The Blessed Tomato Sandwich

I wrote the column below for the Oakhurst Leaflet. After yesterday’s excursion to the Farmer’s Market, it seems like a good time to post it.

If I were to open my own restaurant, this would be the signature dish: “Summer Sandwich: Sliced heirloom tomatoes served on toasted home style bread with sea salt, cracked pepper, and mayonnaise.”

Southern natives will immediately recognize this as a gussied-up version of the humble tomato sandwich. I offer this as the signature dish for my imaginary restaurant because this ordinary concoction is to my mind one of the greatest pleasures of the summer–and with summer coming to a close, you have precious little time left to enjoy one.

No food is more perfect than the tomato while it’s in season. The plastic blobs tossed carelessly on our dinner salads and the pale tasteless linings to our fast-food sandwiches blind us to the glorious and heady wonders of an authentic, home-grown, blood-red tomato, sun-warmed and sweet. It’s the kind my grandmother described with joy in her old age: taking a jar of tomatoes she’d canned in August, she would sit down in the middle of December and lay one, whole, on a sandwich, just to get a taste of the bygone summer in the dead of winter.

Everyone who loves tomato sandwiches understands this feeling. The tomato is one of those foods whose days of wine and roses, like ours, are not terribly long. To prepare one for eating therefore requires an appropriate sense of reverence. The tomato sandwich–a blessed sacrament of warm bread and sunny tomato resting on a bed of cool creamy mayonnaise–provides a wonderful opportunity to experience this blessing.

Here is my version, honed after years of practice:

1. Go out into your garden and pick a tomato. Failing that, get the best local tomatoes you can find, preferably from a roadside farm stand. Hurry, because you won’t find them in the store from October through May.

2. Take two pieces of white bread and toast until lightly brown. Do not use wheat bread–it will overwhelm the flavor of the tomatoes and, even worse, will deteriorate into sogginess almost immediately.

3. While bread is toasting, slice your tomatoes, then halve the slices. This allows for proper distribution of the tomatoes on the bread.

4. When bread has toasted, spread a thick layer of mayonnaise (no light or nonfat!!) on both slices of bread. Distribute tomatoes over one of the slices. Salt and pepper tomato slices. A New York Italian friend who spent many years down South suggests celery salt. I am skeptical but he’s a great cook, so I offer it as a variation. Press second slice of bread on the first and cut into two triangles.

5. Pour yourself a glass of milk and head outside. Enjoy your tomato sandwiches while the last rays of summer shine on you. Then stay outside for a little longer and watch your neighbors walk by. Later, play with your children or give someone you love a phone call. Life is short, but tomatoes are still around, and there’s always hope for another summer.

Raleigh Farmer’s Market

Yesterday was my first excursion to the Raleigh Farmer’s Market, and what a great event it was. I can’t yet download pictures but will show them in all their glory in a later post.

Obviously re-invigorated by the sight of the field-grown tomatoes, the multi-colored peppers, the slightly crooked home-baked cakes, and the piles of okra, the tattered remnants of my East Tennessee accent suddenly mustered themselves and came charging out of my mouth.

“Kin ah git sum of those tahmaytahs?” I heard myself say.

“Sure, hunny.”

The best part was picking up tomatoes and knowing their ACTUAL VARIETIES: Mountain Spring, German Johnson, Brandywine. The Brandywine were by far the best I sampled but it’s easy to see why they haven’t become widely popular: not only are they tender and easily bruised, but they also look like mutated creatures from outer space. Unfortunately I ate the most interesting sample last night for supper, but it looked like a red spaceship that had sprouted multiple horns.

My wallet empty and my car full, I went home happy. I have no recipes to report–the best way to prepare vegetables this good is sprinkle them with salt, pepper, a little olive oil, and maybe some balsamic vinegar if you feel zippy.

I just wish I could transfer some of these vegetables to Fred, who is apparently subsisting on hot dogs, wings, and corned beef sandwiches.

Back

We return to blog-land, but now with a whole new life.

This morning I start a new job in Durham, NC, leaving our beloved ATL behind. Fred has gone back there to finish his job and sell our house. He will join me in January if all goes as we hope.

I miss him. But I’m living with a friend here, enjoying reconnecting with good friends here, and glad to be starting this job. And looking forward to visiting the Raleigh Farmers Market this weekend.

Figo

Last night we went to Figo. This morning I learned that “figo” is Milanese slang, used to identify something as good, cool, great, whatever. It’s all on the Figo web site, which doesn’t appear to have been updated since 2005 or so, since our Decatur location isn’t even listed.

I had cold cucumber soup with salmon and a salad. Fred, in a bout of healthful recklessness that still leaves me astonished, had a chicken salad and fried calamari. Maybe it’s all the walking we’ve been doing lately.

It was very warm and we sat outside in the setting sun, glad to be together.

