Vegetable Stalk-er

This 26-inch brussel sprout stalk is too tall for the picture. I bought it today for $8 at the Farmer's Market along with these beautiful cranberries. The rosemary is from the local grocer and went into a lunch of pork loin, sweet potatoes, and ... brussel sprouts.

by Ann Votaw, C.H.E.S.

On the way home from the Farmer’s Market today, I turned heads while holding a 26-inch stem that looked more Sci Fi than brussel sprout.

Yes, its true! The green buds, named after the city in Belgium, are picked off tall rubbery stalks before they reach us in grocery stores. Such a shame! If we bought them looking like instruments of impalement rather than little guys with scrunched-up faces, children might find them cool. Perhaps, kids and adults would better appreciate this relative of the cabbage family if we sold sprouts in Mother Nature’s unusual packaging. How neat would it be to pass an upright jug of upright stalks rather than dreaded mini heads wrapped over foam backing? 

I bought this beauty today for $8, which seems expensive, but a package of about 15 sprouts can cost up to $3 here in Manhattan. As you can see, there are quite a few more than 15. Plus, I can incorporate the greenery into my holiday decorating.

Brussel sprouts are high in fiber, Vitamin A, Vitamin C, and folic acid. Each bud is a colon cancer-fighting machine that can be steamed, boiled, roasted, or sautéd with olive oil and garlic! A good batch of sprouts exhibits firmly closed leaves and a robust green color, sometimes with purple highlights, like this one.

Good tea on a snowy Monday; singing praises

All the way from Soho to the Bronx, I savored the last bits of Dragon Pearl Jasmine tea. I’m remembering it still, like a final melancholy cello note, held long enough to draw tears. 

My experience started at Harney & Sons in Soho; a young Harney — third generation — pulled a tin from the wall and brewed my personal cup through a single strainer. A digital timer clocked off five minutes, giving me time to view merchandise, smell the herbs, and note Mr. Harney’s considerable skills. My drink was one of several at the taster bar.

“I’ve been here 13 years,” he said, setting timers for other individual taste tests. “When your name’s Harney, that’s what you do.”

My first sip had the forbidden texture of real butter. On this snowy President’s Day, I felt happy and sad at the same time. One sample cup reminded me of a beautiful passage in Little Bee, by Chris Cleave:

“Tea is the taste of my land; it is bitter and warm, strong, and sharp with memory. It tastes of longing. It tastes of the distance from where you are and where you come from. Also, it vanishes–the taste of it vanishes from your tongue while your lips are still hot from the cup. It disappears like plantations stretching up into the mist.”

One heartbreaking 4 oz. tin costs almost $20, a good price for quality. I can’t handle the withdrawal, at least not everyday.

Tea is mysterious, both for medicinal properties and the corresponding comfort. Like an Englishwoman, I am consoled by its smell and warmth. Tea takes time to prepare and seep. The interval between too hot and too cold is magic and fleeting.

Most studies involve green tea, reported to alleviate inflammatory bowel disease, diabetes, cancer, and bad breath. An article in New Scientist states that green tea’s antioxidants prevent several cancers including lung, breast, and prostate.

Today’s selection was jasmine tea, made from jasmine flowers over a green or white tea base. According to Johns Hopkins Medicine, jasmine is one of more than 40 essential oils that improve mood and wellness. The tea originates — appropriately so — from the Song Dynasty (960–1279).

Be a tomato head during American Heart Month

Become a tomato head during American Heart Month.

As the leading cause of death in the United States, heart disease is a major cause of disability, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. By the time you scan this post, an American will have a coronary event, about 25 seconds. Once considered a man’s issue, women account for nearly half of heart disease deaths. 

According to the National Coalition for Women with Heart Disease, 42.7 million American women are living with or at risk for heart disease.

Luckily, we have weapons — healthy lifestyle and food choices. In honor of male and female tickers, add red to your diet.

The perfect Valentine, tomatoes are classified as fruit, specifically berries. However, tomatoes are not as sweet as fruit. Often, they play the role of vegetable in salads and main dishes. 

