Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Thursday, December 26, 2013
So I bought a Kilcoyne Farms strip loin from Adventure in Food for a get together I am attending in a couple of days. I defrosted the beef and trimmed it down as I like to sort of "dry age" beef roasts in the fridge for a while before cooking. The cut of the strip loin was a bit funny... There was really no fat cap to speak of and there was a large-ish hunk of chain meat attached (if it was meant to be denuded it's funny that the chain was there). I like big presentation proteins to look sort of neat so I trimmed off the chain and some other bits and pieces. I was left with about 1 pound of fatty trim.
I took this as an opportunity to practice my Capital Region style mini-hot dog making. I have tried before with modest success but there is always room for improvement in the the sausage-y arts. I went all beef stuffed into lamb middles this time. I used the recipe for all beef skinless franks from Len Poli's site as a base (I made some additions and subtractions).
If you are going to make the mini hot dogs, then why stop there? I took the further step of collecting the ingredients for a full-on batch of dogs with "the Works" (onions, meat sauce, mustard).
I ground the meat (prob. about a 65/35 meat to fat ration) through a fine plate twice. At the end of the second grind I sent through a handful of ice cubes for added moisture and to keep the paste cold. I mix it in my KitchenAide at high speed for a couple minutes to emulsify.
I stuffed the paste into the lamb middles and tied into about 3" links.
After resting the hot dogs in the fridge overnight I poached them in 170 degree water until they were about 145-150 degrees internal temp. I wasn't going to drag the smoker out for just a pound of dogs... To compensate for the lack of smoking I added liquid smoke to the meat paste. A lot of people feel all guilty about doing this, but as long as you buy a quality brand of liquid smoke (ingredients should be something like "water and smoke") it is a completely viable way of adding smoke flavor. Heck, smoked salt is all the rage these days (I've been making it for years) and that ain't much different in concept.
Poaching lends a rather unattractive color to the surface of the hot dogs (grayish) but the insides were all nice and pink and hot dog-like!
I didn't have the time nor the inclination to attempt to bake my own buns so I picked up some mini-rolls (from Perotta's Bakery in Troy) at Hannafords.
I have repeatedly tried to refine my Capital Region style hot dog chili sauce with moderate to limited success. I am starting to think I am running into a sort of ketchup situation, i.e. making it at home is more expensive, time consuming, and will never turn out quite as good as just picking some up from Famous Lunch or buying the Hot Dog Charlie's stuff at the market. I think my main problem is not using enough celery salt and mustard powder. Getting the vinegar-y punch right has troubled me as well...
This time I just picked up a jar of Charlie's sauce.
I sautéed up some of my dogs along with a mess of white onion.
To assemble my 6 with the works -- I like to use a standard spicy brown mustard applied to the bun thusly.
Mini-dog comes next with a smattering of onion.
Then the red hued sauce bequeathed upon us by the gods of hot dogs is applied.
And here she is.
I'm pretty damn proud of my self. The actual hot dogs turned out very tasty. My hot dog making method is actually starting to result in an acceptable texture. These were light, fluffy, and snappy with a very good flavor. This mess of hot dogs with the works was probably about as good as it gets for homemade. Not quite as good as an order of Famous' or Charlies' but pretty damn close.
I am a hot dog wizard. Tremble in fear of my hot dog skills.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
I think I missed this annual holiday post-tradition for the last couple of years so I am bringing it back. If you don't know, I have some beloved family members that have made an Xmas tradition of sending me a big ol' box of Omaha Steaks items. Every year like clockwork I awake to find a giant styrofoam box of frozen meats on my porch. You can see Xmas 2008's box here, 2009's box here, and 2010's box here.
My dilemma is that the wife, children, and I (all appearances to the contrary) are sporadic meat consumers at best. The relatively large amount of frozen food tends to languish in the freezer for more time then I would like. So way back in 2008 (in the infancy of this horrible blog) I came up with a bit of a solution. I decided that I would prepare a glorious one-shot feast utilizing as much of the gift-pack as I could. That year I made a sort of Beef Bourguignon/Shepard's Pie deal which actually went over pretty well. I am naming this tradition -- "The Feast of the Annual Meat Gift"
This is what we have to work with this year.
We have filets, sirloin steaks, chicken breast, hot dogs, burgers, baked tater thingies, carmel apple thingies... I am going to have to devote some thought into what shape Annual Meat Gift Feast will take this year. I will surely update.
