March 17, 2010

Farm Envy – My Visit to Frog Hollow Farm

I spent this past summer in New York, and one of the things I missed the most about San Francisco was my ready access to fruit from Frog Hollow Farms–their peaches in particular, which are the best peaches I’ve ever had.  Their nectarines are also amazing, and I feel I should mention here that when one of my NYC co-workers went to San Francisco on a visit, she brought back to New York a huge bag of Frog Hollow Farm nectarines.  When one of my other co-workers tried a slice, he exclaimed, “Oh my God–what is that???”, as he reached for more.  A third co-worker answered, “They’re nectarines.  That’s what fruit is supposed to taste like.”

Sigh.  Yes, that is what fruit is supposed to taste like.  And maybe if I could have found comparable fruit in New York, I wouldn’t have been quite so homesick for San Francisco.  At the time I was doing an unpaid internship, so I couldn’t afford to have the fruit shipped to me on the other coast.  But I have been back in San Francisco for several months, and I’ve spent much of that time longing for summer, when I will spend every Saturday stocking up on the luscious peaches from Frog Hollow Farm.

In the meantime, I attended the farm’s first ever “Blossom Festival” on Sunday, March 14.  It was an event that could have been steeped in either PR or even propaganda, but instead, I felt like those of us in attendance were all cousins of Farmer Al Courchesne; as he gave us a tour of his 130 acre farm (an enterprise that began with a humble thirteen acres), it felt as though he was showing relatives who’d arrived for a family reunion what changes he’d made to the ol’ homestead.  In short, he and his wife Becky and their wonderful staff were warm and hospitable and fun to be around.  Plus, wherever you looked, your gaze was met with pure gorgeousness.

The tour started near a little grove of citrus trees.  Farmer Al told us that they are experimenting to see what citrus varieties will do well in the Brentwood climate. So far, they have had good success with Golden Nugget tangerines and Meyer lemons. That windmill helps to keep the citrus from freezing on the occasional very cold winter night.  (It moves the air around, thereby warming the fruit.)

As we moved a little further, Farmer Al pointed out Frog Hollow Farms’ packing facility (pictured here behind rows of nectarine trees).  The packing shed is where the farm staff box the fruit for delivery to CSA members, farmer’s markets, and some local Whole Foods stores.

The sun was shining, blossoms were everywhere. Pretty much my perfect day.

This little tag is part of the farm’s moth protection plan. Since they are an organic farm, they use no pesticides. The tag emits fake moth pheromones, confusing the male moths; they show up, but can’t figure out where the female moths are because in every tree, the air is thick with the pheromones. Basically, the male moths get confused and leave, as frustrated as they were when they arrived. Incidentally, moths are bad because they hatch larvae that grow into worms that eat the fruit.

The materials we received noted multiple times that visitors should not forget to bring their cameras.  I think you can see why.

A long line of older peach trees. Believe it or not, each one of these trees yields about a hundred pounds of fruit. Aren’t they beautiful?

Close-ups of the flowers because I love them, and because it turns out these flowers look this way because this is a very old peach tree. A younger version of the same variety, which you see below, has smaller, frillier flowers.

Here is a close-up of the younger trees’ flowers. See how feathery they are?   They almost remind me of iceplant blooms.

Here are the younger trees. It takes three “leaf cycles” (three leaf and flowering seasons, basically) for the trees to produce fruit that we can eat.  These trees were, I believe, five to eight years old.

Something you learn about Al right away is that he prefers to have “ground cover” at all times because it makes for healthier soil.  This may very well be the secret to the luscious taste of the Frog Hollow Farms peaches.  (I am not at all exaggerating when I say you will never eat a better peach!)

Farmer Al is super in love with the Flavor King variety pluot. I have to say, their blooms smelled lovely! Slightly like honey, slightly fruity and floral…heavenly.  The same blooms flavored the ice cream that topped our dessert, giving it a wonderful honey-like flavor.

And yes, I did take a picture of dessert.

A few other scenes from the day:

Bee box! These provide nesting opportunities for solitary native bees. I had no idea that most bees actually live pretty solitary lives, and that they don’t build hives.  But I was able to learn these things because the featured guest at the Blossom Festival was UC Berkeley professor Dr. Gordon Frankie who, incidentally, has a very cool site providing information on designing an “Urban Bee Garden.”   Al is dedicated to populating his orchards with lots of varieties of native bees, and right now he has more than eighty varieties that help pollinate the Frog Hollow Farm fruit trees.  Many thanks to these little pollinators!

