Monthly Archives: October 2006

The fens

One of my favorite vegetables is fennel. I feel mildly embarrassed about this, the way I do when some radio-friendly chestnut comes around in shuffle mode on iTunes (think “Right Here Right Now”). The 90s are over, right, fennel?

Not around here. When fennel’s in the pan, there is no other place I wanna be. I cook it a few different ways, but the other night I made caramelized fennel to go with duck hash. Like most food writers, I cringe instinctively at the word “caramelized,” which is both overused and somewhat inaccurate, since caramelization is something that happens to sugar, and generally what people are talking about is browning, a reaction that involves sugar and protein. Anyway, in the case of fennel, it really does feel like you’re making caramel, since fennel alone will produce a gooey and slightly sweet glaze.

Fennel is best cooked a lot or not at all. A shaved fennel salad is delicious. But I usually cook it. In this case, I trimmed away the stalks and thinly sliced the fennel parallel to the thick side of the bulb. Probably I should have dug out my mandoline for this. Mandolines are also kind of 90s. Then I trimmed any large pieces of core in the slices. Then I tossed them in a pan with some olive oil, butter, and salt over medium-high. After they started to brown, I turned the heat down a little bit. Totally cooking time was probably 15 or 20 minutes, during which I flipped the fennel occasionally so every surface would have an opportunity to brown.

Fennel is pretty expensive, but one fat bulb is plenty for two people, or for three people if one of them doesn’t like fennel. (Hi, Iris!)

The fennel revolution: it’s already passed you by!

Shorty

When I was first starting out as a food writer, in 1999, it seemed like everyone was talking about short ribs. Every self-respecting restaurant had braised short ribs on the menu, except the Korean restaurants, which had grilled short ribs, and everyone proclaimed the economy and flavor of this–and I recall this phrase specifically–“neglected cut.”

I would nod along dutifully whenever I read this sort of thing, despite the fact that I’d never eaten a short rib and wasn’t entirely sure what braising was. I had eaten beef ribs at Tony Roma’s. Then one day it all came together. I had an appealing recipe (which I’ll give below), short ribs were on sale at Whole Foods, and Laurie was out of town, so if the short ribs were terrible I could throw them out and if they were great, I could save her some.

The short ribs were not terrible. Everyone was right. Since then I’ve cooked my way through many short ribs, and I have, if not wisdom, at least some observations to impart on the subject. And I still make, with a few changes, that first recipe, which is from Mark Strausman’s terrific book The Campagna Table.

* Short ribs come in two cuts.

*English-style ribs* are a three to four-inch length of a single rib with meat attached. They tend to hold together best in the pot and make the best presentation, and they are also more likely to be found in a supermarket. The drawbacks are that they tend to be a little more stringy (though rarely unpleasantly so), require a lot more trimming, and often you end up with some pieces with almost no meat on them.

*Flanken-style ribs* are cut across the ribs so that each piece has three or four bones in it. (Three is easier to deal with.) I tend to buy these when I can, and I usually can, since they’re sold at Don and Joe’s Meats at Pike Place Market. It’s hard to keep them together for a nice presentation after they’re braised, but I don’t really care, especially since they generally require zero prep time.

If this is unclear or you’d like a picture, the Hormel Corporation is here for you as always. This site not only shows what flanken- and English-style ribs look like, but it points out that ribs cut from the chuck are meatier than those from the plate, and when you get a rib that’s mostly fat, it’s an end piece from ribs 10 through 12. This is more than you wanted to know, but I can see myself storming the butcher counter at my supermarket, brandishing a tray of meat, and saying, “Dammit, Bob, I’ve had it with these end pieces of ribs 10 through 12.” There is tons of other great meat info at Hormel.com, from the people who brought you Spam.

* Most short rib recipes instruct you to begin by browning the short ribs on the stovetop. This is messy, time-consuming, and–as Cook’s Illustrated determined in 2000–unnecessary, because you can brown the ribs in the oven. Place them on a foil-lined baking sheet and roast them for 45 minutes at 450°F.

