Radicchios Are Red

post no. 73

11 January 2012 0 comments

Radicchio

We eat with our eyes first, the saying goes. But of course we also shop with our eyes. We reach for the vibrant orange bunch carrots, the satsuma with its glossy dark leaves attached, the exotic green zebra-striped tomatoes. Lately, as I’ve been photographing ingredients as well as cooking them, the beauty in food has become both more interesting, and, interestingly, more abundant.

RadicchioIf beauty is not on the surface, it may be on the inside. If not the fruit, them perhaps the stem, or the seed. Certain ingredients are born homely; think russet potato or the featureless jicama. At a glance fresh turmeric looks like a cat turd. The industrialization of agriculture hasn’t helped, either, with its drive to standardize, which results in a uniform blandness. But back to that potato: it may not be conventionally handsome, but in the right light is full of dignity. Up close, fresh turmeric has a fascinating pattern of scales, and just under the peel, its signature saffron tint.

RadicchioBut radicchio, member of the chicory family, is a star, beautiful both in front of the camera and on the table, particularly Treviso and some of the imported varieties. The leaf colors are deep and saturated, the ribs and veins pure white and sharply delineated. Slice a little head of radicchio in half and the moist colors swirl like the marbled endpapers of a Moroccan bound book. (Stealing a simile from an old Saveur—too perfect a description.)

RadicchioAnd, perhaps a surprise, it is as versatile as it is beautiful. Radicchios add color and contrast to salads; a favorite is tricolore, balancing sharp red radicchio, crunchy white Belgian endive, and peppery green wild arugula, preferably tossed in a shallot-infused sherry vinaigrette. Radicchios hold up well when cooked. They are wonderful grilled or roasted, succulent and slightly bitter-sweet, packing a lot of vegetable essence into each bite, which is so welcome in winter, radicchio’s season. They’re also great in risotto and pasta.

Whether because of its sexy Italian provenance (though most of our radicchio is now grown in California) or use as a sturdy red leaf in ubiquitous bagged “mesclun” mix, radicchio has become popular in the U.S. despite its bitterness, a taste we usually don’t like. What we generically call radicchio in the supermarket is rosa di RadicchioChioggia. It looks like a baby purple cabbage; heads should be firm and heavy for their size without any blemishes. Also available in good markets is Treviso, tapered like Belgian endive though larger, and with a deep wine color. In wintertime, other radicchios arrive from Italy, including the delicate, pale, speckled Castelfranco, pretty as a tousled rose, or Tardive, with its eerily curled leaves. Both have a more tender, sweeter profile. The names of these and other Italian varieties come from towns in the Veneto where, in the 1860s, modern radicchio came into being through the efforts of a Belgian agronomist.

Radicchio

Radicchio Risotto

Here’s an easy and soulful dish for a weekend lunch or light supper for two. The ingredients are basic, and you probably already have most of them: one large head of radicchio, cut into quarters, cored, and sliced lengthwise into ribbons; half an onion, finely chopped; one cup short grain Italian rice like Carnaroli, Nano Vialone, or Arborio; a few tablespoons of olive oil, quarter-cup of white wine or white vermouth, 2 TB butter,Radicchio Risotto 1/2 cup freshly grated parmesan cheese, salt and pepper, and optional tablespoon of brandy. Notice there’s no broth—you could use it, but this is delicious with just water.

Here are the steps: bring eight to ten cups of lightly salted water to the boil (it should taste seasoned, but not salty). Meanwhile, in a four-quart or larger sauce pan with deep sides, heat the olive oil Radicchio Risottoover medium-low until it simmers and add the chopped onion, season with salt, and cook slowly for ten minutes until the onion is softened but not browned. Turn up the heat to medium-high, add radicchio, stirring, then once the radicchio is wilted add the rice, stirring to toast the individual grains in the oil (add more olive oil if needed). Next come the liquids: turn heat to high, add the 1/4 cup white wine or vermouth and cook, stirring, until evaporated, then add 1 cup of the boiling water and cook, stirring, until the water is almost evaporated, and repeat for the next ten minutes. As the rice cooks, releasing its starch, the dish will start to look soupy and the radicchio will stain the rice maroon. Test the rice; it should start to soften. Continue cooking and stirring, now adding 1/2 cup of water at a time, until the rice is cooked but still a little al dente.Radicchio Risotto

Finish by adding the cheese, butter, and optional brandy, and stir furiously as everything begins to fuse. Taste for seasoning and serve immediately in bowls, garnished with parsley and more grated cheese as desired. Enjoy at a table by a window, preferably with snow falling, or in front of the fire. If it’s lunch, have a glass of wine—you’ll feel like you’re on vacation.

