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What do I do with a pound of habanero chills?

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

Before the freeze the other night, I went out in the dark with my gloves on and harvested as many of the chili peppers from my garden as I could, since I figured that the freeze would kill the plants (although I’ve been wrong about that before–no one was more surprised than I when the plants that I presumed had died over the hot, dry summer suddenly started producing again about two months ago).

The good news is that I got quite a few jalapenos and a couple of small poblanos.  Those I know what to do with.  Where I’m at a loss is these bad boys:

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Those, dear readers, are capsicum chinense, commonly known as the habanero chili.  The problem with these as opposed to jalapenos is that habaneros are among the hottest chili peppers (100,000-350,000 on the Scoville scale, in the range known as “Exceptionally hot”—by comparison, a bell pepper is 0, a poblano is in the 500-2,500 range, and a jalapeno is in the 2,500-8,000 range).

Most salsa recipes that use habaneros – and this was my intention when planting them – call for half of one per quart of finished salsa, so I’d be making many gallons worth just to use these up.

I’m considering flash-boiling and freezing them so I don’t have to decide now.  Anyone have any ideas?

Anyone?

Food Porn

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Changing tactics from my liberal ranting of the past 48 hours (I’ve lost two friends on Facebook … can’t figure out which ones, though.  It’s entirely possible that it’s the notoriously unreliable friend counter, but I prefer to think I’ve annoyed people), I’ve decided to go the food porn route.

I had a dinner party on Sunday.*  At the request of my guests, it was the long-promised Greek dinner party (that is, a dinner party where Greek food is served, not … well, whatever your mind came up with).

And so, let’s do some food porn!

Here was the menu:

Mezze course:

feta cheese
Greek and California olives
Greek pepperoncini
pita crisps
bissara (Egyptian fava bean dip)
hummus
grape leaves
tzatziki

Main course:

Pastitsio
Spanakopita

Dessert:

Baklava

As usual for me, I tend to wayyy over plan dinner parties, so I decided to cut out the soup course (it would have been lentil soup) because, well, there was too much food as it was.

So.  Food porn.

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Thursday night I rolled the grape leaves.  The recipe that I used is from this book: Little Foods of the Mediterranean: 500 Fabulous Recipes for Antipasti, Tapas, Hors d’Oeuvres, Meze, and More.  I didn’t take any photos, you see, because it was a repetitive boring task, and the best way to deal with those is to drink while doing it.  Which means that I was a little … um, my hands were wet, and I didn’t want to hold the camera with wet slimy hands.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Friday night, I soaked the fava beans and garbanzo beans for the various dips, and made the baklava.  (If you need to see how that worked, just check out my last 12 of 12).

Saturday morning it was time to make the bissara and hummus.

Bissara is an Egyptian fava bean dip.  Egyptians use fava beans — fuul in the local parlance — in the same way that the people of “Greater Syria” use the chick pea (also: garbanzo bean, in Arabic both the legume and the dip that’s made from it are called hummus).  You find hummus, and its eggplant-based cousin (known more popularly as baba gannouj, although in Greek it’s melitzanosalata) in Greek food.  Oddly, although fava beans are all over Greek food, bissara is not found on the Greek table.  It is, however, one of the few parts of Egyptian food that I like (I love Egypt, but Egyptian food is never … ever … going to be the next great thing on the world foodie scene).  The recipe came out of the above book.

I chose to make it anyway (food porn above).  It’s fava beans cooked onions, garlic, cilantro, dill, mint, parsley, pureed, and then cooked again with coriander, cumin, and cayenne.  It was a decent hit.

I also made the hummus on Saturday.  I’d never made it with dried beans before (instead of cans).  I kind of liked the way it turned out.  The recipe came from Anne-Marie Weiss Armush’s classic The Arabian Delights Cookbook: Mediterranean Cuisines from Mecca to Marrakesh.  It has attracted praise from actual Middle Eastern people, so I hold it in high esteem.

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Spanakopita.  Classic Greek mezze: spinach and various salty cheeses (feta, kefalotyri, and myzitra) in phyllo.  I made it Saturday evening.  This is my yia yia’s recipe, and it’s extremely variable — she wasn’t particularly the kind of cook who measured as she went.

And now, for the piece de resistance: Pastitsio.  It’s a sort of Greek lasagne.  Yia yia enjoyed the pastitsio, but she never made it, so I had to find another recipe to use (other than the one in the 1960s era cookbook I inherited, the one written before health care professionals started recommending against using lard and butter in copious amounts).