Also on display were the last of the meyer lemons:

This might be a good time to mention that I bought some Meyer Lemon Marmalade while I was at the farm, and it is spectacular.  It is not at all bitter like most marmalade, and it has the loveliest texture–smooth, almost silky.  When I was paying for it, a woman next to me asked one of the farm staff, “Now, what would you do with that?”, pointing at my marmalade.  In my head I was thinking, “Um…eat it out of the jar with a spoon?” because…well…that’s what I knew I’d be doing with mine.  To me, that marmalade is just too good to mix with something else.  This weekend, I’m going to try to make a thumbprint cookie that I can fill with teaspoonfuls of the marmalade once the cookies have cooled.  I really want to showcase the preserves because the flavor is just so amazing.

But if I can’t bake up a worthy-enough cookie, then by God I will eat that marmalade straight out of the jar, and I won’t feel the least bit bad about it.

Finally, chickens!  All those little legs you see behind the chickens–the kids.  These birds were incredibly popular with the little ones, who flocked (ha!) to the chickens as soon as they spied them in their coop.

When I was leaving, Al mentioned that they are planning to have another, similar event this summer.  At first I thought, “But it won’t be the same without all the blooms!”, till I realized that this summer, the trees will be full of fruit instead of flowers!  I pined away for those peaches all last summer; how awesome it would be to see them nestled on their branches, waiting to be picked.

March 14, 2010

Reading My Fortune in the Tea Leaf Salad

My good friend Jackie is pretty into astrology; she consults astrologer Susan Miller, and frequently peppers our conversations with advice, insight, and predictions from Ms. Miller’s daily horoscopes.

I tend to be a bit of a cynic; I’ve always been a “see it to believe it” kind of girl, so I tease Jackie all the time about her love of astrology, but the truth is, I love that Jackie is so into it; it’s one of the things that makes Jackie Jackie, just like my cynicism is one of the things that makes me me.  And being that someone has to believe in something, I’m glad Jackie believes in the guidance of the stars–better that than to “believe” that a space ship is coming to take the chosen few off to some distant galaxy, or to “believe” that our president is trying to overhaul health care so that he can kill the nation’s elderly.  But I digress.

So earlier this week, when I got some good news, Jackie was quick to contextualize it in terms of what the stars “say” about the month of March and what it will bring a little Taurus like me.  I can’t remember everything exactly, but I think it was something about Leo’s house moving in to Mercury’s retrograde.  Also, something was “rising,” but I don’t remember what.  I just remember the “take-away,” because it was largely positive, seeming to indicate that the changes I’ve been working toward in my life might now, as Leo rose over Mercury’s best friend, be materializing.

Or, as my friend Katie might put it, “Everything’s comin’ up Sarah!”

But fast forward two days, to Friday, when whatever exciting-positive-energy streak I was on came to a sudden halt.  First, someone close to my family passed away, and really, that’s all anyone needs to end a positive-energy-high.

But then a bunch of little things started to happen, too.  My phone started freaking out, shutting itself off constantly and not wanting to stay on, even though it’s fully charged–frustrating, when you’re applying for jobs and therefore needing things like your phone to be able to work in case job-giving people call.  Then, during a super brief trip to the market in a truck from my car share, I bumped a parked car, causing minor damage (this was after I had to go a full twenty-two blocks out of my way to put gas in the car because the person who used the truck before me didn’t, even though that person was supposed to have done so).

So there seems to be this little bad-karma domino thing happening to me, but this morning on my run, I decided that, despite yesterday’s crappy streak, things would be OK.  (Endorphins have a way of messing with your brain like that; one minute you’re thinking, “Maybe things will work out,” then the next, when the adrenaline really starts surging, you’re planning your campaign for “world leader of everything” and drafting your Nobel Prize acceptance speech in your head.)

