Archive for ◊ July, 2007 ◊

Author: Mary
• Saturday, July 28th, 2007

coffee and shaker

(crumpled on her desk)

Dear Bill: I’ve made a couple of sandwiches for you.
In the ice-box you’ll find
blueberries - a cup of grapefruit
a glass of cold coffee.

On the stove is the teapot with enough tea leaves
for you to make tea if you
prefer - Just light the gas -
boil the water and put in the tea

Plenty of bread in the bread box and butter and eggs -
I didn’t know just what to
make for you. Several people
called up about office hours -

See you later. Love. Floss.

Please switch off the telephone.

cold coffee

After William Carlos Williams wrote his plum poem, his wife, Flossie Williams, drew up a reply. He took her words and re-worked them as this poem. After his pilfering of the plums, she gives him a recitation of all the things he could possibly get for himself in the kitchen, treating him as if he were a helpless boy.

When I read this reply, I was reminded of the cold coffee, the café frappé, served in Greece. It’s instant coffee, mixed with sugar, water and sometimes milk, shaken in a plastic shaker. It’s the perfect summer pick me up. I also remembered the recipe from the New York Times last month for cold-brewed coffee. I decided to combine the shaker method of café frappé with the brewing method described by Cindy Price. It really didn’t need much sugar at all and unlike my usual java, I used no milk. So sweet and so cold.

iced coffee

  • 1 1/2 cups water
  • 1/3 cup ground coffee
  • Ice
  • Sugar and milk to taste

Combine water and coffee in a jar or container and cover for twelve hours. Filter through two coffee filters or a fine mesh sieve. For one serving, place 1/2 cup coffee, 1/2 cup ice and milk and sugar (if using) in drink shaker and shake vigorously. Pour over ice in a tall glass.

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Author: Mary
• Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

pork on plate

I hope you all don’t mind, but I’m going to give you another recipe for pork roast. In fact, it’s the same method as the other one, but I’ve made it with a marinade that turns into a glaze on the pork and served it room temperature for summer with a salad and so you see, it’s really not the same thing at all. I already told you how the idea for the peaches came about with the mango peach chutney. Then I developed this sauce to put on the pork and used a peach in the vinaigrette, so my sister had a really peachy birthday, but like I said, that suits her.

pork roast

You can make this ahead of time, even a couple of days ahead and it’s good served warm, room temperature or cold. It’s great as leftovers; we loved it the next day on toasted baguette with a mix of sriracha chile and mayonnaise along with lettuce and some of the peach chutney.

pork sliced

Pork roast with tomato peach glaze on Boston lettuce salad with peach vinaigrette

  • 1 6 oz. can tomato paste
  • 1 onion, peeled and quartered
  • 1 peach, pitted, peeled and quartered
  • 4 cloves of garlic, peeled and smashed
  • 3 T brown sugar
  • 1 t good quality salt (kosher or fleur de sel)
  • 1/2 t freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 boneless center-cut pork roast, 3-6 pounds
  • Butcher’s twine
  • Meat thermometer
  • Water, as needed

Place first seven ingredients (tomato paste through pepper) in the blender and pur?e. You may need to add a little bit of water to get it to blend together well, but add only a little bit at a time. Tie the roast with butcher’s twine (use the instructions here, don’t let it scare you, it’s easier than learning how to tie your shoes). Place tied pork roast and sauce from the blender in a re-sealable plastic bag, seal bag and rub to completely cover roast with sauce. Refrigerate for at least two hours or overnight.

Preheat oven to 475 degrees. Place roast in a pan on a rack (if you lack the proper equipment, just put it on a baking sheet, if will be fine). Pour marinade over top of roast and place in oven and cook for 30 minutes. Remove roast from oven. Let rest for 30 minutes. Reduce heat to 325 degrees. If you’re going to cook some potatoes or vegetables in the oven to serve with the roast, now would be the time to put them in. After the 30 minute rest, insert the meat thermometer and put the roast back in the oven (if you don’t have a fancy digital meat thermometer, you can take it’s temperature from time to time with the simple instant read kind or just take a chance). Once the roast comes up to 145-150 degrees, you can take it out of the oven and let it sit for about 20 minutes before slicing (the juices won’t run out so much that way). The final temperature will be somewhere around 160, which is what the USDA recommends. We like it best at around 150-155, but you can take your own chances. This can take anywhere from 30-60 minutes, depending on the size of your roast, I estimate it’s about 10 minutes per pound. After the 20 minute rest, slice the roast and serve. You can put the roasting pan or baking sheet on the stove top, deglaze the pan a little with water and pour these juices along with any on the cutting board over the top of the roast, or if there’s a lot of juice, serve it on the side in a gravy boat. Serve on top of Boston lettuce dressed with peach vinaigrette (see below) and mango peach chutney on the side.

