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Thirty seven years ago, I met a man on an island off Cape Cod, Mass., and we had a summer romance. We made fish stew and grilled local striped bass. We baked bread, picked wild island grapes and took long beach walks. And when the summer was over, I figured I’d go back to my life and he would return to his.
But it didn’t happen that way. The relationship turned out to be the real deal. Thirty years ago this month, we were married, and now we are back on this island celebrating those three decades together.
This island is a place that never disappoints. Every time we come here, I worry movie stars and politicians will have ruined the place. And although there is much hype and McMansions are now littered along some of the shoreline, this is still a place of pristine beauty.
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So here we are again, cooking local seafood and taking long beach walks and early morning swims in the almost too cold ocean waters. This year there’s been a bit of a drought on the island, and that has translated to dry fields and spotty lawns. But it has also produced a bumper crop of beach plums.
Each year when we come here in late summer/early fall, I hunt the dirt roads and beach paths for the elusive beach plums. They look like a cross between an oversize blueberry and a black-purple grape. Beach plums are stone fruits, related to other plums, cherries and peaches. They flower in late spring and bear fruit in the early fall, depending on the weather.
They grow along sandy paths near salt water. They are often planted for erosion control and feed off of salty sprays and sandy soil. They are very sour and sometimes bitter, full of a crisp, distinctively fruity, almost earthy taste. They make terrific jelly.
The day we arrived, I walked to the beach and was shocked to find bushes bursting with fruit — thousands of beach plums. I ran back home and got a huge bucket and started picking. It didn’t take long to fill that bucket and then another.
Beach plum jelly a balance of bitter and sweet
Making beach plum jelly is a lot like making wild grape jelly. (In fact, the recipe below works well for both.) If it were a perfect world, I would add a lot less sweetener to the jelly, but the sourness needs balance, and I’ve found a mixture of white sugar and maple syrup works well.
This recipe involves several steps, but it is actually quite simple. The gorgeous deep purple-pink color and sweet, tart flavors are at home on the day’s first buttered toast or used to glaze a duck, spread on a sharp cheddar cheese sandwich or serve as a condiment with grilled leg of lamb.
The jelly makes a wonderful anniversary gift. Like a long marriage, it is a great balance of sweet and bitter.
Use beach plums, Concord grapes or a combination to make the jelly. It will keep in the refrigerator in a tightly sealed Mason jar for well more than a month or can be canned and kept in a cool, dark spot for up to a year. More prep time will be needed for picking, and cook time includes time to drain the cooked plums.
- About 20 cups beach plums
- 4 cups water
- About 3 cups sugar
- About 1 cup maple syrup
- 1 to 2 ounces liquid pectin
- Prepping the beach plums is crucial to good jelly. Remove all stems, rotten or moldy plums, or under-ripe beach plums (which will be hard and pale pink or red like a cranberry). Wash thoroughly and then measure the fruit.
- Place the clean beach plums into a large pot and cover with water. Bring to a boil over high heat.
- Lower the heat and, stirring frequently, cook for about 10 to 15 minutes, or until the fruit is softened.
- Place a colander or sieve over a large bowl or pot and pour the fruit through it. Let it strain by gently pushing down on the fruit with a wooden spoon or spatula to extract as much juice as possible. I let my plums strain all day, covered with a piece of clean cheesecloth to avoid fruit flies. It can sit for hours.
- When you think all the juice has been extracted, measure how much you have. Add about 1/2 cup sweetener for each cup of beach plum juice. (A half-cup will give you sweet-tart jelly, while 1 cup will obviously give you a sweeter jelly). I like to add a combination of sugar and maple syrup.
- Bring to a boil over high heat, stirring until the sugar has dissolved.
- Reduce heat to moderate and let simmer about 10 minutes.
- Add the pectin and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low and cook about 10 minutes to allow the jelly to thicken.
- Taste for sweetness and adjust accordingly. To test for doneness, add a spoonful to a small plate and place in the freezer for 10 minutes. It should be quite thick.
