Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Time to Social-ice! Candied Brazil Nut Ice Cream


Candied Brazil Nut Ice Cream

"Now, Therefore, I, Ronald Reagan, President of the United States, do hereby proclaim July 1984 as National Ice Cream Month and July 15, 1984, as National Ice Cream Day and I call upon the people of the United States to observe these events with appropriate ceremonies and activities."

-- Ronald Reagan, 40th President of the United States (1981-89)

It's official: eating ice cream for the entire month of July is nothing less than your civic duty. And what better way to honor the Gipper's delicious decree on its 25th anniversary than by holding a social media social event. So get ready to dish out some cold creaminess - it's time for an Ice Cream Social!

(Photo from Wikimedia Commons)
Before there were Internet tweets, there were ice cream treats and before Facebook, Foodbuzz and the blogosphere, the coolest social networking on the planet were parties featuring those frozen concoctions of milk, cream and sugar. Ice cream socials were, and still are, held by communities all over the country, bringing their members together to cool off from the summer heat in a fun and tasty way. Well hey, we're a community, too!

So, I'm joining Scott at ScottySnacks and Jennifer at Savorthethyme to invite you to blog, tweet and e-mail your best ice cream creations to us throughout July. We'll post a round-up of your creative, chilled concoctions at the end of the month, leaving plenty of summertime to enjoy making and eating the frosty treats.

Of course, there is a cherry on top of this sundae: you'll also have a chance to win some surprizes. Don't worry, my spellcheck still works - we're just keeping these rewards under wraps for now but you won't be disappointed. So get a firm grip on the ice cream scoop, power up your laptop, cellphone, camera or video, and dazzle us with some clever confections.

Have a great homemade recipe? Did you visit a favorite ice cream shop or a unique local dairy/creamery? Anywhere and any way you've recently indulged in ice cream ecstasy, let us know; entries can be a blog post, a vlog, video, or just a photograph!

To enter:

1) Post about your ice cream creation on your blog, linking back to ScottySnacks, Savorthethyme and Tangled Noodle. Then send us a link and photo of your post! We welcome any posts that were published before the start of our challenge.

2) No blog? No problem! Send us a photo, video or vlog of your entry telling us what, where and when it was taken. Provide a URL, if applicable (a still shot or capture would be great, too).

3) International entries are encouraged but due to some limitations, some prizes may not be available.

4) EMAIL YOUR ENTRIES TO: IceCream-at-ScottySnacks.com. Please include your name and e-mail address so that we may contact you should you win a prize. Enter as many times as you wish!

Deadline is Friday July 31, 2009

Since this is a Social Media Ice Cream Social, feel free to show us some sweet tweet love. Tweet about this challenge using #icsocial (@savorthethyme @scottysnacks @tanglednoodle)!

Let's Get This Party Started!

To kick things off, I proudly offer the Noodle household's first batch of homemade ice cream for the summer! A short while ago, Sam from Oh!Nuts offered to send me a sampling of the company's products and invited me to choose from their selection of nuts and dried fruits. It didn't take long to find what I wanted . . . Brazil nuts.

The childhood memory is vivid and indelible: my sisters and I, grappling and clawing for the solitary Brazil nut packed in the cans of Planters mixed nuts that our parents so rarely bought. Like the surprise toy in a box of Cracker Jacks or Frosted Flakes, that precious prize went to the sister with the fastest grasp or the sharpest elbow. Fighting for that golden nugget taught us skills that would make any Ultimate Fighter tremble (though biting, eye-gouging and hair-pulling are probably not UFC-sanctioned). Even as an adult, I don't get to indulge in Brazil nuts very often, so if you dare try to snitch one, this Filipina will unstrap her MannyPac on your presumptuous a**!


Fortunately, Sam sent a whole bag of these giant seeds (many thanks, Oh!Nuts) so I had more than enough to use for our chilled concoction. Since my ice cream maker has been in hibernation for quite some time, I decided to start off with an easy vanilla ice cream base and fill it with candied nuts. This is the beginning of a very sweet summer . . .





Candied Brazil Nut Ice Cream
One of my earlier posts, Sweetly Spiced Chipotle Almonds, provided the template for the sugared Brazil nuts; I substituted instant coffee for the chipotle, giving the nuts a unique, earthy flavor that went well with the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream base. For that, I found a simple, egg-less vanilla ice cream recipe from Southern Living magazine. The flavor was delicious although the texture was not as rich and creamy as a custard-based recipe. Feel free to use your favorite ice cream recipe!


Candied Brazil Nuts
(Yields approx. 2 1/2 cups)

Ingredients:

1 cup sugar
2 Tablespoons + 2 teaspoons (8 teaspoons) water
1 tsp instant coffee granules
1 tsp cocoa powder (optional)
pinch of salt
8 ounces Brazil nuts, chopped to peanut-size

1. Preheat oven to 325°F. Line large baking sheet with parchment paper or Silpat;
2. In a sauce pan over medium heat, mix together all ingredients except nuts. Stir until mixture comes to a gentle simmer and sugar dissolves completely;
3. Add the Brazil nuts and mix well so that they are completely covered in the sugar mixture. Continue to stir constantly until most of the moisture has evaporated and the nuts are well-coated;
4. Immediately pour nuts onto the baking sheet, spreading them out evenly. Toast in the oven for 7-10 minutes, watching carefully so that the nuts do not burn. Stir them around to ensure even toasting;
5. Remove from oven and allow to cool completely.

No-Cook Vanilla Ice Cream
(from Southern Living Magazine)

Equipment: electric ice cream maker

Ingredients:

1 can (14 oz) sweetened condensed milk
5 oz evaporated milk
2 cups whole milk
2 Tbsps sugar
2 tsps vanilla extract

1. Combine all ingredients in a large bowl and mix well. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes;
2. Pour mixture into ice cream maker bowl and prepare according to machine instructions (mine took about 30 minutes);
3. Immediately transfer ice cream into a plastic container and add 1/2 cup of nuts at a time, until desired amount reached and mixing well in between;
4. Cover tightly and place in the freezer for at least 2 hours to firm up.

Now go and get your scoop on!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Hungry for Words

Offal-ly good: Spicy Gizzard & Bell Pepper Stir-fry

A picture is worth a thousand words - or so we've been told.

Indeed, a picture is chock full of information, with each brushstroke, pencil mark or pixel communicating different details that together form a complete story, all absorbed with just one glance. Compact, concise and convenient - what need do we have for interminable words? But consider, for a moment, a tangled point of view: that a single word is worth a thousand pictures.

From Drawing to Writing

It's not such a farfetched idea. After all, when it comes to human communication, visual images and written language are as interwined as the vines from a single root. The earliest forms of writing, known as cuneiform, developed approximately 5000 years ago in Mesopotamia (now southern Iraq) and were based on pictograms, or simple drawings of objects. Over time, these facile symbols evolved into more abstract forms and were replaced by progressively complex writing systems, like Chinese characters and the Roman alphabet, of other civilizations.

