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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Family Treasures: Wood Bowls and Cabbage Rolls

A family recipe . . . 

"The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart."
--Anonymous

The tree itself was nothing remarkable - a tall box elder (Acer negundo) just inside our yard that blocked enough of the sun so that the grass underneath sprouted only in timid patches here and there. Its canopy also shaded our neighbors' evergreen saplings, which were neatly arrayed along the edge of their property but whose stunted little forms testified to their futile struggle for a bit of sunlight. The decision to cut down the obstruction was easy and in the end, everyone - people and flora - seemed happier.

The remnants of that hapless box elder, whose only transgression was being a big tree in an inconvenient spot, might have been consigned to the fire pit, the wood pile or the chipper. But where most of us saw a nuisance, my father-in-law saw possibility; what we wanted to discard, he wanted to save and revive. So he poked through the pile of chain-sawed wood, picking up a portion of trunk here, inspecting a length of branch there, and took away a few promising pieces to bring back home to his woodshop. A few months later, Dad presented us with this beautiful hand-turned bowl.

. . . and a treasured gift

From a nondescript tree considered by many botanists as an 'invasive species' and for whose living form none of us had any appreciation, came a lovingly-crafted memento. Stripping it of its grayish-brown bark and carefully working the soft, cream-colored wood underneath, Dad had found the beauty that lay hidden from our eyes. With patience and skill, he transformed the knots, scars and unsightly blemishes on a homely piece of wood into natural ornamentation on an object of art.

Over decades, Dad has honed his skills in detailed woodworking, creating lovely bowls, platters and candlesticks, but he's also built furniture, fashioned the cabinets in my mother-in-law's kitchen, and single-handedly constructed the master bedroom and sunroom additions to the family home. He is an incredibly adept craftsman who finds elegance in humble raw materials. 

Dad's handicraft in walnut (l) and cherry (r) woods

In recent years, Dad has turned that propensity toward another activity: cooking. He'll be the first to admit that his repertoire is small but he devotes as much attention to detail at the stove as he does at the lathe. And just as he coaxes complexity from the simplicity of wood, he enjoys creating deep flavors from recipes that others might consider 'plain'. From a loaf of whole wheat bread to a hearty beef and barley soup, Dad prepares food with simple ingredients that allow natural tastes to create their own flourish, just as natural imperfections in the wood create the decorative details in his bowls. These qualities are exemplified in what the family considers his signature dish - sarma

A traditional Eastern European recipe of cabbage rolls made from minced beef, pork and ham mixed with rice and simmered in sauerkraut, sarma holds a special place in my father-in-law's memories. "It used to be made at gatherings at my grandmother's house . . . usually on holiday occasions - Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter," he told me, reminiscing about this taste of the old country brought by his Croatian grandparents when they immigrated to America nearly a century ago. After they passed away, his Aunt Mary took over the traditional meal and in time, she handed on the recipe. "When Mom and I got married, she had written her favorite recipes in longhand in a book and presented that as a gift. She had beautiful, perfect handwriting," he recalled affectionately.

"An idealist is one who, on noticing a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup." -- H.L. Mencken

For many recipes handed down through generations, different ingredients and changing technologies can alter a dish, and yet the sarma that Dad makes today is virtually the same as it was when served by his grandmother. "The only adjustment I made was to double it - there never seems to be enough of them!" he joked. Although Dad still cooks it mainly in the wintertime, he doesn't wait until a holiday to enjoy it. Instead, he regards its preparation as a special time in itself. "When I'm making it, I tend to lose myself in thought," he said. "It's not because I remember making it as a child but now as an adult I realize what it took to put it together . .  it's not a real quick [recipe]."

Dad has done his utmost to pass his love of sarma to his children and for the most part, he's been successful. We wait in hungry anticipation when he and Mom bring a pot during their visits,and we're lured by the promise of a batch when we come down to them. Each of the kids has Aunt Mary's recipe and I was fortunate enough to learn firsthand from Dad, who showed me the proper way to wilt the cabbage leaves and wrap the rolls. However, I have yet to learn the most integral part of the recipe: diligence.