- Put the jelly into sterilized jars and refrigerate or process for 20 minutes.
Main photo: Beach plum jelly. Credit: Kathy Gunst
It wasn’t until we got off the ferry on North Haven, Maine, and started to move on island time that I realized just how badly we needed this break.
North Haven is tiny — roughly 12 miles long and 3 miles wide. It is situated in Penobscot Bay an hour and 10 minute ferry ride (and a mere 12 miles) off the coast of Rockland, Maine.
Our room at Nebo Lodge wasn’t quite ready, so we headed to one of the many beaches on the north side of the island.
Small-town Maine makes everyone feel welcome
North Haven is a place where everyone who drives, walks or bikes by waves hello when you pass on the road. And you wave back. It’s a place with public-access trails across someone’s gorgeous field where you are welcome to park and hike the mowed trail and climb down the ladder onto the secluded beach facing Camden Hills. It’s a place where you won’t see another living soul in sight when you reach the beach. Instead, you share the beach with 10,000 rocks (Maine’s famed rocky shoreline), two yellow kayaks moored to a tree and many seagulls.
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A long swim (yes, the water is icy) woke me up and made me feel so good I just kept swimming. Finally, I headed back to my towel to join my husband, and we fell into a deep sleep. Not even the annoying flies or brisk ocean breeze could wake us.
But when I woke and saw where we were (and did an internal check to see how good I felt), I couldn’t believe it was the same day, the same week or even the same month as the one I woke up to this morning.
We stopped in at the North Haven Oyster Co., but no oysters were to be had because of heavy rains. Try tomorrow, said the oysterman, who was slumped in an old chair smoking a cigarette looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.
When we checked in to Nebo Lodge, our home for the next two days, there was freshly made iced tea with lemon and fresh mint leaves as well as paper thin, almost lacy chocolate chip cookies waiting for us. Suddenly, still in my not-quite-dry bathing suit, I realized we were on vacation.
Nebo Lodge is owned by Chellie Pingree, who represents Maine’s 1st District in the U.S. House of Representatives. She’s a woman who fights hard to keep Maine’s food and farming traditions alive, among other important causes. She and daughter Hannah Pingree (also a politician) own the inn. Amanda Hallowell is the talented chef. The food comes from nearby Turner Farm — the island farm Pingree and her husband, Donald Sussman, own — where meat, vegetables, dairy and spectacular flowers are raised.
That night at dinner, at tables decorated with vintage flowered cloth tablecloths and tiny vases full of garden flowers, we sat outside on the porch, no mosquitoes biting our ankles, and started with seared padron peppers in olive oil and Maine sea salt — blistering hot and perfectly cooked. I also rolled up and devoured a Peking duck wrap, with house-pickled radishes, cucumbers and fabulous sticky rice and Sriracha. The harpooned swordfish came on a skewer with chunks of grilled bread on a bed of Israeli couscous. House-made ice cream with a salted caramel sauce ended the meal.
The next morning, we dined on fresh blueberry muffins, Turner Farm yogurt, cereals and fruit. A farm-fresh egg, yolk bright as a garden sunflower, was served with Turner Farm lamb sausage and house-made bread.
Over the next two days, we biked, swam, napped. We ate chowder and lobster rolls, fish sandwiches and ice cream cones. Two days of letting go, Maine style.
By the time we were on the ferry to return home, we were holding hands and smiling, ready to get back to whatever awaited us.
A classic Maine lobster roll contains fresh lobster meat tossed with mayonnaise and, sometimes, finely chopped celery. That’s it. The salad is stuffed into a buttered and grilled hot dog roll. You can do it the old-time Mainer way, but I happen to like my (slightly yuppie) version better, combining fresh-cooked lobster meat with just a touch of mayonnaise spiked with lemon juice, lemon zest, chives and scallions. And I like serving it on a piece of buttered, grilled baguette because I love the crunch and texture of French bread with the tender lobster meat.
