Recipe #9: 'Smoked Haddock, Mustard and Saffron'

'A version of a medieval dish, very yellow and delicious'

So says Fergus' simple heading for this seemingly simple recipe. It begins with a basic steeping bowl of liquids, the least active being a healthy dose of water.  I did not quite understand why one would choose to use flavorless liquid in the place of flavorful liquid (especially when they are even on hand as in this dish) but I trudged on.  Vinegar, mustard and saffron are all called for in minuscule amounts and I immediately amped up the levels of the trio instinctively.

As previous, I substituted for the smoked haddock.  This time I used a local smoked lake trout.  Like in the Kedgeree recipe the already cured fish is briefly poached in the oven using the above outlined medium.  However pure water is used in the Kedgeree recipe so that it can become 'infected' with fish/smoke flavor for addition to already thirsty rice.  Here, the ingredients meld under heat and loosen the fish, and infect it with the flavors present.

The end comes quickly: the now heated fish is removed from its liquid and the already heated pan and its contents are referred to more direct heating on the range where they can further reduce and be mounted with butter.

I checked for seasoning after a few moments and found....nothing.  Somehow the combination of similarly subtle flavors amounted to something quite bland.  At that time I blamed a lack of salt and fresh pepper and added both in spades.  I reduced as well as I could and buttered well.

I plated it with the fish and quickly cooked off some trimmed and frenched green beans I had blanched the day previous.  Fergus' recommendation of mashed potatoes (again) seemed inappropriate to such a delicately flavored sauce.  But in the end this recipe is a failure and I am secure enough to blame myself if I felt I was at fault.  This is a bland dish with bland flavors and was quite disappointing.  When the fish was gone I went so far as I drink a bit of the sauce from my dish.  The sauce is yellow; it tastes...yellow.

Recipe #8: "Kedgeree" (page 131)

A hybrid Anglo-East Indian dish that poses the question if the stronger Indian spicing should be included as an influence. Typically subtle British flavors make Fergus' rendition essentially rice with smoked fish and an afterthought of hardboiled eggs. I was deeply troubled with whether or not I should dare to add my own Indian spices at hand to perk this dish up; I decided against it for this first attempt.

Again having sourced my fish from Hagen's I substituted for the nearly impossible to source smoked haddock, my choice being cisco. Two whole fish weighed in at over a pound, I briefly steamed them with minimum water and maximum butter. After cooling them I removed and discarded skeleton and skin.

Rice followed. I smiled at Fergus method for rice ratio discovery ('Place the rice in a pan. Lay your hand flat on the rice, and add water until your hand is covered'). I used an even simpler and more accurate method, my well worn Pyrex measuring cup and the standard 2:1. I used Jasmine rice because it was what I had on hand, it has been my rice of the moment for a good span now. I never understood draining rice either...sounds like evidence that you used too much water, more evidence that Fergus 'hand' system of measurement is not fitting for this application.

Red onion did prove to be a great selection for this recipe. I jumped at the chance as it is one of my favorite of the onion family (though certainly not appropriate for many situations). They did in fact go quite sweet as directed, careful cooking on medium heat with butter rather then my usual higher heat and oil succeeded here. Their sweetness remained as tasty pockets throughout the masses of rice down to the final leftover days later. While I halved the onion yield (two) I doubled the lemon juice and parsley measurements as I saw that as my only chance to add flavor to the dish. It was a well advised idea.

The softness of the eggs was a great texture contrast and showed them to be much more then a buried garnish. The cisco was not nearly as strong in smoke flavor as the lake trout I used in my fish pie but perhaps I did use too much rice for their weight. I am not totally disappointed however and in many ways feel that perhaps it was fitting for this demure dish.

As a footnote, when this was completed and even consumed I remembered seeing this prepared on 'Two Fat Ladies'. Their only improvisation from this recipe? The use of Garam Masala, which I already had on hand. I did come across many other recipes with far greater use of Indian spice which may have proved to be overwhelming, but a single tablespoon of Garam Masala would have been fitting I think. Next time.

