Mushaboom Mushaboom

Today’s interest is mushrooms, funghi. I’ve never been much of a mushroom fan, I’ve always made and enjoyed stuffed mushrooms, grilled portobellos and the like, but more often than not mushrooms are just not that appealing (to me anyways). I’ve only had stellar mushrooms a few times, once at an Asian restaurant where black trumpet mushrooms were mixed with some thai flavors and wrapped into a spring roll, the other was in Italy.

Mushrooms are a HUGE deal in Tuscany, especially the beloved Porcine (little piglet in Italian). The name makes sense, these short, stubby funghi are meaty, earthy, and ideal for any prep. Even in their dry form they cost an arm and a leg, but it’s worth it, the dry ones are like a umami bouillon, packed with more flavor than 20 fresh ones. Fresh is king when their in season tho, and there was one preparation I had which blew my mind and forced me to reconsider just how good these little guys can be. The cooking was so simple:

Smoking hot pan, little bit of oil, no salt until the end, and the addition of an herb, Nepitella, a form of thyme that taste like a mixture of mint, thyme, oregano, and rosemary all in one. This stuff is almost impossible to find in the states, but a mixture of said herbs or just one will still be delicious.

The dish was made by Martha Specht Corsi, a well known Fiorentino cook, who came to our school (Studio Art Centers International) in Firenze to give us a cooking lesson on some basic Tuscan dishes. Among the recipes were the ubiquitous Tuscan Chicken Liver Crostini, Gnocchi in Sage Butter, and this righteous mushroom recipe for crostini or on its own. Below is my interpretation of the dish, simple but elegant.
The mushrooms are so good it made me laugh, “why haven’t I been eating these more” I exclaimed, it was like a flavor homecoming and brought me back to my time in Piazza del Duomo cooking for all my roommates each night….good times. (that picture is from our bedroom, miss it)

Funghi alla Fiorentina

1 lb mushrooms (whatever’s in season, I found beautiful oysters and shiitakes –  see top pic)

2 garlic cloves, crushed

1-2 large sprigs of rosemary (or thyme, oregano, just something strong and earthy)

Lemon

Splash of Chicken Stock

S & P, Peperoncino (chili flake)

Use a heavy pan, preferably ceramic coated for optimal browning. Put the pan on med-high heat while you pull the mushrooms into uniform pieces, a little larger than bite sized. Pulling them apart is much more gentle on the shrooms, plus it adds to the rustic quality of this dish. Add just enough oil to barely coat the pan and toss in the crushed garlic, brown just slightly. Once the garlic is golden toss in the mushrooms and leave it alone…just walk away for a minute. You’ll want to mess with the pan but don’t do it man! The shrooms will develop a beautiful little crust if you just leave them alone for a minute or two. Don’t add salt either, that will release their water too fast and you’ll have boiled shrooms, weak sauce.

Once the shrooms start to brown, toss them around in the oil and allow to settle and brown more and more. Once they’ve reduced in size by almost half toss in the herbs and just enough chicken stock to deglaze the pan and pick up all the tasty bits on the bottom. Squeeze a little lemon juice in for a fresh kick and to wake everything up. Cook until all the liquid evaporates and mangia! Serve as a side or on crostini.

Trust me when I say this taste pretty damn close to the real thing, only difference is the lack of porcine and nepitella, but we can improvise. The result should be slightly chewy, garlicky, herb covered bits of mushroom browned to perfection. The texture is the best part, almost al dente, none of that soggy, rubbery garbage. There are hundreds of mushrooms to try, each with its own distinct look, flavor, and texture so stay tuned for more shroom goodness. Enjoy dudes.

Buon Natale Tutti

Happy Holidays everyone, welcome back after a long week of preparing and eating some great food. I hope that fat dude in the red suit brought you everything you wanted. Besides the many thoughtful gifts my holiday week was full of friends, family, music, and more food than I can remember…but I’ll try (it is a food blog anyways).

The reason I love the holidays is the anticipation of spending time with those I love and miss, not all the other mumbo jumbo. Fortunately, our friends began to arrive from far and wide early in the week and came by our place for beers, music, and wii bowling on xmas eve eve. I didn’t win the wii bowling tourney (damn you Swede) but we did enjoy some Brooklyn Boy’s Pizza, 4 actually, and an impromptu jam session.

Christmas Eve is the day I look forward to all year. Seafood is my favorite thing to cook with more varieties and flavors than any other group of proteins, this day full of nothing but water-born treasures is like a wet dream (get it?). The morning started off with pops picking me up at 9 to head to the Asian Market. With eyes half open, nine is early for some of us, we came to find the market closed till 10….weak! A few espresso’s later we were back at the Asian Market, 10:05, to find it packed. Luckily we knew exactly what we were looking for and called ahead the previous evening to make sure they’d have what we need. The Asian Market is like a culinary field trip worth it’s own post so I’ll save the marvelous wonders of that place for another time. Fish in hand, it was time to cook.