Peach vinaigrette

  • 1 peach, pitted, peeled and quartered
  • 1 shallot, peeled and quartered
  • 1/4 cup red wine vinegar
  • 2 T brown sugar
  • 1 t salt
  • 1/2 t freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/2 cup olive oil

Place all ingredients but olive oil in a blender and turn on high to combine. Add olive oil and mix again.

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Author: Mary
• Monday, July 23rd, 2007

mango peach chutney

I was strolling through the farmers’ market last week trying to decide on the perfect thing to cook for my sister’s 30th birthday dinner when the peaches beckoned. They took me a little by surprise; they hadn’t been there the previous week. Summer is always a revelation like that isn’t it? I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do with them, but I bought a half a peck.

By the time I got them home, I remembered the mango peach chutney recipe from Moosewood Lowfat Favorites. It’s one of those things that I’ve made many times over the last ten years, but I always somehow forget about it until the peaches are ripe again. It’s very easy to put together and it goes with a lot of things. I’ve served it as a side for an Indian feast, next to lentils with spinach, with simply roasted fish and also with grilled chicken breast. My brother likes to serve it with fried plantains. It was the perfect thing to celebrate my sister. She’s peachy sweet, spicy and more than just a little hot.

We had this the other night with a peach and tomato glazed pork roast and a salad of Boston lettuce with a peach vinaigrette. I’ll put those recipes up in the next couple of days.

mango peach chutney

mango peach chutney
adapted from Moosewood Lowfat Favorites

  • 1 large mango, peeled and diced
  • 3 cups fresh or frozen peaches, peeled and diced
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened apple juice
  • 1/2 cup red wine or cider vinegar
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
  • 1 medium onion, minced
  • 2 t fresh ginger root, grated
  • 1 jalape?o pepper, seeded and minced
  • 1/2 t ground cardamom
  • 1/2 t ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 t salt
  • 1/2 t freshly ground black pepper
  • 4-5 cloves garlic, peeled, smashed and minced

Combine all ingredients in a non-reactive pot and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer, uncovered, for about 45 minutes, stirring occasionally until thick and translucent. Chill before serving. Will keep for several weeks in the refrigerator in a tightly sealed container.

Variations: add some diced apple or pineapple in place of the mango or some of the peach. Some people can’t imagine chutney without raisins, so you could throw in 1/4 cup of golden raisins if you wish. You can easily up the heat by adding another jalape?o or some cayenne pepper. When I make this with Indian food, I also sometimes put in 1 teaspoon of turmeric to give it the glow.

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Author: Mary
• Thursday, July 19th, 2007

Grandme Belle's Best Zingerman's

We went again to Zingerman’s to share a sandwich. We wanted to have the next one on the list, the #3, but it’s one of the retired sandwiches, it’s not up on the sandwich board. A person can still order them, though. I asked the order taker what was on it. She didn’t know, but went back to the sandwich making line to inquire and came back with this: the #3 is called Grandma Belle’s Best, it’s made with liverwurst, beef brisket and thinly sliced red onion on rye bread. Sounds great, I said, we’ll have one to share.

Then I turned to Erik who was looking nervous. Liverwurst again? He was not going to go for it, “I wanted a really good lunch today,” he grumbled. The line was long, we were really hungry and I had to think fast in order to save this one. I ordered him a hot dog. He was still not so happy. Until we got the food. He ate his all-beef natural casing 1/4 lb. hot dog with grilled onions, melted provolone & yellow mustard before I had finished even half of my sandwich. He then proceeded to ask for a bite from the other half and ended up eating the whole half (does that make sense?).