(Graphic from Penn Museum)

Quite simply, both pictures and words are symbolic representations of the material and intangible elements of our world. It has even been suggested that letters are mini-pictures themselves, reflecting the shapes and contours found in nature, such as the divergence of a tree's branches mimicked in the letter 'Y' (Changizi, as cited in Chabris, W6). Words and illustrations allow us to exchange ideas, proclaim opinions, share facts, express creativity, and so much more, without having to carry the physical forms of these selfsame concepts. Furthermore, they continue to be refined into increasingly intricate modes. We can trace over millenia the metamorphoses of visual images from the crude yet hauntingly beautiful Paleolithic cave paintings at Lascaux into the incredibly vivid, virtual reality of today's computer generated imagery (CGI), just as we can follow the development of writing from marks on clay tokens used in ancient record-keeping into the digitized compositions of the blogosphere.

Perhaps nowhere else is their communicative power as enthusiastically utilized today than in our discourses on food, with gastro-photography and writing constantly tempting, tantalizing and titillating us with more incredible edibles than we could possibly eat! It may well have found its zenith in the perfect convergence of pictures and words found in enormously popular cookbooks (early '09 sales are up 4% while all non-fiction sales are down 9% [Keeler]), and in food blogs, whose creators deftly pair digital photos and alimentary writing to feed our hunger for all things culinary. In these two forums, the photograph and the paragraph convey identical information and evoke similar responses for a single dish . . . or do they?

What It Means and What It Really Means

Delicious-looking, but on second read . . .
(photo & recipe from myrecipes.com)
Show me an image of a delectable dish and I'll show you a classic Pavlovian response: the stomach rumbles and the saliva flows. But a funny thing sometimes happens on the way to the kitchen; after reading the accompanying recipe, I decide it's not for me after all. Why the change of appetite? A photo is a complete composition of a dish as it exists at that particular moment, but you can't break it down to its pixels to see how the food was made. On the other hand, we can isolate the basic components - words - of a written description to reveal the details of ingredients, techniques, amounts, etc. In many cases, it takes only a single word (in my case, 'fried') to elicit an entirely different response from that of the photo.

The power of a solitary word lies in its ability to provide two things at once: denotation (explicit meaning) and connotation (implicit meaning). For instance, the word 'chocolate' denotes, or stands for, a range of edibles derived from the seed of the cacao tree. But it also connotes, or implies, a whole host of attributes (emotional, political, economic, cultural, etc.) that we attach based on our knowledge and experiences of the world around us. Hence, 'chocolate' can suggest luxury, pleasure, guilt, diets, etc. If words serve as symbols, then those meanings are often very personal:
"It is a fundamental characteristic of symbols that their meaning cannot be perceived either by the senses or by logic but can only be learned from those who use them."
(Schmandt-Besserat, 90)
For me, the word 'fried' isn't simply a cooking technique; it also conjures visions of fat-clogged arteries, of super-heated oil splattering on tender, exposed skin and of the pervasiveness of fast food in modern society. That's enough to put me off making the Two-Alarm Deep Fried Turkey pictured above. And herein lies the crux of my thesis about single words and multiple pictures: when it comes to food and eating, certain words help to determine appeal or distaste by evoking images unrelated to the usual determinants of good food, such as flavor, texture and aroma, but rather emanating from personal and social perspectives.

Can a single word really influence our perception of food and sway our choices? Well, let's try a little exercise. Suppose I were to show you the following photograph:


What comes to mind? Can you discern ingredients or cooking methods? Does it tell you anything about who might dine on such a dish or what kind of restaurant might serve it? Is this something you'd like to taste?

Now, what if I were to offer you a dish sight unseen and simply described with just one word . . . tongue*?

What is your first reaction? Would your answers to the questions above be the same? Does the word evoke mental images related to food and cooking, or to things completely non-culinary? More importantly, would you eat this dish?

(*For the record, the pictured dish was of succulent Braised Ox Tongue with Sauce Chivry and new potatoes, which I enjoyed last December at Antonio's, a lovely Spanish Colonial-style restaurant located in Tagaytay City, Philippines and voted one of the Miele Guide's Top 10 restaurants in Asia for 2008/09.)

How Offal!

A recent post on Food Blog Alliance, "Better Food Writing: Adjectives", discusses how just one word can capture attention and convey the right tone of a piece. The idea is to choose descriptives that increase the positive appeal of the comestible being discussed. In the gastronomic world, however, there is one group of foodstuff (to which 'tongue' belongs) that defies most attempts at such sugar-coating.

From tongue to tripe, from liver to lungs, and all parts in between, they are collectively and politely called sweetbreads or variety meats. Impolitely, they are known as offal, the definition of which includes such unpalatable words as 'waste' and 'rubbish'. In short, offal sounds awful. Unfortunately, its connotations match its denotation - these animal parts carry certain symbolism that prevent them from being a common presence on the dinner table. As Jeremy Strong, in his article "The Modern Offal Eaters" explains,
"In her essay 'The Sins of the Flesh,' Margaret Visser concurs that it is the inescapable part-ness of certain meat products that renders them more challenging than comparatively nonattributable cuts: 'But whereas "meat" is reasonably imprecise and unconnected in our minds with specific body parts, the same cannot be said for eyes, testicles, ears or offal."
(Strong, 30)
The equivalence of these body parts to our own, and thus the revulsion at the prospect of eating them, is one reason that such meats are rejected as foodstuff by some, but economics and perceptions of status are also influential variables. Michael Owen Jones, Professor Emeritus of History and Folklore at UCLA notes, "In social interaction involving food, individuals often make decisions about who they want to appear to be, who they do not want to appear to be, and what the best way to behave is in order to be perceived as they wish" (135).

The consumption of offal is often linked with poverty either due to the concepts that meat has such a high cost in both labor or monetary input that no part should go to waste, or that "the susceptibility of organ meat to rapid deterioration . . . served as a guarantee for the rural poor . . . that [these parts were] available to them, living as they did in close proximity to the places of slaughter" (Strong, 38). Adding to the image is the cheap price in the marketplace of organ meats relative to that of muscle meat; in this case, 'cheap' denotes 'inexpensive' but may connote 'low quality'. And yet, as Strong observes, eating offal nowadays has become for some gourmands a marker of heightened cultural awareness, a prestigious signifier of one's closeness to one's food source, and therefore, of higher status (38).

In fact, eating offal is traditional and well-regarded in many parts of the world so that the words denoting them do not carry the same stigma that exists in other areas. Luckily, this means that there is more than one word, often in another language, that is used to stand for these 'nasty bits' and whose connotations are more positive.

Gizzards, Gésiers and Guts - Oh, My!
"[It is] proposed that the categories and distinctions of each language enshrine a way of perceiving, analyzing, and acting in the world . . . [and that] their speakers too should differ in how they perceive and act in objectively similar situations."
(Boroditsky, 917)
(photo from Wikipedia.com)
Take for example gizzard - a thickly-muscled, secondary stomach found in all birds, which allows them to grind their food. It seems that the differences in perception of this edible by different cultures is reflected in its preparation. Although inexpensive and relatively easy to find in most American grocery stores, chicken gizzards are commonly prepared in just one manner: the dreaded, aforementioned 'fried'. After being battered and submerged in hot oil, they are served with no more than a side of mustard or barbecue sauce.

(Photo by Vincent Ma on flickr.com)
In contrast, this paltry poultry organ enjoys a prized position in French cuisine. Gésiers are commonly preserved in a confit and are used prominently in salad dishes, such as Salade Périgourdine (albeit of duck, not chicken), accompanied by fresh greens and a vinaigrette of walnut oil.

