Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Poor Man's Sous-Vide

We asked our friend and fellow food and farming explorer, Matt Rothe, to write a guest post for our blog.  Sometimes, it's just nice to have the articles come to you!

Poor Man's Sous-Vide
I don’t actively follow food trends, but by the nature of my work (Sustainable Food Program Manager), the industry in which I’m employed (university foodservice) and the people with whom I frequently interact (chefs), I tend to stay abreast of what’s new and hip in the culinary world.  Lately it seems I’ve heard much about a style of cooking called sous-vide, which is French for “under vacuum”.

In simple terms, sous-vide cooking involves sealing food in a plastic bag, depositing the bag and its contents in a relatively low temperature water bath, and cooking it for a designated period of time at a constant temperature.  One of the primary benefits of this type of cooking is that food can be cooked perfectly evenly and to an exact “doneness”—two elusive attributes in cooking most types of meat.
One could argue that attaining an evenly cooked hamburger is not a gastronomic problem in need of a solution.  After all, humans have been ravenously consuming meat cooked over direct heat and varying degrees of doneness for millennia.  But by this logic, I can’t imagine that we’d have ever invented plumbing, made art, or built solid-state devices that put the entire accumulated knowledge of mankind in one’s hand.

To satisfy my intellectual curiosity, I turned to my own handheld solid-state device for some instruction.  I found some mostly useful and consistent information about the technique, but I was aghast at the retail price of the equipment.  Moreover, sous-vide equipment is not a commodity in the markets for used goods: Craigslist turned up zilch and the clerk at my local Goodwill said everything with an apologetic shrug.  Over a day of intermittent and mindless rumination, however, Occam finally wielded his razor.

It turns out that successfully cooking sous-vide requires equipment and miscellany that most people, including myself, already have or keep inventory of in their kitchen:  a stove, a stock pot, a re-sealable plastic bag, a thermometer, a timer, and a little time to correlate one’s stovetop settings to sustained cooking temperatures.  In this experiment, I don’t know if I was prouder of the resulting hamburgers or that I thwarted the Jedi mind tricks of the consumer electronic industry.

In a bowl, I combined:
  • 1 pound of grass-fed ground beef with
  • 1 heaping tablespoon of salt
  • 1 teaspoon of ground pepper
  • 1 packed half-cup of finely chopped fresh sage, rosemary and thyme (I prefer garlic chives to thyme but mine were crowded out by my wormwood)
I like to form 1/6 pound sliders, in part because they afford healthy portions, but also because the small brioche buns I like to put them on come 6 to a bag and I never end up with a random unused bun that has no culinary value beyond the delivery of a hamburger.

I placed the sliders in a one gallon Zip-Lock bag, sucked the air out by using the protective tube for my thermometer, and placed them in an 8 quart stock pot filled to about half with water.  I imagine every stove’s settings are unique, but to sustain a temperature of 130 degrees Fahrenheit, which will result in a perfectly medium-rare hamburger, requires a rather low setting (2 of 8 on the small burner for my stove).  I cooked the burgers for about an hour after the water returned to the desired temperature.

One negative attribute of cooking sous-vide is that you never reach temperatures that invoke the   Maillard reaction, which in the opinion of food scientists (and confirmed by those who eat), is half the sensory appeal to cooked food, including meat.  With that shortcoming in mind, I brought a cast iron skillet with a few tablespoons of canola oil to a medium-high temperature and, after removing and lightly drying the sliders with a paper towel, fried them for about a minute per side, giving them a slight brown color and the characteristic smell of cooked beef.

I served the sliders on a toasted brioche bun with a thin slice of soft goat cheese.  Primacy bias aside, I dare say they were the best hamburgers I’ve ever eaten.  At two hours in the making they were not, however, the fastest hamburgers I’ve ever made.  On the net, I’d conclude that cooking sous-vide is a worthy pursuit for any serious cook or foodie who’s interested in exploring the margins of flavor and learning new techniques in their free time.  It need not be, whatever one’s interest or means, an expensive affair.