A couple of weeks ago, I asked for a list of the retired sandwiches and was promised an e-mail message, but I haven’t received it yet. Walking in and ordering without knowing beforehand what it would be turned out to be such an adventure, I think I’ll just keep going right down the list. I just hope Erik doesn’t jump ship before we get to the end.

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Author: Mary
• Friday, July 13th, 2007

imago mundi: Schaefer Rd., Dearborn, MI

Author: Mary
• Friday, July 13th, 2007

clafoutis

I have eaten
the plums
that were in the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

plums in dish

This piece by William Carlos Williams is what they call a “found poem.” It was a note he left for his wife on their refrigerator door in 1934. These stolen plums were probably meant for his own breakfast. How often does this happen in your house - you are saving something for a particular purpose and when you’ve got your back turned it’s gobbled up? With this confession, Williams appears to revel in the fact of the pinched plums and playfully offers the poem to his wife in exchange for his transgression. I am especially enchanted by the way the typography turns two simple sentences into delightful poetry and gives it a languorous rhythm and evocative imagery.

clafoutis in pan

I found some gorgeous plums yesterday and had a little more than enough of them to make a plum clafoutis. We were supposed to have one or two leftover for a picture, but they have somehow disappeared. Clafoutis is a dessert that originated in the Limousin region of France. It is traditionally made with cherries leaving the pits in. The French say that it imparts an almond-like flavor that can’t be had any other way. I only make cherry clafoutis when I’ll be serving it to people who I know won’t mind watching out for the pits, otherwise, I make it with other fruits. Clafoutis (kla-foo-tee), sometimes spelled without the s, can be made with many other kinds of fruit such as apricots, raspberries or blueberries (my mother’s favorite) and is also good in winter with prunes (soaked in Armagnac!), apples or pears (these last two must be washed, peeled, and sliced before use, then arrange them in a star shaped pattern in the dish). The recipe I use is adapted from a French language textbook from the 1950s and I have found that I like it better than any of the others I have tried. I don’t sift powdered sugar on top of my clafoutis, but feel free to do so if it makes you feel fancy. If anyone pilfers the plum clafoutis sitting in my kitchen, a poem would be an acceptable form of thanks.

clafoutis

Plum clafoutis

  • 3 eggs
  • ? cup sugar
  • ? cup butter, melted
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1 cup milk
  • ? tsp. vanilla
  • Optional: 2 tsps. rum
  • 2 cups of plums, pitted and halved

Pre-heat the oven to 400 F. Beat the sugar and the eggs with a wire whisk until they turn lighter in color. Gradually add the butter, beating to incorporate. Add the flour all at once and whisk until the batter is a homogeneous mixture. Next slowly pour in the milk a little at a time. Add the vanilla, and the rum if you are using it, mixing well. The batter should be very smooth and shiny.

Place the plums in a buttered glass or earthenware baking dish, cake pan (9 or 10 inches in diameter) or skillet that can go in the oven. Pour the batter over the fruit. Bake in the pre-heated oven, approximately 30-40 minutes, until slightly browned and almost completely set in the middle. Let sit at least 15 minutes before turning out onto a plate and serving. Serve warm or at room temperature. Leftovers are excellent for breakfast.

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Author: Mary
• Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

black raspberry sorbet

6:30 am and I’m already awake. The heat has surrounded me like honey and I can move only slowly. How could it be this hot so early in the morning? I make coffee anyway and we sip it silently sitting on the couch. Erik has an early morning meeting and hurries out the door in tan seersucker pants and a polo shirt, hair still wet. I wish I could go with him just to ride around in the air conditioned car. Once I am alone I sneak into the kitchen, find a spoon and open the freezer. The cold comes out in a fog. I pull out the round glass dish and open the green plastic lid. I decide against just digging in and instead I get myself a little dish and scoop out one perfect round sphere of darkest shiny purple. Black raspberry sorbet. It’s cool, sweet, tart and smooth. It coats my tongue and slides down my throat and it’s gone too quickly.

black raspberry sorbet

I want to lick the dish. My near empty belly feels cold and hollow. I put on my shoes to go back to the spot in the park where I found the little berries. I’m going to pick more and turn them into pale lavender-colored ice cream. I haven’t seen any signs saying it’s not allowed, but I also haven’t looked for them. All this sneaking around makes them taste sweeter. When I get back home, Erik doesn’t notice the stain on my shirt or the scratches on my arms. I jealously guard my secret so there will be enough berries for my ice cream.