Recipe #7: "Fish Pie" (page 134-135)

This is the first of three consecutive recipes involving smoked fish which I will be working through. All three call for smoked haddock, after a cursory search of the area for places of procurement I decided to do what I already knew to be true and substitute. As I said in the introduction to this blog, I refuse to get hung up on a single ingredient and avoid a recipe as a result. That being said I do make my choices of substitution with substantial thought and shall not blindly reach for anything with semblance of similarity.

Surely the oldest retailer of its kind in Chicago, Hagen's Fish Market immediately came to mind when I knew I needed fish. I had never actually been there and was shocked to find they are the only hardwood smokehouse of its kind in the city: they will gladly smoke any fish or fowl you will bring them for a fee. I visited on a Sunday afternoon and decided on two whole 'smoked fish' (which I later idenfified as cisco) and two large steaks of smoked lake trout.

Both packages weighed approximately 1 1/4 lbs. I wasn't yet sure of how I would portion the fish between the three recipes but thought these types seemed appropriate for substitution and I headed off, still brainstorming in preparation for my fish pie.

That night I started out by hard boiling eggs for both the fish pie and the kedgeree (8 in total). Not to devote too much time to such simple cookery but I was quite pleased with the result. Bright yellow yolks came from a carefully timed period of boiling/simmering and most importantly extreme cooling afterward. Simple running water won't do it, use a large vessel and pack it with ice water. While this went on I peeled and began to boil the remainder of my russets from my failed 'Pressed Potatoes' recipe chronicled in my previous blog entry. It turned out to be a perfect amount of tubers for their need here.

I took a swift bike ride to the grocery to acquire a number of dairy products: milk, butter and the aforementioned eggs. I always keep butter at hand but had run out recently and milk I despise for uses besides cooking. With my potatoes mashed and eggs peeled and chopped, it was time to wrangle my fish.

My trout steaks were not fillets as requested in the recipe but I decided they would break down more easily once poached. First I had to cut off and pull out the twine apparently used for hanging purposes in the smokehouse. An endearing reminder from whence my fish came; the string was golden as the fish from its exposure to the smoke. I 'broke' them at their backbone so they lie flat in my Pyrex pan.

I used whole peppercorns as requested (but adamantly refused to count exactly 10 as quantified there). I also used bay leaf, while not a part of this recipe I did find things to be a bit demure again with the use of herbs/spices as typical of the book and its style. I had come across the use of bay in poaching smoked fish in a number of recipes for kedgeree which was being researched in parallel to the pie at hand.

I did not measure the amount of milk and the sole reason for that lie in the fact that my Pyrex (another component of my flame-proof glass collection) measuring cup was filled with chicken grease in my fridge from the night's previous dinner. I eyeballed 1/4th of the half gallon container I purchased which shallowly covered the meat of the fish. Looking back I should have more carefully measured. The reason why is evidenced best in a hardly related recipe: the decidedly un-British Southern American fare, biscuits and gravy.

Biscuits and gravy is an excellent lesson in the quantification of roux making and more. Your gravy begins with sausage, which renders grease. The amount of grease in the pan dictates the amount of flour needed to temper it into a proper roux. The amount of roux dictates the amount of liquid needed to create an adequate gravy. If you are making 10 biscuits you do not want a 1/2 cup of finished gravy, nor do you want a 1/2 gallon. The same holds true for this recipes creation of bechamel, which intelligently is made from your fish-infected milk. An ingenious reuse of previously used components adding untold flavor as well as simple logic.

I believe that either I did not use a full two cups (though I swore I had to have used extra, even) or too much was lost to evaporation (even though I followed the dictated temperature and time, and my milk was barely simmering when it was removed from the oven). At any rate, I began with the nearly full stick (7 tablespoons) to an exacting measurement, already aware of the careful balance of fat/roux/bechamel's mathematics.