Although both gizzard and gésier refer to the same thing, the latter carries with it the high cultural regard that many of us hold for all things French, especially haute cuisine. Perhaps the key to rehabilitating the culinary reputation of gizzards - and any offal, for that matter - in American kitchens is to season it liberally with some Gallic flavor. As novelist Anthony Burgess once wrote, "The French . . . are addicted to exact definition that shall also be elegant, while the Anglo-Saxon food nomenclature avoids elegance if it can, since pleasure in food is probably sinful."

When next you contemplate eating, consider the words that compose a mental image of your meal and how they may affect your choice. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a single word can change the course of your dinner.

Works Cited

Boroditsky, Lera. "Linguistic Relativity." Encyclopedia of Cognitive Science.
Ed. Lynn Nadel. London: MacMillan, 2005. 917-21.
New York Times 2 June 1982: n. pag.
Chabris, Christopher F. "Why the Eyes Have It." Wall Street Journal 19 June 2009: W6.
Jones, Michael Owen. "Food Choice, Symbolism, and Identity: Bread-and-Butter Issues for Folkloristics and Nutrition Studies." Journal of American Folklore 120 (2007): 129-77.
St. Petersburg Times 12 May 2009, n. pag.
Schmandt-Besserat, Denise. How Writing Came About. Austin: U of Texas P, 1996.
Strong, Jeremy. "The Modern Offal Eaters." Gastronomica Spring 2006: 30-9.

Other sources used: Wikipedia.com, Dictionary.com

Spicy Gizzard and Bell Pepper Stir-fry
(Sauté de gésier et poivron épicé)
Which sounds more appetizing? If you've enjoyed gizzards/gésiers before, the name may not matter. For those who have yet to try it, you're in for a pleasant surprise. Being primarily muscle tissue, this ingredient can become rubbery and tough when cooked, but with proper (yet easy) preparation, it can be rendered as tender and flavorful as the 'dark meat' (thigh, drumstick) of the chicken. I put this dish together after Mr. Noodle expressed a craving for gizzards; I've promised him that next time, I will fry them.

Ingredients

1 lb chicken gizzards
Water to cover

1 Tbsp canola oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tbsp lemongrass, minced
1 small onion, chopped coarsely (about 1/2 cup)
1 red bell pepper, diced
1 green bell pepper, diced
1/2 cup reserved gizzard water or chicken broth
1 - 2 tsps sambal oelek or your favorite chili paste
1 Tbsp soy sauce
Arrowroot starch, for thickening (optional)

For garnish: Thai basil, cilantro, scallions

To Make:

Rinse gizzards well and place in a pot; add water until just covering the meat. Bring to a boil then lower heat to a slow boil/simmer. Cook, partially covered, for about 1 hour - water will be reduced. When done, reserve 1/2 cup of the gizzard water (or discard and use chicken broth later). Set gizzards aside.

1. Heat canola oil in a wok or large sauté pan; add garlic, lemongrass and onions and cook until soft but not browned;
2. Add bell peppers and stir-fry/sauté until they are just beginning to soften;
3. Add gizzards and cook for 1-2 minutes; add black bean garlic sauce, sambal oelek, and soy sauce and stir to mix meat, peppers and seasonings well;
4. Add reserved gizzard water or chicken broth. Bring to a simmer and continue cooking for about 10 minutes;
5. If a thicker sauce is preferred, sprinkle a tablespoon of arrowroot flour over the stir-fry, mixing well; add a tablespoon at a time until desired consistency is reached;
6. Garnish with Thai basil, cilantro and scallions, and serve with fresh steamed rice.


Curious to try some more offal recipes? If you'd like to stick to chicken, try Chicken Liver Bruschetta from Greg at SippitySup. If the ox tongue piqued your interest, then check out Lengua à la Veracruzana from Heather at Girlichef.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Of Keepsakes and Butter Cakes


Brown Butter Cake

How long does it take to pack away a lifetime of memories? Sadly, not as long as it takes to create them.

It is a task that many of us have already done or will one day have to face: gathering up the objects of everyday life and the mementos of special times that aging parents or elderly relatives can no longer maintain on their own. These items can be as mundane as a chipped coffee mug or as exceptional as an antique porcelain tea set, as imposing as a baby grand piano or as delicate as a silver shawl pin. No matter their form, utility or monetary value, they are all testaments to unique lives, long- and well-lived. But as fervently as we might wish that our loved ones continue to use these items for many more years, the realities of time and aging no longer allow it.

On an early morning this past March, my Aunt Sarah called with a request: would we be available that weekend to help her and Uncle Steve pack up Grandmother's house? I did not hesitate to answer yes, knowing that my husband would also readily agree without being asked, but as soon as I promised that we'd be there, I felt a sudden, unhappy reluctance at the coming prospect and the realization of what it meant for a beloved figure.

The woman whom my sisters and I affectionately call 'Grandmother' is not at all related to us, either by blood or by marriage. Instead, our enduring ties were woven from a single, slender thread going back fifty years, when she became foster mother to a slight sixteen-year-old exchange student from the Philippines, who would later become mother to a future food blogger.

The house on Timber Lane

Although her first Minnesota winter in Mankato was a shivery surprise, Mama was enfolded in the warm embrace of Bernard and Anna, and their children, Sarah and Bill. From the stories that I now know by heart, her year in the white-painted house on Timber Lane was truly transformative. She was awed by this country's economic riches, political freedoms and educational opportunities, but above all, she was enamored of hamburgers and milkshakes. In some ways, this meal was the embodiment of being American to Mama and when she returned to the Philippines, she carried with her memories of a loving foster family, a deep admiration for America and an extra 20 lbs on her petite frame.

But a grilled meat patty in a bun and an ice cream drink weren't the only treats that had her hooked during that year. Mama couldn't get enough of Grandmother's homemade caramels - luscious, softly sweet and creamy candies, lovingly hand-wrapped in plain wax paper. Years later, a precious package from Mankato would arrive at our home every Christmas: a tin of Grandmother's caramels, of which my sisters and I were grudgingly allowed to have one or two pieces while the rest was squirreled away by Mama to some unknown hiding place.

As a child, I knew about Grandmother only from her candies and the books that she sent us. And what wondrous books - Little House on the Prairie, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, Little Women . . .! I credit her for helping to foster my love of reading at an early age, even though we didn't meet until I was nearly a teenager. Despite the fact that we had no blood ties, Grandmother and I somehow connected when I reached young adulthood. I was only fractionally better at correspondence than my mother but she didn't give up on me, sending notes and gifts (of caramels!) as she once did for Mama.

When Mr. Noodle and I moved to Minnesota four years ago, we would visit Grandmother in the same house where my mother spent her incredible year. By then, Grandmother was already in her 90s but she was still active and energetic; we would enjoy lunch at the Country Club or VFW then continue our visit in her living room. But Grandmother's physical strength began to wane these past couple of years and when getting in and out of a car became too much effort for her, I would order out for lunch or bring treats to enjoy with coffee. Late last year, Aunt Sarah convinced Grandmother, now 100 years old, to join her family in Maine where they could care for her more closely.

Grandmother and I said our good-byes just after Thanksgiving. If she was saddened by the thought of leaving the home that Grandfather built for her after their marriage and where she raised her family, her resolute and quite practical spirit wouldn't show it.