Pops dropped me off to prepare a few items I had to prep before heading to my parents house which I whipped thru Iron Chef stylee, making it to my parents by 1:30 with 3 dishes completed. Cooking with my brothers and father is always full of music, making fun of eachother (mostly my father), and creating a mess (mostly my father again), and this year was no different. Add in my mom calling out dozens of irrational requests for unnecessary items to be cleaned and you’ve got a pretty crazy atmosphere to cook in, luckily I’ve had 24 years of training in this place…

The menu always changes during the process too, with dishes being altered to whatever we did/did not pick up at the store or have the patience to make. As best I can remember, our menu for the evening was:

Antipasti:

Broiled/Pickled Sardines

Bacala Fritters

Chickpea Fritters

Anchovy Bread ( a family recipe we make every year)

Seafood Salad

Mussels Marinara

Stuffed Mushrooms

Bruschetta

Soup:

She Crab Soup

Pasta:

Linguine and Clams (new recipe, best ever)

Main Course:

Crab Cakes

Shrimp Oreganata

Stuffed Calimari

Black Sea Bass w/ fennel, orange, and balsamic (personal recipe, one of my faves)

Potato Croquettes

Fried Cauliflower

Rice & Beans (my dad made them for our Jamaican friend Wendy)

Garlic and Lemon Asparagus

That’s Matty, my nephew. Epic amounts of food, the last course wasn’t served until almost 10! Dessert had too many things to list, Meg’s mom made about 6 or 7 types of Italian cookies, there were cakes, fruit, you name it we had it. Best of all were Meg’s homemade black and white’s, along with a last espresso and plenty of struffole ( a sicilian honey-ball fritter my fams been making forever) it was exactly the xmas eve I was looking forward to.

Christmas day was much more laid back, only Megs and I, my brothers and parents enjoying antipast’ and a rib roast. Some more tunes, with the addition of a bass line thanks to Anthony’s new bass amp, and the holiday weekend was practically over.

It always a bummer when everyone has to depart and go there separate ways but  a majority of my out-of-town friends are sticking around thru the new year and coming to our house for an old fashion house party New Years Eve. That ish is potluck so stay tuned for those dishes, Buon Natale for the last time this decade!

Grazie NC

This is in no way an Italian recipe, rather my attempt at a Southern classic, but there’s a striking resemblance between these two seemingly strangers of cuisines. KISS. No, not the band, they’re terrible. Keep It Simple Stupid. That’s Italian cooking to me, don’t screw with the ingredient too much, let it shine on it’s own, that’s why you’re eating it. Southern cuisine is similar, basic dishes highlighting a seasonal and fresh product.

Among the Southern states I’m glad to live in what I consider the the best of them all, NC. Mountains, plains, coasts, we’ve got it all, and with each passing mile comes a new series of delicious products: venison and trout from the mountains, our outstanding pork and veggies from eastern NC, and an array of seafood off the coast. What’s better, these local delicacies are becoming more and more available to the greater public, making it easier to cook with products that not only taste better but are better for you and your farmers.

Whole Foods does a great job of supplying all sorts of local products to the masses for a “decent” price. Yeah, it’s more expensive, but usually by a dollar or more which I’m glad to pay for something I know wasn’t injected in the ass with hormones or worse…Yesterday a Boston Butt (pork shoulder) caught my eye, and for 3.98 a pound I got this gorgeous pink hunk of meat for less than 2 bush-league subway sammys. Below is a recipe for a slow cooked pork butt, my first try but definitely not my last as it was dern’ good:

Ingredients:

2-3lb Pork Shoulder (Boston Butt)

1 Dark Beer (Magic Hat Winter Brew worked like a champ)

Splash of Orange Juice or Ginger Ale (something with a little acidity)

1/4 cup Dark Brown Sugar

Chili Powder, Paprika, All Spice, Cinnamon, S&P (maybe a tsp of each…more for s&p)

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Combine the Beer and OJ (or other acidy liquid) in dutch oven and bring up to a low bubble. In the meantime, combine the brown sugar and other spices, along with plenty of salt and pepper and coat the Pork entirely. Allow it to sit for a few minutes so the sugar starts to melt a bit.

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Grill the Pork on all sides until a dark crust forms (Top Of Page). Add to the dutch oven with the liquid, making sure to roll the pork around so it’s covered in the beer mix. Cover and place into a 325 degree oven for 2-3 hours, or until the pork falls away from the bone and pulls apart easily with forks. Donezo! The Results will look like this:

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How easy was that, rub it in some stuff, grill it for a second, douse it in beer and walk away for a few hours. Boom, kick ass pulled pork for less than $10 and 5 extra beers to enjoy it with. I made some local Mahol, ( or Mahon, I forgot the name), Yams from southern NC. They were almost light pink and really creamy, without any of the typical strings found in your average sweet potato. I cut these guys into steak fry size and coated in some seasoning, then roasted them for an hour or so until crunchy on the outside, soft and tender on the inside. The grilling added a touch of smokiness to the whole dish, crucial for bbq in my opinion. It also beautifully caramelized the brown sugar which added to the overall sweetness of the meat and leftover broth. Once we pulled all the pork apart we placed it back into the cooking liquid for quick dunk and then devoured, too good.