So yeah, endorphins are great.  I finished my run, went to the market, and was nearly to the bus on my way back when I realized I had kicked something.  I looked down to see what it was, and it turned out to be a giant pile of dog crap.  And I was in sandals.  So once again, someone didn’t do the responsible thing, picking up after their dog, and I had to pay for it.  I don’t know what annoys me more–the fact that I got dog crap all over my toes (and the front of my sandal), or the fact that this whole scene is like a cliche from some really lame movie: Look the main character’s day is so bad, that she just stepped in a pile of dog crap!  If it had started raining right at that moment, I would have had to listen just to be sure there wasn’t some emo soundtrack playing in the background.

Naturally, I texted Jackie and told her that her astrologers needed to recalibrate themselves; this energy wasn’t good at all, and in fact, it was (quite literally) shitty.

Somehow I decided that the only way to uncross my stars was to order takeout from B Star, a Burmese bistro-style restaurant in my neighborhood.  B Star is the less cool cousin of Burma Superstar, the super popular Burmese restaurant where every night a giant throng of people will be waiting in the (often very cold and windy) San Francisco air for a table.  These people don’t wait outside of B Star, partly because B Star takes reservations, so there’s no need to wait out in front, and partly because B Star somehow has failed to develop the same hipster cache as Burma Superstar, despite the fact that it offers many of the same dishes, and even better desserts.

Unlike many a place hipsters like to flock, Burma Superstar is actually deserving of its reputation.  From the savory garlic and wine braised pea shoots to the hearty pork and pumpkin stew, nearly everything at Burma Superstar is fantastic, especially what is probably its most famous dish, the tea leaf salad.

Tea Leaf Salad Says: Things are lookin' up!

What can I tell you about the tea leaf salad?  It’s lettuce, and tomatoes, and lots and lots of little crunchy things, from the toothsome peanuts and sunflower kernels, to sesame seeds and fried garlic.  Yes, that’s right: Slices of garlic, fried to a nutty brown, provide flavor and the most unbelievable crunch to this salad.  Then there are the fermented tea leaves, somewhat reminiscent of a pickled something, but with a tangier punch.  The wait staff mix the salad at your table, squeezing a lemon over the whole thing.

I have yet to introduce someone to the tea leaf salad who doesn’t end up loving it.  Often people take their first bite and are not sure what to make of it–not sure if they like it; yet they keep going back for another taste.  And another.  By the time there’s nothing left, these people have moved from being non-committal to wondering why the salad is all gone and if we could order another one.  It’s just an experience, this dish–an explosion of all kinds of flavors and textures; it is the perfect salad.

So you can see why I might crave something like this, on a day when it seems like Leo has turned against me, kicked Mercury out of his backyard and told whatever planet was rising to just knock it off.  I realize most experts advise against turning to food to solve one’s problems, but is that really what I’d be doing?  I mean, if I was thinking food could solve my problems, I’d be trying to offer my car share a nice batch of muffins in place of the insurance deductible I now owe.  (Note to car share: I make really good muffins.  Do you like cherry and almond together? Holla atcha girl!)

Anyway, if I’ve had a crappy day and I’m craving tea leaf salad, then tea leaf salad I shall have, dang it!

And so I did; I got it from B Star because they have it there, and I could pick it up without having to weave my way through the clot o’ hipsters hogging the sidewalk in front of Burma Superstar.  With the salad, I also got another of my favorite things, a ginger lemonade, which is the most delightful beverage I’ve ever had.  Very gingery, a little lemony; I know ginger is supposed to be good for the tummy, but I’ve often wondered if it has any effect on mood because every sip of this ginger lemonade seems to release a flood of oxytocin in my brain.

Ginger Lemonade Says: To drink me is to love me; it's the oxytocin!

I hate to be all Bette Midler “Wind beneath My Wings” about it and say that I had the tea leaf salad and all is right with the world.  I’m still sad for my brother-in-law having lost his mother, and worried about how much money I’ll have to pay for the car scrape-up.  But it would feel just as wrong to have eaten this wonderful meal and sipped my very favorite drink in all the world and not feel at least a little bit grateful.  I don’t know what Susan Miller would have to say about this little black cloud that seems to come along lately, but there is clearly a little bit of happiness floating around, too.  I can see it in the fermented tea leaves.

February 28, 2010

California Grown

The citrus at my farmer’s market right now is downright glorious: the oranges and lemons are at the peak of their season, full of flavor and heavy with juice.  So of course, I’m buying a lot of both, as I did today.  When I got home and put the fruit into my fruit bowl, I could not resist taking a photo.  The colors are so deep and bright, a wonderful counterpoint to the clouds that began gathering outside.

