the result of centuries of movement, displacement, negotiations, and survival.

The Jewish Sicilian community that had thrived under the Muslims, for instance, was forced to abandon the island in 1492 after it became a Spanish dominion and the kings of Madrid decided to expel all the Jews from their territories. As they took refuge among communities in other Italian states, they quickly spread the techniques and ingredients they had borrowed from the Muslims, including eggplants, spinach, and sugar. It seems that the Jews were also among the first to experiment with new crops coming from the Americas, like squashes and peppers, which the rest of the population considered too lowly or strange.

For many American Jews, both of Ashkenazi and Sephardic descent, the culinary habits of the Italian communities are curious and exotic, even if they adhere to the laws of kashrut, the laws of dietary purity. These differences are an intriguing example of the many dynamics that shape food. Jewish dishes and traditions have been able to evolve over time and space precisely because the communities that created them were able to engage in a resourceful dialogue between the local and the global religious requirements and changing environments, even under duress and in exile. A closer look at the brilliance and complexity that resulted should make us think twice about rigid definitions of "authenticity," one of the buzzwords in today's food world. The discovery of the richness and variety of Jewish cuisines in the U.S. and around the world will be the focus of a panel that will take place at The New School in New York City on April 24. Research on these topics is expanding, also because the subject matter is always changing. The living traditions of Jewish cuisines around the world will continue evolving. Let's hope that legitimate and understandable attempts to protect their past will not limit their future.

For more of Fabio Parasecoli's work, visit The New School food blog The Inquisitive Eater.

Hey! Hag Sameach and Happy to Be Back!!!!!

Wow. it seems like forever since I posted here regularly, and I'm happy to be back. I took several months off from blogging (and you know I missed you terribly) following hand surgery in late October followed by 3 months of intensive physical therapy. I'm happy to be back at the keyboard,and even more importantly, delighted to be back at the stove!

And now, it's mid-Pesach. This is the time of the week I start daydreaming about pizza...cupcakes...French bread...Carvel...just about anything that's chametz and has not even one trace of matza meal. I even ran off to the doctor prior to Pesach for an important blood test because I knew these 8 days are chock-full of eggs, eggs and more eggs. More on that in a subsequent posting.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Kafka Soup

Why call this Kafka Soup? Because it keeps METAMORPHoSIZING!!!!

Friday was the second time I made this vegetable, bean and pasta soup.It's a wonderfully simple and quick recipe-under 25 minutes from cutting the first vegetable to the bowl on your table.

The first time I made it, it was yummy-but a little too monochromatic for my taste. So this time, at the last minute, I added a chiffonade (I have been waiting my entire life to use that word in a sentence) of baby spinach.

Tonight, on its third serving, I added chunks of Shabbat's leftover roasted chicken breast and the remaining roasted veggies.And in keeping with today's lazy day, no chiffonade (notice I snuck that word in again?)-I just threw in 2 hands-full of baby spinach. And for tomorrow's lunch, I'm breaking out the Sriacha.

KAFKA SOUP

1 tbs olive oil
1 medium-large onion, diced
2-3 medium carrots, diced
2 celery ribs, diced
6 cups of good quality vegetable stock or broth, or chicken broth
1 can cannelini beans, rinsed well and drained
1/2 cup dried small pasta (orechetti work well)
Salt and pepper to taste

1. Heat olive oil in a large heavy pot until it shimmers. Add onions and cook until translucent and fragrant.

2. Add celery and carrots and cook 4-5 minutes.

3. Add the stock and bring to a boil on high flame. Reduce heat to a high simmer and cook for 10 minutes, until carrots and celery are almost tender.

4. Add the beans and pasta, stir and cook an additional 8-10 minutes until the pasta is tender. Season to taste.

I added the spinach in the last few minutes of cooking. I added the chicken and leftover veggies at the beginning of cooking.

Enjoy!