Another Fantastic Meal with the BBQ Pitmaster

November 1, 2016

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Every time I go to dinner at John Markus‘ house, he seems to up the ante.

Sunday night was no exception.  In addition to his own super-fine ‘que, there was Chef Chad Brauze concocting an extraordinary array of dishes.  It was, as everyone agreed, a completely spectacular feast.

It began with Chef Chad’s array of homemade charcuterie (made with mangalitsa pork from Mosefund Farms.) Those pickled carrots were also off the charts.

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Speaking of carrots… these roasted Kyoto Reds were so good I ate half of them before anyone else had discovered how delicious they were

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Slow roasted tomatoes with burrata

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Sweet and sour cauliflower…

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Charred Brussels sprouts with hits of sweet, salt, nut, savory….

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an autumn salad

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John’s unbeatable ribs….

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and his slowly smoked beef

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Because there simply wasn’t enough meat on the table, Chef Chad felt compelled to stuff a cabbage with lamb for this chou farci

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That may seem like a lot, but there were a number of dishes I neglected to photograph. Oysters on the half shell. Beets with goat yogurt. A second salad. By the time we got to dessert I was in such a food fog I forgot to get a shot of the stunning deep dish apple pie and the enormous cheese board.

Happily, I stopped eating long enough to take a shot of this amazing cheese: Chef Chad laced it with white truffles, making a perfect coda to a memorable meal.

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Eating Clouds

October 31, 2016

ruth_spring_937We had a freak snowstorm last week. It seemed to come out of nowhere; one minute it was fall, the next we were in high winter; wind blowing, snow blasting out of the sky and piling up on the roads.

I’d planned a trip to the grocery store, but that was out of the question. The plows weren’t out, the driveway impassible, the roads slippery. Fortunately, I had some oysters sitting in the refrigerator. I’d planned on eating them raw, but now I changed my mind.

Here’s the thing about fried oysters; they’re one of the foods that truly reward the home cook.  Eaten just seconds out of the fryer they give you the sense that you’re eating clouds.  Order them in a restaurant, and in the time it takes to reach your table they lose much of their magic. 

Fried Oysters

Shopping list: 1 pint oysters, 1 pint buttermilk, 2 cups cornmeal

Staples: flour, salt, oil.

You could shuck your own oysters, but unless you’re really an expert that makes the entire process a whole lot harder.  I open my own oysters to eat on the half-shell, but when I’m frying oysters I buy them pre-shucked.

Carefully drain the oysters, and put them in 2 cups of buttermilk for about 10 minutes.

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Line a baking sheet with waxed paper or a silpat pad. Mix 2 cups of cornmeal with 2 cups of flour and a teaspoon of salt.  Pick up each oyster, shake it a bit, allowing the buttermilk to drip off before plunking it into the cornmeal mixture; toss it about so it’s coated on all sides and place it on the lined baking sheet. Do it with the next oyster, and the next….

In a deep pot heat at least 2 inches of oil until it registers 375 on a thermometer. Pick up an oyster, shake it to remove excess breading and plunk it into the oil. Fry for about a minute and a half until just golden, then remove with a slotted spoon and set on paper towels to drain. You should be able to fry 6 to 8 oysters at a time.  Bring oil back to 375 before adding a new batch.

Sprinkle with salt and serve with plenty of fresh lemons.  Some people like tartar sauce or remoulade with their oysters, but I think that masks the delicate flavor.

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Ginger, Apples, Lemon, Pepper – Baked into a Cake

October 26, 2016

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It’s a perfect applesauce day, and the kitchen has been perfumed with the good scent of apples slumping into sauce, sending out little hints of lemon and cinnamon.

With the sauce made, I couldn’t help myself; I used some of it to bake this cake. It’s a good keeper, and will make a find snack over the coming days when the light leaks out of the sky too early, slamming us into night before I’m really ready. Besides, there are days when I’d bake this cake for the pure pleasure of the aroma.

When I was working on My Kitchen Year, I decided to put all the recipes in classic form, just in case the publishers balked at the conversational tone at the last minute.  Happily, they didn’t; I much prefer the relaxed fashion of the recipes in the book. But for those who’d rather have marching orders, here they are.

Applesauce

4-6 apples, peeled and cored

1 teaspoon lemon juice

3 tablespoons water

1 stick of cinnamon

1 teaspoon sugar

Cook the apples with the lemon juice, water, cinnamon stick, and sugar in a medium saucepan, uncovered, until the apples are soft enough to mash with a fork, about 20 minutes. Remove the cinnamon stick and season with more sugar to taste.

Gingered Applesauce Cake Glazed with Caramel

2 eggs

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 1/2 cups applesauce

1 1/2 teaspoons grated fresh ginger

2/3 cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 cups flour

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon finely ground black pepper

2 teaspoons cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon ground cloves

Heat the oven to 350 degrees.

  1. Butter and flour a 12-cup Bundt pan.
  2. Break two eggs into a large bowl. Whisk in the sugar and the brown sugar.  Add the grated ginger and the applesauce.  Whisk in the oil and vanilla and mix until it is smooth.
  3. Whisk the baking soda, salt, pepper, cinnamon and clove into the flour in a small bowl.  Mix this gently into the applesauce mixture.
  4. Pour the batter into a buttered and floured 12-cup bundt pan and bake for about 45 minutes, until it is set. 
  5. Cool the cake for 15 minutes on a rack before turning it out and allowing it to cool.  Make sure the cake is completely cool before glazing it. 