As Dad describes the dish, I understand why these cabbage rolls appeal to him: each step requires patience, attention and precision - qualities he holds in abundance from his woodworking. Cooking sarma is "not grabbing this and that," he explained. "There's a method in combining it." Too much filling and the cabbage leaf won't close; boiled too long and the rolls might fall apart. But done unhurriedly, the end result is just as lovely-looking as his wood creations and infinitely better-tasting.

Listening to my father-in-law talking about this cherished family recipe, I realize what a true and constant gift of heritage it has been, first from a young couple who left their home country far behind and long ago, and then from a beloved aunt to her nephew and his new bride. Now, the gift is given once again, from a father and artisan to his children, in the hopes of bestowing a bond of family history, an appreciation for simplicity and the ability to find treasures where only the heart can see them.

Sarma (Stuffed Cabbage Rolls)
If you're still in the throes of winter, as we are here in Minnesota, this dish will envelope you in warmth and comfort. The following is the original family recipe as handed down from Mary Veronica Cepuran. Although I've made this recipe before, the photographs shown here are of Dad's recent preparation. 

Dobar tek! [Enjoy your meal!]


Yields ≈ 8 rolls

Ingredients:

1 large head of cabbage
1/2 lb ground beef
1/2 lb ground pork
1/2 lb ground ham [for a different texture, also may be chopped or diced in small pieces]
1/2 cup uncooked rice, divided into 3 portions
1 Tbsp salt, divided into 3 tsps
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 (≈ 32 oz) can or jar of prepared sauerkraut

Optional: 
1 small can of tomato juice [added by Aunt Mary to the original recipe]**
potatoes, cubed or quartered

**Note: For this particular preparation, Dad had no tomato juice so instead used a can of stewed tomatoes, explaining the bits you see in the pictures. He also added some leftover ham slices - waste not, want not!

To make:

1. Fill a large pot with water about 2/3 full - enough to submerge the cabbage head without overflowing - and bring to a boil. In the meantime, completely cut out cabbage core, allowing for easier removal of wilted leaves;

2. Wilt the cabbage by submerging the whole head in the boiling water until leaves are softened and easily come off. Remove the cabbage head, reserving the water used, and set aside;
3. In a large bowl, pat down ground beef to cover the bottom; sprinkle 1 portion of rice, 1 tsp salt and pepper evenly on top;
4. Repeat layering with ground pork and ham, and remaining rice, salt and pepper;
5. Mix all ingredients by hand until meats and seasonings are well-combined. Add more seasoning if desired;

6. Separate wilted cabbage leaves. Put about 2 Tablespoons of meat mixture on each leaf and wrap tightly, tucking the ends inside. Use toothpicks to hold them closed;
7. In a large stock or deep pot, cover the bottom with prepared sauerkraut, reserving some to cover the top of the cabbage rolls;
8. Place the rolls in layers inside the pot and cover with remaining sauerkraut. Leftover cabbage leaves may be cut up and added as well;

9. Add reserved water from Steps 1-2 plus more, if needed, until the rolls are just covered. [Optional: substitute tomato juice for some of the water and add cubed or quartered small potatoes if there is enough room on top. Otherwise, prepare potatoes separately and serve with sarma later].
10. Cook slowly for approximately 1.5 to 2 hours on low heat. At most, it should simmer but never boil!
11. When done, serve hot with potatoes or rye bread.


Friday, February 20, 2009

Eating Your Words - A Challenge

A little blurred but you get the idea

If what we eat reveals who we are, then it might as well be spelled out clearly! So pump up those creative juices, head into the kitchen and let your food do the talking.

Savor the Thyme and I invite you to think outside the bread box and utilize fruits, vegetables, noodles, milk, coffee or just about any food or beverage to spell out a message. The prize? The admiration of millions and a chance to flaunt your creativity throughout the food blogosphere.