Anyhow, MERRY XMAS from the Mr. Dave family! May your eggnog be frosty and well spiced and may your Xmas roast beefs be a true medium rare! May you remember small-you gleefully ripping open presents like a little animal and see that same behavior reflected in your lovely children! Waes hail!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
For the past couple of years I have tried to come up with a sappy Christmas post concerning my memories of Albany Christmas' past... But this year I can't think of a good story. But isn't Christmas-time really a time for the retelling of old stories? So I thought I would re-share this minor miracle from my childhood in Albany. I originally posted this back in 2011 --
Have you been to Ragonese Imports over on New Scotland? Well I haven't, at least not in about 20 years. I hear it still has good food, but that is not where I am going with this post. This is a little holiday story from my family history that came to mind last night. I thought I would share. I don't feel I am too off topic here because it is the holidays, Ragonese has food, and the story takes place in Albany. I trust you won't mind this short little sentimental trip into my murky past.
Ragonese has always been one of my Albany childhood landmarks as it was right near my elementary school (School 19, I don't know what all they are calling the place now). That was also the neighborhood that I grew up in. As with most other children, I wasn't too interested in Italian specialties back then. My parents used to go in from time to time for a sandwich or cold cuts. My father has always enjoyed good food.
Do you remember the Cabbage Patch doll(many were produced in Upstate, NYdon't you know?) craze of the mid-eighties? Albany was hit every bit as hard as the rest of the nation and my older sister caught an itch for one in the worst way. My mother took upon the mission of obtaining one of the plastic-noggined things with a sort of grim determination.
I have a fairly vivid memory of being toted along to Toy"R"Us over on Wolf Road with my Ma and standing in a hectic line waiting. But alas, we were not among the lucky chosen. The dolls were all gone. Leaving the store, I am sure my mother felt a disappointment that I only now understand as I have a darling daughter of my own.
Some days later, as my mother tells it, she stopped into Ragonese for some cold cuts and as she came to the counter to pay do you know what she saw? Several true blue Cabbage Patch dolls sitting on a shelf in their boxes, for sale, right there in the middle of a local, independent Italian deli. This was at a time when you could absolutely not find the dolls anywhere. Of course she purchased one along with her salami and cappicola and it must have warmed her heart to know that she would not have to let my sister down on Christmas morning. Nobody has ever been able to explain to me how or why the Cabbage Patch dolls were at Ragonese Imports, maybe it is a question that shouldn't be asked.
So there you have it folks. A little ol' Albany Christmas miracle from my family history. So when you are muscling through the hordes of humanity at the mall and exiting into the bleakness of an Upstate winter day this year, when you are fighting traffic on a road lined with piles of dirty snow, always remember that there are still tiny miracles out there in the world. You just have to recognize them, put them in your pocket, and take them with you throughout your life.
By the way, I know it is horribly commercial of me, but I may or may not have bought an absurd amount of presents for my little ones this year. I know that these are tough times and I should be saving my money (or giving it to someone who needs it more), but there are tiny faces in my household that simply must have ear to ear smiles on them (at any price).
Friday, December 13, 2013
Last night I was reminded (on the Twitters) by a friend of an old gag I used to love to play on folks back in my barfly days. I hardly, if ever, get out to the area drinking establishments anymore due to my munchkin tending duties at home. So I thought I would share my little gag here as the world needs nothing if not a source of mirth or two more.
It involves a drinkable so it is not too out of place here among my food oriented scribblings... I call it "Chardonnay-ing" people. If it happens to you then you got -- "Chardonnay-ed."
This joke won't really work at a wine-bar and is best reserved for when you are imbibing at your favorite dive bar. I hate to assign gender roles to beverages, but this is probably best inflicted on a guy rather than on a girl. It is a very simple joke really.
All that you do is head to the opposite end of the bar from your victim and send them a glass of Chardonnay (stemware is necessary, ice cubes enhance the humor). Hopefully you know the bartender a little so he/she can make a big production of throwing down a napkin in front of the unsuspecting patsy while proclaiming, "here you go, one Chardonnay on the rocks."
The reason I enjoy this seemingly not that funny gag is because when you think about it for a bit, it is really pretty logically perfect. I don't remember my philosophy 101 but I am sure someone out there could set it up with the symbols and what not... But let us assume the condition that your friends obey the social convention wherein if someone buys you a drink then you accept it graciously and drink it whether or not it is your favored tipple. That is how I was raised at least.