A few years ago, she had given me her caramel recipe (although I have yet to master it well enough to produce sweets as consistently delicious as hers). During that last visit, when I mentioned how my caramel-making was often hit-and-miss, she whispered to her aide Kaye, who went into the kitchen and re-appeared with an object wrapped in paper towels. Without fanfare, Grandmother handed me her candy thermometer. The numbers on it are faded from years of being dipped into boiling cream, sugar and butter, but it might as well have be a bejeweled scepter, so much do I cherish it.

Several months later, we were back at her house but this time, Grandmother was not sitting in her favorite chair by the bay window, impeccably dressed and coiffed as always as she waited for her visitors. Instead, there was Aunt Sarah in the midst of boxes, moving blankets and packing paper, efficiently organizing all of us for the task at hand and trying not to let emotion overcome her. After all, we were packing away her memories, too.

Knowing Grandmother, no-nonsense and indomitable, I don't doubt that she felt it was for the best; Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve were bringing much of her belongings back to Maine while some were destined to find their place with the grandchildren. Toward the end of the day, Aunt Sarah asked me to pick out something as a keepsake of Grandmother, perhaps a crystal candy dish or lovely little silver condiment set. But all I could think of was Grandmother's caramels, of our few-and-far-between lunches together, and of how Mama grew plump and content on hearty Midwestern fare those many decades ago . . .

So I asked for her pots, pans and baking sheets. They aren't antiques or particularly unique - just the sort of items you'd find in most kitchens. They aren't restaurant-quality or made of special materials - just everyday cookware and bakeware. But to me, they represent the nourishing spirit of a special woman who opened her home and heart to a shy young stranger and made us a part of her family. I asked for these because I would use them regularly and by doing so, I can still be close to Grandmother, no matter the years and distance between us.

How long does it take to store a lifetime of memories? Only as long as it takes to tuck them into your heart.


Given how often I mentioned them in this post, it would have been an obvious choice to offer Grandmother's caramel recipe. Aside from the personal sentiments, there isn't a magical ingredient in these candies - only the usual sugar, butter and cream. But for those same sentimental reasons, I'd like to keep it to myself for just a while longer, if you don't mind. Instead, I thought I'd use some of Grandmother's bakeware and, inspired by the daisy motif that surrounded her 100th birthday last August, I found this lovely recipe . . .

Brown Butter Cake with Crème Fraîche and Blackcurrant Jam
The tart flavors of both the jam and the crème fraîche are perfect complements to the sweetness of this buttery-moist cake. Use your favorite jam or preserves and make your own crème fraîche for a truly individual dessert!


Brown Butter Cake
(Adapted from a recipe by Leather Storrs in Delicious Living 4/09)

10 Tbsps unsalted butter (1 1/4 sticks)
2.5 oz almond meal (approx. 2/3 cup)
2.5 oz all-purpose flour (approx. 2/3 cup)
2 cups confectioner's/powdered sugar
3/4 cup egg whites*
1 tsp vanilla extract
Pinch of salt

*I used liquid egg whites; otherwise, this would be about 5 to 6 eggs

To make:
Preheat oven to 350°F

1. Cook butter over low-medium heat in a saucepan until milk solids become a dark brown color, approximately 10-20 minutes. Watch carefully so that butter does not burn;
2. In a large bowl, combine almond meal, flour and sugar and mix well. Stir in egg whites, vanilla and salt then add browned butter slowly, mixing constantly;
3. Generously coat* a muffin pan, ramekins or individual-sized cake pans with cooking spray; fill 2/3 full with batter;
4. Bake at 350°F for 20 minutes or until toothpick inserted comes out clean; remove from oven and let cool;
*And I mean generously - my cakes stuck a bit because of the sugar content.


Crème Fraîche
Check out these recipes from GroupRecipes.com and EasyFrenchFood.com. Most recipes call for a buttermilk starter and heavy cream, NOT ultrapasteurized whipping cream. Guess what? I only had ultrapasteurized whipping cream and non-fat yogurt, so that's what I used. Although the end result was not as thick as other recipes describe, it was still quite creamy and delicious (if I may say so myself!)

Update 6/24/09: If anyone knows about making crème fraîche, it's Jenni of Pastry Methods and Techniques, who's made quarts of it on a weekly basis, and she shares her technique here. This will be my next batch of CF!

1 cup heavy or whipping cream
2 Tbsps non-fat yogurt

1. Carefully heat cream in a saucepan until just warm, between 85 °F - 100°F;
2. Pour into a clean glass jar or container and mix in yogurt;
3. Cover LOOSELY with lid or plastic wrap, place in a warm spot for at least 12 hours and up to 24 hours;
4. After this time, cover fully with lid and refrigerate; it should thicken more as it cools. Crème may be stored in the fridge for about 1 week.

To serve the cake:

Mix crème fraîche with your favorite jam or preserves and spoon over individual cakes, or serve the crème and jam on the side. Daisies optional.


I used the Blackcurrant Blighty, one of two jars of England Preserves that I won courtesy of Adrienne at Gastroanthropology. Read her post about the marvelous young family behind these delicious products!


Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Matter of Luck


Capellini with Chicken and Roasted Red Pepper Sauce

I am a lucky charm.

At least, that's what I was told as a child. My parents would often say that I carried good fortune with me, so I grew up as something of a family talisman. The evidence? Well, there was the time in 2nd grade when I won our school's drawing to attend a welcoming ceremony for the Queen of England - never mind that I sat in the nosebleed section and didn't know who the heck I was watching. Then, when I was about 7 years old, I found a $20 bill (a fortune!) that my best friend's older brother promptly scammed from me.

Hmmm . . . not very compelling proof, is it? I'm sure there are other instances but I must admit that for the most part, my powers of fortune were nowhere near as great as my ignorance of world figures and my naïveté about trusting older kids. Papa would ask me over breakfast, "Did you dream any numbers last night?" in hopes of getting some lucky numbers for the lottery. I hated to disappoint him but more often than not, I had no magical digits to offer. At that age, my REM sleep was typically populated by cartoon characters eating lots of candy. [Apropos of nothing, I dream in Japanese anime whenever I overindulge in pizza].

A more traditional good luck charm
(Photo by John Charlton)

And yet, I do feel that I have a way with good luck. Oh, I consider myself fortunate in my family, friends, general prosperity and good health, just as I'm sure many of you feel the same about your own blessings. But every once in a while, there are occasions when I am four-leaf-clover, rabbit's-foot, horseshoes and number-seven LUCKY. Before you conclude that I'm not so much 'touched by an angel' as just plain touched, judge for yourself my recent run of fortuity . . . 

In the past couple of months, several blogs that I follow have offered great giveaways with the winners chosen by random drawing. Incredibly, I've actually won several of them - five since April! With that kind of a winning streak, it's a wonder I'm not in Vegas or using our retirement fund to finance Powerball tickets.

Instead, I wanted to express my belated gratitude for these bloggers' generosity by offering a dish that featured their wonderful prizes.

A Prizewinning Dish


To start off this 'thank-you', I turned to my very first win: a one-year subscription to Cook's Illustrated magazine, courtesy of Joelen's Culinary Adventures. Her amazing Foodie Freebie Friday is a weekly giveaway featuring fantastic prizes. Past gifts have included a photography lightbox kit, gourmet spices and even Chicago deep dish pizza; I strongly encourage you to try your luck at this week's prize. From the annals of Cook's Illustrated, I chose a recipe that would allow me to use. . . 

