HOW TO TIE A KNOT
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Living on the Edge... with a Goat
A few months ago, I was reading Wild Fermentation: The Flavor, Nutrition, and Craft of Live-Culture Foods. This is the bible of fermented cuisine by Sandor Ellix Katz. Mixed into the recipes for mouthwatering ciders, tempehs, yogurts and vinegars are stories about life in the Short Mountain Sanctuary—"a queer intentional community in the wooded hills of Tennessee".
The first thing I wondered while reading this book is, why don't I live in a queer intentional community in the wooded hills of Tennessee? The second thing I wondered was whether I had the power to create something immortal. My brief quest for a life beyond death was inspired by the chapter on bread. I read there that, "with a little attention, your sourdough starter can live forever."
Of course, I tried. But my own sourdough starter did not live forever. Most distressingly, it kind of…exploded.
Sandor Ellix Katz had never mentioned that combustion was a potential property of the sourdough. I was stunned. My kitchen table was ruined. I thought briefly of a career in international dough terrorism.
Then I remembered the warnings. About how to ferment "live-culture" foods is to cultivate the volatile hyperactivity of certain microorganisms. To whip them into a frenzy. To drive them bananas. And at this point—who knows? You might get a sauerkraut. You might get a cheese. You might—if you're me—get a bomb.
Based on the stories that Sandor Ellix Katz tells, Short Mountain Sanctuary seems like a very friendly place. I imagine it must be. Because where else would permit these crazy experiments? The bread bomb was probably due to my own incompetence at work, but Sandor Ellix Katz takes it way further than a jar of bread dough.
He tells one story in Wild Fermentation about how he once pickled a goat in the community kitchen.
For two weeks, "it bubbled and smelled good."
Then he roasted it. "As it cooked, an overwhelming odor enveloped the kitchen… There was some swooning and near fainting… Perhaps a half dozen of us tried the meat… My fellow communard Mish absolutely loved it. He hovered over the pan for a long time picking at the meat, praising its strong cheesy aroma, and gloating over the rarefied "acquired taste" that only he and a few others could fully appreciate."
I am appalled and yet fascinated. I certainly will not attempt a goat until I have mastered the immortal sourdough. In the meantime, my friend Johanna suggested that someone (else) ought to brew their way through the whole of Wild Fermentation. If anyone is up for this, let me know! I will sniff and taste your concoctions, however moldy and otherwise unstable. I will find a happy home for all of the sauerkraut, kombucha, and beers that you produce. If you are feeling frisky, I will even find you a goat.
By Maya Joseph
Chocolate Chip Cookies
*This makes a large batch. You will probably need to reduce to a half batch at least, if not more.
1 pound 8 ounce butter, melted
2 pounds dark brown sugar
2 cups organic sugar
4 eggs
4 yolks
2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
6 cups chocolate chips
8 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons salt
Combine the butter and sugars in the bowl of an electric mixer. Add the eggs, yolks and extracts to combine. Whisk together the dry ingredients in a large bowl. Add to the butter mixture. Fold in the chips at the end. Scoop using a small ice cream scoop for large cookies. Flatten with palm of the hand before baking - space 2 inches apart as they will spread.
Bake at 350 F. The center will set up but not be cooked all the way through. This will need some experimenting to get right in a home oven.
Cookies can be scooped and refrigerated up to a week or frozen up to a month. Let dough come to room temperature (enough to flatten) on parchment lined baking sheets before baking.
Take a gander at coriander!
2 Bottles Vodka
1 Bunch Fresh Coriander
Small Handful Black Pepper Corns
2 Cinnamon Sticks
1 Star Anise
2 Bay Leaves
2 Big Chunks Ginger Sliced
Now Wait...
Before he was a Butcher he was Bitter
Bitter isn't a flavor that most people think of fondly. But bitters, well they're another story.
Tom Mylan started making bitters for our bars years ago. And thanks to Josh Wiles, master blender, you can now get the handmade gold at the Marlow & Sons store. He taught our very own Peter Hale, wealth of knowledge and fiend behind the bar, who in turn talked to me about how it's done.
