Archive for June, 2008

These Are Not Beans

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

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(Vegetarian, almost-vegan, gluten-free)

Which means this just barely counts as a post, but I had to show these to you.

They’re not beans, and they’re not watermelon either. Looks like it though, doesn’t it? Nope, they’re radishes.

I had forgotten I had planted them. My first crop of root veggies had been sheared to the ground early on, not by rabbits, nor mice, but dogs. The dogs that share my yard want to be vegetarians. It’s a cause I can applaud and so, undeterred, I re-sowed beets and chard (and put up a dog-repelling fence) but not radishes, since they are an early-spring, cool-season crop.

Apparently these Chinese Red Meat radish seeds were kicking back in the soil from my earlier planting. Sometime around May, something inspired them to sprout among the other greens gone wild.

I was rooting around out there for beets when I found them, their white roots heaving from the soil. I had forgotten what to expect then, but even if I’d known, I still would have gasped out loud when the knife revealed their inner flesh.

The calm ruddy skin of these radishes utterly belies their shockingly pink centers. The delicate white tines that reach toward the rind are so precise and purposeful. And the taste! Sweet, crisp, with no hint of bitterness. This is a radish that a child could love!

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And I suppose since I made you visit, I should offer you a recipe. So I’ll share what I had in mind when I went looking for beets in the first place.

Deborah Madison makes me think of beets. I expect that’s because she was the first to make me reconsider that vinegary pickled much-feared UFO (the f is for food-like) from my childhood. It had never occurred to me that they could be eaten fresh instead of out of an inky jar. Or roasted, or sautéed, or grilled. Turns out all this is possible, and more. To Deborah M I will always be thankful.

And so, the reverse is also true: she makes me think of beets, and beets make me think of Deborah Madison. So when I’m flush with beets I inevitably go rifling through my sauce-splattered copy of Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone.

This stunning beet risotto is adapted from her book. I’ve changed a few things here and there, but not enough to mention. Mostly, I dialed up the saturation: red wine, scarlet “greens”, and bloody beets.

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I purchased the heirloom beet seed from Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds(and the radishes too). This variety is called Bull’s Blood, and having wrangled with these beets in my kitchen, I can say that I never want to see a bullfight. These little root bulbs are prolific juice makers, and their deep violet leaves, rich in folate and manganese, are visually striking on the plate. The beet is sweet, creamy and not overly-earthy (the way beets can sometimes be), and the baby greens make a dramatic addition to salad.

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The Recipe

Beet Risotto with Purple Greens

6 cups vegetable stock
1 tablespoon butter
2 tablespoons olive oil
3 small spring onion bulbs, chopped
1 spring garlic stem, or 4 garlic chives, chopped
1 ½ cups Arborio rice
½ cup dry red wine
3 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped
3 tablespoons fresh basil, chopped
3 medium beets, peeled and grated
3 cups of greens – use the beet greens, and if you need to make up the difference, you can add chard, kale or spinach.
Salt and pepper to taste
¾ cup fresh grated Parmesan
Zest and juice of one lemon

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Bring stock to a simmer on the stove. In another large, wide-bottomed stock pot, heat the butter and olive oil, then add the onion and garlic and cook on medium heat until translucent, about 2 minutes. Add the rice, stir to coat it, and cook for 1 minute.

Add red wine, stir, and simmer until it is absorbed. Stir in the parsley, basil, and beets, plus some salt and pepper to taste. Combine well, then add 2 cups of the stock, cover and cook at an energetic simmer until the liquid is absorbed.

Begin adding the remaining stock at ½ cup increments, stirring constantly until each addition has been absorbed. When you have a half cup left, add the chopped beet greens. When the last ½ cup is absorbed, stir in ½ cup of Parmesan cheese. Taste for salt and pepper, and sprinkle with remaining Parmesan. Garnish with parsley and serve.

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Quick Chili Sans Carne, with Anasazi Cave Beans

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

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(Vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free)

I realize that it’s the middle of summer. From where I stand it’s a humid 85 degrees and climbing, and I know that in Tucson, where I have at least two readers, it’s 106 degrees at 10:00 at night. Not exactly chili weather, true.