- 2 one-pound lobsters, or 1 cup cooked lobster meat
- 1½ to 2 tablespoons mayonnaise (Use 2 tablespoons if you like it creamy, 1½ tablespoons if you like it less creamy.)
- 1½ teaspoons fresh lemon juice
- ½ teaspoon grated lemon zest
- 1 tablespoon minced fresh chives
- 1 tablespoon very finely chopped scallions
- Freshly ground black pepper to taste
- 1 tablespoon butter
- 2 three-inch pieces of baguette or crispy bread, or two hot dog rolls
- Fill a large pot with about 2 to 3 inches water and bring to a rolling boil over high heat. Add the lobsters, shell side down, cover and cook for about 11 to 13 minutes, or until a leg pulls out of the body easily. Remove from the boiling water and let cool.
- Separate the tail from the body. Using a fork, remove the tail meat from the tail. Crack the claws and remove the meat. Enjoy the bodies. Cut the tail in half lengthwise and remove the thin black vein. Coarsely chop the tail and claw meat and set aside.
- In a bowl, mix the mayonnaise, lemon juice, zest, chives, scallions and pepper to taste. Fold in the lobster meat. You can make the lobster salad several hours ahead of time, but not more than three to four hours. Cover and refrigerate.
- In a skillet, melt the butter over low heat. Cut the baguette pieces in half lengthwise and brown the inside of the bread in the melted butter until it just begins to turn golden brown. Alternately, melt the butter and brown the hot dog rolls until they begin to turn a golden brown, flipping them over so they get toasted and buttery on both sides.
- Divide the lobster mixture between the bread or the rolls.
To add more crunch or flavor to the lobster salad, you can also add the following: 1 tablespoon drained capers; 2 tablespoons finely chopped celery; lime juice and zest, instead of lemon; buttery, tender lettuce leaves; slices of ripe tomato; a strip of cooked country-style bacon; thin slices of buttery avocado; or very thin slices of red onion.
Main photo: A fish taco from Nebo Lodge. Credit: Kathy Gunst
Gardening is an act of faith. If I take care of my plants, water them and feed them compost, the perennials will come back year after year. But still it amazes me.
The peonies I planted the year my father died are in full bloom, showing off their splendid pink and white blossoms like a girl with a new dress. The sage and rosemary made it through another rough winter. They are fuller, sprouting new leaves and branches in a showy well-look-at-me style. The Oriental poppies are doing their scarlet show, with their inky, black-etching insides that scream of illicit things.
Every fall I plant garlic — several types. The scapes, those glorious swirls of “flower stalks” that top off the hard-neck garlic plants in late June and early July, are just beginning to show.
Garlic scapes create a glorious avocado-green twirl with a white bulb at the tip. I had learned it was important to snip them off the plant, or else they would steal energy from the bulbs growing underground. But for years I didn’t quite know what to do with them.
From pastas to salads, garlic scapes add flavor to summer favorites
The bulbs won’t be ready until much later in the season, but early summer is time for garlic scapes. I grabbed a basket this afternoon and pinched off a few dozen garlic scapes. The heady fragrance filled the air as I picked — like adolescent versions of mature garlic, but filled with nuance and garlicky possibilities.
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In past years, I’ve chopped the garlic scapes and added them to vinaigrettes and salads. Think of them like a very flavorful scallion. I’ve also stir-fried them whole with strips of marinated chicken, cashews and thin slices of fresh ginger. When I brushed them with olive oil and grilled them outside, I was blown away by their smoky garlic flavor. They make a great topping for grilled steak, chicken or fish, and I’ve sautéed them whole in olive oil and then fried a farm-fresh egg on top for breakfast.
But this year I wanted to try something new.
First I tried a salad. I started with early-summer greens — arugula, butter head and red leaf lettuce — and added a few hard-boiled eggs and placed anchovies, with their briny burst, criss crossed on top of the eggs. I sautéed crusty bread sliced into croute-size pieces in olive oil until golden brown. And then I added the garlic scapes, sautéed in olive oil just until they became tender. The scapes take on an almost buttery flavor in this sauté.