Here’s the photo.

Navel oranges, Lisbon variety lemons, California (!) mangoes

The other fruit you see are mangoes–grown here, in California!  I love mangoes.  I love their complex flavor–a little bit sweet, a little bit bitter, spicy, exotic.  I love the way their flesh feels and how sticky it is.  I try to buy locally grown everything, and I’m fortunate to live in California, where I can find local varieties of nearly every food I like to eat. The one exception has been the mangoes: While pounds upon pounds of the fruit from places like Peru and Ecuador are everywhere right now, I have not been able to get my hands on any locally-grown varieties.  So when I saw these babies today, I openly squealed with delight.  As you can see, they are small, but I am so excited to try them!  Once I have done so, I will report back on their flavor in terms of how these mangoes compare to the imported ones.

Today’s other exciting purchase was my first half-dozen eggs from pasture-raised chickens.  I’ve been buying eggs labeled “cage free” for a while, but have come to question whether “cage free” really means anything.  The chickens could be cage free, but possibly still crammed together in an enclosed chicken coop, never seeing the light of day, which isn’t much more of a life.  Farmers who raise chickens have begun bringing eggs to sell at the market, and today I decided to buy some.  And yes, I took a picture of them.  I’m not sure how interesting this photo will be to other people, but I am including it anyway because I just really loved the subtle variations of soft brown among the eggs (and the one really light egg that, if it were a dress fabric or a paint chip, would likely be called…well…”eggshell”).

Anyway, here they are:

Eggs from pasture-raised chickens. I'm trying to avoid saying I'm "eggsited" about them. Sorry...temptation got the best of me.

I am thinking I might make a souffle with the eggs; if I do, I will write about it and include the recipe.  My normal inclination would be toward making a chocolate souffle, but since I want to be able to really taste the eggs, I’m thinking perhaps a lemon one instead.

In the meantime, I’m looking forward to lots of lemon zest, to thick slices of sweet orange, and to having a go at those mangoes.

February 25, 2010

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

I’m not exactly sure why, but there is something irresistible to me about lemons.  When they become so abundant that they seem to take over the farmer’s market, I load up on them and make as many lemon desserts as I can.  As a kid, I was never much for any lemon-based treat (why choose a fruit when chocolate is an option?), but now I love desserts made with lemon–its pungent tang was made to be tempered with sugar; in fact, it’s when you add sugar to lemon juice or lemon zest that the real lemon flavor comes out in full. Keep reading →

February 25, 2010

MTV’s Baby Mama Drama: 16 and Pregnant’s Second Season Is Thus Far a Labor of Loathe

Tyler and Catelynn: Putting the "function" in dysfunctional

The new season of the MTV program 16 and Pregnant is two episodes old, and so far, it’s mostly making me pine for the young women profiled in the show’s first season.  The series follows several teen girls as they navigate a world in which the two most hormonally volatile times in a woman’s life–pregnancy and the teen years– collide in dramatic, often troubling ways.  What made the first season of the show so compelling was how well it captured the struggles of teen parenthood; and in most of the stories, viewers could find themselves crossing their fingers, hoping for the best for these young moms and their babies.  What the second season of the show lacks so far is this point of connection between viewer and subject, the humanity that makes the audience care about the person being profiled on the show. Keep reading →

February 12, 2010

My (Mostly) Unprocessed Life

Since the year began, I have been trying to eat as little processed food as possible. My decision is the result of a variety of concerns–concerns about what processed food could be doing to my health, and concerns over the environmental impact of the production. And truth be told, Michael Pollan’s books The Omnivore’s Dilemma and In Defense of Food went a long way toward convincing me that whole foods are the way to go.

This new lifestyle (and, indeed, it often feels like just that–a lifestyle) isn’t a complete redesign of my life; I’ve been an enthusiastic home cook and baker for as long as I can remember, and already cooked most of my dinners myself. Still, for lunch I often relied on “Healthy Choice” frozen foods or canned soup, but going “whole foods” on my food meant that I would have to think about what to prepare not just for dinner, but for lunch as well. Keep reading →

January 26, 2010

Slow Food for the Baker’s Soul

Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sophistechate/3335477703/

For most, kindergarten is a time of adventure and fun, of field trips and naptime, of making things out of construction paper and crayon, chunky paste and marking pens.  Kindergarten marks a time of firsts: first words you could read, first time you successfully tied your own shoes, first friends that you made outside of your neighborhood.