Anyhow, if you are Chardonnayed and you refuse the drink, then you look like an idiot for being rude. Likewise, if you are Chardonnayed and you graciously accept the drink, then you also look like an idiot because you are walking around a dive bar with a glass of Chardonnay on the rocks which is really very funny.
That is it. Go fourth upon the earth and Chardonnay your friends.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
I am quite excited as I have secured my holiday beef! You see, most years during the holiday season I like to gather up some friends and have a small beef feast. I generally try to track down a nice strip loin or rib roast and do it up simply and serve with horseradish sauce. Nothing says the holidays to me like a goodly roast of beef! I also frequently attempt to inflict whatever ungodly fruit cake/egg nog experiments I have created for the year unto my unsuspecting (pretty suspecting actually) friends...
Anyhow, this year I was glad to finally be able to do business with Adventure in Food Trading over in Menands. I have been looking to check the place out for a while as their product list is very expansive and has many interesting things (especially of the meaty variety). As I have been attempting to avoid commodity meats lately I thought Adventure in Food would be a good place to start my questing for a responsible slab of beef.
I spied Kilcoyne Farms strip loins and rib-eyes on the product list and shot out a quick query via tweet/email. I was surprised at how quickly I received a response from the good folks at the establishment. I know their main game over there is restaurant supply so it was nice to see that they pay attention to the individual customer as well. I placed an order for a strip loin (they were out of the rib-eyes) and picked it up this very morning.
I am pleased with the product I obtained as well as with the price and ease of the transaction. I know they stock a lot of responsibly raised game-meats and pork so Adventure in Food will most likely become my favored establishment for obtaining flesh for all of my meaty projects.
In any event, if you are looking to purchase a main event type protein for a holiday meal maybe peruse their product list before you go to your local grocer. Just a little advice from ol' Mr. Dave.
I will surely post details on how I decide to deal with this particular hunk of beef.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Some time ago I made a large chub of what I called "'Ndjutica." You can read all about that here. The 'Ndjutica was my take on the traditional Italian 'Nduja that substituted Utica grind red pepper for the Calabrian red pepper. I ate most of my 'nduja straight but some of it went into a rolled compound butter sort of thing.
I recently got a new fridge/freezer and when I was cleaning out my old one I found a nice size chunk of the 'nduja butter lurking in the back. The stuff was well wrapped but probably at the very very end of its usability time frame so I wanted to think of a way to use it up promptly in one shot.
I started thinking about croissants. 'Nduja has a very high fat content so I thought the compound butter might just work for croissants... I decided to proceed with the experiment.
I won't burden you with the specific techniques of croissant making. I use a fairly standard recipe and should you be interested, that is what the googles are for.
I started with the yeast dough.
Flattened the remaining 'Ndjutica butter into a rough square. I wasn't really too anal with shaping/squaring everything because I really didn't figure these would turn out too well.
Mmmm.... Doughy fat block.
Here she is after the first fold... Not very appetizing to the eye. Sort of looked like what I imagine a fresh zombie thigh would look like. Either that or a really horrible bruise after it has faded a bit.
Anyhow, after all of the requisite chillings and foldings I was surprised at how little the meaty paste affected the texture of the dough. I wouldn't have know there was anything but butter in there except for the color.
I cut the dough to make smallish croissants.
Rolled and proofed for 45 minutes in a cozy spot. I threw on an egg wash before baking.
Into a convection over for 15 at 400 degrees and then 350 for a further 15 minutes.
I was very surprised at the end result of my little experiment. The croissants looked perfectly normal. They were a nice crusty brown with nice definition between the layers. Except for the tiny red flecks you would not know that anything was outside of the norm. I expected the 'nduja butter to run out in a greasy mess or for the croissants to ugly little fat lumps. That didn't happen... Color me surprised.
Mmmm... Nice and crusty on the outside with an airy/buttery inside. The flavor was good and spicy with the delicious and funky undertones characteristic of my 'nduja. Absolutely delicious. I polished off two while they were still warm.
This is why I indulge myself in experimenting with my (often bizarre) culinary flights of fancy. Often my idears turn out horrid, but just as often they turn out good. Who would have thought that funky meat butter would make for a tasty croissant? I would actually make these again. Too bad I am out of 'ndjutica... Shucks. I will just have to make a fresh batch.
By the way, I hear that The Cheese Traveler has 'nduja made by La Quercia out of Iowa. I hear extremely good things about La Quercia so I am going to have to go over there and get some.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
So I have an incredibly generous neighbor. Not so long ago he gave me quite a bit of excellent venison and now he went and gifted me the above pictured fish! That there is quite the nice looking salmon and I was extremely grateful for the gift as I have zero time for practicing the outdoor arts lately. It is not every day that someone parts with such a nice fish.