The details:

1. 'Write or spell' using food or drink and create a blog post about it from now (the date of this post) until midnight on Friday, March 6th. Any previous blog posts you already have where you've created a 'written'-inspired dish or drink will be accepted.

2. Blog about your creation, including photos, and add a link back to Savor the Thyme (http://savorthethyme.blogspot.com) and Tangled Noodle (http://tanglednoodle.blogspot.com).

3. Send an e-mail titled 'Eating Your Words' to eatingyourwords09@cox.net with the following information:
  • Your name
  • The name of your blog
  • The name of your dish or drink
  • Your food blog name and the link to your entry, including pictures, by midnight March 6, 2009
You can still participate even if you don't have a blog at all. Simply e-mail the above information minus the blog details and we'll include it in the round up.

4. Please keep it clean! Appropriate humor is always welcome.

Happy creating!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A Sweet Sunday Thank You


A 'thanks'-cake for Spryte

With earnest apologies to fellow blogger Spryte for being so tardy, I am finally acknowledging the double awards she so generously bestowed on me several weeks ago. Fortunately, there's no deadline on how long a recipient can be remiss in showing her appreciation for her peer's thoughtfulness before the recognition is yanked for gross ingratitude. So without further delay, I dedicate my Sunday breakfast pancake to Spryte, with a late but very sincere 'thanks' - backward 'S' and all!

For those who have yet to visit her, Spryte's Place is a veritable haven of homecooking, from classic Coq au Vin to tender Kalua Pua'a (pulled pork) to Nana's Whoopie Pies. A blog that can offer everything from French cuisine to Hawai'ian luau to chocolate-and-marshmallow heaven is a site worth visiting again and again. I hope that you'll stop by and check out Spryte's delicious creations for yourself!


I'm deeply flattered to have received these awards, which were accompanied by guidelines - chiefly, that the recipient will pass them to 10 other noteworthy blogs. At the risk of disqualifying myself, I would like instead to extend them to all of you who devote such effort and creativity to your own sites and yet have taken the time to visit and support mine. 

I will be updating my space to reflect the many wonderful blogs that deserve recognition for offering delectable recipes, beautiful photography, thoughtful insight and opinions, and constant inspiration. Most of these were found as I meandered through the food blogosphere, clicking on interesting links that led to another, then another and another . . .  So please visit the sites already on my front page and on the ever-growing list of blogs I follow. I hope that they will lead you to discover new foods, new techniques, and new friends!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Crouching Tiger, Cooking Dolphin


Pasta con Sarde Puttanesca

I begin this post with a belated yet heartfelt 'thank you' to Manang Kusinera who passed the Lemonade Award to me several weeks ago. Her blog, Kusina ni Manang, features an array of excellent recipes, especially Filipino, as well as great slideshow tutorials to help novices like myself navigate more intricate techniques. I was particularly honored by her recognition because Manang (older sister in Ilocano, a Filipino language) is incredibly accomplished in the kitchen - cooking, baking and canning/preserving are all second nature to her.

Come to think of it, such talent seems to come naturally to so many of my fellow food bloggers. Post after post, I've come across the most fantastic dishes springing effortlessly from creative minds and skilled hands, and often created sans recipe. As I admire these beautifully crafted plates, I can't help but wonder: why can't I toss together a dish like that with such ease? The answer is all too sad and terribly true.

You see, I am an inveterate recipe reader, a captive of the cookbook. I can't function competently in the kitchen without having precise ingredients, exact measurements and to-the-second cooking times. Like a neurotic kindergartener, I need boundaries and parameters to keep me focused and it's been that way since, well, kindergarten. I was that kid who not only colored inside the lines, I actually re-traced them first to ensure total compliance. 'Inside the box' is my happy place, 'by the cookbook' is my mantra.

This reliance on structure is deeply ingrained in me, crowding out any free-spirited creativity that seems inherent in most talented cuisiniers. But I yearn for the culinary nonchalance that many of you possess - the ability to begin with a random assemblage of ingredients and end with a gourmet presentation. Is there any hope that I can learn to cook with such confident abandon or is it the luck of the genetic draw, a trait passed down on a molecular level to only a charmed and fortunate few? Is cookery a gift of nature or a product of nurture?