But my happiest memories of kindergarten involve none of these firsts, nor do they involve the making of seasonal crafts—paper chains that count down to Christmas or colorful turkeys made by tracing my hand.  My favorite days in kindergarten were those in which my classmates and I, in fidgety groups of five and six, would take a special trip to the kitchen at our school, where we would (under the guidance of a few knowledgeable room mothers) learn to prepare simple snacks that we could make all by ourselves.  These were special days when we would get to use the ovens in the school’s kitchen, learning about temperature, timing, and the importance of potholders. Keep reading →

January 12, 2010

Faux Your Health: Is this advice?

Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/buzzbishop/ / CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

I don’t know very many people who make New Year’s resolutions.  Part of the reason for that, I think, is that my friends (like, I would imagine, most people) tend to make changes in their lives as needed, rather than arbitrarily waiting for the ceremony tied to the ushering in of another year.  Other friends and family feel that resolutions are rather hollow, made–as they often are–by folks who by February (if not by late in the day on January 2) have forgotten all about what they resolved to do this year, finding themselves swept up instead in the swirling current of life as it always has been.

But for those who do make New Year’s resolutions, particularly those who make the resolution to lose some weight and make healthier choices, January is a boundless cornucopia of tips, tricks, and how-tos from a variety of experts who parade across our media landscape like so much flora-laden floats at the New Year’s Day Rose Parade.

One of the experts who wants to help America “eat this, not that” is Joy Bauer, the resident nutritionist on the set of NBC’s Today show.  Rail-thin and a bit high-strung (early last week she actually recommended that viewers “learn to become fidgety” in order to burn extra calories throughout the day), Bauer performs various functions, including answering viewer questions and, on two Monday mornings a month, inducting people with weight loss success stories into the Joy Fit Club.

Despite the exuberance that Bauer’s first name might seem to connote, “Joy” instead seems rather joyless when it comes to the subject of food and eating.  As a nutritionist, she offers meal suggestions to the audience that take into account calorie counts and nutritional value, but rarely does the potential pleasure of a dish–of making it and eating it–figure into her advice on how to live healthfully and happily.  And that’s a real shame, because in disregarding the pleasure principle, Bauer–however unwittingly–perpetuates the common misconception that the practice of maintaining a healthy diet is a particularly stoic, bland, dissatisfying endeavor.  Indeed, whenever Bauer is on the screen, it’s hard not to think of George Costanza yelling at Jerry, “Have a yolk!  It won’t kill you!”

Of course, one might expect a nutritionist to think first of health and not of flavor when it comes to doling out advice to those seeking to lose weight.  But to think in these terms is to reinforce the myth that those two things (flavor and nutritional value) are necessarily mutually exclusive when in actuality, the opposite is true:  In fact, lots of things that are incredibly enjoyable to eat happen also to contain quite a bit of nutrients.  Think of in-season tomatoes, which need little more than a sprinkle of salt to be enjoyed.  And what vegetable isn’t fantastic when tossed with just a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper and roasted in a hot oven until the edges have begun to brown?  Then there are sweet potatoes to consider, grilled marinated flank steak, tenderloin of pork, a bowl of glistening, jewel-toned strawberries, slices of sticky, spicy mango.

All of these are foods Ms. Bauer could have mentioned one day last week when responding to an email from a viewer who worried that she might never be able to lose weight because she “hate[s] ‘healthy’ foods.”  The question itself requires some follow-up queries: What does the viewer mean by “healthy foods,” and what has she not liked about those foods in the past?  If this is someone whose idea of “healthy food” involves little more than rice cakes, cottage cheese, and over-cooked broccoli, then some education is in order.  What I’m getting at here is that there are a million good-for-you foods this viewer could make that would also taste fantastic.  Her question, though, seemed to indicate that she prefers processed foods to whole foods, and that she assumes if something tastes good it must not be good for you.