About the author: Matt was raised on a large conventional corn farm on the plains of Colorado. After graduating from Dartmouth College with a degree in Environmental Earth Science, he took a position with Niman Ranch (in the Bill Niman days) as their Director of Operations. While there, Matt played an instrumental role in growing its network of sustainable family farmers and gained an acute appreciation for the challenges and opportunities of today’s food system. Matt left Niman Ranch to pursue an MBA at Stanford, during which time he co-founded the Climate Conservancy with the owner of this blog, Jim Sweeney, and their mutual friend, Steve Davis.  To support his habit of saving the world, Matt worked briefly as the Director of Operations & Sustainability with the venture-backed functional food start-up Attune Foods.  After the markets crashed and the dream of labeling consumer products with their carbon footprint drifted away, Matt retuned to Stanford to pursue his other passion, real food, by directing the Sustainable Food Program for Stanford Dining.  Matt has spent his entire life working within the food system and he has accumulated first-hand experiences that span from the knock box to the corporate boardroom.  Taken together, it’s all made for some interesting observations and insights about our food, which he shares on this blog and through guest lectures and other speaking engagements.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Chicken Scratch

We'd like to talk a bit about eggs.  We had some guests coming over last weekend (Chris and Monica, Sara (Chris' sister) and Jeff and their daughter Roxy) and we decided to do Eggs Blackstone.  We are all getting more and more heavily into local, organic and homemade food so Jim took a ride to the Zen Hen Hut on the Mesa in Arroyo Grande (AG).  That hill is a killer.  Without the gearing on the touring bike, he never would have made it.  He claims that he's "going over the grade" to Pozo to check out the Nick Ranch which provides the grass-fed beef to Grande Markets in AG.  Peta suspects that he wants her to come pick him up at the Pozo Saloon where they can enjoy a beer and a burger.  She may be on to something there.

Long story short (too late), Jim met the egg lady, Peri, who was chopping up slightly over-ripe tomatoes and bananas(?) for her 37 girls and one banty cock.  Yeah, I could have said rooster.  Jim talked to her for too long and then bought two dozen eggs.  At $4/doz, they aren't cheap, but pastured eggs have been shown to have  

• 1⁄3 less cholesterol 
• 1⁄4 less saturated fat
• 2⁄3 more vitamin A
• 2 times more omega-3 fatty acids 
• 3 times more vitamin E
• 7 times more beta carotene and 
4-6 times more vitamin D

 That's good news especially if you have cholesterol issues but love eggs.  However, Jim had an ulterior motive in addition to merely purchasing the eggs.  He and Peta purchased a chicken coop off of Craigslist the week before and were going to get some laying hens (Asutralian: chooks) over the weekend and he wanted to check out her operation.  He got some pointers, but crazy things have happened since the birds arrived.  We were supposed to get three 4 month old chickens, but one died before we picked it up, so another Craigslist guy gave us a 6 month old for the same price ($12).  We got them home in cardboard boxes in the Mini Cooper along with supplies from the hardware store.  We put them in the coop and Une (we know that 'poulet' is maculine, but this chook is a Sheila!  Crikie!) a Black sex link started really whaling on Trois, another fellow Black sex-link and giving Deux, a Delaware, a few nasty pecks in between.  Not knowing what to do other than debeak them and not knowing how to do that or separate them, Jim got Une out of the coop/tractor and put her into the yard.  She walked around contentedly until Jim heard a hawk and then spied three of them circling.  So he put some temporary chicken-wire around the coop so that she'd be contained in an emergency and everything seemed hunky dory.  She got out a few times be would always return to the safety of the temporary enclosure.

It was only when the night began to fall and we'd had an adult beverage that she refused to go back in to the temporary pen.  Have you see the Rocky films?  Can you hear Burgess Meredith as Rocky's trainer Mick as he exhorts the Italian Stallion to catch the chickens?  "They're like greased lightening, Rocky!"  That was us, except for the boxing angle and that our new neighbors laughing at us.  Finally, we got her into the temporary enclosure and it was time to put her into the run for safety, but not the coop/roost so that she wouldn't kill the little gals.