Next up I made a pesto. I started with garlic scapes and emerald-green Greek olive oil, but it needed something else. I opened the freezer and found a bag of shelled and salted California pistachios, which added more green color and lots of good crunch. A bit of grated Parmesan, and I had a brand new pesto.
Try this Garlic Scape and Pistachio Pesto on pasta. You can also spoon it on half a garden tomato and roast slowly for an hour at 200 F or serve it with grilled foods — seafood kebabs, chicken, steak or a pork chop. Or do what I have been doing for days: Eat it straight from the jar.
Garlic Scape and Pistachio Pesto
If you don’t grow your own garlic, look for garlic scapes at farmers markets or farm stands during early summer.
Prep time: 5 minutes
Total time: 5 minutes
Yield: About 1 cup
4 ounces garlic scapes, about 14 large scapes
1 cup olive oil, plus about 1½ tablespoons
½ cup shelled and salted pistachios
Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste (Go easy on the salt because the nuts are salted.)
½ packed cup grated Parmesan cheese
1. Place the scapes in the container of a food processor and pulse about 10 times, until finely chopped.
2. Add 1 cup of olive oil and the pistachios and pulse until thick and chunky.
3. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
4. Add the cheese and stir to mix well.
5. Place the pesto in a 2-cup glass jar and cover the top of the pesto with the additional 1½ tablespoons of oil to keep it from discoloring. Seal tightly and refrigerate.
Summer Greens with Sautéed Garlic Scapes, Anchovies, Hard-Boiled Eggs and Croutes
Prep time: 5 minutes
Cook time: about 7 minutes, plus time to hard-boil the eggs
Total time: about 15 minutes
Yield: 3 or 4 servings as an entrée
3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
4 garlic scapes
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 slices crusty bread, like Ciabatta, cut into thin pieces
About 3 cups fresh greens (Try a mixture of arugula, butter head and other early-summer greens.)
3 hard-boiled eggs, peeled and cut in half
12 anchovy fillets
1. Heat 1½ tablespoons olive oil over moderate heat in a medium-sized skillet. Add the scapes, salt and pepper and sauté for about 5 minutes, or until golden brown and slightly softened. Remove from heat and set aside.
2. Heat the remaining 1½ tablespoons oil in the same skillet over moderate heat. Add the bread and cook about 2 minutes on each side, or until golden brown and toasted looking. Remove from heat.
3. Arrange greens on large serving plate. Place the croutes around the outside edges of the greens. Place scapes in the middle. Place eggs on top and criss cross the anchovies over the eggs. Serve with a vinaigrette on the side (see recipe below).
Garlic Scape-Anchovy Vinaigrette
Yield: ¾ cup
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
Salt and pepper to taste
1 garlic scape, finely chopped
3 tablespoons lemon juice
½ cup olive oil
1 tablespoon anchovy oil
1. Mix Dijon mustard with salt and pepper.
2. Add garlic scape, lemon juice, olive oil and anchovy oil. Mix until well blended.
Main photo: Garlic scapes. Credit: Kathy Gunst
This is the first spring in quite a while that our family hasn’t had a flock of laying hens. When we first moved to Maine more than three decades ago and started a garden, we thought about getting chickens. But we were city folk and didn’t know a thing about raising animals.
Several years later, when we got married at a big outdoor clambake in the field behind our farmhouse, someone gave us half a dozen baby chicks as a wedding present. Rather than being horrified (like my mother who screamed, “They gave you what? That wasn’t on your bridal registry!”), we were thrilled. We built a coop and an outdoor roaming area and became chicken owners. When they started laying eggs in the spring, we squealed with delight. When they were gobbled up by foxes after just six short months, we mourned.
Then we got new chicks the following spring, and this pattern of hope followed by loss went on for years. We rebuilt the coop and secured it underground and overhead, and always — always — a predator got in and attacked. So a year or so ago we gave up. Too much trauma.