. . . this lovely colander, part of a set from a Romano Macaroni Grill giveaway hosted by HoneyB of The Life and Loves of Grumpy's Honeybunch. As luck would have it, she has just announced a new contest featuring a subscription to Cooking Light magazine - check out the details here! Visit to enter but stay and browse through the delicious treats she offers. 


Next up was a selection of Daregal frozen herbs, thanks to Bob of Cooking Stuff, who recently took a brief hiatus from blogging. If you haven't visited his site before, there are plenty of great eats (and cats with supersized personalities!) to tide you over until he returns with more. As his giveaway winner, I received an assortment of herbs, including oregano, which I used in this recipe. But it wasn't the only seasoning to be featured . . . 



. . . because I also added a taste of Hawai'i in the form of black lava sea salt, courtesy of Deb at Kahakai Kitchen! A transplant from the Pacific Northwest, she shares her life and love of cooking among ocean breezes and island aloha. Check out her Souper Sunday, a weekly round-up of soup, salad and sandwich recipes from food bloggers all over. Hopefully, I'll participate with a recipe from the other half of Deb's giveaway, Hawai'i's Best Salads, Sides & Soups by Jean Watanabe Hee.

My fifth giveaway win was the most recent - a duo of England Preserves chosen by Adrienne of Gastroanthropology, who discovered this delicious product shortly after moving to England for her masters in food policy studies. I can't wait to receive them, especially in hopes that I can use them in a yet-to-be-chosen recipe from Dessert Circus at Home by Jacques Torres, which was one of two cookbooks that I won for 3rd Place in the Whine, Wine and Thine short story contest hosted by Carolyn at FoodGal. You can read all the entries here and the winners here.

But first, here is my lucky dish!

'Touched by an Angel' Hair Pasta
(Capellini with Chicken & Roasted Red Pepper Sauce)
I adapted a Cook's Illustrated recipe for Spanish-style Chicken Salad with Roasted Red Pepper Dressing (5/06) by replacing some ingredients and adjusting the amounts of others. One ingredient that stayed put was celery, which added a surprising and pleasant crunchiness to the dish. Originally served with fresh greens, I thought it would be delicious tossed with capellini (angel hair) but feel free to use another pasta such as penne or fusilli. This dish is best served at room temperature.
Finally, I'm pleased to submit this recipe to BSI: Blogger Secret Ingredient, hosted by Jenn at Bread + Butter who chose Bell Pepper as this week's theme.


Serves 4-6

Ingredients

8 oz capellini pasta
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
3 Tbsps balsamic vinegar
10 to 12 oz jar of roasted red peppers, drained
1-2 garlic cloves, minced
1/4 tsp salt**
1/2 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp ground chipotle pepper
1 small shallot, minced
1 Tbsp fresh oregano, minced (or 1-2 tsps dried)
1 Tbsp fresh parsley, minced
1 celery rib, sliced very thin
2 1/2 cups shredded roast chicken
Coarse sea salt, such as Black Lava, for finishing

**If using coarse sea salt to finish, then you may wish to omit this from the sauce.

To make:

1. Prepare pasta as directed on package. When done, drain and set noodles aside, reserving 1/2 cup of pasta water;
2. Purée oil, vinegar, roasted red peppers, garlic, salt and black pepper in a blender or food processor until smooth. Transfer to another bowl;
3. Add ground chipotle pepper, shallot, oregano, parsley and celery to the roasted red pepper mixture and stir well to combine.
4. Add shredded chicken and toss until sauce is evenly distributed. Let stand at room temperature for 15 minutes;
5. In another bowl, add 1 or 2 Tbsps of reserved pasta water at a time to the capellini until noodles are just moistened. Add chicken mixture and toss gently until well-mixed with the pasta. This dish is best served at room temperature.
6. Plate individually and finish with a sprinkling of coarse sea salt. 

Enjoy a generous serving of luck!

Speaking of which, my summer class is almost done: two weeks down, only one more to go! But first, I have to write a final paper . . .  wish me you-know-what.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Simple is Good


Grilled Lamb Loin Chops with Yogurt & Mint Potato Salad

"The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity." -- Doug Horton

There's a lot to be said for complexity: the intricacies of form, function and meanings - whether in artistic endeavors or technological production - serve to create a tangle of elements that most of us are quite happy to spend hours unraveling, identifying and mastering. Just as we are fascinated with people who have enigmatic characters, we celebrate foods that have a depth of flavor; in both cases, the allure lies in the complicated, from myriad facets of personality in the former to multifarious ingredients and techniques in the latter. 

Complexity is great but sometimes, simplicity is good.

I actually enjoy meeting people whose worldviews may not be profound but whose sincerity and generosity of spirit are genuine. I love tasting food whose flavor can be described with a single word or making a recipe with ingredients I can count on one hand. Many of you know I can run on and on about how the act of eating is imbued with deeply personal and symbolic meanings, but even I realize that we often eat just because we're hungry. 

There are times when I don't want to work the puzzle or figure out the mystery, when I'd rather leave it to others to scrutinize Mona Lisa's smile while I content myself with a Happy Face sticker.

This is such a time. In an effort to accelerate my progress toward graduation, I enrolled in a summer class that condenses 3 months worth of coursework into 3 weeks. So, for several hours a day, I am immersed in the complex issues of cultural transitions and its psychological impact on members of insider/outsider groups. By the time I get home, I don't want to think anymore.

Mr. Noodle's gift of alstroemeria, also known as Peruvian Lily and Lily of the Incas
- quite fitting, given my fascination with this culture!

Last Wednesday (my birthday), I returned from class to find on the kitchen counter a thoughtful gift from Mr. Noodle - a beautiful mixed bouquet of flowers, including alstroemeria. Neither as fragrant as roses nor as showy as lilies, these common blossoms have always been a personal favorite and were even in my wedding bouquet. Later that evening, Mr. Noodle made a refreshing cocktail with a hint of sweetness and a tinge of pink that brought to mind the lovely hues of alstroemerias. The simplicity of both blossom and beverage was the perfect antidote to a day of complex study and I wanted to share it here.

Mr. Noodle is fundamentally opposed to claiming ownership of a recipe with only 3 ingredients; it's very likely that many variations of this already exist in the bartender's canon. However, since it brought to mind the flowers in my bridal bouquet and the fact that tomorrow is the first day of June, the traditional month of weddings, I've christened it with a nuptial theme.

The Bride's Blossom
I originally called this "The Blushing Bride", then discovered that there is already a cocktail by this name. Oops.

Just a hint of pink

For one drink:

1 part Shaker's Raspberry Honey Vodka **
1 part tonic water
Juice from 1/2 lime

Fill a highball glass with ice. Add lime juice and top with equal parts vodka and tonic water. Stir well and garnish with a slice of lime. Alstroemeria blossom optional.

**This particular brand may no longer be in production so please feel free to use another raspberry-infused vodka. However, you may wish to add a bit of simple syrup to boost sweetness.

For even more pretty-hued drinks, check out the delicious concoctions from Greg at SippitySup, who invokes coolly glamorous sophistication with the Aviation Cocktail, and Diva on a Diet at Beach Eats whose sleight of hand turns a Spiked Blueberry Lemonade into a magnificent magenta refresher.

