Tasting your temperature-Part 1

Just like colors, climates, and feelings, flavor can be warm or cool.Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon which blends senses.  It comes from the Greek words, ‘sensation together’.  For example; a person listening to music may see the sound in varying colors.  One might see numbers as points in space.  Or, sounds may produce feelings in different parts of the body.

It’s comforting to put a name to this experience, because I’ve always had what I now call “Culinary Synesthesia”.  To me, flavor has always had color.

Apple pie, a bowl of chili, and sweet potatoes inhabit the warm end of the scale.  Cool flavors are things like crisp lettuce, berries, and asparagus.

And much of the colors are dependent on seasoning.

Spices are ground seeds, nut, roots, or barks.  And almost without exception, they are warm flavors.  Cayenne is bright, burning red.  Curry is an almost neon reddish-orange.  These flavors frighten me and I stay away. But there are friendlier warm spices that evoke cozy sweaters, rustling leaves, and hay rides.  And without them, I’d be bereft and my kitchen would have much less flavor.

My top three are:

Nutmeg-It comes from the Myristica tree.  Always grate fresh.  You never know how old and thus flavorful the pre-ground is.  I use it at least every other day.  Any time I cook dark greens, I sprinkle in a bit.  With any cream sauce it’s a must.  I also put it in hot cereals.  Be careful though.  It can quickly go from just enough, to “Woah Nelly!” in a flash.  Also if eaten by the spoonful can act as a hallucinogen (but don’t do that).Smoked paprika-This isn’t just the tasteless stuff your mother used to sprinkle on the potato salad to make it pretty.  In Spain it’s known as pimentón.  You can buy it smoked or not, and the heat level ranges from non-existent to pretty darn hot (in the spicier varieties, hotter chiles are mixed in).  I use sweet smoked, and it not only adds color, but a subtle smoky flavor.  When using pecans in place of bacon in foods, I toast them in a tablespoon of butter with salt and pepper, and a dusting of paprika.  You get both crunch and smoke, while ingesting a good fat.Chinese Five Spice-This Chinese staple is traditionally made from cinnamon, cloves, star anise, fennel seed, and Szechuan peppercorn.  This spice blend is what gives egg foo yung gravy its distinctive taste.  I purchase mine from the Asian grocer near me; it’s cheaper, authentic, and because they sell a lot of it, there is fairly quick turnover, which means fresher on the shelf.  I use this powder on sweet potatoes and in spice cookies.  But holidays wouldn’t be the same without my famous ham.  And the glaze may change from year to year, but the one constant is my five spice.

Dr. Pepper ham glaze

ham-glaze

4 cups Dr Pepper, reduced ‘til thick and syrupy (about 1-1 ½ cups), then cooled

¼ cup Dijon mustard

¼ cup Balsamic vinegar

1 ½ teaspoons kosher salt

½ teaspoon black pepper

¾ teaspoon Chinese Five Spice powder

A day before cooking the ham:

Whisk together reduced Dr Pepper with the rest of the ingredients.  Refrigerate for at least 24 hours, but can be made up to 4 days before needed.

I urge you to get some fresh spices and play around with them.  And next time we’ll talk about the cooler side of the kitchen, and the herbs that I can’t live without.

Thanks for your time.

 

The Kid in headlights

Recently, I’ve learned something.

I’ve realized why my mom is so eager to have Petey and me visit, and why she doesn’t like it when we show up late, or leave early.

There’s no accounting for her taste, but I think she misses us.

This epiphany smacked me upside the head after The Kid moved out.

I went from being pregnant with my child living inside me, to a baby then toddler that was always with me. Later were schooldays, each one complete with crazy mornings followed by evenings with the whole family. Then it was college, with every break spent at home. The last step was adulthood, and The Kid’s own castle which has relegated us to a couple of phone calls a week and two or three quick (quick to me, anyway) visits a month.

Petey and I are seriously missing this human we’ve created.

It’s like trying to lure a fawn to eat out of your hand. I try to be subtle and not make any sudden movements. Or pester with too many phone calls and emails. I don’t want to scare Bambi off, and clumsily miss a visit or cut one short by being too “Mom.”

So, when we are lucky enough to have The Kid join us for a meal, I try to make sure everything on the menu is either a childhood favorite or something new that will really be enjoyed.

Whenever we eat at Mom’s and something doesn’t turn out perfectly, she gets upset. I have to admit that I’d get a little impatient because it was just a burned roll, or a veg that finished late — no big deal.

But now I understand. A few weeks ago The Kid came for Sunday lunch, and I made a family fave; porcupine meatballs (or as we call them, road kill). I was crushed when they didn’t quite cook all the way through, and the rice was a little crunchy in spots. We were so eager to have our offspring over, and I had screwed it up.

My rational side (and spouse) tells me The Kid probably never gave it a second thought.

Last weekend we had our precious guest for dinner. We had bacon wrapped tri-tip, salad, Whole Food’s really delicious yeast rolls, peas, and a tasty new potato dish.

Horseradish Baked Mashed Potatoes

3 pounds waxy potatoes

1 medium-large russet potato

1 Bay leaf

4 sprigs rosemary

1 1/4 teaspoons dry thyme, divided

1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika

Kosher salt

12 peppercorns + freshly cracked

5 tablespoons butter

½-1 cup buttermilk (approximately)

1/3 cup provolone, shredded

2 tablespoons horseradish

1/2 cup shredded horseradish jack (I use Taste of Inspirations brand available at Food Lion) tossed with 1/4 teaspoon of the thyme and paprika, then set aside.

Peel and cut up potatoes to similar size. Place in a large pot. Cover with cold water by about 2 inches. Add 3 tablespoons salt, bay leaf, 4 sprigs fresh rosemary. In an infuser or cheesecloth, place 1 teaspoon dry thyme and 12-15 peppercorns. Add to water. Boil until knife easily pierces potatoes. Drain, removing any herbs from spuds.

Put potatoes back into pot, along with salt and pepper to taste, and cold butter cut into pieces.

Mash with potato masher until mostly smooth, with a slight chunkiness.

Stir in provolone, horseradish, and about 1/2 cup buttermilk.

Check for seasoning. Stir in only enough buttermilk as needed, you want it stiffer than normal (like biscuit dough). It loosens while baking, and you don’t want it runny when serving. Spoon into greased casserole dish.

Bake covered for 20 minutes at 350.

Uncover, sprinkle on horseradish cheddar, and bake for 30 more minutes. Then put under broiler, and watch until the cheese is browned and crusty. Remove from oven, and let rest for 10 minutes.

Serves 6-8.

So there you have my pathetic tale of woe (and a new way to enjoy spuds).

Your children have the ability to turn you inside out forever. For those living in an empty nest, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

And for parents who are lucky enough to have kids still living at home — just you wait. It’ll come sooner than you think.

Thanks for your time.