3/4 cup of flour followed and my roux looked well balanced. However the milk added left me with something closer to batter then white sauce, even before it reduced or cooked at all. I ran to my fridge - even two steps away I was worried that I would color or scald what was in my pan - and began whisking in additional 'raw' milk which was of course sans fish flavor. This bothered me to no limit, as I knew I was diluting the well seasoned flavor of milk that commiserated with peppercorn, bay and smoke.

But I did what I had to and when my bechamel looked appropriate I began to decant it into my cleaned and reused Pyrex which was already filled with my de-boned and broken down trout as well as the hard cooked eggs.

My mash was at the ready and it followed immediately afterward. The 'plowing' technique Fergus recommends went into motion. Proof positive it did indeed assist greatly in browning but I also found it quite useful for removing excess potatoes from the top of my pie. Like the poaching solution in this recipe, the mash was neither wasted and it went straight into my mouth.

As I neared two entire sticks used for this recipe, my dotted pie entered the box of blazes for another half hour.

Peas were boiled and my beer supply for the night was exhausted. Two slices were gone quickly and another this morning. And still I cannot rid my mind of its existence in my icebox, nor the vivid campfire aroma created from the wondrous trout supplied by Hagen's.

Recipe #6: 'Pressed Potatoes' (page 149)

This recipe never sounded that interesting but seemed simple enough.  I figured I could knock one out quickly, perhaps use it as the base for another recipe (as Fergus' recommends) and possibly be enlightened by the end result exceeding my expectations which were low.

I did my shopping post-work day sans shopping list.  Of course the ingredients needed for this formula are few but no matter that, I failed and purchased a potato not waxy enough (Russet) to do the job properly (Yukon Gold are recommended).  In my own ignorant defense, the only potatoes I ever use are reds, usually of the creamer variety.  And when I use them, their starch content is not a point of important note.

Which leads back to the motivations for using or even having created this recipe.  With an initial cursory inspection it seems that this recipe is destined to create a starchy, dense cake of potatoes.  I did not know why this would be appetizing before I began but I had to bet that by the end I would have learned the answer.  I did in fact learn something but that particular solution continues to elude me.

As directed I boiled the peeled potatoes then sliced them into sturdy 1/2" slices.  I was using a small loaf pan, approximately 8" x 3".  I lined it with a (used) cut up ziplock bag as I disdain plastic wrap.  I seasoned aggressively and likely went beyond the intended use of capers.  I am all for subtlety but these dull, floury potatoes screamed out for something to assist them.  Looking back perhaps a bottle of catsup would have done better.

I weighted them with a number of items as I was already thinking that my potatoes were not of the correct strain to succeed in this arena; perhaps overcompensating in another direction would make up lost ground.  I found that a standard size VHS tape was almost the exact size and surely rigid enough to distribute the weight.

At first I reached for a large 'paperweight' which was not currently fastening down any print caught up in the cyclonic breeze that storms through my small abode.  Last summer I moved probably 1000 lbs of decorative stone from the front to rear yards at my grandfather's house.  I had a small tractor and trailer to assist but still had to load and unload the rocks manually.  This single remaining stone weighs 7 lbs. probably and we laughed at its tiny volume compared to the other boulders.  My grandfather said that I should take it home as a paperweight and I did not argue.  However in this application I decided that it was not heavy enough so I used my Williams-Sonoma molcajete as well.

In the end I allowed my spuds to remain under weight for nearly 20 hours, during which time I brainstormed furiously using only Fergus' few words of advice as inspiration:

"It is a wonderful base for oily, salty things"

He then specifically recommends the use of whole anchovy filets and olive oil followed by an eel stew laid out on other pages.  Eels being difficult to source, and unwilling to undertake that at this time I decided I would be using my own cookery skill.