raspberry bush

Next week, when my sister is in town, I’ll serve the sorbet and the ice cream alongside a lemon scented g?teau au yaourt, a plain cake, just one layer and no frosting. I might still be able to find more berries and I’ll be able to scatter a few of them on the plate, as decoration and to give the occasional tart bite to contrast with all the sweetness.

making raspberry sorbet

Black raspberry sorbet

  • 4 cups black raspberries
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup sugar
  • Juice of one lemon
  • 1 T vodka

Place ingredients in blender and pur?e until mixture is smooth. Strain through a sieve into a non-reactive bowl. Cover and let sit at room temperature for about 1 hour until sugar has dissolved. Place bowl in refrigerator and chill for 2 hours. Churn in ice cream maker according to manufacturer’s directions. Place in a container with a lid and put in the freezer until the sorbet is firm.

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Author: Erik
• Sunday, July 08th, 2007

imago mundi: Ann Arbor, MI

Author: Mary
• Friday, July 06th, 2007

Rablais

In chapter 57 of his sixteenth-century novel, The Fourth Book, Fran?ois Rabelais writes, “The satirist’s sentence, that affirms Master Gaster [Sir Belly] to be the master of all arts, is true.” This seemingly tongue in cheek statement deserves to be considered both literally and figuratively. Food and eating figure prominently in the arts since the pre-historic era. I’m thinking of cave drawings depicting the hunt, for instance; some of the first art produced by humans. Hunger is something more than the body’s signal that we need to ingest calories and food symbolizes desire and identity on many levels. Apples and bananas are the first things that come to my mind. There is also bread and wine, steak-frites and apple pie. And how about lime pickle?

Magritte

While my professional writing doesn’t have to do with food, I have taught classes on food in French literature and culture, so when I heard about Lydia’s Bookworm in the Pantry series on her blog The Perfect Pantry, I signed up to submit a list of five food related non-cookbooks. It was very difficult to limit my list of books to just five, but the task was easier once I set myself certain rules. First, I didn’t want to repeat any of the previous bookworm selections; I’d rather introduce people to things they might not have read before. Second, I wanted only books originally written in French, because after all, I am a French professor. I might cook food from all over the world, but most of the reading I do has to do with France and her former colonies. According to Lydia’s rules, these all had to be books available in English through a major internet distributor like amazon. You can order them from amazon.com by clicking on the title in English. I also wanted to make sure these books are available in French, so if you do want to read them in the original language, you can order them amazon.fr by clicking on the title in French.

Proust

The most obvious food in French literature reference is Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (the link here is for volume one, you can click from there to get the other 5 tomes). Most of you know about Proust’s A la recherche du temps perduamazon from his experience with a madeleine and a cup of tea that transported him back to his childhood. This book has a lot more references to food and its importance in Belle ?poque France than this one small passage. From asparagus, oysters and boeuf ? la mode to chocolate cakes, petits fours and orangeade, In Search of Lost time offers up a feast of food. Among other things, Proust constructs the character of Fran?oise, the cook, as the consummate artist as in this passage:

Whoever would have refused to taste it, saying: “I have finished, I’m not hungry anymore,” would have immediately debased himself to the level of one of those vulgarians who, even when an artist makes them a present of one of his works, looks at the weight and material when it is only the artist’s intent and signature that have any value. To leave even one drop of it on the plate would have demonstrated the same impoliteness as to get up before the end of a musical piece in the very presence of the composer. (I, 1, 104)

For Proust, the painter, composer and cook are all artists worthy of respect. I am not one of those people who believes that reading Proust is something everyone should do before they die. I have a French friend and colleague who says the only way she’ll ever read Proust is if they shut her up in prison for a couple of years. If, unlike her, you like the long sentences and lingering description, you will find it a satisfying gastronomical read.