I miss the ritual of feeding the chickens our table scraps and collecting the eggs every morning. I marveled over the color range — the pale blue and almost green eggs we collected. But mostly it was the flavor that made me swoon. A brilliant sunflower-yellow yolk and a flavor that made me think I was tasting an egg for the very first time.
Neighborhood source for eggs
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I took the dog for a walk this morning and soaked up the May sun. We passed a neighbor’s house, where she raises more than 100 chickens in her backyard. She collects the eggs every morning and places them in a refrigerated cooler and sells them for the ridiculously low price of $3 a dozen. I put three $1 bills in her little cash box, grabbed a dozen eggs (it’s all on the honor system) and brought them home.
I made egg salad for lunch and remembered our chickens. And I thought that maybe I was not meant to be an animal farmer but a supporter of local food instead.
Summer Egg Salad
This is picnic food. I love serving egg salad on thinly sliced whole-grain bread or on top of a mixture of garden greens. You can also serve the egg salad on one piece of lightly toasted bread (open-faced) and crisscross anchovy filets on top.
Makes enough for 2 big sandwiches or serves 2 to 3 in a salad
6 fresh eggs
2 scallions, very thinly sliced (white and green sections)
5 caper berries, thinly sliced, or ¼ cup capers, drained
¼ cup finely chopped parsley
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
1 tablespoon olive oil
3 to 4 tablespoons mayonnaise
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
1. Place the eggs in a medium pot of cold water. Bring to a boil over high heat. As soon as the water boils, reduce the heat to low. Let simmer for 6 minutes.
2. Remove from the heat and let sit for 6 minutes.
3. Drain and rinse under cold running water until the eggs are cool to the touch.
4. Gently roll the eggs from side to side in the pot to lightly crack them. Fill the pot with cold water and let sit for a few minutes. The water will fill in the cracks and make it easier to peel. Drain and peel the eggs.
5. Cut the eggs in quarters and place in a bowl. Using a fork or a potato masher, chop the eggs into small pieces.
6. Add the scallions, caper berries and parsley and mix well.
7. Add the mustard, olive oil, mayonnaise and salt and pepper to taste.
Main photo: Summer Egg Salad. Credit: Kathy Gunst
What is art? And where do the culinary arts fit into the spectrum of what is referred to as “art?”
These are questions I asked myself at a recent show of Ferran Adrià’s drawings, sculptures, photographs and videos, titled “Notes on Creativity,” on exhibit at The Drawing Center in Manhattan. Adrià, the world-renowned chef of the now-closed El Bulli in Spain and the master of molecular gastronomy, is mentor to many of the most forward-thinking chefs working today. He has also been the subject of several documentaries, including “El Bulli Cooking in Progress.”
From "Notes on Creativity":
"The type of person who carries a pencil around is the type of person who's open to change. Someone who walks around with a pen isn’t; he's the opposite. I always have a pencil with me, to the point where it forms a part of me." -- Ferran Adrià
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In a New York Times review of the art exhibit, Roberta Smith writes, “If his cooking is close to art, then Mr. Adrià is close enough to being an artist to merit the exuberant, engrossing overview of the graphic side of this work at The Drawing Center.”
Adrià’s food is inventive, outside the box and beautiful. Although I never had the chance to eat at El Bulli (it closed in 2011), I was curious to see his recent show. The press release from The Drawing Center describes it this way: “This is the first major museum exhibition to focus on the visualization and drawing practices of master chef Ferran Adrià. The exhibition emphasizes the role of drawing in Adrià’s quest to understand creativity. His complex body of work positions the medium as both a philosophical tool — used to organize and convey knowledge, meaning, and signification — as well as a physical object — used to synthesize over twenty years of innovation in the kitchen.”
Does Adrià’s translate to art?