Joy advised the woman “try a new food every day,” with the idea that she would then “hopefully learn to like” healthier foods.  But such “advice” is really useless, since it is unlikely a.) that the viewer even knows what kinds of “new foods” would be good to start with, and b.) what to do with those “new foods” in order to maximize–and thus fully enjoy–their flavors.  After all, if this is someone who usually eats frozen entrees and canned soups, it’s unlikely that she will suddenly wander into the produce section and decide on a whim to see what she can do with a leafy bunch of kale.  Diet advice fail!

In Bauer’s defense, the Today show allots her a rather small chunk of time in which to share her expertise with the viewing public, so it’s possible she’s simply providing the best information she can given the time constraints.  It is interesting, then, to turn one’s attention to NBC’s hugely popular show, The Biggest Loser, which, with a running time of two full hours every Tuesday, could (in theory) offer plenty of good advice to those watching at home.  And while the shows stars, trainers Bob Harper and Jillian Michaels, do offer instruction about how to prepare healthy meals, more and more of the “education” on the show has been ceded to product placement, often in the interest of endorsing some processed food at the expense of a healthier (and, I would argue, tastier) whole food alternative.

Of course, all reality shows at this point are bedeviled by the problem of product placement, with the producers unable to resist such an obvious cash cow, thereby forcing viewers to listen to cringe-worthy dialogue as the show’s participants try to make a blatant whoring of products seem like just a casual conversation about, say, Extra Sugar-free gum.  But the product-placement in The Biggest Loser is particularly problematic because it involves a kind of tacit endorsement from Bob and Jillian, who–in playing both coach and parent figures to the contestants (a group whose collective starting weight seems to increase with every season of the show)–are seen by many viewers as the arbiters of all things healthy.

And so, it is deeply troubling, then, to see Bob suggest (as he did in a recent season of the show) that the contestants enjoy a cup of fat free Jell-o with a dollop of Cool-Whip on top as a sweet treat during the day.  First, it probably goes without saying that Jell-o topped with Cool Whip hardly counts as a serving of food, being as both of these items are merely additives and flavorings held together by stabilizers and preservatives.  Possibly even more disturbing, though, is the idea that someone might think that she would actually prefer Jell-o and Cool Whip to a bowl of ripe berries topped with a small scoop of real whipped cream.  (Never mind that if the berries are in season and fully ripe, you might want to simply enjoy them sliced in a bowl, with nothing else on top.)   Anyone who does choose jello over berries is not only missing out on key nutrients (in the berries and, yes, even the cream), but is also depriving herself of the sensuous, wonderful pleasure that comes from the flavors and textures of these real foods.

In other words, eat this:

not this:

???  Bob, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Michael Pollan believes that our country suffers from what he calls a “national eating disorder,” one in which we cede more and more of the control over what and how we eat to other people–to the industries that provide the food we eat, to the nutritionists and scientists who urge us to incorporate this or that particular nutrient into our eating repertoire, and to the manufacturers of processed foods who go to great lengths to sell us their products. In watching how food is treated by our national media, one gains a keen understanding of what troubles Pollan: “Experts” appear on our morning news programs to lecture us on what to eat right now (I say “right now” because the advice seems to be constantly in flux, changing almost daily based on the findings of the “latest study”).  Meanwhile, we learn that we can have our Jell-o and eat it too (and this information is presented to us as though it is a great boon for our taste buds).  It’s hard not to accept Pollan’s point-of-view that we have been goaded into listening to others rather than…well…going with our gut feeling about how, when, and how much to feed ourselves.  Meanwhile, those bringing us this “information” continue to profit–from the advertising that pays for the morning show’s production, to the product placement that has been weaved into our entertainment programs in an effort to ensure that even those with DVRs get their minimum daily value of commercials.

And in the meantime, Americans get heavier and heavier, increasingly hooked on processed foods and less aware of how to avoid them.  Many of these Americans will resolve to get healthier this year.  One hopes they’ll begin that journey with a bowl of fresh fruit and thereby proclaim there really isn’t always room for Jell-o.

December 7, 2009

From Scratch: Sea Salt Caramels

Handmade, hand-wrapped caramels

It’s December, and that means right now people everywhere are hunting through kitchen cupboards and drawers in search of the holiday cookie cutters, eagerly anticipating an afternoon spent baking and decorating sweetened butter cookies. Others are pulling out the treasured family recipe for fudge, excited that the time has come once again to savor that special treat.