Radicchio Risotto

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The Lovely Bones

post no. 72

18 December 2011 2 comments

 Wishbones

We had Thanksgiving this year with friends, a lovely shared meal, and as we were packing up to leave I asked our host if he had any plans for the turkey carcass. It was a big one, originally an eighteen-pounder, most of the meat already carved off, and I had the feeling that it, like millions of other turkey carcasses that day in America, was heading for the trash. Like the ham bone in a ham and the fish bones in a fish, wasn’t its function primarily structural, with a little bit of flavor enhancement thrown in? But ham bones give split pea soup real guts, and a clever new trend in restaurants is to fillet your little fish at the table, whisk the skeleton away to the kitchen where it is deep-fried, and then return it as a crispy crackling delicacy, like an offering to a gourmet cat.

For years I also chucked the turkey carcass, but never without hearing the voice of a colleague of many years ago who said that it was the best part of Thanksgiving leftovers. She said made stock out of those already roasted bones and used it for pumpkin risotto. The fact that she’d previously worked in Saveur’s test kitchen gave her credibility, but it was the way she punctuated the word risotto with a sexy lipsmacking sound that made me remember it.

There is, I think, or should be, a leftover spectrum. On the one end there are those who, call them Alphas, waste nothing, whittling away at the meal, day after day, until not a scrap is left. On the other hand there are the Omegas, who start scraping the plates into the garbage while still chewing last mouthfuls. Most of us probably fall somewhere in the middle, dutifully saving what looks savable; eating a percentage of it, maybe; and using the refrigerator as a holding station to “cure” the food and assuage our guilty consciences.

I think Alphas are born, not made. But I also think it’s possible to move closer to their end of the spectrum by consciously channeling the basic motives that make us cooks in the first place, whether it’s simple need, love for the process, the belief that homemade is better, the creativity and escape the kitchen offers, or just the old-fashioned virtues of economy, thrift, and DIY.

Which brings me back to that Thanksgiving turkey. This was the year. I asked, our host offered, so we went home with the carcass wrapped in tin foil, which seemed to tear at every sharp point. I put it in the refrigerator in the basement, promising myself not to leave it there until it was too old to use.

Turkey Stock Grillers will tell you, rightly so, that there’s no more elemental act of cooking than meat over fire. But boiling bones has to come in second. It’s a different kind of primitive alchemy, slower, subtler. Grilling takes the edible and makes it delicious. Boiling bones takes the inedible, and coaxes out of it a new life of nourishment.

It’s a cold weather activity, perfect for this season of big meals, with its big birds and big roasts. And it hardly needs a recipe. What I did was hack the carcass into a more manageable form, so that it would fit in a roasting pan; roast it in a 350 degree oven for about twenty minutes, just to give it an extra browning; and then jam the pieces into a stock pot, bones, flaps of skin, cartilage and all, cover it with water, bring it to a boil, skim, and then simmer for between an hour and two hours. Every recipe will advise you to chill the just-cooked stock in an ice bath before refrigerating. I did: I strained it into a bowl that was nested in a larger bowl with ice and ice water. Then the next day I skimmed the layer of fat from the surface, tasted, seasoned, and froze the broth, measured as cups and quarts, in ziplock bags. It’s our own private stash of burnished liquid gold, filled with flavor and body. Our own act of Alpha-like waste-not.

And now, that turkey can truly rest in peace.

Turkey Stock

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Take a good look: Not too scary, right? Kind of cute even. And packed with molybdenum! Who knew? Or maybe you still secretly believe that lima beans are a crime against childhood, and reflexively want to brush them off your plate into the waiting napkin on your lap. If so, there’s still time to reconsider, with [...]

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A Tomato It’s Not

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Despite its nickname, Mexican green tomato or Mexican husk tomato, and—squint—vague physical resemblance, once shorn of it paper covering, the tomatillo is not really a tomato, nor the Spanglish name for one. It is a distant relative, a member of the large nightshade family, but its first cousins are the ground cherry and cape gooseberry. [...]

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