I knew I would use anchovies.  I knew I would cook in olive oil.  After that, my brain shouted TOMATOES.  I don't know why but that was my starting point.  I spent sometime on the net looking at various recipes and kicking around ideas.  I readied myself for the decanting of my potatoes and finalized my plans.

There was clearly not enough starch content in my potatoes to hold them together.  Also I likely left far too many gaps in my layering, likely I should have wasted 10% of each potato so that they were perfectly square and tiled in the loaf pan.  Bu for a moment let us try to forget the construction of these potatoes and focus on their flavor.  Seasoned well, yes.  The capers did little to nothing, I dreamt that they would inject their saltiness into the potatoes but to no avail.  A total waste.  And how did Fergus' intend that you serve these? I guess I can see pouring the hot eel stew over them such that they become reheated but otherwise they will need to spend a few moments in the nuclear box: a useful appliance no doubt but one by no means suited to the food I hope to create from these pages.

But inspired not was I!  I trudged on with my recipe.  I portioned off a few slices of my rapidly shattering potatoes and began to build my full entree.

I began by rendering a can of anchovies into the oil from their can, I never waste this precious stuff.  Next came most of a medium sized fennel bulb minus its greenery and upper extremities.  The half disintegrated salted fish dirtied the licorice plant matter and a few cloves of fresh chopped garlic chased them.  A jar of marinated artichoke hearts and another of anchovy stuffed olives (a total disappointment, anchovies were non existent) were well drained and kicked into the T-Fal.  As it sizzled I prepared a single filet of catfish with standard seasoning and dosed a second (teflon) pan with more oil.

I considered the use of tarragon but denied its entrance as I worried for an overdose of anise flavor from the fennel.  This was likely unfounded in the end and in tonite's follow up it shall be called to arms.  Two bags of very fresh, sweet and delicious cherry tomatoes got to know the already sizzling mass in my pan.  I stabbed each and every one with my trusty Kuhn-Ricon paring knife and as they rendered a few passes of red wine vinegar was added to temper their sugar content.  Further balance was attempted with a large shake of dried Allepo pepper flakes.

My disassembled but 'pressed' potatoes met gamma rays within the cube - my tomato and fennel relish topped them, and my catfish filet leaned above them both with fennel fronds to garnish.  Success amongst failure!

Recipe #5: 'Green Beans with Shallots, Garlic and Anchovies' (page 153)

As a child I used to follow my grandmother around her garden and amongst the produce I would gobble green and wax beans right off the vine. I suspect that I was urged to do this by my grandmother but either way I couldn't get enough. I am not attempting to expound some love for vegetables (though that is present); I am working towards a similar case, proving that things such as fresh green beans don't need much besides heat, salt and pepper.

Which brings us to today's recipe which is in short a dressing or condiment for that very vegetable. My argument that green beans need little to be a star is not valid across the board. Just because something does not need an additional push does not mean it will not benefit from one. In many ways the components of the condiment seem obvious. I think I would be nearly aghast by anyone being truly shocked that this worked, I knew it would before I ever lifted a finger, or a head of garlic between them. Anchovies and capers are nearly brothers and garlic - especially the roasted variety, in bulk - never hurt a soul. I replaced Fergus' typically conservative dose of parsley with a fair amount of tarragon. It was ideally present but far from overpowering, as that herb can sometimes manage.

But it seems the real surprise is whole roasted shallots. I wonder still if I have properly interpreted Fergus' instructions, but I care not as I have come upon a revelation. Interestingly enough I either did in fact misunderstand his intent with the garlic, or else his own method is quite shoddy. Enjoy the 10% of garlic peeling left in the video below, the other 90% which coated my fingers in an ooze worse than wallpaper paste would have been surely avoided by chopping off the bottom of the head pre-oven. But I did not as the instructions were more vague. Of course I do not follow instructions from anyone, much less a cookbook when they are clearly illogical but in this case I did. I have already come across a number of procedures and protocols foreign to me, some enlightening. This was not.