During Heart Month, tomatoes are especially important because they are high in lycopene, an antioxidant preventing heart disease and cancer.

Eat with love!

The baby hats pictured above are knitted from Ann Norling Kids Fruit Caps.

Mom and Pop Versus Foodtown

I got snippy at the Foodtown checkout girl last week. She didn’t ask for my discount card, which meant that I didn’t get the $1.60 discount on instant Quaker oatmeal.

Here is the dialogue:

Me: I’m so sorry. I wasn’t quick enough. Here’s my card.

Girl: It’s too late.

Me: You can’t do a void and do it again, since this is all I’m getting?

Girl: Shakes head

Me: Most people ask if they have a club card.

Girl: Shrugs

Me: Can I speak to your manager?

Girl: Points

The manager counted out $1.60 without speaking to me or looking at me because that would be weird.

A few days later, I was in Little Italy, where I stopped in Di Palo’s Italian Specialty Foods for pasta and attention. The line was long, and a regular told me where to get a ticket. To my amazement, I watched the grocers interact with customers: telling jokes, asking about menus, and slicing testers of cheese from gigantic cheese wheels. (I thought cheese grew in sandwich-sized squares.) Their conversations were different from the Foodtown dialogue highlighted above. It was as if real humans—sans text messages—were talking to each other about what they were having for dinner.

When it was my turn, the grocer looked at me directly. I asked for Parmesan, and he cut me a slice. This took a little time. Delicious. I bought a chunk.

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Jamie the Sexy Food Cowboy

My college human sexuality class put me in the mood to eat.

Inspired by Jamie Oliver’s inhibited approach to food, I fantasized a delicious combo: sensual meals and my text book.

Jamie at Home made me feel guilty. Over the clatter of pots and pans, I heard the voice of a masculine Brit, a free-spirited food cowboy not afraid of curvy squash or a “good splash of olive oil.”

I got high on Jamie’s hyperactive confidence, actually buying and cooking fish from a Chinese fish shop. I also roasted shoulder butt, and it was good.

Here are the things I’ve made:
1. Beautiful zucchinei carbonara, p. 134: Excellent but must cut vegetables before boiling pasta. I overcooked the pasta in the time it took for me to cut them up. I used real Parmesan for this. It made a pleasurable lunch when paired with wine (shown in photo) and the poetry of e.e. cummings.
2. Spicy pork and chilli-pepper goulash, p. 257-Very, very good. It took more than three hours to make, but the meat fell off the bone. This was my first shoulder butt, also known as pork shoulder.
3. Superb squash soup with the best Parmesan croutons, p. 361-Delicious. Freezes well.
4. Old-fashioned sweet shortcrust pastry, p. 352-Interesting. Hardly any butter. I made a pumpkin pie with it, which is more of an American thing, but the crust was good, toasty with a lemon zest zip.
5. Roasted white fish and leeks, p. 334-I wasn’t wild about this, but the cod turned out okay, and the bacon added a buttery taste. I could have added more pepper though. A little bland.

These meals sustained me through the complex human expression known as sex. I ate while studying, everything from Anal Warts to Zoophiles. Not all sex is sexy.

Your Squash is Showing

On the last morning of this very hard but responsible and adult year, I took a yoga class. In the opening stretches, when we lifted the arms to make room for the digestive organs, I thought of last night’s squash soup. It was so good and naturally sweet.

Then I thought about squash in general. What a weird plant. Who was the first person to see these things and think, “Friend not enemy. I’m going to eat this.” What a funny thing to say too. “Squash, squash, squash.” It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. In further reading, I discovered the squash is a vegetable in cooking but a fruit in classification–the food is a seed receptacle much like a melon or tomato.

Last night, I cut up my first butternut squash, a milk-colored food that resembles a 1960s craft project or an ancient fertility symbol. I had no idea how to cut my two bottom-heavy fruits. Quick research suggested I cut the upper half from the top, rather like the “cutting the lady in half” trick. That made the squash more manageable for lengthwise cuts and skin peeling, but I’m open to suggestions.

For a little squash comedy, check out the Muppets and Carl the Squash smasher.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_k-qhPkkwY&feature=related