Using the leftover curry salt from the Duck, pumpkin, banana, Thai aromatics dish, I made one of my favorite snacks: roasted curry pecans. It's so easy, you really don't need a recipe. Here's what I do: melt a stick of butter in a saute pan, add salt, curry powder, and raw sugar. Stir until butter is melted and all flavors incorporated (use whatever amounts you like, that will satisfy your particular tastes). Throw in a pound or so of pecans. Stir until the nuts are coated. Then, dump the nut mixture from the pan onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. Roast coated nuts in a 375F oven for about 15 minutes. You'll be able to smell when they're done -- the curry smell will deepen, and you'll smell the sugar really start to caramelize. Remove pan from oven and let them cool to room temp. The whole process, start to finish, is 20 minutes at the most.
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While I have you here, I'd like to take a few minutes to respond to a couple of comments that have popped up over the past few weeks. First, from "JoP," one of my most loyal and lovely FL@H readers who continues to follow this blog:
"Can you reflect yet about what it's like cooking from Alinea vs. cooking from French Laundry? FL dishes are familiar in the sense that they're salads, soups, entrees, desserts, etc.; Alinea's dishes are less familiar, tastings rather than typical courses, using ingredient pairings that one probably hasn't had before. One cooks out of FL and says, "Here's dinner." From Alinea, one might say, "Here's a bite (or two or three)." FL is elegant and refined; Alinea is playful (and elegant and refined). I guess what I want to know is: does cooking Alinea feel the same as cooking FL? Or does cooking Alinea feel like playing? Or maybe like doing a science experiment? I'm just wondering if the experience is different, and if so, how."
I've actually been thinking about this a lot lately, because I'm a year into this book and a little over a third of the way through. I'm stepping up my schedule (now that my worklife has slowed to a normal pace), so I'm hoping to post full dishes twice a week instead of once a week from here on out.
But, back to JoP's questions. You know, just last weekend, I went back and re-read FL@H from start to finish, and, as a result, spent a lot of time reflecting on where I was and where I'd gone in the first third of that project. Before I started French Laundry at Home, I knew how to cook, I just needed to reawaken my senses. I needed to get past some of the fears or uncertainties I had about what kind of cook I was. I needed to prove to myself that I could cook every single thing in that book. I was hungry to learn and to be challenged. But above all, I needed (and I mean needed) to write, cook, eat, and learn, all at the same time. It was primal. It was from the gut. It was from the heart. I wanted to learn, and learn from the best.
I look back at some of the posts from my first year of FL@H and laugh, or cringe, or wince, or shake my head. For example, the parmagiano-reggiano crisps? I sweated through that first time making them, and they completely and totally stressed me out. Now? I make them without even thinking. It's become part of my DNA; I go on autopilot. I make a mean effing parm-reg crisp. The duck roulade? It was the first time I'd done anything sous vide, and I really didn't know I was cooking en sous vide. But now? I can cook sous vide. Nearly every single dish that first year changed everything about the way I cook. It made me sharper, more intuitive, and more thoughtful about everyday cooking. It made doing a braised stuffed pig's head seem easy and even enjoyable.
Cooking from the Alinea cookbook is different, but I fear that, for many people, my saying that implies that different is bad, or less than or not quite the other thing. That's not the case here. It's just different. It's different in the same way that my starting French Laundry at Home was different. Back then, I had never cut the face off a softshell crab. I'd never whipped Brie. I'd never cooked with morels. I'd never diced something to 1/16". I'd never broken down a baby lamb. I'd never purchased a pig's head. I'd never made a powder. I'd never made a quenelle. I'd never made veal stock.
But when French Laundry at Home was coming to its inevitable close, I knew I had so much more to learn. I knew there were challenges way above my skill level that I wanted to try. And, again, I wanted to learn from the best. I haven't really talked about this before, but about eight months before the Alinea cookbook came out, I had separate email exchanges with two men in the food world who I greatly admire. With both of them, I wrote about where I was with FL@H and what I might want to do next. I floated the idea of doing the Alinea cookbook -- without knowing anything about it, and not yet having eaten there, either -- and they both said that they thought I was crazy, that it couldn't be done by anyone really, and that there was no way I could do it.
If you know me in real life -- hell, if you've read me long enough -- you know that telling me I can't do something is going to make me want to do it. And as soon as I decided it was the next project I was going to take on, I felt that same buzz of energy and fear that I'd felt when I started French Laundry at Home. That same uncertainty about what kind of cook I was. That same fear of techniques and ingredients I'd never heard of. That same hunger to be challenged. That same drive to write and cook and learn... and, again, to learn from the best.