But similarly leaving shallots whole and roasting them slowly in a low oven (I continually turned down until I reached 325F which is where I would start next time) is magical. First, the texture. They become so airy, like a crushable envelope of organic, carbonized happiness. I may have gone a bit far with them but as outlined above, this was new to me. The flavor is staggering to boot: a depth of caramelization never before seen, with tiny hints of near fudge, or dirt, or black earth. The nuggets being left whole throughout my salad of green beans was a treaure chest of surprises. It brought to mind my brothers own boeuf bourguignon -- I do believe I have found a replacement for his already delicious pearl onions...

A shockwave of vinegar at the close is just what this needs to really amplify the vegetative sweetness. My own weak replacement for simple red wine vinegar (blush pomegranate balsamic) saw its final use before the remaining 50% went drain-bound, the proper product would send this flying to left field. This was a good partner to two small boneless pork chops, the remaining half of the mix left for this afternoon, consumed moments after arriving home from the workplace. A due reward.

Recipe #4: 'Deviled Kidneys' (page 97)

The devil's influence is strong in this spicy preparation of kidneys. I saw this prepared once almost identically on 'Two Fat Ladies', another hallmark of British cooking.

Tossed in a lightly flour tainted with mustard powder and the requisite salt/pepper the kidneys are prepared for their pan of sizzling butter. The recipe called for cayenne in this mixture as well of which I had none. I briefly considered chile powder -- while decidedly non-Anglo it would certainly supply heat, some other subtle spice (cumin) and the element of smoke. I decided it against it and brought my heat to the dish in the form of liquid -- Valentina hot sauce (black label).

Having used a sieve to cast away any excess flour, the kidneys were turned once in the 1/3rd stick of butter (perhaps a bit much) before Worcestershire, hot sauce and a 'splash' (Fergus' unit of measurement for this recipe) of homemade chicken stock. After this brief poach, the kidneys are removed to toast fresh from the oven and the sauce allowed to very briefly reduce. Spooned onto the open-faced sandwiches of sort, ecstasy follows.

Recipe #3: 'Salt Cod and Beans' (page 139)

Consecutive pages bring like ingredients.  I chose to run on with this one due to a number of factors.  I had an impromptu dinner guest planned a night before so I wanted to try and please their palate as much as my own.  Also my previous experience with salt cod was interesting and enjoyable enough to dive right back into it.

Starting with the beans, I was unable to source any haircot variety so I went with navy again.  I wanted a similarly tinted (white) bean and I felt comfortable with it from my first recipe ('Beans and Bacon').  This recipe interestingly has a subtle higher attention to detail in the preperation of the legumes than in that previous dish.  I chose to heed the call and add unpeeled garlic and bay to the cooking water.  Fergus would have prefered I use an entire head as per usual; I felt this was a bit much and also did not have enough to go around for all needs in that night's dinner.  I have never tampered with bay before, but I did procure some dry variety (was unable to locate fresh in time, though I do see it once in a while).  It's tea like aroma was far from overt in the final sampling but certainly provided an unseen push.  Again the recipe calls for 2 hours cooking (plus the obvious and necessary pre-night's soaking) which seemed to be and then proved to be excessive.  After about one hour I tested and felt they were done, and drained.  Interestingly enough, another contrast to the preperation of recipe #1 previously mentioned, this recipe calls for an immedate drain rather then to let them dwell in their liquor.  I would have kept the liquid, reserved for possible later use but with the use of the wrong pot (and lack of hardware in general) I needed to immediately wash and reuse the vessel for the next steps so I drained it to the municipal plumbing.

I set the cleaned pot back onto the fire and began with my now prepped aromatic veg.  Another rookie in my kitchen was fennel.  Labeled as anise at my local grocery I did visually identify it but still wondered if this was the guilty culprit or a similar cousin.  I sniffed at its exterior (it gave no clues) then inquired with an employee who pointed that it was 'next to the brocolli raab'.  Anise it is.