Indeed, one of the best things about this time of year is the way that it connects us to our food traditions, reigniting memories through the scents and tastes of our childhood. Amidst all this tradition, though, there is also space for trying something new, for making sweets today that will themselves become tradition in the years to come.

For me, that new ritual may very well come in the form of sea salt caramels, a treat I made this past Friday for a holiday gathering of friends that happened on Saturday. When I saw Ina Garten make them on her show a few weeks ago, I thought sacks of the little treats would make great party favors; plus, in a season in which people are receiving plates full of cookies, fudge and fruitcakes from friends and neighbors, this little bag of caramels would be an unexpected treat. What’s more, they last a good long time, much longer than cookies or fudge, and therefore could be put away and enjoyed next month, even, when one is not being offered sugar-laced snacks several times a day.

I was indeed glad I made these. First, they were fun to make, and the kitchen smelled intensely of butter and vanilla long after the caramel mixture was setting in the fridge. In addition–and perhaps more importantly–they taste great: creamy and rich, with buttery, nutty, salty notes; you can tell they were made from scratch.

Caramels, naked as the day they were formed

The recipe is below. As you’ll see, it calls for fleur de sel, but the $18 that the tin I found cost was a bit out of my food budget this month, so I went for Trader Joe’s sea salt. It worked fine. The idea is to have the salt boost the caramel flavor, and to me, the TJ’s sea salt did just that. Don’t worry about the candies being too salty; they aren’t. But of course, if you are worried about dusting each with a sprinkling of sea salt, you can always test it out on just one caramel and see what you think. That’s what I did, and I noticed a definite difference between the salted and the unsalted caramels.

My other suggestions follow throughout the recipe in brackets. I usually offer suggestions after the entire recipe, but since my suggestions are related to various steps in the preparation, I thought it would be more helpful to people to read them as they go. I just wanted to add here that the recipe for Fleur De Sel Caramels at the Food Network site is wrong. Fortunately, recipe reviewers who had copied the recipe while watching the episode of Barefoot Contessa in which Ina makes these pointed out the errors and offered the corrected measurements of each ingredient, so I went off that advice. It’s worth noting here that the recipe has been wrong for over a year, and reviewers have, apparently, notified Food Network, but the webmasters there have failed to fix the recipe. I have long thought that Food Network has one of the worst websites out there, and this experience just further underscored that for me. I’m thankful to the reviewers who corrected the problems with the recipe as it is printed on the Food Network site.

Fleur De Sel Caramels
Recipe from the amazing Ina Garten

1 ½ C. sugar
¼ C. corn syrup
½ C. water
1 C. heavy cream
5 Tbsp. unsalted butter
1 tsp. fleur de sel, plus extra for sprinkling
½ tsp. pure vanilla extract

Line the bottom of an 8-inch square baking pan (or loaf pan) with parchment paper, then brush the paper lightly with oil, allowing the paper to drape over 2 sides. [I used a 9 X 13" pan, and it worked fine for the job. In fact, I will probably use it again next time, because it causes the caramel mixture to form a thinner layer and therefore cool rather quickly in the fridge.]

In a deep saucepan (6 inches diameter by 4 1/2 inches deep) combine the sugar, corn syrup, and 1/2 cup water and bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Continue to boil until the caramel is a warm golden brown color. Don’t stir – just swirl the pan to mix. Watch carefully, as it will burn quickly at the end! [The mixture was about the color of peanut butter--or browned butter--when I added the milk and cream, which is what you need to do as soon as the sugar mixture becomes this "warm golden brown color."]

In the meantime [meaning, while you are waiting for the sugar to turn a warm brown color], bring the cream, butter, and 1 teaspoon fleur de sel to a simmer in a small pan over medium heat. Remove from the heat, set aside and keep warm.

When the caramelized sugar is the right color, slowly add the cream mixture to the caramel – it will boil up violently. Stir in the vanilla with a wooden spoon and cook over medium heat for 5 to 10 minutes, until the mixture reaches 248 degrees F (firm ball) on a candy thermometer. [This only took four minutes on my stove top, so go by the temperature, not by time. If you don't have a candy thermometer, invest in one before you make these. They are cheap and easy to come by; I think I even got mine at the grocery store many years ago.] Very carefully (it’s hot!) pour the caramel into the prepared pan and refrigerate until firm.