But I’ve been asked to contribute a bean recipe to a magazine article, and though the article won’t run until October all recipes were due this week, so this is what we’re having tonight. And anyway, I can’t think of a better showcase for the little jewel called Anasazi Cave Bean.

This bean is the reason I’m obsessed with seeds.

Imagine it. A cave, nearly hidden, high inside a glacier-carved, wind-sanded canyon wall in New Mexico. Outside the cave, the sun has scorched everything to red; inside it’s cool, dark, and quiet. The only sounds are those you and your fellow archeologists make as you gently scrape the sugar-dusted sandstone walls, each echo stirring up memories that can’t possibly belong to you, of times when ice sheets groaned their way across the belly of this canyon.

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On the underside of a ledge protruding from a dusty wall, your knuckles rake gravel and clay and then, something more deliberate. Its purposeful shape catches your senses, and you gently pull it out. It’s a tiny pot, formed from the clay of these very walls.

It’s sealed tightly, impossibly, with tar. Later, you’ll learn that it’s pine pitch, but for now you struggle to pry the beaded, rocklike substance off. It must have been here a very long time.

At last and with a weary, crackling sound, the tar gives and the pot’s lid slides sideways. Three pebbles tumble into your open palm. They are an oblong shape, speckled with white and mahogany spots, and unlike any of the stones you’ve encountered in this desert terrain. But no, not pebbles. They’re seeds. Bean seeds.

The seed found in that clay pot was ferried to a lab, where carbon dating revealed that it had been sitting in that high, dry enclave in the desert for nearly 1,500 years. The seed’s finder, always pushing the envelope, hid one in her pocket. Later, she did exactly what this bean’s original cultivators did, the only thing there was to do: she planted it.

It grew.

And from this leap of faith came the seed crop that today I’m nurturing in my garden, and the seeds that we’re having in our chili sans carne.

This is one version of how the Anasazi cave bean was rescued as it dangled from the bridge of extinction. Some believe that this is merely apocryphal, but I’ve always believed it was true. Seeds are like that.

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And now it seems that there’s reason for belief.

Recently, news sources carried a story about a 2,000-year-old date palm seed. Recovered from the ancient Jewish fortress of Masada near the Dead Sea, it has become the oldest seed in the world to have germinated successfully.

The seed was found with two others during archeological excavations in the 1960s. Radiocarbon dating showed that the seeds were formed sometime between 206BC and AD24. To put this in perspective, that was just before the Romans laid siege to Masada in AD72.

The seed was stored for two decades, and recently, as part of a science experiment of sorts, it was planted. It’s now a fledging tree, just four inches tall and sporting five palmate leaves (a sixth was removed for DNA testing).

I don’t really have words to convey the magnitude of such things, but maybe I don’t need them. Perhaps you’re as stunned and awestruck, with a rebellious sort of hope that’s attached to nothing in particular, stirring inside of you. Probably this rebellion is just a quiet empathy. How determined must a life force be, to hang on, hang on, across geologic periods?

If you need to know more, here’s a link to the story as reported in the Los Angeles Times, complete with photos of the date palm seedling:

And thank you, Gilda, a reader from Canada (who has been cooking beans for years and who once received a personal letter from MK Fisher). Gilda sent me this link to the story as it ran in The Independent (a newspaper that Simon has a fondness for):

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The recipe:

There are lots of stories about the Anasazi people, those high-cliff cave dwelling people from New Mexico and Arizona, and those stories are fodder for my speculation about the beans. Could those beans have been hidden away from scavengers, or was someone planning to come back for them after the winter season? Did they have some other, symbolic meaning, being preserved in a pot and sealed so deliberately? An offering, even?

It’s impossible to know, and impossible for me not to wonder as I’m eating my chili, or running my fingers through any of these heirloom beans, these miraculous, tenacious survivors of epochs. No wonder I love beans.

Practically speaking, the Anasazi bean is meatier than a lot of beans, and dry (perhaps it took on the qualities of its climate). Though they are a gorgeous red-jewel speckled white, when they are cooked they fade to an even reddish-brown. The pot liquor (the cooking water) doesn’t yield much information about the bean’s taste – it’s a mild, earthy smelling liquid that doesn’t match up to the bean’s sturdy presence. This bean doesn’t get lost in the riot of flavors that go into chili, and since it also holds its shape, it’s an ideal bean.