I predicted correctly that Fergus' typical slow and pleasant heating would decimate these parts of the product and was correct: I only sliced the fennel as discs from the bulb.  I left the 3 small onions I used in like sizes arcs.  I diced 4-5 cloves garlic (and also ate one of the poached cloves from the bean liquid - soft and delicious) but forgot to add them straight away, they did jump into the pool later.

Before any of this touched the pyre however my sausage went to town and this deserves and requires a substantial backstory.  The recipe calls for "1 3/4 pounds fresh chorizo, a variety suitable for cooking, sliced into 1/2 inch thick rounds".  I do have experience with chorizo and it comes in three distinct forms that I have either encountered or at least are aware of:

1) Cured as any other salumi.  Hard and dry, excellent for snacking, espically when combined with cheese/crackers and oceans of beer
2) Raw and loose without casing.  The local Mexican population makes this product available even at the largest commercial grocery stores
3) Same as #2 but cased as any other sausage (Italian, Polish, etc...)

I pondered this at length as I completed my daily tasks at work, my mind elsewhere and obsessing over seasoned, ground meats.  The key words in the recipe's description are 'fresh' and 'sliced'.  The two are nearly mutually exclusive in my experience.  I cook traditional red beans and rice with the stereotypical Cajun twist often using dried beans and Kielbasa.  Kielbasa is a smoked Polish sausage.  As it has been cured with smoke it takes on a wonderful 'snap' even before cooked which makes it quite choppable.  Other cased meats are not nearly as sliceable and most are aware of this.  Raw ground meat obviously cannot be kept in the delicious rewarding discs that swim in my red beans and rice.  Natural, uncooked casings are as pliable and difficult to cut as a tomato's unripe skin.  I began to think that perhaps I was to use the salumi style as describe in #1 above? This is not common but I have come across it long in the past, but I knew I had no chance to attain it in time for the nights cookery.  And still I wondered if this was what was intended and more importantly even what woudl work best, if at all? Even cased chorizo I knew I would have to travel to stores with a better and Latin influenced butcher to purchase, the uncased fresh variety seemed to be the most sensible and definately easiest to get my hands on.

In the end I made the decision to seek out a proper Mexican butcher and I found an excellent one.  I refered to a book I have long owned and turned to in such situations: 'A Cook's Guide to Chicago'. 

'Chorizo de casa' - chorizo of the house - homemade chorizo is what I bought and what a beauty it was!

Ignorantly I had forgotten to bring my knife to work for sharpening on the bench grinder so I used a small Kuhn Ricon paring knife with ceramic blade to try and cleanly chop through the sausage.  I was further opposed by the fact that this sausage was packed a bit on the loose side.  At the end of the night I realized that perhaps I could have allievated this a bit by actually twisting and tightening up the guts of my casings but who knows if this would have helped.

I attempted to brown the pieces but likely overcrowded the pot.  And even if I had been more studious in that regard chorizos copious red grease flowed forth like a flood.  I drained it off and the sausage began to fall apart.  This did not bother me that much as some pieces did hold together well and even though I realized buying the much more local uncased variety would have worked as well, there is no way that factory made product could match the quality of this small batch house made version.