Jim began to decrease the size of the enclosure and that's when it happened.  The wire formed a ramp up to the roof of the roost and she scrambled/flapped up it to the peak to gain height (and domination on Jim).  Now, you might be thinking, "Hey city-boy/girl, dontcha know that chickens can fly?"  Yes.  Yes we do.  They can fly and not too badly.  Well, better than emus anyway.  But we thought that the wings had been clipped although we hadn't actually researched what a clipped wing actually looks like.

So she's up on the roof about eye-level with Jim and he makes a grab for her.  "Up, up and away.  On my beautiful balloon..."  Over the fence she goes to the neighbors that we have not yet met.  Sweet.  Jim has heard that the lady next-door is super fussy about her flowers so he goes next door and leaves a note hoping that they won't call the cops because chicken might not even be legal.  The next day, neighbor Steve knocks on the door for our first meeting.  He invites Jim over and they spend the intervals when CJ is asleep chasing Une around his yard with bedsheets, food enticements and finally the whole roll of chicken wire.  Then it starts raining.  Then she hides under the thorny blackberry bushes.  Jim said to Steve, "Ah, the heck with this" while in his mind he was thinking, "Fuck off, chicken.  Next time you see me I'll have my pellet gun."

Two hours later as it's getting to dark, Steve informs us that Une has climbed up an apricot tree and flown back into our yard.  Hooray!   She's still loose, but to make a really long story slightly shorter, she was near the coop so Jim just opened the door and walked around the coop until she went in.  Case closed.  No eggs yet, but no bird deaths either.  We'll be clipping her primary flight wings (propulsion) this weekend but leaving the secondary wings (lift). 

They are eating a ton of weeds and CJ loves them.  Once the eggs start flowing we'll let you know how it goes.

Jim & Peta

PS: if nothing else, we now have a much better understanding of the sayings: pecking order, hen-pecked, she rules the roost, flew the coop and chickens coming home to roost.

Monday, February 6, 2012

One wingie-dingie... two wingie-dingie

So the Patriots came up short against the Giants again.  Bummer.  So let's talk Superbowl food instead.  We went over to Chris and Monica's house for the game and we over-catered, as usual. 

There were:
  • Hummus and Crudites
  • Cal-Poly Smoked Gouda
  • Parmesan and Dried Apricots
  • Mushrooms on Toast
  • Asian Wings
  • Hot Wings
  • Caesar Salad
  • Lamb Meatballs with Pine Nuts and Pomegranate Molasses Glaze

We can't speak for anything but the Hot Wings and the Caesar Salad about which we have posted previously.  Oh wait, no we haven't.  Here's the recipe that Peta used from the Reluctant Gourmet.  Jim cannot vouch for its quality since he couldn't focus on anything but the wings and the game.  However, the other party-goers were happy with the flavor and we'll probably use that recipe again.

As for the Hot Wings, Jim used this recipe to satisfy his desire for those wings that come out of the kitchen that blow apart your sinuses.  Unfortunately, this recipe was not that one.  Here are the ingredients:
  • 4 to 5 pounds chicken wings
  • Freshly ground black pepper
  • Salt (if desired)
  • 4 cups vegetable oil
  • 4 Tablespoons butter (1/2 stick)
  • 5 Tablespoons Louisiana-brand hot sauce or Tabasco sauce
  • 1 Tablespoon white wine vinegar 
Jim did take heed of a comment on the page to coat the wings in butter first and then add the hot sauce and vinegar.  It made sense and this technique did indeed create a crispy wing.  However, the wings were not nearly hot enough and the bleu cheese dressing was not even needed to cool things down.  [At this point, Jim doesn't follow a recipe for the dressing anymore.  He added varying amounts of mayonnaise, crème fraîche (one part buttermilk to seven parts cream, shake well, leave on the counter covered with a paper towel then refrigerate), Worcestershire sauce, lemon juice, black pepper and crumbled bleu cheese and checked with Peta to make sure that it was good enough.]