A recent tidbit of scientific news tips the scale in one direction:

Canberra (Reuters) - Dolphins are the chefs of the seas, having been seen going through precise and elaborate preparations to rid cuttlefish [related to octopus and squid] of ink and bone to produce a soft meal of calamari, Australian scientists say.

"It's a sign of how well their brains are developed. It's a pretty clever way to get pure calamari without all the horrible bits," Mark Norman, the curator of mollusks at Museum Victoria and a research team member, told the Canberra Times newspaper.
Aside from wondering how one goes about becoming a curator of mollusks, my reaction to the news that Flipper is a better chef than me was to curse the Fates. If opposable thumbs, a subscription to Cooking Light and a set of All-Clad pans do not a good cook make, what chance do I have? In the gameshow of life, I'm the losing contestant on Are You Smarter Than a Marine Mammal? 


It shouldn't be this way: if cooking is indeed instinctive and inheritable, then I certainly had a promising start with my mother, a masterful cook. And yet, instead of a lovely little cassoulet of DNA from which my sisters and I should have received equal portions, my parents produced a buffet of single-serve genetic traits. Eldest sister M received prime rib - the juicy ability to cook with enviable ease; to second sister L went the beauty of dessert while baby sis P picked up the creative artistry of a fusion dish. Me? I got the peas and carrots - an affinity for reading and writing - the kind of stuff you ate only because your mom made you. At least I'm smart, right? Just not as smart as a dolphin. 

If it's all about having a natural gift for cookery, then I probably shouldn't aspire to more than being a very competent recipe follower. But what if it isn't? I found a glimmer of hope in a recent post, Wedding Balls, by the intrepid doggybloggy of Chez What? who wrote:

"By now you have figured out how I cook - no recipes. I know basically what goes into a dish and then I improvise based on what I have on hand. I have been reading cookbooks since 1973 so I have a lot in the old memory banks."

The first part seems to confirm the whole natural skills thing but it's the last sentence that really perked me up. Could it be that some accomplished cooks like doggybloggy have simply been at it longer than I, that their culinary expertise is the result of years of dedicated practice and knowledge acquisition, and not predestination? K. Anders Ericsson, professor of psychology at Florida State University and a world-renowned 'expert on expertise', seems to think so. His research on expert performance and deliberate practice has found that presumably innate abilities actually take a lot of hard work. The gold standard is golf champion Tiger Woods, who undoubtedly possesses natural skill but whose legendary training regimen from childhood and iron discipline through adulthood underpin his awesome achievements. As Dr. Ericsson explained in a Fast Company article:

"With the exception of some sports, no characteristics of the brain or body constrains an individual from reaching an expert level . . . Elite performers engage in what we call 'deliberate practice' - an effortful activity designed to improve individual target performance."

He also noted in a CNN/Fortune story that such 'elite performers' practice daily for years on end, which goes a long way toward explaining not only Tiger's success but also that of super-bloggers (you know who you are!) who post a new dish practically every day, as the less-gifted of us clutch our whisks in envy. But if Dr. Ericsson is correct and it is possible to reach such a level of cooking skills with diligent study and practice, then there is hope for me yet. After all, I've been perusing cookbooks, recipe cards and food magazines for years - some of that must have rubbed off on my thought processes - and I've ramped up my cooking from just occasionally to several days of the week.

I decided to test myself against this hypothesis and see if I've retained enough knowledge from all of my recipe reading to keep the cookbook closed and cook on the fly. I took stock of pantry and fridge, and chose my fare: a can of sardines in tomato sauce (unopened but unlikely to be eaten soon), a half pound of linguine, a jar of olives and some leftover mushrooms from Pizza Night. Keeping in mind another key element to better performance, I employed a mental imagery of my final dish and imagined how the ingredients would come together in delicious harmony. I visualized . . . and visualized . . . 