Anyhow, the fish was caught that very morning so I got right to work on it. I immediately decided to do a cured/cold-smoked salmon so I filleted it out.
When I gutted the fish I found a couple nice fat sacks of roe! I preserved the eggs according to this recipe. Salmon roe is great for eatin' as well as for using as bait to catch further salmon.
Doesn't the stuff look pretty in its wee jars? I think so.
For brining fish for cold-smoking I take a cup of salt, a 1/2 cup light brown sugar plus an additional handful or so of white sugar, a tsp of pink salt (#1), some cracked black pepper, and some juniper berries (maybe about 6). This goes into the dish with enough water to cover the fillets and not overflow. 24 to 36 hours in this brine is sufficient me thinks. You do have to make sure you soak the fillets in some clean cold water (change it a few times) for 1 to 2 hours afterwards. Taste a bit of the fish (don' be a Mary, it won't hurt you none...) during this process to see when the fish has reached a level of saltiness that is pleasant to you.
I used my Bradley electric smoker with a cold smoke box and an Auber instruments temperature controller for the smoking. I smoke at about 70 degrees (colder than many recipes which call for 100 degrees) for 6 hours which lends a nice smoky flavor that does not hide the essential fish-ness of the fish. Alder or oak are traditional for woods but I have found that pretty much any hardwood works well. Even hickory (lot of salmon smokers turn up their noses) is fine if you go easy with it.
I hacked off a bit and tasted it. It was beautiful. Just right.
I cut the smoked fish up into manageable chunks, vac bagged it, and put in the freezer for a couple days to mitigate the chances of any little nasties remaining in the fish.
I am all sorts of excited to get at some of this fish. I am going to give a bunch of this to the neighbor who was so gracious as to provide the fish but the rest is going right down my maw. I might share a bit with select individuals. Maybe.
On a side note, whenever I clean and fillet a fish I manage to leave a good amount of flesh attached to the spine, back, etc... I cure and smoke that stuff up too.
You can pick all that good meat off of there and then blend it into some cream cheese for a delicious bagel spread. Salmon rillettes is another good option. I try not to waste in situations like this.
In any event, good neighbors are a blessing. Good fish is a blessing too. It is not too often that you can take a fish from swimming one day into a finished product over the course of 3 days so I am pretty psyched to have that opportunity...
Friday, November 29, 2013
Sometimes I get a craving for a bit of good ol' American-style "sandwich salami" of the variety that is mass-marketed throughout the land. I have a weakness for the familiar flavor of the stuff and I don't really know why... Oh yeah, I actually might know why. How is this for some local Albany, NY folklore? -- At the Albany Academy Day Camp Carnival (circa the late 80s when I was a wee 'un in attendance) there used to be a game where you tried to pop balloons with darts. Your prize was a hunk of salami cut from a lengthy chub slapped on white bread with a squirt of yellow mustard... Maybe this craving is a nostalgic taste memory sort of situation resulting from this.
Anyhow, the generic "salami" peddled at the grocery stores (and even at many upscale "delis") is generally of dubious provenance and manufacture. Who knows what nonsense lurks in those perfectly cylindrical lengths of salami languishing in your grocer's cold case? So I thought I would give a try at a homemade example of the form. I decided that a "cotto" or cooked style salami might approximate the familiar texture as opposed to a dry-cured product.
For large diameter salamis I haven't had too much luck with synthetic or collagen casings, so I went with some good ol' beef lung for this recipe. When using bung and writing posts about it you get the added benefit of being able to make numerous childishly naughty references to bungs (see title of post)...
You can get a bung delivered (free shipping!) from the Sausage Maker, Inc. out of Buffalo, NY.
A single beef bung can be about 4-5" in diameter and you can stuff about 10 pounds in each one. I am using a 5 1/4 pound recipe so I cut the thing in half. You can re-salt the remaining bung, seal an end with a hog ring, and reserve it for a future recipe.
I adapted the following Len Poli recipe for American Style Cotto Salami. I omitted the TVP, utilized dextrose instead of sugar, and substituted equal amounts of allspice and mace for the cardamom. In addition, I added 4 tablespoons of harissa. I like a spicy salami.
Finally, I inoculated the meat mixture with some live culture (Bactoferm FLC) and altered the cooking times to get a slight bit of fermented tang into the recipe.