These two bloggers also deserve credit for my next offering: shortly after Greg posted his Minty Mashed Potatoes as part of Mint Week, the Diva confirmed that it's officially potato salad season (per Papa Diva). Between them, I was inspired to make a favorite summer stand-by that is definitely in keeping with my need for simplicity. 

While dinners in the Noodle household have recently been of the very quick and easy variety, it doesn't mean that we've given up on great flavor. One of Mr. Noodle's favorites is the rich, gamey taste of lamb loin chops, which he grills unmarinated, unseasoned and barely on the safe side of rare. Instead of a traditional mint sauce to go directly over the meat, I paired it with a delicious potato salad in a fresh yogurt and mint dressing.

Mint and Yogurt Potato Salad
This recipe comes from Cooking Light** magazine; unfortunately, I did not record the publication date and it does not appear on their website. This is the recipe in its entirety and original form.

**Update 6/8/09 - I found this same recipe posted in NYTimes.com Recipes section, dated 7/99! 


Ingredients:

2 lbs fingerling or other small potatoes, halved
1 cup whole milk yogurt
2 Tbsp olive oil
1 tsp kosher salt
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
1 clove minced garlic
2 scallions, thinly sliced
1/2 cup mint leaves, thinly sliced

To make:

1. Place the potatoes in a large pot and add cold salted water to cover. Bring to a boil, lower the heat and simmer until potatoes are tender, about 15 minutes;
2. Drain potatoes and place in a large bowl;
3. In a small bowl, whisk together the yogurt, olive oil, salt, pepper and garlic. 
4. Pour mixture over the hot potatoes, toss and allow to cool to room temperature (although the sauce may appear runny at first, it will thicken upon cooling);
5. Toss again with scallions, garnish with mint and serve.

Wishing you a simply delightful summer meal!

A birthday bouquet from my sweet sisters in California!


Friday, May 22, 2009

Happy Birthday to Meme


Split personality: Coco-Mocha Flan Cake

"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?"
-- Satchel Paige

Next week, I will celebrate my 40th birthday. I thought about dissembling my age and offering coy evasions if asked to enumerate the years. After all, I am entering a new personal era which I like to call the Age of Euphemism - the period in many a woman's life when any direct references to age suddenly become verboten. Instead, figurative phrases are deployed to delicately sidestep the irrevocable and unyielding truth: I am getting older.

So at the University, I am officially classified as a non-traditional student [translation: older than some of my professors]; in polite circles, acquaintances may refer to me as a woman of a certain age [translation: too old to hang with the impolite circles]; and to the bright young things at the café, the classroom and pretty much everywhere I turn, I am simply M'am [translation: old enough to be their mother].

Admittedly, I sometimes wish that time could be suspended. Peering at myself in the mirror, I wistfully expect to see the smooth face of yesteryear instead of the more crinkled visage of today. When I notice the slight jiggle in my upper arms, where taut skin and well-defined triceps used to be, it seems to me less like untoned muscle in need of a good workout and more like a fleshy flag of surrender in the battle to stay fit when my body just wants to throw in the gym towel. 
 May Birth Flower:Lily of the Valley
And yet, I am in a good, enviable place - I have a husband whom no superlative can adequately describe, a sweetly goofy dog who gives me unconditional adoration, a lovely home that deserves a better housekeeper than me, and countless other blessings. If I am happy with the person I am today, then I must acknowledge that this person is the aggregate of forty years worth of living. Wishing for a do-over is like asking that the Leaning Tower of Pisa be rebuilt straight - it would be more symmetrical but it would also be just another old building. 

So, as I look forward to my birthday next Wednesday, I promise to look back on the past, not with regret at what I might have done differently, but with appreciation for what I have actually done to reach this happy point in my life. So far, so good . . . 

It's All About Meme

When it comes to birthdays, I subscribe to the idea of 'Queen for the Day': I get to choose the cake, the dinner and the day's activities. In short, it's all about me! As such, there's no better time to finally fulfill the two memes for which I was tagged several weeks ago. 

The first came from Christine at Maman and Gourmand, whose blog not only features tantalizing recipes and mouthwatering food photos but also offers product reviews and, more recently, amazing prizes for giveaways and contests - check out her latest prize of artisan chocolates

Her meme tag was followed by the 'Premio Meme' from two bloggers on opposite ends of the north-south axis: my fellow Minnesotan Scate Bakes who, when she's not blogging about food with a retro twist, knits  the cutest items and runs in half-marathons; and Bytes from Texas, a self-described 'Hornsfan' who "bleeds burnt orange"  while creating everything delicious from home-baked hamburger buns and English muffins to chicken tacos and Singapore noodles. If these blogs are new to you, please visit - you'll be in for some wonderful treats!

These two memes ask recipients to answer questions or list personal traits that would give readers an opportunity to learn a little bit more about them. I'm all for participating but rather than subject everyone to a double list of my life's minutiae, I've decided to tangle these two strands into one. It doesn't follow the rules, but hey - it's my party and I'll meme as I want to.

Two Memes, One Me

Taking a cue from my astrological sign Gemini, my meme theme is duality. For those of us born under the Sign of the Twins, each personal characteristic is a two-sided coin, a yin for every yang; it's a fine line between having a moody temperament and full-blown multiple personalities. According to Mr. Noodle, life with a Gemini is like a can of chocolate bridge mix: you never know which nut you're going to get. 

So, without further ado, I present my Gemini Meme

Sweet and Sour Noodle: a Tangled List
or 
7 Traits That Best Describe Me . . . and What They Really Mean 

I am deliberate. I like to take my time and consider all possibilities before acting . . . in fact, I take so much time that I usually run out of it. Then, I tell myself that the panicky feeling is really adrenaline.

I am open-minded. I give careful thought to all possibilities to ensure the best decision . . . which leads to torturous indecision. After giving careful thought to all possibilities, they all sound good!

I am focused. When I'm working on a project, it has my full concentration and energy . . . unless I'm distracted. When I find a topic [snack time!] that really interests me, I do put my head [Judge Judy!] down and get to business but [squirrel!] not always.

I am energetic. I approach each endeavor with enthusiasm and high spirits . . . which can sometimes cross the line into spastic behavior. Even the dog is sometimes embarrassed to be seen with me in public.

I am sensitive. I am empathetic and deeply attuned to the nuances of emotion . . . so much so that if Mr. Noodle forgets to give me my morning kiss, I'm convinced he loves the dog more than me.

I am health-conscious. A fit body is the vessel for a long life so I eat nutritiously, exercise often, and visit the doctor's office regularly . . . because I am a hypochondriac. If I actually develop just half of the tumors that I've self-diagnosed, I'd look like the Elephant Man.

I am modest. Notwithstanding this 'me' post, I prefer to remain in the background and let others take the spotlight . . . that way, if someone wants to steal an identity, chances are they will overlook me. A bit paranoid, you say? How do you know? Are you spying on me? 

Although most memes ask that new recipients be named, I would like to invite everyone to pick up the Premio Meme; see details at Scate Bakes or Bytes from Texas. Or, feel free to take up this Gemini Meme - simply list as many traits as you'd like that best describe you, followed by their flip-side meaning.

Finally, to complete this birthday/duality post, I offer a treat that can't quite make up it's mind - is it a flan or is it a cake? It's a Flan Cake!