When my sausage took on some color and gave up much of its liquid in went my onion and fennel.  As those became stained with the chorizo's trademarked maroon hue tomatoes followed next.  I particularly looked forward to this step for a few reasons.  As I mentioned in my 'Beans and Bacon' recipe I really enjoyed the addition of tomatoes to that dish although at that time it seemed odd at first.  Second of all rather then buy one of the excellent whole, peeled tins available I used a 2008 vintage Mason jar of the same, prepared and grown by my own grandmother, now deceased.  When she would jar, some would end up as simple tomatoes in their water while others had onion and green pepper added.  I did not realize this is what I had until shortly before they went in, so this added variation to the dish benefitted all, not least my grandmother's memory.  Worthy of mention also that just before the tomatoes entered the picture I noticed that I had built up a delicious fond on the bottom of my pot.  While likely the tomatoes would have cleaned that up I decided to take matters a bit more seriously and complete a full deglaze.  As I rifled through my cabinets thinking along the lines of vinegar my mate suggested beer.  This had initially entered my mind but we were drinking a growler of local beer of the chocolate influenced variety: a horrible bedfellow to the contents of my pot.  However we did have a few cans of a much lower quality (but endearing in its own way) beer: Special Export.  A few ounces went in and it tore away the delicious burned bits; as I portioned off the remains the next morning I found a wildly intoxicating and intense new black fond around the edge of the pot which I gobbled up cold, even scraping at it with a butter knife.  I am not sure exactly which ingredient(s) were responsible for the continued construction of this caramelized material but the chorizo certainly must have had a hand.  What a gift!

As this began to reduce and really look delicious, I realized that I had forgotten to add my chopped garlic with the other veg so in it went.  Fergus is vague with what herbs to use and as I've said before, I go my own route with herbs in any situation.  I had a good amount of beautiful and very healthy fresh rosemary left from my previous recipe so I went for it again.  Finally I tipped in about 2 cups of my own homemade chicken stock.  Fergus calls for a full quart but as I added and inspected that seemed wildly excessive.

As that perked away a number of additional drinks entered my system and more hours ticked away.  It was nearly 2am when myself and my guest were ready for our meal so I finally added my wonderful salt cod to the already simmering water.  I must admit my facilities had become a bit blurred at this point and my hunger was getting the best of me.  This manifested itself in slightly undercooked but not totally unpleasant bacala.  However another twist entered the fray and I shall not take responsibility for this: despite following my already established method for soaking the cod (12 hours, minimum 5 changes of water) this batch must have been excessively salted because it was clearly salty on our plates.  Perhaps additional cooking in the heated water would have purged out the final hits of salt while finishing the meat as well? While I do enjoy the intended presentation of a large steak of the cod perched atop your beans as opposed to mashed in as in my last dish, it becomes the final issue with resolving the salt quotient.  If broken up and intermingled with the ingredients a bit the salt seems more tolerable while still present.

The chorizo has really changed character by the end, a substantial number of pieces had stayed in their casings though they had grown in size to near explosive levels.  And explode they did when they were introduced to the palate, both figuratively in flavor and physically as they nearly dissolved from the extensive cooking.  Such an excellent contrast with the white, clean cod.

In the end this dish requires a revisit at some point for a few tuneups and also just for pure enjoyment.  Simple and profound like all of Fergus' work.

Recipe #2: "Salt Cod, Potato and Tomato" (page 138)

This recipe struck me for its simplicity and its use of salt cod, an item I have never attempted to wrangle.  There is an excellent gourmet cheese store in my neighborhood that I have shopped in many times, they too carry the famous bacala, and it sits in open air unrefrigerated in a wooden box, so rigid that it cannot be constrained by that container and the ends of the long fillets reach upwards, and out.  Fearsome no doubt to the unfamiliar; quizzical to the interested and notified.

This is the kind of 'proper eating' I enjoy, and I feel its an excellent microcosm of the book, and what I enjoy about it.  Potatoes and tomatoes are quite easy to come by of course, so I set out on a Sunday afternoon to a grocery store only a few miles from my home but one I do not frequent.  They did in fact have the salt cod, though I was shocked by its $9.99/lb price tag.  They had prepackaged amounts that led to either a ~$28 or ~$14 price tag.  I opted for the smaller 1.5 lb package and made my way out.