I meandered through the three rooms containing Adrià’s work, including notebooks, drawings (some of which were created in conjunction with Marta Mendez Blaya) and photographs of chefs working at El Bulli. I couldn’t help thinking that the wall of colorful drawings looked a lot like the kindergarten classroom at my daughter’s old school. Oversized words were boldly colored and in childlike print: “Milk. Crème. Beware. Cheese. Yogurt,” read one drawing, like a warning to a lactose-intolerant child. Some drawings had a primal appeal, like the one with stick figures seated around a large oval table with the word “PARTY” printed at the bottom. My favorite drawings involved gardens and vegetables, primitive, colorful sketches of radishes, carrots and other root vegetables coming out of the ground. There is a sense of playfulness and harmony in these drawings that lets you know the sheer joy Adrià must feel when he’s in the presence of truly fresh, seasonal food.
As a cookbook author, food writer and recipe developer, I, too, have notebooks filled with drawings and diagrams of how I arrange or plate recipes I’m working on. Are they museum worthy? Certainly not. In the same way, my journals, for the most part, are not meant for anyone’s eyes but my own. So I have to ask: Is this art because Adrià is world-renowned? Is it art the way Picasso’s doodles are art?
At first, I wasn’t clear. I felt cynical even. But as I took my time and looked at the work without judgment, I began to understand that this is a show about process. It provides a glimpse into the mind of a mad (and I use this word with the utmost respect) scribbling of a genius chef who thinks about every aspect of what goes on a plate and into a diner’s mouth. His almost maniacal attention to detail, the rethinking of every possibility of flavor, is revealed in this show.
For instance, a large table contains an exhibit of 247 colorful, plasticine molds that look like fossils or papier-mâché rocks, designed to show the chefs who worked with Adrià exactly how a dish should be shaped and sized. “In cooking, dimension and proportion are very important, and the more sophisticated the style of the cuisine, the more decisive these can become … For a time the kitchen resorted to photographs,” Adrià writes. “But these did not completely solve the problem, because the proportions of each element continued to be difficult to determine.”
The working boards of Ferran Adrià
In another room, an entire wall displays oversized “working boards.” Adrià explains the idea behind these boards: “The process of creating a dish is meticulous but very simple; first jot down an idea, then develop it; if it works, develop it further.” One board, titled “How to Create a Dish,” is a crude pencil drawing of ravioli with various shapes and filling and plating ideas. Ideas are expressed on paper before they go to the kitchen, showing where food will be placed on a plate — oval shapes next to rectangles, triangles surrounded by tiny circles.
These working boards are fascinating for anyone who cooks and thinks about the colors, textures, shapes and flavors of food. And it is a great contrast to the modern world of looking at plates of food on Instagram and Facebook.
In the end, after gazing and considering Adrià drawings, working boards, journals and photographs, I left with more questions than answers. And then I realized: Isn’t that the real definition of art?
Top photo: A wall of Ferran Adrià’s drawings on display as part of the “Notes on Creativity” exhibit. Credit: Kathy Gunst
Exhibition schedule: “Ferran Adrià: Notes on Creativity,” curated by Brett Littmann, begins an international tour after wrapping up at The Drawing Center in February. Dates include: May 4 to July 31, 2014, at Ace Museum in Los Angeles; Sept. 26, 2014, to Jan. 18, 2015, at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Cleveland; Sept. 17, 2015, to Jan. 3, 2016, at the Minneapolis Institute of Art; March 20 to June 12, 2016, at Marres House for Contemporary Culture in Maastricht, the Netherlands.
Let’s be honest: Hanukkah never could hold its weight against Christmas. How can any holiday compete with the biggest granddaddy of them all, the one that begins asserting its identity the day after Halloween and ends somewhere after the New Year? Although in my rural neighborhood, the decorations and lights don’t generally come down until Easter.
When my daughters were young, they wondered what it meant to be Jewish and why they were getting cheated out of Christmas. As their friends prepared for Dec. 25 and the mythology of Santa and all those presents, presents, presents, my girls looked at our little menorah, the fried latkes and the small gifts they got for eight nights in a row and tried not to cry or sound ungrateful.