I used (and adapted) this recipe right here.  The taste is spot-on, however the white sauce that the recipe links to never actually set during the cooking process.  My guests didn’t notice, but I did.

Pastitsio (Greek Lasagne)

Here’s what you need:

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  • 1 1/2 pounds of tubular pasta (in this case, I used Pastitsio #2, acquired from the local Mediterranean market.  You can also use ziti or straight macaroni.  Do not use elbow macaroni.  I will come find you and beat you with a wooden spoon.)
  • 1 cup of olive oil
  • 2 cloves of garlic, finely minced
  • 1 1/4 cup of chopped onion
  • 1 pound lean ground beef
  • 1 pound ground lamb
  • 2 cans diced tomatoes, drained
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of ground cinnamon
  • 6 whole cloves
  • salt
  • pepper
  • 1 1/2 cups of grated kefalotyri cheese
  • béchamel sauce with cheese or basic béchamel

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Sauté the onions until translucent in 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed frying pan.

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Add meat.  Cook until lightly brown, stirring to break it up.

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Add the tomatoes, cinnamon, cloves, garlic, salt, and pepper and stir well to combine. Reduce heat and simmer until liquid has been absorbed, about 30-35 minutes. This is very important–the meat mixture should be as dry as possible without sticking to the bottom of the pan. Set meat mixture aside, uncovered, and allow to cool.

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Preheat oven to 350F. Lightly grease a baking or roasting pan approximately 11 X 14 X 3 inches high. The height of the pan is actually very important–the sauce has to go on thickly.  It turned out that I didn’t have a pan high enough and so … well, I had to throw half of the white sauce out (although it wasn’t a major loss).

Boil the pasta, drain, toss with olive oil to keep from sticking together.

Now, your Greek mother who has nothing else to do … or your gay Greek dude throwing a fabulous dinner party to impress his friends with his cooking ability (which, given his inability to dance, dress particularly well, fix up his single straight friends with his other single straight friends, and his complete intolerance for shopping excursions longer than 30 minutes in length is pretty much ALL HE HAS LEFT) … will line up half of the pasta in nice, neat rows, and sprinkle it with 1/2 cup of kefalotyri.

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Layer on the meat sauce.  Sprinkle with another 1/2 cup of the kefalotyri.  Line up the remaining pasta.

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Make the white sauce … just not the one attached to the about.com recipe.  Find a recipe for bechamel and make it.

Pour the bechamel on top — this is why you need the pan to be 3 inches tall.  You’ll wind up with 1/2 inch or so of sauce that will puff up as it cooks.

Bake for 30 minutes.  Then rotate the pan 180 degrees, sprinkle on the remaining 1/2 cup of cheese, and bake for 15-30 minutes more until the top is golden brown.

Pastitsio is served warm, not hot — you don’t want to serve it right out of the oven.

The final food porn: the set table:

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My Turkish mezze platter:

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Grape leaves and tzatziki.  I love garlic, but … well, I may have finally met my match on garlic.  10 cloves of garlic is a bit much for 17.5 ounces of Greek yogurt (also: 2 tablespoons of minced fresh dill and one cucumber, seeded, peeled, grated, and drained).

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And yes … there are leftovers.  And man … it was yummy :)

* OK, let’s get this out of the way: given my current record of promising and then delivering dinner parties, you need to have known me for at least eight years before you can expect to actually be invited to one.  So, no, you weren’t invited, and it’s not because I don’t like you.  It’s just because I haven’t known you for eight years yet.

Rising to the Challenge

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Sam memed me.  What the heck, I was feeling short on inspiration.  I’ll deal with the psychological ramifications of responding to a challenge from a lad nearly half my age in therapy  :)

The challenge is simple: you’re supposed to list five things you’re addicted to.  

#1.  The Internet.

This one goes right at the very top of the list.  I’d never heard of the Internet when I first got to university and my World Politics TA, whose name I do remember but won’t list here, made us all learn how to use something called “e-mail.”  I learned how to use “e-mail” in October, but didn’t actually know anyone else who had it until the following spring.  

Nowadays, I get e-mail on my cell phone.  I actually find this annoying, because I don’t always want to have e-mail coming in on my telephone, especially on weekends off.  You can tell I find this annoying when I take my phone out of my pocket every time it gives that specific shudder vibration that indicates a new message has come in.

