Archive | February, 2012

First Snow and French Onion Soup

29 Feb

Happy Leap Year!

It’s snowing!!

Finally. I mean, if this were a normal year, today would be March.  And this is really the first snow storm we have had in Boston.

Ok, there was that one in October. On my wedding. But that was last year.

Same season, different year.  No snow. What is going on New England?

Anyhow, my husband Artie loves snow.

This is him in heaven.

Unlike most inhabitants of planet earth, when it is cold, and dark, and everything feels dead, he is happy as as a clam.

Or a Lab.

I think happy as a Labrador Retriever is a more fitting description, considering his intense love and admiration for their unshakable optimism, fun-loving spirit, and extremely weather-proof coats.

My point is, the man loves him some snow.

So to mark the first official snow of each year, Artie and I  go across the street to The Independent to celebrate, with Guinness and French onion soup.

Until today, we thought this year’s celebration might be postponed indefinitely.

I am a pretty big fan of the Indo’s cocktails, and their food has improved markedly over the past 4 years, since we moved to Union Square.

But my French onion soup still beats the pants off theirs.

 

The key to great French onion soup  is browning the heck out of your onions, without burning them.

A heavy bottomed pot is essential for this.

And use really good chicken stock.

I realize that most people don’t make their own chicken stock, but if you occasionally do, and you have some in your freezer you are saving for a special occasion, this is the time to use it.

I save up roasted chicken carcasses in the freezer for stock (that sounds terrible, but it’s a really good idea)

If I don’t have any, I just ask the guys at the meat counter for a few pounds of chicken backs and necks – they are super cheap.

Throw them in a slow-cooker with some carrots, celery, onion or leek, and parnsips. Fresh parsley, thyme, and some black peppercorns. Cover it with water, and add a pinch of salt.

Cook it on high for 7 hours or so….and voila!  Perfect chicken stock, and you aren’t stuck inside, chained to the stove.

Strain it.

Toss it in ice cube trays, and when they are frozen, pop them into Ziplock bags and grab what you need for soups, sauces, etc.

It’ll change your life.  Or at least your soup. For the better.

I learned to make French onion soup in Culinary school, from J.J, a wonderful, sweet but stern, old-school French culinary instructor. He knows his stuff and I think of him every time I make this soup, which is often, in the chilly winter months.

He bakes his instead of broils it, which allows the flavors to concentrate and the croutons to soak up the delicious broth.

I’ve also found it to be less likely to set off your smoke detector.

You can switch the white wine for sherry, and add shallots, leeks or scallions to the mix, if you like. If you have an allium of any sorts in your fridge, toss it in.

Just remember to really brown those onions.

And top it with good toasted baguette and lot’s of gooey cheese.

Happy snow day everyone!

 

Here’s the recipe…

 

 

 

 

 

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Mo’s Birthday Bo Ssam

26 Feb

Last night I hosted a birthday party for my friend Mo.

The girl knows how to party.

Just in case you were wondering, this photo was not taken at the party last night.

It didn’t get that crazy.

But we did have a really excellent time. I may have had one too many cocktails, so I apologize if this blog post is lacking in the coherence department. Or the grammatical-correctness department.  Or the non-blurry photo department.

Blame Mo.

I had been wanting to make Bo Ssam – the luscious, slow-cooked Korean pork dish, ever since I saw Sam Sifton’s adaption of David Chang’s Momofuku Bo Ssam.

This big, casual, get-together was the perfect opportunity.

First, you slather pork shoulder with a dry brine of sugar and kosher salt and let it sit overnight.

Then you cook it in a low oven for 6 hours until it’s collapsing in on itself, all juicy and fatty and pull-apart tender.

Then, you coat it with more sugar, brown this time, and blast it at high heat for a sweet, crackling crust.

Then you shred.

Meat candy.

Wrap it all up in cold Boston lettuce leaves, with jasmine rice, kimchi and a couple of sauces.I whipped up approximations of the ginger-scallion and ssam sauces that Sifton suggests, and put that out with store-bought kimchee and Sriracha. Also some dipping sauce for the dumplings I bought.

I am all about homemade pot stickers but when you are feeding a crowd like this, and you haven’t planned ahead, the freezer

section at your local Asian market is a God-send.

All I can say is, make this recipe.

It does take a while to cook, but you don’t have to do much of anything.

Just baste it every so often, and take deep breaths through your nose as your house fills up with the yummiest, porkiest, aromas.

And don’t be surprised when the whole neighborhood makes their way to your kitchen.

Mo brought a whole gaggle of girls to the party, many of whom I had never met before. They were a blast of course.  Everyone had such a great time – mixing and mingling, eating drinking.

Old friends, new friends.

Good food, cold beer.

It doesn’t get much better than that.

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