A note on salami tying. Watch this video on "legatura del salami," that guy is my idle. I try to follow his technique as best as I can. A tip I have is to make a little string spindle like the one pictured below. Makes things a bit easier.
There she is. Not bad, not bad. A little sloppy and lopsided but she will do nicely.
Here is the break down on cooking times. I let the meat paste develop in the fridge for 48 hours. On cooking day I left the mixture out for about 4 hours to come to room temp. Then the chub went into my temperature controlled smoker rig (with no smoke) for 2 hours at 110 degrees. Then I incrementally raised the temperature to 165 and cooked until the salami had an internal temperature of 150 degrees. Total cooking time was something like 12-14 hours.
Here she is after I removed her from the heat cabinet and sprayed with water until the internal temp dropped to 120 degrees. I hung the salami in my chilly basement overnight.
I got impatient the next day and cut into the bottom to see the results. I generally like to leave a salami like this in the vegetable drawer of my fridge for a couple days to develop and dry out a little bit before cutting. But slicing in I found that the color, texture, and smell were all just about right!
Today I thinly sliced a half-pound or so on my trusty meat slicer Lurlissa.
I thought this particular salami came out just right. Just the right amount of "salami" flavor with a nice bit of flat heat from the harissa. The texture was firm and was somewhere betwixt a deli counter "hard" salami and a "Genoa" style. I pretty much hit the nail on the head in terms of what I was going for so I was very satisfied with the results of this endeavor.
I will be munching salami sandwiches (have you tried a salami n' butter sandy? You should.) for some time to come as 5 pounds is a butt-ton (bung-ton, teehee) of salami. I am OK with this.
There is just something reassuring about having a giant chub of salami floating around the homestead, don't know why... Just think about how much it would cost to buy your own big ol' whole salami from any purveyor. It would cost an arm and a leg. This is how I convince myself that all of the time and money I put into my sausage making is worth it in the end.
In any event, I am chalking up my Cotto Salami w/Harissa as a resounding success.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Perhaps due to strong drink and excessive hot sauce intake my taste buds have began to die as I approach the ripe age of 34. I am thinking this because it seems that I like to be clobbered over the head by the flavor of my food lately. I have no use (or patience) for bland, milquetoast fair... Give me pickle-y, spicy, sour, salty things all day long!
Due to these strange cravings my diet seems to be morphing into something not unlike the menu of a seedy, 1920s, jakey bum, dive bar (consult this vintage menu I saw at the Allen St. Pub not so long ago). Most recently I have been stuffing my maw with homemade pickled eggs and sausage...
Who likes pickled eggs and/or sausage? I have found that a lot of people dismiss these items with a summary, "ew." But I think that a lot of people should reevaluate their stance on these venerable pickled foodstuffs. I thought we were in the middle of some sort of pickling renaissance for Job's sake... What's more, pickled eggs & sausage are easy to make and are low-cost/high-reward in my opinion.
The eggs are especially easy. For a half-gallon jar -- hard boil and peel about 18 large eggs. I like the flavor malt vinegar imparts so I throw some of this into the mix. A pint and a half of white vinegar and one pint of malt vinegar should be enough to cover the eggs. Then add a tablespoon of salt, a bit of dried hot-pepper, and some pepper corns. I begin to eat these the very next day. I enjoy how the flavors continue to develop over time and I am usually done with this quantity in about a month.
For the pickled sausages you can pick any sort of cooked sausage that you enjoy. I used some homemade venison kielbasa this time. Make a brine with 2 cups white vinegar, 1.5 cups water, 1 tablespoon salt, 2 tablespoons sugar, some chopped onion, and whatever pickling spices you enjoy (I like a lot of mustard seeds in there personally). Boil that up, pack sausages in your jar, and use as much of the brine as you need to cover it up. Pickled sausages need about 2 weeks in the brine (I store them in the fridge) to get the correct flavor.
There you have it. Throw a nice length of sausage and a halved egg on a plate with a goodly hunk of sharp cheese (a little mustard too) and you have a meal fit for a king (or a jakey bum)!
It is also worth noting that the deer and pork in that sausage lived/died in Upstate NY, as did the chickens that crapped those eggs, as did the cows who gave the milk for the cheese. So this is a great, locally sourced sort of home crafted plate of food if that is the sort of thing that tickles you...
So I recommend that pickled eggs & sausage be separated from the ol' timey bar-snack stigma attached to their name and that the whole pickling community embrace them with open arms! They really are a very tasty treat. Go grab a beer and a plate of this and tell me I'm wrong.