So, much like the things I didn't know when I started FL@H, when I started this blog, I'd never made an antigriddle out of dry ice and a baking sheet. I'd never used an immersion circulator. I'd never heard of some of the ingredients I'd be working with. I'd never pushed myself this far out of my comfort zone in the kitchen. But I wanted to, because I saw how I grew as a cook and as a person by cooking my way through The French Laundry Cookbook. So, why not try another book that the industry and the media said was the most difficult, challenging, and not-for-the-home-cook? Bring it.
Yes, sometimes the end result of an Alinea dish is just a bite or two, and yes, some of the ingredients, flavor profiles, and techniques are different, but my intent is still the same. By the end of this, I want to have not just cooked every dish in the Alinea cookbook, I want to have grown in new directions as a home cook. None of these dishes have felt like a science experiment, nor have any of them felt like play time. Doing this blog feels like doing something I've never done before, yet within a context I'm comfortable in.
I think the best way I can explain how the two blogs are similar, yet a little different, is by drawing a parallel to the way I like to spend my vacation time. A few times a year, I need to go to my favorite beach town. It's just three hours away and many friends live there year-round, so I always have a place to lay my head at night when I need to hear the ocean and go for a walk along the water, even if it's just a quick day trip or for a weekend. There are times when I just simply need to be there. It's part of who I am.
But, I wouldn't be who I am without opening myself up to new places, people, and things. So, at least once a year, I like to travel to somewhere I've never been before. Sometimes it's overseas, and sometimes it's here in the U.S. -- heck, sometimes I stumble onto new places on the drive to somewhere else. Sometimes, I find places I want to go back to. Other times I don't. But it's about exploring and learning and leaving a piece of me there, and bringing a piece of that place back home with me. And, what I love even more is when those new places become familiar places, because I fall in love with it and want to go back again and again.
I need both kinds of experiences. The new and the familiar. Same thing goes for me in the kitchen. So, you see why ya can't -- or at least I can't -- fairly compare one to the other. They're different, and yet so much the same in terms of how I allow them to shape and mold me.
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Let me take a minute to address the many, many emails and comments I've gotten with the suggestion that I cook my way through Ad Hoc at Home and blog about it. I love that so many of you are loving this book. I love the way it's written and laid out, I love how open and friendly and non-intimidating it is. And, I think it's the kind of book that can teach so much, and pretty much obliterates the need for 75% of all the cookbooks on the market today. I think it's one of Artisan's best books, and if Ann Bramson and the whole Ad Hoc at Home team were standing here in front of me, I'd give them the biggest hug, because this book sings... it absolutely sings.
So...... will I cook my way through it and blog about it?
My answer to that is: No. No, no, no. And also? No.
YOU do it.
Actually, you know what? Don't.
And here's why.
Ad Hoc at Home is written for home cooks. It's why they named it Ad Hoc at Home, instead of just Ad Hoc, or the Ad Hoc Cookbook. It's already all about home cooking, and it's chock full of recipes you can do quite easily, believe me. Ad Hoc at Home is all about bringing people together at a table over plates of incredible food. It's the kind of food you already know how to make, but Thomas shows you how to do it even better. It's the kind of cookbook that should make you want to shut out the world for a few hours while you get your hands dirty and do some good, honest cooking. It's written in such a way -- and the illustrations and the photography are so, so great in this regard -- that it doesn't need to be blogged for other home cooks to be able to cook from it. In fact, I think blogging about it cheapens the intent of what the book has the power to deliver.
One of my favorite food people, Helen Rosner, did a behind-the-scenes story at Ad Hoc with chef Dave Cruz, and they also talked about how this very cookbook is the reverse of other restaurant cookbooks -- that it all started with home cooking.
So, if you have Ad Hoc at Home, my advice to you is to step away from the computer and put down the digital camera. Shove your Blackberry and iPhone into a jacket pocket in the closet. Spend time with the people in your life. Cook. Eat. Drink. Laugh. Enjoy. THAT'S what the book is about. It's not about Flickr or Facebook or Typepad or Twitter. It's about connecting with people face to face, forks in hand, food on the table, and the great stories that come about when people turn off the noise in their lives and actually spend time together with no greater purpose or outcome than to enjoy one another's company. That's what I love about this book. It's the kind of food I want to cook and eat and never ever photograph or write about because the pictures and words could never possibly convey the feeling of what it's like to have people you love at the table with you, eating something you've cooked just for them.
But if you insist on reading a blog about how to cook something from Ad Hoc at Home, there's always this: Ad Hoc at Home, At Home.
UPDATE: Michael Ruhlman just announced on his blog that Ad Hoc at Home just landed at #7 on the New York Times bestseller list. Remarkable, amazing, well-deserved, glorious, and it couldn't have happened to a nicer group of people. LOVING this news!
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Being keen on electronics, particularly computer hardware parts, always wanted to help a wounded animal (thus becoming a veterinarian), and always helping around the kitchen were things that I liked doing as a kid.