Happy Birthday to Me

Dear Readers, I am sorry to be so lax lately. We have had a lot going on in addition to the kitten. I am going on a temporary hiatus and will post only erratically in the next couple of months. Look for The Newlyfeds to return sometime later in the summer.

I Amaze Myself

Saturday, while trying to recover from taking care of an abandoned 4-week-old kitten, I set out to make a little cucumber salad as a snack. I had successfully made the following dish several days before–it kind of resembles those sweet/sour ginger salads you get at some Japanese restaurants:

Cucumber-Radish Salad

3 Persian cucumbers (or 1 large regular cucumber), thinly sliced
4 – 5 radishes, thinly sliced
1 cup white vinegar
1 tbsp. balsamic vinegar
1/2 – 3/4 c sugar
1 tsp. chili garlic sauce
2 tsp. grated fresh ginger
Salt and pepper to taste

Mix together all ingredients except cucumbers and radishes in medium-sized bowl. Stir until sugar dissolves. Add cucumbers and radishes. Let sit for at least an hour at room temperature before serving.

But on Saturday I decided to “improve” the recipe by adding a dash of some fancy ginger-scallion vinegar I’d gotten at some overpriced grocery store whose name Whole Foods will go unmentioned. So I pulled the bottle off the shelf and dashed it into the mix.

Unfortunately I failed to notice that the bottle lacked one of those plastic spouts that allows you to dash vinegar properly. The bottle was nearly full when I tipped it over. There’s about 1/4 cup left now.

I soldiered on, but the resulting salad–cucumbers floating in a brown sea of sugary/gingery vinegar–was not, shall we say, all it could have been. Still, a little voice told me not to throw out the dressing. I mean, it wasn’t so great with the cucumbers, but that cup of vinegar probably cost as much as a pair of shoes. (Well, maybe one shoe. From Target.)

Now I go down on bended knee and give thanks that I did not throw out that dressing. For later that day a vision flashed before my eyes, one that still astonishes me in its brilliance.

In the refrigerator, waiting to be cooked for supper, were several chicken thighs. What would happen, I thought, if I marinated them in that vinegar and cooked them?

Well, I am here to report that they were spectacular. I added quite a bit of garlic to the dressing and made a reduction once the thighs had cooked. And I even used the World’s Most Awful Wine in the reduction.

Here is the recipe as best I can remember it–but as you now know from my experiences, even royal screw-ups can yield great results.

I have modified the recipe with the assumption that you don’t have a $20 bottle of ginger-scallion vinegar lying around the house.

Chicken Thighs with Garlic Ginger Sauce

4 boneless, skinless chicken thighs (skin on would be better, but I was feeling lazy when I bought them)
1 cup balsamic vinegar
1/2 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup sugar
2 tsp. chili garlic sauce
1 tbsp. fresh grated ginger
6 cloves garlic, minced
3 – 4 scallions, sliced thin

For sauce:
2 tbsp. butter
1/2 cup white wine
1 tbsp. chicken fat (optional–omit if using thighs with skin)

In small bowl, mix together balsamic vinegar, white vinegar, sugar, chili garlic sauce, ginger, garlic, and scallions. Stir until sugar dissolves. Rinse chicken and pat dry. Place in small casserole dish. Pour vinegar mix over chicken and let sit for 30 minutes. Bake, uncovered, at 325 for 25 minutes or until done.

Remove chicken from casserole dish. Melt butter and chicken fat in medium skillet on medium heat. Add sauce from casserole dish. Add wine. Increase heat to medium high and cook until sauce has thickened. Pour over chicken and serve.

Then pat yourself on the back for your own brilliance.

Why I’ve Been Incommunicado

A neighbor brought this little guy to our doorstep Saturday. Now, $140, two articles of clothing (he stepped in his own poop, which I didn’t notice until it was too late), two different kinds of litter, several doses of medicine, and two trips to the vet, he’s doing much better.

We have christened him Mouse-See Tung. Anybody want a cat?

Six Feet Under

We have cooked hardly anything lately–we are buried in some potentially life-changing decisions. Good decisions, but ones requiring a lot of thought.

So–we’ve gone out nearly every night. On Tuesday, we visited Six Feet Under, a seafood restaurant located across from Oakland Cemetary. (The name alone is worth the visit.)

The food there varies wildly in quality. The catfish is wonderful, as are the catfish tacos, and you can’t go wrong with their steamed seafood and raw oysters. (Until you get that stray raw oyster with salmonella or E. coli or whatever it is that Fred got in London on our honeymoon, but as the mantra of Six Feet Under says, “Life Is Short. Enjoy Every Day of Livin’ It.”) The seafood quesadilla includes overcooked spinach that just ruins it. I don’t care for the okra, which is fried whole and is too large and stringy.

