Mac and cheese reconfigured

We had some leftover sausages and plums, except Iris had eaten all the plums, and it was only a sausage and a half, not enough for all of us. So I looked in the pasta drawer and found it dangerously low: spaghetti, fettucine, vermicelli, lasagna, and elbow macaroni. I’m not even sure why we have vermicelli, since I don’t even like it.

Trader Joe’s mac and cheese is a lunchtime staple here, especially on farmers market day, when Iris usually demands broccoli and we make mac and broc. Today, though, I grabbed the box of Barilla elbows (which have ridges and are the best elbows I know of), boiled it up, and chopped up the sausage into bite-sized pieces. I warmed the sausage with the remaining wine-plum sauce and used it to sauce the noodles. I threw in a handful of freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano and a little olive oil.

It was delicious, of course, and now I can’t wait to have more leftover sausages and fruit so I can make it again.

Just call it pig butter

Every year for Thanksgiving, we make Cornish pasties, which are football-shaped meat and potato pies. (American football, not soccer ball.) We’ve been looking forward to this for several days, so when Laurie went to get Iris up from her nap, she said:

> **Laurie:** Do you remember what Dada is making for dinner?

> **Iris:** Lobster!

> **Laurie:** Not lobster.

> **Iris:** Pasties!

This year, for the first time, Iris got her own pasty, a little one like those sold “for the cheel” in Penzance. She didn’t eat very much of it, probably because we ate dinner at five o’clock, but then after we got back from visiting the family, she attacked the leftovers like a Cornish coyote. She also brushed the egg wash on the pasties with impressive precision; I think she’s already better with a paintbrush than I will ever be.

Matthew making a pasty

Our pasty dough has a secret ingredient: lard. Many pasty recipes, including the ones we inherited from Laurie’s family, call for shortening, margarine, or both. I’m obviously not a health nut, and there are trans fat-free versions of both products, but there’s something, well, unfestive about them. Pasty dough is fairly bland to start with, and flavorless shortening and margarine aren’t going to help. Also, hey, this is Thanksgiving, America’s holiday, and for centuries lard was America’s fat.

So I replace the margarine with butter and the shortening with lard. But not the hydrogenated lard sold in supermarkets, which tastes like shortening. I buy pork back fat at Uwajimaya (it’s as cheap as you might expect); it’s a common ingredient in dim sum dumplings. I render the lard using what I think is approximately Paula Wolfert’s method. This is total, unforgivable name-dropping, but I know Paula Wolfert, and she totally loves Iris, who calls her “Friend Paula.” That said, it’s not like Friend Paula made me her lard-rendering apprentice; I learned this from her book.

Cut the pork fat into chunks and put it in the food processor. Process it into a paste. Put it in a saucepan, cover, and put in a 250-degree oven for a couple of hours, stirring occasionally. Then strain. After I strain out the cracklings, I usually strain the lard through a paper towel. It will keep in the fridge for at least a couple of months. Use it for making pie crust, cooking quesadillas, roasting potatoes, making tortillas and tamales, or frying doughnuts.

Why isn’t lard more popular? Atkins may be over, but lusting after high-end pork products is still socially acceptable. Paul Bertolli recently quit his job as chef at Oliveto to concentrate on his salami business.

Lard is cheaper than butter and has less saturated fat. Maybe it’s the name, although “lard” has got to be better than the Spanish name, “manteca de cerdo,” which Babelfish translates as “pig butter.” In any case, if you eat pork, there’s really no reason not to have lard in your fridge. You can get pork fat at any Asian grocery, or you can ask your butcher (even a supermarket butcher) to save you some. It makes pastry magically flaky and gives everything else a subtle savory undertone. Luckily, I have plenty of lard left after today’s pasty-making adventure.

One unrelated Thanksgiving story. When we were out visiting there was a bowl of gherkins.

> **Me:** Look, Iris, a gherkin. It’s a tiny pickle.

> **Iris:** (*swiping the gherkin*) Iris like a gherkin.

> **Me:** Hey, Iris stole my gherkin.

> **Iris:** Not Dada’s gherkin. Iris’s gherkin.

Sausages and whatever you got

I happened to stumble across–okay, I was ego-surfing at Technorati–a post by Orangette (whose blog I have now dutifully aggregated) about sausages and grapes. Judging by the photo, she makes it better than I do.