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So keep it simple stupid, don’t over think things, just cook it quick (or simple and slow in this case) and eat it up. That’s living, and with all of the righteous products this state has to offer it shouldn’t be too hard. Grazie NC.

Kitchen Tunes

The kitchen is a regular concert hall, the bubbling of a pot of sauce, the snap of  a fresh celery stalk, the crackle and pop when you add basil or rosemary to hot oil, the hiss of tomatoes hitting the hot pan (above)…music to my ears. Only thing better is the addition of a few great albums, music that seems to go hand in hand with cooking in my opinion.

The only thing my family may know more about than cooking is music. We sing, play, and discuss music any time we’re together, especially around the table, and listen to album after album while preparing big meals. Here are a few of my personal favorites:

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The Beatles: Sgt. Peppres. There’s no band that reminds me more of my family than The Beatles. The album would be on, everyone singing along and waiting for the next song in anticipation while they prepared the days meal. We would watch Help! while our parents cooked, go in the basement and try to play the songs, and finish the night eating sfogliatelle and sipping coffee while “In My Life” played softly in the background, everyone discussing the dishes and which were best. Absolutely Priceless.

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Rolling Stones: Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out. Just an all out great album, the Stones at their best. Reminds me of my Uncle Anthony who sings “Sympathy for the Devil” almost better than Jagger.

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Louis Prima: The Wildest. A greatest hits kind of album, it’s a feel good album full of Italian classics that would make anyone feel like cooking. I’ll throw this on when I’m making dinner on Sunday, sipping  sangiovese out of a juice glass and waiting for the inevitable call from my parents explaining they’ll be late…typical.

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Allman Brothers: Live at the Fillmore East. This was a staple during the summer when Brooks and Andy, the other two members of our summer band “Rockamole”, would come over to grill out and practice before open mic. The name says it all, this album is great for getting the juices flowing before you play. Reunion tour is happening over the X-Mas holiday break!

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Lastly is a recent album by an East Coast group, The Low Anthem. It’s a great collection of cool, mellow harmonies on one side, upbeat percussion heavy tunes on the other. Easy listening and fun to cook to. Hoping these guys tour in the area soon.

Music belongs in the kitchen, and it’s a great venue for listening to an entire new album you’ve never heard. I could pick albums all day, but those should keep you busy until I post about some more in the near future. Let me know what your kitchen soundtrack is like.

Hey Fichi, You’re So Fine

You’re so fine you blow my mind, hey fichi (clap clap, clap). Morning everyone. I’ve woken up the past two mornings with a stupid  head cold, this morning was the worst so far so I needed a pick me up. Luckily we still have some leftover semolina bread Meg’s mom brought over for dinner Sunday so I wipped up some toast, but not just ordinary toast. Fig Jam Toast! Thus, I felt it fitting to post about this shy and often under appreciated fruit, an underdog if you will: The Fig.

Fichi (fee-kee in Italian) have become one of my favorite all-purpose ingredients. Strangly, I can’t think of a more Italian ingredient. My parents and grandparents would tell me about the fig trees their parents had in the small backyards of their Queens and Brooklyn brownstones. My Father-in-Law’s family had one and my Uncle Rick has a beautiful one we would play under as kids. Besides being a token of good luck the fruit is one of the most complex, aromatic little treats you can find. As I said, they’re an all purpose ingredient, perfect for sweet or savory dishes.

Megs knows I love them, so she bought me a big carton full the other week. My usual preparation is to simply halve and grill them, topping with a little honey and going to town, maybe some sweetened ricotta, perfetto! It’s been getting cold tho so my grilling has stopped somewhat for the season. No worries tho, I had a back up plan for these little babies. Fig Jam. I had seen a picture of some in a Sicilian cookbook at B&N but the book was too expensive as usual so I left it….but I remembered the image. Below is my version:

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Ingredients:

8-10 Large, Ripe Figs (Turkish or otherwise)

1 Large Navel Orange

1/4 Cup Brown Sugar

Quarter the figs. Zest the orange making sure to get only the skin, not the pith. Add the figs, orange zest and the juice of said orange to a small sauce pan. Cook on med-low until the figs begin to break down and the mix thickens. Add the brown sugar and cook low, an hour or less, until the figs are completely broken apart and almost all the moisture is reduced. Basically, it should look like jam. Jar it up and you’re golden.

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I have always hated jams, I’d rather just have the fruit alone, plus they always seemed overly sweet. This stuff, however, is subtly sweet with a deep, intense flavor full of figgy goodness and a bite of citrus. A perfect way to start of a morning feeling like a crumpled dollar bill.

I made a dish this Sunday for the family full of fig, but I want to tweak the recipe a bit more so I’ll get back to you with a savory dish. In the mean time, Fig season is over but a lot of the grocery stores are selling their last cartons for dirt cheap. Always check that they’re not spoiled tho, they are so soft they have a tendency of over-ripening quickly in those little plastic cartons.  Pick some up and get your minds blown (clap clap, clap).

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