. . . and visualized myself right into booting up the laptop and Googling for a recipe. In the end, I was defeated by lingering self-doubt about my skills and the fear that I would literally make an inedible hash of it, thereby wasting perfectly good (for the time being) food and leaving Mr. Noodle hungry for the night. Until I learn how to quit you, cookbook, I need a recipe like a junkie needs methadone.

Still, I give myself a tiny fraction of credit for knowing enough to recognize that the above ingredients were complementary and for having adequate skill to produce, with a bit of guidance, a lovely little meal. While I fell short of effortless culinary artistry this time, I won't give up; I'll continue to read recipes and practice my techniques until I achieve the state of expertise I so admire in others. And on that day, I'll show those dolphins who's cooking.

Which kind of cook are you: Dolphin (nature) or Tiger (nurture)?

Linguine con Sarde Puttanesca
I found a recipe for pasta con sarde on RecipeZaar.com; at the same time, I recalled the wonderful puttanesca sauce my mother made during her visit last summer. Although I was missing key ingredients to make true versions of either sauces (no fennel for con sarde or anchovies for puttanesca), I had enough to merge them, both in form and name, resulting in a rich, savory taste and a surprising texture from the breadcrumb topping. And so, I give you Linguine con Sarde Puttanesca, which loosely translates into "pasta made with slutty sardines". Or something like that.


Serves 4
(Since I was trying to use up opened ingredients, I only had enough for 2 servings. The following is for a full recipe for 4)

1/4 cup plus 3 Tbsp extra-virgin olive oil
8 cloves garlic, chopped
1 1/2 cups bread crumbs
1/2 cup flat-leaf parsley, chopped
Coarse salt and black pepper
2 medium shallots, sliced
1 cup plum or campari tomatoes, coarsely chopped
2 (4 oz) tins of sardines in tomato sauce
1/2 - 3/4 cup olives, pitted and halved
1 - 2 cups baby bella mushrooms, sliced
1 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
1 1/2 cups dry white wine
1 lb linguine, cooked to al dente

To make:
1. In a large skillet preheated to medium, add 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil and chopped garlic;
2. When garlic begins to sizzle, add breadcrumbs and stir until a deep golden color;
3. Add parsley and salt & pepper to taste; transfer mixture to a dish and set aside.
4. Return skillet to medium heat and add 3 Tbsps of olive oil; sauté shallots until golden;
5. Add sliced mushrooms and sauté until they start to soften;
6. Add tomatoes and cook until tomatoes soften and begin to break down;
7. Add sardines, stirring to break them up; olives and red pepper flakes;
8. Add wine and stir mixture well; bring to a gentle simmer for about 5 minutes;
9. Remove from heat. At this point, you may add the bread crumbs to the pan, tossing to thoroughly combine, and serve over linguine OR spoon the sauce over the linguine first, then top with breadcrumb mix.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

On Marital Bliss and Ritual Pizza



A slice of happiness

Just a few weeks after our wedding, Mr. Noodle and I faced the first serious test of our fledgling marriage: who would run the kitchen? Like presidential foes, we each felt better qualified than the other to be the Cook-in-Chief - me, by virtue of being my mother's kitchen understudy and he, by dint of a few years of self-sufficient bachelorhood. Lines were drawn across the linoleum and a few tense moments flared when neither of us would relinquish the spatula. In the end, I emerged triumphant, backed by a slightly larger repertoire of dishes and the power of socially prescribed gender roles. 

As the victor, I assumed full control of food preparation, including all of our meal choices. Given our limited financial resources from my job as a library clerk and his as a graduate teaching assistant, those choices often depended on my ability to create a dish using an egg, one limp scallion and a packet of Nissin Top Ramen noodles. As for my husband, he wasn't completely persona non grata in the kitchen; after all, I needed someone to open jars and reach high shelves. That was the extent of his culinary participation until the day he made a seemingly simple yet ultimately fateful suggestion: to incorporate his favorite frozen pizza into our dinner rotation. 