However, when my grandfather passed away on the 64th anniversary of D-Day (June 6th) back in 2008, my path in my life took a dramatic change in direction with what I do in my spare time. I started reading everything I could get my hands on that had to do with World War II, whether it be the Pacific or Atlantic theater (he served in Italy in 1944-1945 as a navigator on a B24). Now, I feel that it is my duty to preserve this memory of these war vets that fought in the worst war in human history. Not only do I feel it needs to be done, it is my honor to do it for them.
Posted by: Rob | March 02, 2011 at 12:13 PM
And here's Matt's comment:
I'm failing out of school. My parents love to tell the story of my first day of school. I was excited to ride the bus to school, to be on my own and to learn. Half of a school day later I swore to both my mom and dad that I would never ever go to another day of school in my life. Despite this promise I'm in university again and hate everything. Your two blogs, linked to me by a friend, have been the catalyst for failing exams because I was making stock not studying. Thanks Carol. I'm going to say fuck it and do what interests me, family and everyone else be damned.
Posted by: Matt Shackleford | March 02, 2011 at 05:35 PM
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I have three more copies of Life, on the Line to give away, so stay tuned for that.
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I had a bit of an ingredient-ordering/delivery glitch late last week and into the weekend, so my cooking schedule is all farkakted and I don't have a new dish to post on the blog this week. When the stuff didn't arrive, I was suddenly faced with a completely free weekend. THAT NEVER HAPPENS. So, I watched Season 1 of Modern Family, worked outside in the flower beds to get them ready for spring, ran errands, hosted my neighbors for an evening around the outdoor firepit, watched St. Elmo's Fire on Netflix Instant (!!!) and started gathering up some things I need to sell on Craigslist and eBay. It was exactly the kind of weekend I needed.
And, what I lacked in cooking this weekend, I made up in reading. Oh, you guys. Modernist Cuisine? Is jaw-droppingly gorgeous and full and rich and amazing. There is just so much to read and learn and absorb, and it's really going to be hard to step away from it and work this week. I mean it.
There are multiple volumes covering the history and culture of food, ingredients, science, cooking techniques and fundamentals.... I mean, everything you ever wanted to know or learn about food is in here. The photography will take your breath away. It will also instruct you in ways no other cookbook ever has (or probably could).
But what I found really amazing, and honestly, unexpected, was that there are many, many things in this book I want to cook. Like, immediately. Brussels sprouts. Fish. Pistachio consommé... the list goes on and on and on. And, I'm here to tell you: much of it is doable in your very own kitchen. I swear. There are workarounds for gear you don't want to, or can't, buy. But, trust me: you can cook this food.
I'm not a professional reviewer, but I'm coming at this book from a unique perspective, I think. I tackled The French Laundry Cookbook as a complete amateur. And now, I'm cooking my way through Alinea. Better-skilled, yes, but still: an amateur. I have never gone to culinary school. I have never taken cooking lessons or classes. I have never worked in a restaurant kitchen. I am not inherently a creative or craft-driven person. And yet, I want to learn. There's the adage "write what you know." I find that to be bollocks. I get bored writing what I know and doing what I know. That's why Modernist Cuisine is so appealing to me. It's kind of cool that I can leaf through the book and say to myself: oh, I know how to do that or I've made that before or that actually looks kind of easy. But you know what? You'd be able to do the same thing. And, in doing so, you'd learn a hell of a lot over the many years you'd refer to this book.
There are pages where my brain explodes. Centrifuged pea purée? Mussels in mussel-juice spheres? Edible soap with honey bubbles??? Teach me how to do that.
And, there are many, many pages that make me hug myself in joy: flourless gnocchi, deep-fried Brussels sprouts, caramelized carrot soup, risotto Milanese...
Some people will scoff at this book, whether at the price or the sheer size of it. Or, that the recipes aren't written in the way they are in most cookbooks (which, quite frankly, is a refreshing change). Others might be afraid of it... afraid that it's suggesting a new way to cook and isn't the way we do it now just fine as it is?
Everyone is entitled to his or her opinion. Mine is that I love this book. Unabashedly. There is so much to learn, and so much to read. It's the kind of book I might open on a Thursday morning and think: what can I learn to do this weekend? What can I cook that I already love? How can I grow? Where can I improve? Or, I might just drool over the photos. This is a book I will refer to for years and years and years. I know that already. In fact, I'm making a space for it in the little mudroom/pantry just off the kitchen because it doesn't belong on a shelf in the living room or den. It needs to be read and used, and kept close by.
It's difficult to put into words all that this book encompasses, and all that can be learned. So, if I may, I'd like to borrow from Carl Sagan, who once wrote:
What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
Modernist Cuisine is on back-order everywhere, and they're working on another print run.
I wholeheartedly recommend it.
You can read more about the inner workings of producing this book here.