This mildly spicy chili looks like it has many ingredients, but a well-stocked spice bin is the key to transforming any quick and easy dish into something noteworthy. The secret here is to layer flavors by combining fresh and dried chilis for a rich and complex flavor.

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Another tip for added flavor – sauté the seasoning in the oil, along with the vegetables, rather than simply stirring it in later. The hot oil brings out the brightest flavors, a trick I learned from Indian cooking.

Quick Chili Sans Carne, with Anasazi Cave Beans

3 tablespoons olive oil
½ large white onion, diced
6 cloves garlic, minced
1 red bell pepper
½ fresh jalapeno pepper, seeds removed
1 pound Match ground pork meat alternative (note; if you use animal protein in this recipe instead, you’ll need less cooking oil)
2 tablespoons mild packaged chili seasoning mix
2 teaspoons ground coriander
1 teaspoon sweet paprika
1 teaspoon Mexican oregano
½ teaspoon whole dried chipotles, ground
2 tablespoons ground cumin
2 ½ cups red beans, cooked (about 15 ounces)
1 28 ounce can diced tomatoes
12 ounces tomato puree
½ bottle light bodied beer, like Corona
1 teaspoon salt
4 shakes of liquid smoke

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In large stock pot over medium heat, heat oil and then sauté onion, garlic, bell and jalapeno pepper for two minutes. Stir in chili seasoning, coriander, cumin, paprika, oregano and ground dried chipotles. Let cook for two minutes longer. Add Match vegetarian pork sausage and stir well. Cook for three minutes more, stirring occasionally.

Add beans, diced tomatoes, tomato puree and beer. Stir and bring to a simmer. Reduce heat and let cook for 10 minutes. Add salt and liquid smoke and let simmer for another 10 minutes.

Three Bean Salad with Spring Herbs

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

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I hate 3 bean salad.

You know the dish. That soggy, cloying concoction of tired ingredients wallowing in pools of harsh vinegar. Jaundiced wax beans and red ones the color of organ meat. Bleh. It’s the fruitcake of the potluck, the ubiquitous picnic guest.

Thank god my parents weren’t as impassioned about three bean salad as they were about mashed potatoes (a dish I’ll have to revisit here sometime, because even now I gag on it), or I’d still be sitting at that splintered table while a whole new generation of kids went diving into the pool.

(How about you? Which foods earned you a throne at the midnight table?)

So today I’ve set out to redeem the dish, mostly by overhauling it. I started by eliminating the things that my seven-year-old self just couldn’t stomach. Back then, it just looked like punishment on a plate; my grown-up palate, a bit more discerning, points at the sugar-exacerbated cider vinegar, for starters. Not to mention the mushy, mealy, sodiumized beans and the onion flavor like a punch in the mouth.

The Recipe

Instead I’ve gone with balsamic vinegar, which is softer and sweet enough by itself to cancel the need to add sweetener. In fact, this version is all about softness. I’ve replaced the pungent seasonings with spring onion, spring garlic, and garlic chives. These delicacies, available during an already-closing seasonal window, contribute a gentle, balanced allium flavor without making people avoid you for days after.

In lieu of the traditional hodgepodge of dried and miscellaneous Italian seasoning, I went mono-herbalistic: French Tarragon (and make sure it’s French and not Russian or Mexican). Though it has a striking flavor, French tarragon is incredibly versatile, pairing well with almost any salad dressing, as well as with most veggies, particularly asparagus, fresh beans and leafy greens like spinach and chard. Plus, I’ve never met a fish-tarragon combo that I didn’t like.

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Tarragon is often described as having a “licorice” flavor, but that’s wrong. The flavor is distinctively singular – aromatic, piney, a bit acidic and earthy. Though it will thrive all summer, like so many garden things, it’s perfect right now, so snip away.