Fifteen years later, I can honestly say that we owe a large part of our still-happy union to the resulting ritual: Pizza Night Thursdays. It wasn't a conscious effort - stocking our freezer with Tombstone's Original Supreme Pizza provided a budget-friendly meal which we both enjoyed immensely. If there were a deeper meaning to our choice, it might have been as a symbolic break from the food control exercised by our parents (i.e. we were finally adults who could eat whatever we wanted). 

Pizza Night was born out of convenience with Thursday as the chosen day because, well, it was a jumpstart to the weekend. On these evenings, we each have our roles - I pop the pie in the oven and get the plates ready; when it's done, Mr. Noodle takes it out and wields the pizza cutter as I hover anxiously by his elbow to see if the portions are equal. Then, after he slides two slices onto the plates I'm holding, I close my eyes and tell him to take the biggest pieces. Repeat once a week, indefinitely.

Why has it lasted so long, this innocuous little ritual? At some indeterminate point, Pizza Night Thursdays became so much more than just an easy weekly dinner. 

In my last post, Of Sunday Mass and Family Meals, I noted how sharing restaurant meals with my parents and siblings was actually a first step toward individuality and independence from the family unit. In this case, establishing new eating habits with my husband served to bring me back into a commensal group, albeit a very small one. In a 2002 report, "Proper Meals in Transition: Young Married Couples on the Nature of Eating Together" (Appetite 39: 193-206), researchers D.W. Marshall and A.S. Anderson observed:
"[T]he idea of eating properly [defined in the study as consuming a hot, cooked meal in the company of one's partner] continues to exist as a metaphor for family life, signifying the departure from single status . . . [P]articipation at the evening meal plays a central role for many of these couples in the creation and formation of their own family unit and their identity as a couple."


A properly delicious meal

Eating together undoubtedly creates strong bonds between people but apparently, so does cooking together. In recent year, anecdotal surveys have shown that most couples who shared time in the kitchen described their relationships as 'excellent' and reported feeling more playful, relaxed and conversational. An added bonus: cooking was second only to a massage as a prelude to a kiss and so much more, making the kitchen the hottest room in the house. 

Although it's a stretch to call it cooking, Pizza Night Thursdays has been our shared kitchen time and I can attest to the positive effects revealed by the surveys. But even more, our weekly ritual has proven to be a comforting constant in our lives as we've changed homes and jobs, said goodbye to old friends and made new ones, celebrated births and grieved deaths in the family, and wondered how the years could have passed so quickly. Each Thursday, we're reminded that in the midst of even the most tumultuous changes, some things will always remain soothingly the same. As I watch my husband enjoy his pizza, I look past the little dab of sauce at the corner of his mouth where the laugh lines are deeper now, and the glint of silver showing through the gold-brown strands at his temples, and I see the handsome young man who, in his fearless youth, agreed to share a life and a kitchen with me.


Almost Homemade Pizza



Although Tombstone Original Supreme is still our mainstay for Pizza Night Thursdays, we occasionally like to mix things up by putting together a semi-homemade pizza using a fully baked Rustic Crust, found at Whole Foods Market. 
  • Brush the top with olive oil, place on a pizza stone or pan, and heat in a 350 degree (F) oven for about 10 minutes;
  • Remove, add some pizza sauce (check out this homemade recipe from Delicious Meliscious) and your choice of toppings; 
  • Return to oven, increasing the temperature to 400 degrees, and bake until cheese is melted, bubbling and beginning to brown, about 10-15 minutes;
  • Slice and serve.
Note: Noodle Family ritual steps optional. 

Try some of our personal favorites:

Salame e Funghi



- Fresh mozzarella
- Baby portabella mushrooms
- Italian salame, such as sopressata
- Fresh or dried basil and oregano, or Italian seasonings such as Penzey's Tuscan Sunset




Ham and Blue


- Fresh mozzarella
- Thinly sliced ham (even better: prosciutto)
- Crumbled gorgonzola cheese
- Diced yellow bell peppers
- Baby portabella mushrooms
- Fresh or dried herbs, or Italian seasoning