This is another example of Fergus' wild addiction to garlic.  The recipe calls for no less then 28 cloves of garlic: I sourced an excellent head from the same store who's produce is prime.  Its large fresh cloves only reached a summation of likely 12-14 cloves.  The thought of two entire heads of garlic is a bit much by my standards, however I am used to this by now after reviewing this log of recipes time and time again.  As I mixed likely 8 large plum tomatoes with that head of garlic (the cloves lightly smashed and peeled, but not chopped) and a shower of fresh black pepper from my new grinder (another gift from the same [my only] brother) and copious amounts of salt and rosemary it dawned on me that this concoction amounted to something that Emeril (yes, I dared to speak his name in a sentimental fashion) would say would be 'just fine stuffed into a hoagie roll' or something of that nature.

The rosemary raises an important point regarding herbs.  This amounts to another improvisation upon the standards laid upon me by Mr. Henderson.  His use of herbs is quite demure, no doubt an extension of his (quite British) personality.  I am a more brash (read: American) cook and also a student of Jamie Oliver who spoiled me long ago upon gigantic bales of herbs.  This recipe calls for a simple 'handful' of curly parsley, I made the call to use rosemary in fair amounts.  I used the rewards of two long (6") stems chopped, plus two more of the same in with the boiling potatoes.

I did a 12 hour cycle on the salt cod, likely changed the water 5 times.  I started around 6pm the evening prior to this one as I rise at approximately the same hour in the AM.  I changed the water 3 times within the next couple hours, as expected the salt osmosis was great initially.  I did wake around 2:30am (as is standard) for a variety of reasons at which point I changed it once again.  Before I left for work at 6:40am sharp, I drained the cod and left it in the fridge in its container.

Already mentioned is my preparation of the tomatoes, I carefully coached them through their bid in the oven until they appeared beaten sufficiently.  Fergus is careful to mention the rendering of tomato juice into what he refers to as 'tomatoey oil' and he was not kidding.  I was a bit liberal with the olive oil but the delicious liquid produced at the bottom of my immortal Pyrex seems suitable for either refreshment on breakfast cereal or a hot toddy.  The garlic cloves easily mashed into near total disintegration with the help of a standard metal tined fork.  I was worried early on that the concentration of tomato flavor would prove too much even for a seasoned red fruit consumer as myself.  I spent many years preparing and eating home grown tomatoes from my grandmothers garden and I eat salads usually 3 days a week with raw product amongst them.  I allowed a single segment to cool and I was knocked back (I honestly mouthed the word 'wow' after the sample) by the flavors that tasted neither like garlic nor rosemary directly, but some phenomenal sum-is-better-than-its-parts fiesta rendered by the cooking process.

Cooking the spuds was simple enough, the rosemary poached nicely and a huge waft of aroma punched me as I manipulated the lid to check and control boil level. As I removed them from the water I added my salt cod to another pot of already simmering water.  I waited until the last moment to do so as Fergus recommended only 5 minutes to poach it well.  Never having tampered with this material before I followed his advice, or at least prepared to.  I was surprised earlier on at the firmness of the cod even after 12 hours drowned -- this continued as it poached.  I prodded it gently time to time and by 5 minutes I did not feel that it was about to give way.  Edible certainly but Fergus points that it should almost easily shred when drained and cooking has completed.  In the end it took closer to 10 and as directed it did begin to flake when stirred with the other components of this dish.

At the last minute I began to spoon away the 'tomatoey oil' from the large garlic chunks then began to carefully add some that did contain my fork-mashed cloves and in the end could hardly control myself, I added nearly all of it.  This is a dish that calls out to be well seasoned in all regards.  The copious use of rosemary was a home run, unfortunately I cannot agree that simple parsley would bring this together.  A heavier hand with salt/pepper on the tomatoes as well really was the chemistry experiment in my oven that made this come alive.

Total success - though in closing I must admit that I decided to forego Fergus final garnish: hardboiled eggs.  The thought does not disgust me per se but seems wildly unnecessary and too far astray from the more sturdy, rustic flavors the dish delivers.