My mail is online, my photos are online, I’m connected to half of the known universe by blog, facebook, and flickr.  Friend me!

Yeah, I definitely think that qualifies as an addiction.

 

#2.  Shoes.

My name is Chris, and I’m a shoe whore.

I think I’ve admitted this before — I seem to recall having a length discussion about Danny’s inner Aztec goddess who threatened to eat his still beating heart right out of his chest if he didn’t purchase a pair of shoes.

I don’t actually buy shoes that often, but I have been known to purchase a pair and get home only to realize that I already own them (fortunately on all occasions I’ve been able to add “in another color.”)  The shoe section of our closet — which is far too small–is overrun.

 

#3.  Books.

“You know, you can get those for free at the library,” my mother is fond of saying, every time she comes over and sees the bookshelves.  She’s so not an addict.  The first time as an undergrad that I walked into a professor’s office and saw every wall lined with shelves sagging under the weight of books crammed in every which way, I thought, “I’m not alone!”

At this point, I have most of my academic books at work and my fun trashy books at home.  I’m starting to grow short on space for books at work, though, because I spend part of my budget on books for research. Granted, I haven’t picked up David Cook’s Martyrdom in Islam yet (I really can’t for thelife of me remember what I was doing that I thought it would be useful), but some of the others–Desiring Arabs, Ornament of the World, Muslins in Spain 1492-1611–I have devoured as quickly as humanly possible.  Hey, I’m a history geek.  I like this stuff.

At home, on the other hand, I’ve got The Devil Wears Prada on my night stand.  Granted, at the moment, I’m reading a trashy Egyptian novel by an author you probably haven’t heard of, but trust me: it’s trashy.

 

#4.  Food.

I know, we all need food to live.  If I’m an addict, we all are, right?

Well, here’s the thing.  There’s food, and then there’s food.  I am loathe to refer to myself as a “foodie” because a former coworker used to proudly call herself that.  Mainly, I think it was so that she could excuse her own bizarre tastes and self-diagnosed food allergies under a mask of snobbishness (“I’m a foodie” sounds so much better than “Eating onions gives me explosive diarrhea”).

Natalie’s friend Jacques–the one who took us to Teotihuacan and then out to dinner with his partner where I learned many interesting Spanish words–asked me if I was a foodie, and I said, “I wouldn’t say that I’m a foodie.  I just enjoy eating.”

“Well,” he said, “That’s what being a foodie is.”

So maybe I am a foodie.  I don’t know.  I like trying new recipes in my kitchen, and I like trying new foods when I go out.  Our pantry is stocked with spices I’ve only used a handful of times, and on very rare occasions we have to have a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner because a recipe I’ve tried has turned out very, very, very badly. 

But at least we tried it.  ;)

 

#5.  Photography.

I dithered about putting this one up here.  Am I trying to sound cool?  I wonder.  Then I think about all of the meetings and places that I have wandered into with my camera to the consternation of colleagues, my parents, my boyfriend, and people who have decided to just pretend they don’t know who I am.  I’m usually gracious enough to respond positively when they ask if they can have some of the photos later.

I don’t tend to take a lot of photos at home (although I think Ray would dispute that).  When I’m traveling, however, my camera is always with me.  Always.  We can be just going to dinner, and I’ll bring it along.  Something might happen that I’ll want a photo of!  When Natalie and I went to Puebla, I didn’t bring my camera to dinner and missed getting a photo of the chiles en nogada that we had for dinner the night we arrived.  I may never forgive myself.  We were seriously tempted to have them again just so that I could have the chance.

As much as I’m addicted to photography–and believe you me, when the Adorama weekly specials arrive in my inbox or the quarterly B&H catalog arrives in the mail, it’s like pornography–I still question whether or not I’m a decent photographer.  I’ve taken my share of decent photos, some of which I’ve liked enough to put on the wall in my office or at home.  But then I look at the photos of the pros–some of whom are barely out of high school!–and I feel inadequate. 

And then I pick up my camera and keep trying.

 

I think at the end of this, I’m supposed to tag others for the meme, but I don’t like doing that.  So, here’s the thing: if you do this, leave a message and link in the comments so I can keep track!

Yia-Yia Koula’s Baklava

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

Jeez, I’ve gotten no less than three requests for my grandmother’s baklava recipe, so I’ll let you have it for two fifty. (bwa ha).

No, seriously — here it is. Caveat Baker.