Essentially, making bitters involves infusing distilled spirits with herbs, bark, seeds or fruits for the desired effect. For a long, long time that effect meant curing the ills of the body as bitters were patented medicines made by local apothecaries. But the last 100 years have seen a marriage between bitters and cocktails. And we couldn't be happier about it.
A cocktail, historically, is a combination of liquor, citrus, sugar and bitters. In this potent mix "bitters are the yang to sugar's yin," explains an oddly zen Peter. You can use a variety of starter distillates, but Peter prefers over-proof vodka. The usual burnt and barky additions are cardamom, coriander and caraway. Star anise and cinnamon also appreciate a batch of bitters. In terms of aging, the woodier the flavors the longer you age, the more citrus the shorter. Sometimes Josh and Peter finish their bitters with burnt sugar. But the essential thing is extracting oils from the fruit and tannins from the herbs. All the rest is icing on the (liqueur-steeped) cake. Take today's batch: sassafras in vanilla vodka, hanging out in a 2-liter mason jar.
In the mood for juice? Try Peter's recipes. You thought you knew these classic sluggers until you tasted them with homemade bitters.
-Leah Campbell
Stir these with ice, strain, and serve up in cocktail glass.
Manhattan
dash citrus bitters
2 oz red, aka, sweet vermouth
3 oz rye whiskey
Brooklyn
3 oz bourbon
dash citrus bitters
2 oz maraschino liqueur
Notes on the Wheel
To "reinvent the wheel" is to duplicate a basic method that has long since been accepted and even taken for granted.- Wikipedia
For years I have been carrying around with me a deep aversion to wine. Not drinking it. But speaking about it beyond the simple "Yes, another." Similar to the icky feeling when you have to explain your emotions, I never had a common language for it. I went even further than that, I feared it.
"What are you drinking? Is it dry?"
"I don't know. I don't care. Yes?"
This was my quick and transitional response. Inside logic barometers flying off kilter. Melt down. How can a liquid be dry? Oxymoron. And wine tastings. Whoa. I felt like I had been tossed into Fellini's 8 1/2. The characters, the soft buzz, the foreign language and the truly foreign language. This was all before Sasha and the word mandalas.
Mouthcoating. Mouthfeel. Sulfury. Phenolic. Worty. Empyreumatic. Mousey. Horsey. Phenolic. Aroma taints. Groundy. This is like a language poet's bad dream.
What the wheel does is provide complex contexts. It is in its essence a radial land of language. Simple words clutter the outer layers: wet paper, dusty etc. These words are then enveloped by larger concepts. In one coffee wheel wet paper is a component of woody, woody a piece of loss of organic material, that loss a piece if taste faults, one of the variable final four: Taste Faults, Aroma Taints, External Changes, and Internal Changes.
This interests and inspires me. A kind of soduku of the senses. Do I taste this? Or this? Or anything. What I had identified as an inadequacy may have just been an issue of confidence. Any new language is exciting, especially one native and lurking right below our linguistic surface. -Anna
I like the mandalas. A lot. There was a long time in my life when I thought and feared that I just was not creative. Worst assignment of all time- that came up throughout the early years of elementary school- was absolutely this: Write a story.
A story? Yes, a story- just two paragraphs, one page, three pages.
About what? Anything you want.
Nightmare. When faced with all the possibilities in the world I can't function, something short circuits in my brain. I do not have an artist's mind at all. My brain completely freaks out when it sees a blank canvas but has no problem entering an exploratory conversation because within conversation there is an exchange. There is something to ping.