Sausages and grapes is an Italian dish, often called Tuscan but probably made anywhere they have sausages and wine grapes–that is, all of Italy. I first had it at Al Forno restaurant in Providence RI, and since then I’ve written an article about it and made it at home dozens of times from the recipe in Cucina Simpatica, the cookbook version of Al Forno.

Somehow I never stopped to wonder whether sausages cooked up with other fruits would be just as good. Then Molly Stevens’s All About Braising introduced me to sausages with plums. Her method is a little different. For sausages and grapes, you basically toss everything in the oven, and half an hour later it’s magically transformed into dinner. Sausages and plums is a little more work. You brown the sausages in a pan, saute minced shallot and garlic, add sliced plums, deglaze with red wine, and braise on the stovetop.

This is a perfect use for imperfect plums. A good plum is dangerously juicy. If it were a Holst composition, it would be Plum: The Destroyer of Shirt. This time of year, though, you can get plenty of firm, sour, and thick-skinned plums. Just as green mangoes and papayas make brilliant vegetables, so does an unripe plum in this recipe. When we had sausages and plums for dinner last night, Iris ate all her plums, then announced, “Iris eat some Mama’s plums and some Dada’s plums.” And she did.

A few weeks ago I was at Whole Foods, and I couldn’t find the plums. I asked a produce guy, and he said, “Plums are over.” He said it in the exact tone a teenager would use to say, “Mom, Christina Aguilera is so OVER.” Apparently, by asking for plums out of season, I was not only compromising the Whole Foods mission, but quite possibly hastening the extinction of mankind. Mamster: The Despoiler of Stone Fruit.

So I bought some fresh black mission figs and made sausages and figs, which were excellent.

Whole Foods has an amazing sausage case, with over two dozen varieties made fresh daily. Overall, I gravitate toward their chicken sausages; their pork sausages are too lean and tend to cook up dry if you don’t baby them. Obviously, the chicken sausages are even leaner, but somehow they don’t have the same problem. For pork sausages I like Isernio’s hot Italian, which are sold throughout the Pacific Northwest, Alaska, and Hawaii. Unlike most store brands and national brands like Johnsonville, Isernio’s sausages are free of weird stuff like preservatives and corn syrup, and they even sell them at Trader Joe’s.

Now the question is: Sausages and what?

A hardtack is good to find

Nearly every recipe in the mighty 50 Chowders, including the leek and mushroom chowder I made this week, recommends serving with toasted common crackers. What are common crackers? Jasper White explains:

> The common cracker descended from hardtack, also known as ship’s biscuit–a very dense, unleavened brick of baked flour. Necessity wrote this recipe, since flour would not keep in the damp and vermin-infested conditions aboard ship.

(Two of the things I love about Jasper, things that make it very hard to call him anything but “Jasper,” are that he’s always saying mildly folksy things like “necessity wrote this recipe,” and that he has a Yankee sense of thrift. He touts one recipe for making a fifty-cent bowl of chowder.)

It’s a shame there’s no such thing as a time machine, because I would really like to go back a couple hundred years and tell a grizzled ship’s captain that I spent $15 ordering hardtack on the net. Specifically, I ordered two boxes of common crackers from the Vermont Country Store.

Common crackers are just over an inch in diameter and half an inch thick, and they bear a strong resemblance to Parisian macaroons. They’re baked in such a way that they’re very easy to split in two, kind of like an Oreo without filling. If you eat one out of the box, its stale blandness will remind you that this is what sailors (and presumably pirates) were forced to eat when they ran out of jerky.

Vermont common crackersBut split a common cracker, brush it with melted butter, and bake it for ten minutes, and you’ll have a crunchy treat. Eat these with a bowl of chowder (you can dip, crumble, or just enjoy them on the side) and you’ll never want chowder without them again. Plus, kids love them. Iris had a friend over the other day and they were scarfing common crackers like regular deckhands.

There’s a recipe for common crackers in the book In Julia’s Kitchen with Master Chefs. It’s interesting to learn how they’re put together, but should you make them? Let’s give Jasper the last word:

> [A]lmost no home cook knows how to make them. Even those who do know don’t bother, because they take almost two days to make and if you do everything just right, they might turn out as good as the ones you can buy at the store.