Yia-Yia Koula’s Baklava

4 cups nuts (walnuts and pistachios are the most common, slivered almonds can be mixed in with either), shelled and chopped
1 1/4 cup white granulated sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup water
1 package pre-made phyllo sheets – defrosted.
2 stick margarine OR 1 stick margarine and butter-flavored cooking spray
cloves
1 lemon
rose water or cinnamon stick (whichever you like more)

1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.

2. Place the stick of margarine in a bowl, and microwave until melted.

3. Mix the nuts, brown sugar, and cinnamon in a bowl.  Add the melted margarine and stir until blended.

4. Open the phyllo.  If you’ve never worked with phyllo before, the trick is that you shouldn’t let it dry out, which it does very quickly.  The standard “trick” is to lay all of the sheets out flat and cover them with a kitchen towel while you work with the sheets in the pan.

5. With cooking spray or the other stick of melted butter/margarine, coat the bottom of a 9×12 pan.  Take one sheet of phyllo and place it in the bottom of the pan as neatly as possible (try to avoid wrinkles or bubbles).  Spray or brush the top of the sheet.  Place another sheet of phyllo on top, and spray or brush.  Repeat this process until you have 10 sheets of phyllo in the pan.

6. Trim the phyllo down to fit the bottom of the pan.  I use a pizza cutter – a sharp knife works nicely too.

7. Spread half of the nut-sugar-cinnamon mixture evenly over the phyllo, all the way to the edges.

8. Layer three more sheets of phyllo, brushing or spraying each one individually.

9. Spread the other half of the nut-cinnamon-sugar mixture evenly on top.

10. Layer the remaining phyllo on top, brushing or spraying each one individually.

11. Score the top strata of phyllo (through to the nut mixture) to create pieces about 1 1/2 inches square.  Pierce each piece in the center with a clove.

12. Place the pan in the oven (uncovered) for 15 minutes.

13.  Turn the pan 180 degrees, lower temperature to 350, and bake for another 15 minutes or until golden brown.

14. In a saucepan, combine the 1 1/4 cups sugar, 1/2 cup water, juice of 1 lemon and a dash of rose water or the cinnamon stick over medium-high heat.  (Careful, a little rose water goes a really long way.)  Stir until all of the sugar is dissolved.  Bring the mixture to a boil, reduce heat to low and simmer for 15 minutes or until the syrup has thickened a bit.  Remove the syrup from heat and cool completely.

16. When finished, remove the baklava from the oven and cool.

17. When the syrup is completely cool, slowly drizzle/pour over the baklava evenly.  Cover with foil and refrigerate overnight or for several hours.

18. Serve with ouzo.  Opa!

Making Baklava

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

I think I’ve been inspired by Matt’s cooking posts this week …

Tonight, Ray and I are going to a farewell party for someone in our extended circle of friends who’s moving to New Jersey.  I was requested to bring Baklava (Jackie — the guest of honor — and I have a running friendly competition between her Italian heritage and my Greek), so I pulled out my yia-yia‘s recipe that’s helped me through more than a few potlucks and got started.

First off, you gotta break up the walnuts.  I used about 3 cups of walnuts and another cup of slivered almonds that I had laying around from something else that I made recently.

Add a quarter-cup of sugar and 2 tsps of cinammon.

Phyllo is an interesting creature to work with.

Traditionally, each sheet of paper-thin pyillo dough is brushed with melted butter.  A few years ago, I realized that I could skimp a lot on the calories and fat by using butter flavored cooking spray instead.  It works fine, although my aunt would probably bear mourning if she ever found out.

There are many ways of the baklava making.  Some cooks trim the phyllo to fit the pan before they put it in.  I use a pizza cutter once it’s in there.  I think it makes it neater.

Half of the nuts go in. Three more sheets of phyllo, then the other half.

I run out of cooking spray (the can was almost empty when I started), so I nuke a stick of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter and start brushing it over the remaining phyllo.

It’s very important to cut the dough before it goes in the oven — otherwise, it shatters.

A little thing I learned from yia-yia: I add a clove in the center of each piece to finish it off.

OK, here’s the thing about baklava.  It does not contain honey: some people add just a little honey to the syrup, but it’s your basic simple syrup — equal parts sugar and water, with a dash of lemon juice and rose water.  After half an hour in a 325-degree oven, half of the syrup goes on top, then another half an hour back in the oven.

Out of the oven, remaining syrup goes on top, then refrigerate.

And now, it’s time to head off to the party!

 

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