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And now it’s 2013, and here it comes — Thanksgivukkah, the strangest convergence of holidays in quite some time. It’s been 125 years since Thanksgiving and the first day of Hanukkah collided. There’s a rather long, drawn-out explanation of how these two holidays ended up coinciding. Here’s an abbreviated version: Thanksgiving is always the fourth Thursday of November, which this year is Nov. 28. Nov. 28 is also the earliest date on which the first day of Hanukkah can fall, according to the Jewish calendar.
Jewish American physicist Jonathan Mizrahi writes, “The Jewish calendar repeats on a 19-year cycle, and Thanksgiving repeats on a seven-year cycle. You would therefore expect them to coincide roughly every 19×7 = 133 years. Looking back, this is approximately correct. …”
And though there is some debate as to when the next merging of Thanksgiving and Hanukkah will occur, it’s fair to note that it’s not going to happen in our lifetimes. So let’s just say we need to make the most of this Thanksgivukkah. But how?
My wise friend Rabbi Lev Ba’esh has this to say: “When a celebration is likely to come but once in a generation, it gives us an opportunity to take what is usually a shot in the arm and make it a full-blown cure. How about this year we use the convergence of two holidays focused on freedoms both home and abroad, and make this year about just that. … Working harder to create real freedom here and abroad. And as with any celebration situated around a fabulous family meal, which both Hanukkah and Thanksgiving require, let’s use the great smells and tastes to wake us up to our task of ‘making free,’ giving real meaning to this year’s prayers for an abundant harvest.”
So, as with most good things, we need to look to the kitchen. Hanukkah traditions involve foods cooked in oil. So maybe this is the year to use oil to fry your turkey. Or, add horseradish to your cranberry sauce. Shred leftover turkey to make turkey-sweet potato latkes. Serve your latkes with cranberry sauce. Pumpkin doughnuts for dessert? Decorate the table with the chocolate turkey nestled right next to the menorah.
Or you can try a new dish. One of my favorite foods of Hanukkah is kugel, a dairy-rich egg-noodle dish loaded with cottage cheese, sour cream, spices and raisins. It occurred to me that this would make an excellent Thanksgiving side dish instead of mashed potatoes (year after year — must we?) or sweet potatoes. Or serve them all, side by side. Like the two holidays.
Noodle Kugel With Raisins, Apricots and Slivered Almonds
Like a savory-sweet noodle quiche, this rich, hearty dairy dish is traditionally served at Hanukkah and other Jewish holidays. Egg noodles are mixed with a combination of eggs, sour cream, cottage cheese, cinnamon and dried fruit and then baked.
Serves 8 to 10
½ stick butter melted, plus more for greasing the pan
12-ounce bag extra-wide or wide egg noodles
16 ounces (1 pound) chunk-style or big-curd whole-milk cottage cheese
1 cup milk
16 ounces (1 pound) sour cream
¼ cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
¾ cup raisins or golden raisins
½ cup dried apricots, cut into thin slices (optional)
⅔ cup slivered almonds
1. Preheat the oven to 350 F.
2. Butter a large glass or ceramic ovenproof dish, about 13 inches long by 9 inches wide.
3. Bring a large pot of salted water to boil. Cook the egg noodles until just tender, about 12 minutes.
4. Meanwhile, in a large bowl whisk together the eggs, then whisk in the cottage cheese, milk, melted butter, sour cream, sugar and half the cinnamon until well mixed. Add the raisins, apricots and half the almonds and mix well.
5. Drain the noodles thoroughly. Place in the baking dish and pour the egg-dairy mixture on top. Gently stir to make sure all the noodles are well coated.
6. Sprinkle the top with the remaining almonds and cinnamon.
7. Bake on the middle shelf for 55 minutes or an hour. The kugel should be golden brown and firm. Let cool for 5 minutes before cutting into small squares.
Top photo: The ingredients for Noodle Kugel With Raisins, Apricots and Slivered Almonds. Credit: Kathy Gunst