Noun:
1.Ping -
a river in western Thailand; a major tributary of the Chao Phraya Ping River Kingdom of Thailand, Siam
Thailand - a country of southeastern Asia that extends southward along the Isthmus of Kra to the Malay Peninsula; "Thailand is the official name of the former Siam"
2.ping -
a sharp high-pitched resonant sound (as of a sonar echo or a bullet striking metal)
sound - the sudden occurrence of an audible event; "the sound awakened them"
Verb
1.ping -
hit with a pinging noise; "The bugs pinged the lamp shade"
hit-collide with, impinge on, run into,
strike - hit against; come into sudden contact with; "The car hit a tree"; "He struck the table with his elbow"
2.ping -
sound like a car engine that is firing too early; "the car pinged when I put in low-octane gasoline"; "The car pinked when the ignition was too far retarded"
pink, knock sound, go - make a certain noise or sound; "She went `Mmmmm'"; "The gun went `bang'"
3.ping -
make a short high-pitched sound; "the bullet pinged when they struck the car"
sound, go - make a certain noise or sound; "She went `Mmmmm'"; "The gun went `bang'"
4.ping -
contact, usually in order to remind of something; "I'll ping my accountant--April 15 is nearing"
contact, get hold of, get through, reach - be in or establish communication with; "Our advertisements reach millions"; "He never contacted his children after he emigrated to Australia"
5.ping -
end a message from one computer to another to check whether it is reachable and active; "ping your machine in the office"
computer science, computing - the branch of engineering science that studies (with the aid of computers) computable processes and structures
contact, get hold of, get through, reach - be in or establish communication with; "Our advertisements reach millions"; "He never contacted his children after he emigrated to Australia"
Apart from the Thailand reference all these things sort of articulate how I feel about it. My brain works like this in most respects- I'm constantly defining things against other things whether it is events in my own life (comparing them to the lives of others or my own past) or things I'm eating.
My first cheese tastings were absolutely like that. The woman who taught me how to work in the cheese caves would have me taste cheeses and describe them. I immediately defaulted to texture descriptions like gooey, ooey, creamy, decadent. Near meaningless in the realm of taste and flavor but I didn't know how to create a description from thin air. The only flavor references I could make were to other dairy products- this is milky or buttery. Until I saw the cheese mandala.
It opened up many possibilities because there were words on it that I didn't even associate with food. Honestly it felt like this bounty of ideas to get my brain going. And when I think about mandalas for real- they are usually circular motifs and often used as aids during meditation. Maybe the circle is partly about narrowing the focus- something that seems like it should hamper the mind, but in my case actually frees it up to sort of free associate.
Once you've done many tastings the wheels become useful in a different way- more like a professional tool to hone your skills that make you fit within your industry- but really, you need them less because now you've got a whole host of sense memories about tasting similar and different things... -Sasha
Proper Ground Beef
I spend a lot of time thinking about ground beef. About an hour a day which is how long it takes me to trim and grind the meat that will become the burgers that day at Diner.
Ground beef is one of those things that people either love or fear like no other meat, except maybe bone marrow, I can think of. I've heard at least 10 people tell me about some relation of theirs, usually a dad or uncle, who eats or ate raw hamburger right out of the foam tray. Of course we all know people who would never think of eating a hamburger that was anything but well-done.
So what IS the deal with commercially produced ground beef anyway? Should you fear it? Should you eat it raw? What are "best practices" for making it? Let me tell you.
What goes into ground beef anyway? What goes into most grind is lean and fatty beef trim (the stuff they trim off large cuts to make them free of sinew and gristle or to make them look prettier) and tough meat from the fore quarter of the beef, aka arm chuck. None of this stuff is super scary sounding right? Oh, yes... arm chuck. That sounds very wholesome and mid-western how could that be bad? If you only knew.
What could go wrong? Why is important to know and trust the person who makes your burger or sausage? Turds. Blood. Hair. Filth. Dead cows. Green meat. What?