Coco-Mocha Flan Cake
The best of both worlds - airy chiffon cake topped with a creamy leche flan, together in one dessert! I had a slice of this during our Philippine trip and I finally found the perfect occasion to make it. I decided to incorporate the three C's of favorite flavors - coconut, coffee and cocoa - while keeping it as light as possible. I also opted to prepare it in individual ramekins although it is usually baked as a whole cake; in hindsight, the traditional form may turn out to be a more visually pleasing presentation than the ones offered here.


Ingredients and Instructions

For the Leche Flan:
(Adapted from one recipe found in both Signature Dishes of the Philippines (1st ed.) by Sony Robles-Florendo, and The Complete Asian Cookbook by Charmaine Solomon)

This flan is lighter than most Filipino leche flans; if you'd like a richer, creamier texture try the luscious recipes recently highlighted by Jenn at Bread + Butter and Heather at Girlichef.

1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup water
3 large eggs
2 egg yolks
1/2 cup caster (a.k.a superfine) sugar
1 1/2 cups 1% milk
1 cup coconut milk (For a much more pronounced coconut flavor, increase coconut milk to 1 1/2 cups and reduce 1% milk to 1 cup.) 
2 tsps vanilla extract

1. Put sugar and water in small saucepan and heat without stirring until it turns a deep, golden brown color. Remove from heat and immediately pour into a large glass baking dish or casserole. Tilt the dish so that the caramel coats the entire bottom surface before it hardens;
2. In a large bowl, beat the whole eggs and egg yolks until foamy. Gradually add caster sugar and beat until thick and light;
3. Heat 1% and coconut milk, then add gradually to the egg and sugar mixture, beating constantly. Stir in vanilla;
4. Set aside while preparing the chiffon batter;

For the Chiffon Cake:
(Recipe from Baker's Manual (p. 105) by Joseph Amendola and Nicole Rees)

Due to the use of vegetable oil, chiffon cakes tend to remain moist when refrigerated, which makes it the ideal cake base for this chilled dessert. Feel free to use any chiffon cake recipe you prefer.

2/3 cup cake flour
1/3 cup Dutch-processed cocoa
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
4 large eggs, separated
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup strong black coffee
1/2 tsp vanilla extract

1. In one bowl, whisk cake flour, cocoa, sugar, baking powder and salt until well combined;
2. Whisk in egg yolks, oil, coffee and vanilla until batter is smooth;
3. In a separate bowl, beat egg whites almost to stiff peak stage. Fold egg whites into the egg yolk mixture in two additions;


To prepare Flan Cake:

1. Preheat oven to 325ºF;
2. Strain flan custard into the caramel-coated dish. 
3. Carefully pour or spoon out the chiffon batter over the custard;  don't worry - batter will float on top! Use only enough so that the cake will not overflow the pan as it rises during baking;
4. Place dish into a larger baking or roasting pan then place onto oven rack. Pour boiling water around and half-way up the dish;
5. Bake for 25-30 minutes, testing for doneness by inserting a knife through cake and custard. When knife comes out clean, remove cake from oven and let cool.
6. When cooled down, cover with foil or plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator, preferably overnight;

To serve Flan Cake:

1. Place dish in a larger baking or roasting pan and pour hot water around and half-way up the dish. Let sit for a few minutes;
2. Run a knife around the inside edges then place a large plate over the dish and invert. Cake should slip on to the plate; if not, carefully turn the dish over again and put back into the water-filled pan, replacing hot water if necessary. Repeat.
3. Slice into square portions, spooning caramel sauce from the dish. Serve and enjoy!

Not quite as cake-y but still delicious!

Friday, May 15, 2009

A Causa for Celebration

Causa de cangrejo
Peruvian potato, crab and avocado dish

The Spring 2009 semester is now history!

For a few weeks at least, there will be no syllabi telling me which chapters I must read; no writing assignments on pre-determined topics; and no quizzes, exams or other manner of testing. I will read, write and challenge myself however I see fit, thank you very much.

That's not to say that I didn't enjoy my studies; in fact, my just-completed anthropology course, Rise of Civilizations, proved to be an exciting revelation about the central role of food in our social evolution. As a broad survey encompassing 12,000 years of human history and 10 different regions of the world, it wasn't possible to delve with great detail into the food practices of each culture but it was more than enough to whet my appetite to learn more. 

The Cooking Ape?

The ability to make and use tools, and to control fire first set early hominids apart from other great apes but it was how these innovations were used that hastened (relatively speaking) our journey down the evolutionary path. Stone tools dating as far back as 2.5 million years ago facilitated the consumption of meat, providing "useful cutting edges for a species that lacks both sharp teeth and claws for slicing meat, shredding, plants or digging" (Price, 63). The general scientific consensus is that meat provided the extra calories necessary to develop the larger, Homo sapien brain.

Not so fast, says biological anthropologist and author Richard Wrangham, who argues that raw meat alone was insufficient to support the pace of human evolution. In his new book Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human, Wrangham theorizes that cooking was the crucial extra step necessary to shape the modern human form and lifestyle. Cooking by fire softened animal and plant matter, he says, rendering them easier to digest and more nutritious, thereby providing significantly more calories for physiological development (Evans, 79). Furthermore, he suggests that the control of fire may have also been an important catalyst in forming social relations:

[Photo from WikiMedia.org]
"Once individuals were drawn to a specific attractive location that had a fire, they spent a lot of time around it together . . . We had to be able to look each other in the eye [and not] react with impulsivity. Once you are sitting around the fire, you need to suppress reactive emotions that would otherwise lead to social chaos. Around that fire, we became tamer."
(Wrangham, quoted in Dreifus, n.p.)
From Civility to Civilization

While Wrangham's theory is under debate, there is no doubt that with increased sociability and cooperation, humans began the slow transition from hunter-gatherers to settled agriculturalists and eventually, residents of towns and cities. But just as eating raw meat can not be solely credited for human evolution, cooking by itself did not give rise to the ancient civilizations that were precursors of today's complex societies. 

Instead, it was our ancestors' domestication of plants and animals nearly 10,000 years ago that made it possible to produce sufficient, even surplus, food which in turn allowed them to redirect their energies toward developing the hallmarks of civilization, such as occupational specialization (e.g. farming, manufacturing) and economic trade. Within a short evolutionary timespan, every continent in the world, excepting Australia and Antarctica, saw the rise of such complex societies, marked by the emergence of large urban centers like Rome, the creation of monumental architecture such as pyramids, and the development of distinct artistic styles in paintings, personal ornamentation and pottery.

(Photo from www.hp.uab.edu)
It is through such artistic expression and detailed craftwork that we may trace the transformation of food consumption from basic necessity to political and ritual form. In one of the earliest pictorial representations of ancient ruling systems, the Royal Standard of Ur (2600-2400 BC) from southern Mesopotamia depicts a feast during which food, both harvested and on the hoof, are presented in tribute to the king. During China's Shang Dynasty (1700-1100 BC), skilled artisans created food containers of exquisitely molded bronze which were meant strictly for ritual purposes, usually as grave goods to be buried with its owner as an offering to honored ancestors.