When the caramels are cool, use the parchment paper to pry the sheet from the pan onto a cutting board. Starting at 1 end, roll the caramel up tightly until you’ve rolled up half of the sheet. Cut the sheet across and then roll the second half tightly. You will have 2 (1 by 8-inch) logs. Sprinkle both logs lightly with fleur de sel, cut each log in 8 pieces. Cut parchment papers in 6 by 4 1/2-inch squares and wrap each caramel in a paper, twisting the ends. Store in the refrigerator or at room temperature.

[I did things a little differently here. I took the long edge of my caramel sheet and folded it over about an inch. I then pressed down slightly to fuse the two layers of caramel and then cut this "log" free from the sheet and sliced it into chunks that were about ¾" long and about ½" high. I repeated this process until my sheet of caramel was no longer a sheet but rather several two-layer "logs." Since Ina rolls her sheet of caramel to make a very big piece of candy, she only got 16 very large caramels from her batch; mine yielded nearly 70 smaller ones, making them not only a fun and sweet holiday gift, but a budget-wise one as well.  One last thing: I salted my caramels individually, and found that doing so ensured that the salt stayed on the caramels better, and coated each more evenly.  But you should do whatever is easiest for you.]

December 6, 2009

Cutie Clafouti

As I mentioned in my most recent post, I’ve been working my way through Nicole Rees’s amazing cookbook, “Baking Unplugged.”  The text celebrates the joys of making things completely by hand–no machines or fancy gadgets required.

So far, every recipe I have tried (five, so far) has been fantastic, from stick-to-your fingers moist chocolate snack cake to breakfast rolls flavored with orange zest and cardamom and dotted with rum-plumped golden raisins.  Among these five recipes, the simplest has been the Cranberry Clafouti; it’s also been one of the most enjoyable, with a depth of flavor that I would have never expected from a dessert that is like a custardy puff pancake.

Because its cranberry season, one of my favorite seasons of the year, I’m including the recipe here.  And because it is also the gift-giving season for many people, I am recommending Baking Unplugged as a great gift idea, equally perfect for someone who is just learning to bake as it would be for someone who already knows the pleasures of a mixing bowl and whisk.  This book just makes me really, really happy.

So here is the clafouti recipe.  I have no advice to offer because, in the three times I’ve made the clafouti, I’ve followed the instructions and ingredient list as printed in the book, and everything worked out beautifully every time.  I should mention that I cut the recipe in half (and yes, use one and a half eggs!) and cook it in my small skillet, and I cut the cooking time down to seven minutes for this smaller version.  I have made the clafouti both with and without the almond extract, and my personal preference is to leave it out.  For the liquor I use amaretto, and I love the depth of flavor it adds to the sautéed fruit.

Cranberry Clafouti: To make me is to love me.

Cranberry Clafouti

Makes 3 to 4 servings

½ C. all-purpose flour

½ C. sugar (Rees says: If you would like to use a fruit other than cranberries, use ¼ C. sugar)

¼ tsp. salt

3 large eggs

1 C. (scant) whole milk or 2% milk

½ tsp. vanilla extract

1/8 tsp. almond extract (optional)

1 Tbsp. unsalted butter

1 ½ C. cranberries (or other fresh fruit)

3 Tbsp. brandy, amaretto, Grand Marnier, or Cointreau—whatever you have on hand

Powdered sugar, for dusting

Position a rack in the upper third of the oven, and preheat the oven to 425°F.  Place an ovenproof 9″ or 10″ skillet over medium heat for a minute or two to get hot.  Meanwhile, in a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, 2 tablespoons of the sugar, and the salt.  Gradually whisk in the eggs until the mixture is smooth and lump free.  Whisk in the milk and extracts.

Melt the butter in the hot skillet, swirling to coat evenly.  Sprinkle the remaining sugar over the butter and then add the fruit to the pan.  Increase the heat to medium-high and sauté, shaking the pan frequently, until the fruit softens and the juices and sugar form thick syrup, about five minutes (about three minutes for most other fruits).

Turn off the heat and add the brandy to the pan, shaking the pan to coat the fruit evenly.  Pour the egg batter into the pan.  Bake in the upper third of the oven for 10 to 12 minutes, until puffed on the sides and fully cooked in the center (check with the tip of a knife).  Serve warm with a dusting of powdered sugar.