Glaze:

1 cup heavy cream

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 tablespoon light corn syrup

pinch salt

1 teaspoon vanilla.

Put the cream in a small heavy-bottomed pot. Whisk in the sugar, salt and corn syrup and bring to a boil. Turn the heat down to medium and continue to boil for about 15 minutes, whisking every few minutes.

When the the glaze has come together into a smooth, thick caramel remove from heat and stir in the vanilla.

Put the cake, still on the rack, over a sheet of wax paper. Carefully pour the glaze over the cake.

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Some Bird

October 24, 2016

fullsizerender-11My brother came to town last week; he wanted me to drive him out to New Jersey to visit a chicken farm run by a friend’s son. He seemed to consider this a major treat for me.

The truth is, chickens hold very little glamour for me. Half my neighbors keep chickens (mostly for eggs), and the ones I’ve cooked have not been all that scintillating.  Besides, this farm Bob wanted me to see was two hours away, in deepest New Jersey, and reached by my all time least-favorite highway. Not a pretty drive.

“But they’re raising Poulet de Bresse,” he insisted.  Okay, now he had my interest; the blue footed chickens of France are pretty spectacular, and I’ve never heard of anyone in America who raised them.

Besides… it was my brother. So off we went.

Finding Voodoo Farm was not all that easy, but we lucked out; after driving around in circles, we stopped at the Blairstown feed store to ask directions.  “They’re my neighbors,” said the woman who worked there, pulling up a chair to draw us a helpful little map.

Oren and Cybele Ritterband are very much back to the land people.  Artists looking for something saner than city life  – and a healthy way to raise their children – they’re urban people with a passion for animals.  The couple do almost everything on their small farm themselves, and they’re so attached to their chickens that they applaud those who escape into the woods and hang around to enjoy a ripe old age.

Oren processes the birds himself – with a kosher blade – and then air chills them. Cybele does the butchering. They’re happy to show you where and how they do it.

The birds – both the elegant Bresses and the dowdier Rangers look plump, happy and prosperous, and the whole operation seems funky and fine. “We won’t have any Bresse til winter,” Cybele said as we were leaving, sending me off with some of her homemade pate (fantastic), jam (excellent), and an enormous frozen Freedom Ranger bird.  I stuck the free range chicken in the freezer, thinking that one day I’d cook it, but not any time soon.  Much as I admired what the Ritterbands were doing, I was sure the bird would be a disappointment.

Then I ran out of freezer room and put the bird in the refrigerator to thaw for  a couple of days. When friends showed up unexpectedly for dinner last night, I told them, rather apologetically, that I was going to roast a chicken and not to have great expectations.

Let me cut to the chase: this was, hands down, the best bird I’ve eaten in America.  And it was easy to cook.  I simply removed the bird from the refrigerator, pulled off all the fat (there was a lot), and stuffed it beneath the skin on the breast, and let it come to room temperature.  I put a lemon in the cavity and trussed the bird.  I showered it with salt and pepper. Then I heated a cast iron skillet in a 500 degree oven for about a quarter of an hour, plunked the bird into the hot skillet and cooked it for 15 minutes before turning the heat down to 325 degrees. At that point I threw some tiny new (unpeeled) potatoes into the pan, along with some carrots, quartered onions and whole cloves of garlic.

I checked the bird’s temperature after an hour, cooked it for another half hour or so until the thigh registered 160 degrees, and let the chicken sit for half an hour.

Wow!  The skin was crisp, the meat moist, extraordinarily flavorful and not the least bit gamy. If this ordinary free-range chicken was so spectacular, I can’t even imagine how that Blairstown Bresse will taste.

The beautiful bird at the top, of course, is the elegant Blairstown Bresse. The one Oren’s holding, below, is a Freedom Ranger.

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Extraordinary Seasonal Blue Cheese

October 21, 2016

fullsizerender-10I asked for Roquefort. The cheesemonger unwrapped the wheel and offered me a taste.  I love this classic blue, and nodded happily as the salty bite of the cheese hit my tongue. Then, looking rather sly, he  unwrapped another wheel, scooped up a small bit and held it out. “Now taste this,” he said.

The flavor was extraordinary, and unlike anything I’ve experienced before.  It was round, deep, rich, slightly sweet and fruity with that blue edge that hovers on aching intensity.  The texture was tender as fudge.

“What is it?” I asked.

Rogue River Blue,” he replied. “And don’t ask the price.”

Of course I had to.  Choking a bit, I studied the leaf-wrapped blue-veined cheese, wondering aloud how it’s made.

“They make the cheese with summer milk then wrap it in Syrah grape leaves that have been soaked in Clear Creek Pear Brandy. Then they leave it to age for a year.”

This special Rogue River Blue is remarkable stuff. It costs a fortune, but it’s a rare treat, available in limited quantities during the fall. Try to taste it now because it’s usually gone by Christmas.

 You don’t want to miss this.

(If you don’t want to order an entire wheel, you can buy it at Rubiner’s in Great Barrington, Massachusetts or Murray’s Cheese nationwide.)

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