* Short ribs take well to a great variety of flavors. The recipe I offer here is staunchly European, but my second-favorite is an Asian inspired preparation from Bittman and Vongerichten’s book Simple to Spectacular, which also has four other great short rib recipes.

* Like most braises and stews, short ribs are better a day or two after you cook them. Also, I find cooking ahead lots of fun. The pressure is off. If it takes an extra hour, who cares?

* Short ribs make an awesome pasta sauce. Just braise them in tomato sauce and shred the meat.

**SHORT RIBS WITH LENTILS AND WHEAT BERRIES**
Serves 4 to 6

*Mark Strausman says, “Short ribs are often found in peasant cooking; they are the least expensive cut of meat.” If only this were still true. Because of their trendiness, short ribs are generally more expensive than boneless chuck roast or several other cuts, but they’re also better.*

3 to 4 pounds beef short ribs (flanken or English-style)
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
1 large onion, diced
1 carrot, peeled and diced
1 stalk celery, diced
1 leek, halved and thinly sliced
1/2 cup French green lentils
1/2 cup wheat berries (see note)
2 bottles (24 ounces) porter beer, such as Anchor Porter
1 cup canned crushed tomatoes
4 cups chicken stock
2 tablespoons minced fresh herbs of your choice (I had parsley and sage on hand)

1. Preheat the oven to 450°F. Season the ribs liberally with salt and pepper and place them on a foil-lined baking sheet. Roast 45 minutes or until they’re nicely browned.

2. While the ribs are roasting, heat the olive oil in a dutch oven or other large pot over medium heat. (I got a blue Le Creuset oval dutch oven for my birthday this year, and it is the ultimate braising tool. Also, it’s called a “cocotte,” which is fun to say.) Add the garlic, onion, carrot, celery, and leek. Cook until vegetables are limp but not browned, 5 to 10 minutes.

3. Add the lentils, wheat berries, beer, tomatoes, chicken stock, and herbs, and stir to mix. Add the browned ribs, raise the heat to medium-high, and cover. When the pot is boiling, transfer it to the oven. Braise for 2-1/2 to 3 hours, or until meat is very tender. Serve immediately or cool to room temperature and refrigerate.

**NOTE:** Wheat berries are available in the bulk section at any health food store–although mine managed to run out, so I substituted barley and it was fine. There are hard and soft wheat berries; either will work.

Level two alert

I’m on the second floor of the new Chocolati Cafe (1716 North 45th Street ) in Wallingford. Like many of my other favorite coffee shops, Chocolati has a mezzanine level. The wireless is a little weak up here, and my main view is of the air conditioner, but I still give this place the thumbs-up for the interesting internal and external views and the excellent hot chocolate for $2.

Neo geo

I had a dream last night about geoducks. In the dream, I went up to the shellfish stand at the farmers market and the guy running the stand was dressed as a ship’s captain. I said, “Hey, how far in advance would I have to order a geoduck?”

“I can give you one right now,” said the guy, throwing a live geoduck at me. I caught it, and the siphon was flopping all over. Then Iris walked by and said, “Dada, why you got a geoduck?”

I’m really glad Freud is too dead to comment on blogs.

I’ve got a good idea!

Lately, Iris has been requesting Trogdor stories.

Trogdor is a dragon. According to Iris, Trogdor likes to show up announced and eat things in our house. No other form of the Trogdor story is acceptable. Sometimes Iris chooses what Trogdor will eat, and sometimes Laurie and I have to. Last night Laurie said, “I’m going to tell a story about Trogdor eating s’mores.”

“No, *I* have to say what Trogdor is eating,” said Iris.

“Okay, what should Trogdor eat?”

“Um…s’mores?”

Today, Iris informed me: “I’ve got a good idea…Trogdor should have a bagel!”

Trying to distract her from Trogdor, I showed her this article in today’s Seattle Times, about the lifecycle of the geoduck. She pointed at the geoduck’s siphon.

> **Iris:** Is that the neck?

> **Me:** Yes. It’s also called the siphon.

> **Iris:** And also called the drumstick.