And in South America, elaborately decorated drinking cups called keros, made of ceramic, wood and even gold, were produced as early as the pre-Incan cultures of Tiwanaku and Huari (AD 400-1000) and continued well after the Spanish Conquest. These vessels were filled with chicha, a fermented drink made of maïze, and were used primarily for ceremonial activities. A peculiar characteristic of keros was that they were always made in pairs - one for use by a human ritual participant and the other as a symbolic offering to the gods. [Image on the right depicts an Inca king drinking from a kero while its pair is carried by a small figure up to the Sun God, Inti. From Guaman Poma website]

Of all the regions covered in the course, it was South America and its early cultures that captured my imagination. Whereas archaeological evidence points to long-distance trade between the civilizations in the Near East, Europe, Africa and Asia (all connected by land mass), allowing wide exchange of information and technologies, South American societies developed in relative isolation and yet managed achievements that rivalled those from across the oceans.

Inca Civilization - High Society

(Photo by Eric in SF
Stretching from what is today Ecuador and down to the southern part of modern Chile, the Inca empire (AD 1476-1534) - the largest civilization in pre-industrialized Americas - enjoyed a very bright, albeit very brief, reign. Based primarily in the Andes Mountains but with the rich waters of the Pacific to the west and the lush jungles of the Amazon to the east, the Inca enjoyed a broad-based food supply ranging from fresh fish and shellfish, meats from domesticated llamas, alpacas and guinea pig, and crops such as maïze, potatoes, squash, beans and peppers.

Food and other commodities were distributed across the region by way of an extensive paved highway system similar to the vast network of roads in the Roman empire and complete with waystations called tampus where travelers could rest and store their goods (Price, 422). But this was not the only feat of engineering that the Inca shared with distant cultures with which they had no contact.  

Terraced farming in the Andes - cutting level areas within a slope for agricultural use - may have developed as far back as 2400 BC (Crawford, 414), which would predate even the famous 2,000-year-old Banaue Rice Terraces in the Philippines! Could this be the reason for my fascination with South American civilizations among all the ones covered during this course? A primal affinity, a subconscious recognition of a kindred culture?

Terraces at Macchu Picchu (photo by CmdrGravy)

Cocina Peruana

Or is it, as always, about the food? Great minds may think alike but when it comes down to it, the stomach rules the head! Peru, as the central land of the Inca empire, has 28 of the 32 designated climate zones, resulting in an incredible biodiversity of animals and plants, particularly its seafood and potatoes. But dishes such as papa a la Huancaínalomo saltadoanticuchos and, of course, ceviche (recipes from Wikimedia Cookbooks) reflect not only Peru's diverse ecosystem but its rich social history as well. 
". . . Peruvian cuisine is the quintessence of cultural fusion . . . blending between Inca and Spanish traditions [and] incorporating the flavours and techniques of the many immigrants that disembarked in the country's ports, in particular African, Chinese, and Japanese."
Led by the country's most renowned and successful chef Gaston Acurio, who recently opened an outpost of his popular Lima restaurant La Mar Cebicheria Peruana in San Francisco, Peruvian cuisine is quickly gaining a foothold among American gastronomes and has already been hailed by Epicurious.com and Bon Appétit as one of the hottest food trends of 2009. 

Not one to miss the bandwagon, especially if it's carrying such fabulous fare, and inspired by my favorite ancient civilization, I decided to celebrate my (hopefully) successful completion of the semester by preparing Causa, a layered potato dish of seafood and avocado served chilled.

Also known as Causa Limeña, it is a perfect representation of Peru's indigenous foods - potatoes (of which approximately 3000 varieties are grown), seafood and the chile pepper known as aji amarillo (yellow Peruvian hot pepper). The origins of this dish and the etymology of its name are as varied as the cuisine's many influences. 

The term 'causa' comes from the Quechua word 'kausay', meaning 'necessary sustenance', invoking the role of potato, its main ingredient, as the primary staple food in Peruvian history (Higgins, 207). But it is also the Spanish word for 'cause', which may refer to one story that the dish was created by patriotic housewives during the 19th century war with Chile. In fact, 'limeña' is the word for the women of Lima, Peru's capital. And yet, it is also another name of a variety of yellow potato, papa amarilla  ('Lost Crops', 95). Got all that?

No matter the meaning of its name, causa is a delicious example of Peruvian cuisine and a perfect summer dish.

Works Cited:
Crawford, R.M.M. Plants at the Margin. Cambridge U P: 2008.
Dreifus, Claudia. "From Studying Chimps, a Theory on Cooking." New York Times. April 20, 2009.
Evans, Mary. "What's Cooking?" The Economist. February 21, 2009: 79-80.
Higgins, James. Lima: a Cultural History. 2005
Lost Crops of the Incas. Office of International Affairs. 1989.
Price, T. Douglas and Gary Feinman. Images of the Past. McGraw-Hill: 2006.

Causa de cangrejo (Crab Causa)
The dish presented here is an adaptation from two recipes for Crab Causa - the first is from The Peru Guide and the other from Whole Foods Market. Traditionally, it is garnished with olives and slices of hardboiled eggs; however, I opted for WFM's idea of topping it with a fresh mango-tomato salsa. I also prepared it as a 'loaf' but for an even more pleasing presentation, it may be prepared as individual servings using ring molds or ramekins.


Serves 4-6

Ingredients and instructions

For the causa:

1 kg (about 2 lbs) Yukon Gold or other yellow potato
4 Tbsps aji amarillo paste**
1/4 cup canola oil 
1 lime, juiced
1/2 cup mayonnaise, divided
1 (6 oz) can crabmeat, drained well
2 scallions, finely chopped
1 avocado (+ 1-2 tsps lime juice)
Salt to taste
Panko (optional)


** Aji amarillo paste is an essential staple of the Peruvian pantry and an important ingredient in many recipes. Although it may be difficult to find, it is well worth the effort to have it on hand. Otherwise, try this recipe for making your own paste!






1. Boil the potatoes. Drain and cool until safe to handle, then peel and mash very well (no lumps!); 
2. Let cool then mix thoroughly with aji paste, canola oil, lime juice and 1/4 cup mayonnaise. Set aside;
3. In another bowl, mix crabmeat, 1/4 cup mayonnaise and scallions (if the mixture is too runny, add panko by tablespoons until thickened). Set aside;
4. In a separate bowl, mash avocado with lime juice and set aside;
5. Cover the inside of a bread loaf pan with enough plastic wrap so that it overhangs the edges;
6. Spread a smooth layer of mashed potato on the bottom of the pan, then add mashed avocado;
7. Add another layer of potato, then spread over with the crabmeat mix;
8. Spread remaining mashed potato; cover with plastic wrap, laying it directly on the potato;
9. Refrigerate for at least one hour before serving.

For the mango salsa

3 large plum tomatoes, diced small (about 3/4 - 1 cup)
1/4 cup sweet onion, diced small
1/2 mango, cut into small chunks
Cilantro, chopped fine
1 Tbsp lime juice
Salt to taste

Mix all ingredients together and refrigerate until ready to use.

To serve the causa:

1. Remove causa from the refrigerator and place a large plate over the top of the pan;
2. Carefully invert the pan and plate, allowing the causa to slide out; carefully peel the plastic wrap and smooth out any 'wrinkles' with a knife or spatula;
3. Spoon mango salsa on top, gently spreading it so that it covers the surface;
4. You may wish to allow guests to spoon it on their plates themselves as 'slicing' it is somewhat messy (chilling for several hours helps set it more firmly). Given time and patience, you may wish to plate individual portions using ramekins or ring molds. Serve immediately!


After the first taste, I'm sure you'll be saying, "¡Sumaq mikhuna!" (Quechua, "That was delicious!")