But you don’t really go to Six Feet Under for the food. You go there on a warm night to sit on the rooftop deck and look out over the dead, and be glad to be alive, and be glad that you have a wonderful husband who brings Kierkegaard with him to a restaurant, just in case.


World’s Worst Wine–and Great Fish

In March 2007, Julia Moskin reported in the New York Times that cheap wine worked just as well as expensive wine in recipes where the wine is cooked. Last night, I put this theory to the test with what is easily the World’s Worst White Wine, pictured below.


Fred received this as a gift from a Hungarian acquaintance about two years ago. It tastes like a cross between apple cider vinegar and Blue Nun Riesling. It has been sitting in our refrigerator, opened and unloved, for approximately a year.

(Please don’t ask me why I kept it. I can’t explain it. It’s the same impulse that causes me to save soap from hotel showers while I spend $30 for a bowl of cereal and coffee in the restaurant.)

Thank goodness I hung on to it. Last night I took a risk and poached some beautiful trout in the contents of our underappreciated friend. The result was tender, flaky fish in a light, balanced, sauce, with no trace of either vinegar or Blue Nun. Even better, we got to drink more of  the expensive bottle we received as a wedding gift.

Look at how our dear old companion, the longtime tenant of our refrigerator, hovers proudly over his creation:

Poached Fish in White Wine 2007 2

(Don’t tell him that I think a big part of the success was the fresh-squeezed lemon juice).

Here is the recipe. My new motto: Cook with crappy wine!

Trout Poached in White Wine and Herbs (serves 4)

4 large trout filets
1/2 stick butter
2 onions, thinly sliced and divided into rings
2 tbsp. snipped fresh chives
2 tbsp. parsley (I cheated and used dried)
4 bay leaves
Salt
2 tsp. whole black peppercorns
3/4 cup white wine (really, any kind will do!!)
1/4 cup fresh squeezed lemon juice

Melt butter on low heat in large skillet. Turn heat to medium, add 1/2 of onions and saute until translucent. Put trout filets over onions (they can overlap a little). Generously salt filets. Place remaining onion, chives, parsley, and peppercorns over fish. Bury bay leaves between filets. Mix together wine and lemon juice and pour over fish. Add enough water to cover. Bring to boil, uncovered, then reduce heat to medium low. Continue to simmer, covered, until fish is just cooked–check after 5 minutes and continue checking every 1-2 minutes.

Here is a photo of the trout happily sauteing in the pan:

Poached Fish in White Wine 2007

We served this with a salad of baby greens and raw kale. It’s very quick and a nice side for the fish. This amount would make a small side salad for 4 people–increase amounts if you would like more.

Dressing:

1/4 c. olive oil
1 tsp. balsamic vinegar
1 tsp. brown mustard
1/4 tsp. salt

Whisk together dressing ingredients. Pour over:

2 cups baby greens
2 cups raw kale, stems removed, torn into bite-sized pieces

Top with:
1/2 c. fresh grated Parmesan

Toss, salt to taste, and serve.

They Did the Cauliflower Mash

You may remember a few years back, as Americans writhed in the merciless clutches of low-carb diets, that many restaurants took to featuring mashed cauliflower instead of mashed potatoes. Ever on the trailing edge of the latest culinary trend, and desperate to use up the remains of some cauliflower that had been sitting forlornly at the bottom of the vegetable bin for days (okay, OKAY WEEKS!! I ADMIT IT!)–as I said, eager to use up my cauliflower, I decided to try mashed cauliflower for myself. (And for Fred, of course.)

There was only one tiny problem with my cauliflower. Mashed cauliflower worked in restaurants because cauliflower, like potatoes, is, of course, white. But, in the same spirit that had prompted us to buy cranberry beans, we had purchased two heads of cauliflower that were, respectively, purple and orange.

I don’t think you need a picture to imagine what came out, and really, I didn’t want to take one. All I can say is that it tasted wonderful, but next time definitely go for the ordinary white cauliflower.

Mashed Cauliflower (makes 4 modest servings)

1 head cauliflower
1 onion, minced
4 large cloves garlic (add more or less to taste)
8 tbps. butter
1/4 cup half and half, milk or cream
Salt to taste

Cut cauliflower into large chunks. Fill bottom of pot with water to about 1/2″. Put cauliflower in pot, salt, and stir. Cover and cook on high heat for about 10 minutes. Continue to cook on medium low heat until cauliflower is very soft.

In the meantime, melt 4 tbsp. butter in skillet. Saute onions on medium heat in butter until soft. Turn heat to low, add garlic, and cook for about 1 minute. Turn heat off.

Drain cauliflower. Add onions and garlic, 2 tbsp. butter, salt, and half the half and half. (I loved typing that!) Cover and let sit until butter melts. Mash with electric mixer until blended. (Best to turn the mixer on low speed for that.) Add more butter and half and half until mix is desired consistency. Salt more as needed.

Feed to your kids and watch them gobble up cauliflower like it was candy.