In the name of not blowing all my heirloom beans in one recipe, this multi-bean dish sports just one rare legume. The Vermont cranberry is, I suppose technically a kidney type bean, but when cooked it turns a very polite pink. There are many varieties of heirloom cranberry beans; this one, from Seed Saver’s Exchange, originated in New England and has been around since before the 1870s. Tastewise, it has a sweeter, milder flavor than many beans.

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Finally, I threw in some fresh green beans and fresh peppers, for crunch. Neither is yet available from my garden, nor anywhere locally, so I did the next best thing and bought organic.

So here’s wishing you perfect picnic weather and perfectly edible dishes at your potluck! Happy Solstice (almost) and Happy Full Moon (just barely waning today). Get out there and howl at the moon in this cusp-of-the-season moment!

Three Bean Salad with Vermont Cranberry Beans and Tarragon
½ cup citrusy extra virgin olive oil
¼ cup balsamic vinegar
¼ cup course grain mustard
3 tablespoons chopped fresh French tarragon
1 spring onion – the white bulb and the chives
1 bulb spring garlic
2 small garlic chives, chopped
¼ teaspoon salt
2 cups cooked Vermont cranberry beans (you may substitute any red bean)
1 cup cooked garbanzo beans (aka chickpeas)
2 cups organic fresh green beans, ends snapped and beans cut into thirds and then steamed (see below)
1 sweet red Italian pepper, or several small sweet peppers, sliced thinly

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In a bowl, whisk together the olive oil, and vinegar. Add the tarragon, onion and garlic bulbs, the chives and the salt. Whisk or shake to combine.

In a large bowl combine the cranberry beans, garbanzos, fresh steamed green beans and the peppers. Pour the vinegar-mustard-tarragon dressing over beans and stir well to coat. Chill and serve cold.

Enjoy, and then don’t miss the after-lunch swim. And remember, it’s a myth that you have to wait an hour after eating before you jump in the pool!

Tips:

To preserve freshness, texture and nutrition, lightly steam the fresh green beans instead of blanching them. If you don’t have a steamer, fill the bottom of a pot with water and place a small metal colander inside, keeping it just above the water. Bring water to a boil, then add cut beans to colander and let steam for five minutes. Remove from steam and immediately run under cold water to prevent further softening.

Cranberry beans have a sweeter, richer flavor than a lot of beans, but beware: I overcooked my first batch and they lost that sweetness and became bland, starchy and crumbly, so keep an eye on them while they boil.

To get the most flavor from your French tarragon, first chop the leaves into small pieces with scissors. Then place them in a mortar and pestle and lightly bruise the leaves to release flavor and aroma.

The stone ground mustard is the only sharp flavor in this dish, so adjust the amount to your preference. Because I preferred a milder dish, I used not quite ¼ of a cup, but you can use as much as 1/3 of a cup if you like it a bit stronger.

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Edward helps herself to my garlic chives. She (hey, it happens. She looked like a he when we got her) loves to help in the kitchen.

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Book Review — Heirloom: Notes from an Accidental Tomato Farmer

Friday, June 13th, 2008

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Heirloom: Notes from an Accidental Tomato Farmer, by Tim Stark
Broadway Books (available July 15, 2008)
ISBN: 978-0767927062
Price: $24.00 (U.S.)

Tim Stark may be a farmer extraordinaire, a curator of the living museum of tomato history, an astute-eyed, quick-thinking dumpster diver, and a bit of a curmudgeon with a whole lot of Tom Sawyer mixed in, but above all this, he is a story teller.

From the opening pages of Heirloom: Notes From an Accidental Tomato Farmer, which actually contained the phrase “this jungle of sumptuous, mismatched love apples”, I knew that I was in the hands of a master of language. And indeed, Tim Stark was narrowly rescued from the life of a starving writer in New York by the life of a seasonally flush farmer with a truck patch. He’d been a struggling fiction writer wrestling existentially in Brooklyn before taking up the spade. Or, as he sums up the birth of his farming life: Out in the (Brooklyn) street one wintry March evening, pacing and frothing over poverty, injustice, and those politely worded impersonal rejection letters that quarterlies dispense the way banks hand out toasters, I came upon a trash dumpster loaded with basement scraps.

And the rest is written in the dirt.

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