The fault of the lack of heat was probably using a store brand "Louisiana" hot sauce without even checking the heat level.  Just inexcusable laziness.  Adding cayenne and a bit more vinegar for the added tang could have done the trick.  Maybe?  We'll find out next season...

Jim & Peta

Friday, December 30, 2011

Porcetta: Pork Wrapped Pork

Ever since the halcyon days in Marin, we have been hunting it: the elusive Porcetta.  One day, at the Corte Madera mall, we were ravenous and had not packed a lunch.  We stopped by A.G. Ferrari Foods, which specializes in Italian food.  There's a fuzzy memory of wanting to make Bucatini All'Amatriciana and we needed the bucatini (spaghetti straws) and guanciale (unsmoked, cured pig jowls).  This isn't the recipe that we used, but it's a standard dish out of Amatrice, Lazio, Italy and it'squick meal, even if two of the ingredients won't be found at the mega-mart.  Ferrari's had them both, but what really got us was the sandwich that we devoured made of Porcetta thinly-sliced on foccacia with arugula and a garlic aioli.  Out of this world and we've been looking for Porcetta ever since.

Because we didn't really know what it was, we kept looking in the pancetta/prosciutto section of the markets.  Once we came to understand that Porcetta is a loin wrapped in pig belly, we figured that we'd just have to make it ourselves.  We chose this Porcetta recipe and only cut back on the red pepper flakes by half.  It turned out plenty hot enough (almost too hot) and the taste was beautiful.  Peta didn't care for the skin, perhaps because it was not crispy enough?  Next time (yes, next time), we'll pull the meat at 130 and crank the heat back up to 500 F to re-crisp the skin.  The first 40 minutes at 500F might not have done it.  Oh, the first knot that Jim made was a slip knot that he had learned how to make for the guy wires for the tent while camping in Western Australia.  Cool!

We chose to make the roast for Jim's dad Jim Sr.'s 65th birthday.  Although not a "foodie", he is usually pretty game to try new things after some brown likker.  We plied him with Makers Mark and paired the Porcetta with buttermilk mashed potatoes and skillet greens (a mixture of beet greens, chard and mustard greens) and finished with a crummy cherry pie from Albertsons and decent Breyers vanilla ice-cream.  Happy 65th to dad!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Eggs Cole

The other day we visited with our friends Chris and Monica.  They made
  • Bloody Marys with fresh tomato and celery with pepper vodka
  • Mimosas with fresh squeezed orange juice
  • Damned good coffee
  • A dish that Monica dubbed "Eggs Cole" after our little guy
and they knocked it out of the park!

Eggs Cole is a mish-mash of different Eggs Benedict versions.  If you had Eggs Florentine but replaced the spinach with arugula and Eggs Blackstone but you replaced the "streaky bacon" with pancetta and 86'd the tomato you would have Eggs Cole.  We used San Luis Obispo sourdough wheat for the English muffins, so the lineage to the Eggs Benedict is pretty tenuous, but they you go.  It's not as far as our invention, Eggs Merci, is from its progenitor.  So, to recap:

Eggs Cole
  • San Luis Obispo sourdough wheat
  • Pancetta
  • Wilted Arugula
  • Poached (or over-easy) Eggs
  • Hollandaise sauce [we will get Monica's recipe since it is better than ours and seems easier]
More please!

Jim and Peta

PS: We've had to look up the variations so much that we're just going to list them below

  • Eggs Royal includes chicken livers 
  •  
  • Eggs Hemingway (also known as Eggs Royale, Eggs Pacifica, Eggs Montreal) substitutes salmon for the ham. This is a common variation found in Australia and New Zealand.
  • Eggs Neptune or Crab Benedict or Eggs Chesapeake substitutes crabmeat for the ham.



Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Crown Not Fit for a King

This past weekend, we invited a co-worker of Peta's and his wife and young son over for a dinner. We traveled to nearby Arroyo Grande to check out the local butcher shop and to purchase a replacement honing steel. Dangerous dull knives be gone! They didn't have pork shanks, although they thought that they did in the freezer, for a dish that we have made before called Stinchetti di Maiale Arrosto (Roast Pork Shanks) then they didn't have duck legs (for some sort of confit over bitter greens) because they only get Muscovy breasts.

But they did have rib roast, so we decided to do a standing rib roast. Jim used this recipe and sort of blew it in two ways. When we couldn't find the kosher salt and Peta asked, "More salt than that?" and Jim said, "Does the Pope shit in the woods?", it was profane and wrong. Too much salt. Then, because we started early and later than expected, turning the heat down to 300 F for 4 hours rather than 325 for 3 hours was not nearly low enough. The meat was tender, but over-cooked. Not by much, but over-cooked none the less.

The two pluses were that 1) we had wanted to use a coffee rub on meat for a while and the flavor was good and and 2) we eschewed the vanilla in the recipe because there was no way that either of us would add vanilla to a rib roast. No &%*^ way!

As for the accompaniments, there were issues there too. For the first time in a while, we have a TV. We've been watching a bit (too much) and on the food network, it's been "gastrique this" and "gastrique that". We finally looked it up and realized that a gastrique is what we do every time we make BBQ sauce. Who knew? So we found a recipe for Skillet Greens with Crispy Shallots and Cider Gastrique. We used beet greens so that the cooking time would be less than say, collard greens, and so that we'd have the beets themselves to roast with thyme. Unfortunately, it takes a lot more greens that the greens from two bunches of beets to serve four people. Another mis-step.

To accompany the meal, Josh and Katie brought a smooth, aged (2006?) BV cabernet sauvignon. We also cracked a magnum of what was most likely a Louis Martini Monterosso cab that Jim's brother bought (stole for) him a few years back. No label but it was good. We only had a glass each so we just polished it off last night with some friends over beautiful big burgers.

And that's all we've got to say about that.
Jim and Peta

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Gerber Shmerber!

A big hello to the gaping maw that is the Internet from Jim and Peta!

We've been very busy with our bambino who is now seven months old. Too busy to make a lot of crazy food, test recipes and be food pedants. However (you knew there'd be a "however"), we have been making baby food. Since at least 1995, we've known that foods ingested by a pregnant mother can affect the odor (and taste?) of amniotic fluid. Then there was an NPR segment on the same issue recently. We figured that because we ate so much weird stuff (our usual fare) during Peta's pregnancy, that CJ would be up for anything. In addition to mashing up things like mango and avocado (not together!), things that Jim didn't eat until later in life, three "weird" things that we've fed him so far have been pear-broccoli-ginger, squash and lemongrass and sweet potato-spinach-cilantro-cumin. He has loved them!

So if you are adventurous eaters, don't baby your baby! Food allergies are a concern, of course, so we are introducing things slowly, one-by-one, but we like to mix it up for him. We love to cook (duh), and we don't want to be in a situation where we are making two (or more) different meals just because chicken nuggets and goldfish are the only things our kids will eat.

Pear-Broccoli-Ginger Baby Food


  • Peel 6 pears, cut into quarters the long way, core them and place in a covered pot with a small amount of water.


  • Peel a 2-inch piece of ginger, grate it and add it to the pears. Bring the water to a boil and turn heat down to low.


  • Trim one small head of broccoli and cut into small pieces. Peel the stem and add it or compost it! Steam the broccoli but keep it dark green.


  • When the pears can be pierced with a knife, add the broccoli (minus the broccoli water) and puree with an immersion blender.


  • Let it cool and feed it to your youngins! Freeze the leftovers in ice cube trays and you'll have a once a day/once every two day meal.
Jim and Peta