Turds, filth, hair: Slaughter houses, no matter how well run and clean, are still pretty dirty places which is fine since the animal is essentially sealed off from the gastro-intestinal content, blood, hair, etc. that may splash up onto the hanging carcasses as the slaughter men hose the above items into floor drains. Also, your steer might also have been dropped onto said kill floor. Don't forget about what it may come in contact with during transport in the back of some delivery truck. Have you ever seen the floor in the back of the average delivery truck? All that seems pretty gross. Nothing that you'd want in your meat. This is where love and trust for your butcher comes in. When your butcher is taking apart sub-primals (chances are he will never get quartered beef) he should be shaving off whatever part of the cow that was on the outside (where the turds and blood are) and throwing it away. It doesn't add-up to much waste-wise but it takes time and when a butcher is in a hurry it is seldom a good thing.
If that outside is not trimmed off it IS going into your ground meat. What did you say? You don't have a butcher to love and trust? Well then you are getting nasty stuff in your meat, I guarantee it. You can talk local and organic all you want but, if you eat meat, you need to be intimate with your butcher. Otherwise you have absolutely no idea the character of the man you are entrusting your digestive tract to.
"What bout the dead cows and green meat!" There are companies that do nothing but pick up dead cows from farms across the U.S.. Where do you think that two day dead dairy cow ends up? Chances are you've eaten one.
Green meat is basically meat that is about 35% rotten and has started to turn a shade of ghostly Lunesta Moth green. It smells quite bad. OK, it smells like a dumpster full of dead rats. It is not something you would want to eat. I knew a grizzled old butcher that looked like Edward James Olmos who used to work at a packing house that made Jimmy Dean breakfast sausage. He swore that they had piles of green, stinking meat, and I quote "as big as a house" on the bare concrete floor that they would then feed into the huge industrial meat grinder that made the sausage.
You think that stuff sounds yucky, it doesn't even include the "mechanically separated" meat by-product pudding that places like McDonalds or any other huge chain uses to make their burgers. This process involves the bones of the animals to be crushed and forced under high pressure through a sort of sieve. McCorprate food companies love it because it produces a very consistent product that takes the various meat flavorings and texturizers better than real meat.
I would imagine that if you don't have a butcher you trust and you still want a burger you're going to have to start doing it yourself. So how does one make proper ground beef?
Cuts: I like a fatty burger so my choice would be something like untrimmed brisket or trim from the belly. If you want less fat I would just get the cheapest pot roast type thing. Not too lean now! Most ground beef is at least 20% fat. If you're having trouble finding a cut with enough fat ask the guy at the meat counter if he has any untrimmed cuts (i.e. they have much more fat on the outside).
Trimming: You know that you need to remove the stuff that was on the outside of the animal but how do you tell which part it is? Well, number one, it will likely be a darker shade of white than the natural color of the fat. Sometimes it will be reddish from blood splash. The best way to tell is, of course, the go old USDA blue stamp. Once the outside is shaved off you will also want to get rid of any tendons, connective tissue or gristle that will gum up your hand crank meat grinder and end up as what Aaron calls "bullets" in your cooked burger. Also cut out any glands that you may find buried in the thick potions of fat. They will look like tan cancer blobs. Don't worry, they're just part of the lymphatic system.
Cut: Now cut your meat into 1 1/2 inch cubes. The smaller you cut them the easier it will be to grind. I only had to take apart a grinder full stuffed full of meat once to learn to cut them into smaller pieces. While you're doing this remember that if you run into any gristle that is hard to cut through it will be hard for the grinder blade too. Trim it out and toss it.
Grind: Any new hand-crank grinder you buy with come with several grind plates with holes in them in various sizes from large to small depending on what size ground meat particle you want. I would recommend using a large plate and then running it through once more using the smallest plate. Trying to use the smallest plate right of the bat may result in a clogged grinder. This is only necessary with beef. Pork is much softer and doesn't need a second pass.
Other advice, tips, etc: If you plan on seasoning the meat do it before you put it through the grinder as it will be more evenly distributed in the grind just make sure that you don't over season!
Red wine vinegar helps give hamburgers a bit more punch with a touch of red wine beefiness and acid.
To get burgers to stay together on the grill let the meat warm up before you make patties and make sure to work it into a ball well.