Zola

No list of French food in literature could be complete without mention of Emile Zola’s Le Ventre de Paris takes place in Les Halles, the area in the center of Paris that was the centrally located wholesale marketplace until it was demolished in 1971. This novel is the third installment in a series about the Rougon-Macquart family. Florent, an ex-convict, returns from a penal colony in Cayenne to live with his younger brother, Quenu, who owns and runs a charcuterie with his wife, Lisa. This novel presents an analysis of the struggle between the conservative, complacent, well-fed haves (the Fat) and the dissident, dissatisfied political idealists (the Thin). Its political theme is inseparable from the setting of the working people of les Halles and the food that is often used as an allegory of class and a symbol of everything from innocent sexuality to corruption. Zola masterfully creates “still-life” scenes of the charcuterie shop: a mountain of sausages and rosy pink pig fat juxtaposed with Florent’s first notice of Lisa’s voluptuous attractiveness, the glorious cherries, plums and strawberries of the fruit stand compared with the beauty of the young woman who sells them and the well-known “symphony of cheeses” scene in which the malodorous putridity of the cheese symbolizes the rotten heart of its gossiping vendor. This book is only currently available in a truncated translation (an e-text version can be found by clicking on the title above), but if you can wait until the fall, this new translation of The Belly of Paris by Brian Nelson for Oxford World paperbacks is available for pre-order right now from (www.amazon.com) amazon.

Delerm

Food continues to occupy a central place in the imagination of contemporary French writers. Among the books I have read in the last few years, two of them stand out. The first, published in 1997, is Philippe Delerm’s We Could Almost Eat Outside: An Appreciation of Life’s Small Pleasures. It is a collection of very short stories and food is central in almost every one of them. The French title, La premi?re gorg?e de bi?re et autres plaisirs minuscules, references one of the stories which elevates the pleasure of the first sip of beer to an epiphany of almost Proustian stature. It had to be changed for the American reading public. Puritanism at its finest. The more than thirty stories in this book advocate an oh-so-French joie de vivre and you get caught up in it, too. Reading this book will make you want to stop and savor life. Here is an example:

It’s easy to shell peas. A little pressure from the thumb on the crease of the pod and it opens, docile, a gift. Some of them, less ripe, are more reticent - an incision with the nail of the index finger allows one to open the green, and to smell the wetness and dense flesh, just under the falsely parchmented skin. Afterwards, you slide the balls with one finger. The last one is so minuscule. Sometimes, you want to eat it. It’s not good, a little bitter but cool like the kitchen at 11, cold water kitchen, the vegetables peeled - right there, by the sink, some naked carrots shining on a towel are almost dry. (translation mine)

When I first read Clotilde’s Seven Breakfasts, this book came to mind. If you like Chocolate & Zucchini, I’m sure you’d like this book. If you want a small gift for a food-loving friend, this would be the thing.

Nothomb

My other contemporary French language literature recommendation is harder to describe and less connected to food than the other books, though food does figure in it prominently. Belgian author Am?lie Nothomb’s The Life of Hunger is a semi-autobiographical anti-bildungsroman. The main character of Biographie de la faim is a young girl overcome by a powerful hunger and thirst. Her ’surfaim’ or super-hunger is a twist on the Nietzschean concept of the ?bermensch (surhomme in French) and is epitomized when she gorges herself on water, watches herself eat candy in a mirror or finally turns to anorexia.

Luce

Finally, for the Francophiles who would like to expand their culinary lexicon in French, I have a recommendation for a dictionary: Bernard Luce’s Dictionnaire Gastronomique Francais/Anglais - Dictionary of Gastronomic Terms French/English. At 500 pages long, you may find it too big to easily slip into your pocket for your next trip to Paris, but it is the most extensive dictionary of its kind. Written by a native speaker of French for restaurant owners in France wanting to translate their menus into English, some of the English is not perfect, but for those who are genuinely interested in learning all of those names for fish in French (and in English) and the ingredients in all of those sauces, this is a valuable companion to the Larousse Gastronomique Recipe Collection. I realize that brings my list up to six books instead of five. I couldn’t help myself.

In the four literary works I recommend, food serves a transcendental symbolic function and demonstrates that Monsieur Belly is at the center of human activity. Fran?ois de la Rochefoucauld wrote in the seventeenth-century about all sorts of human preoccupations like jealously, love and ego. His proclamation, “Eating is a need, knowing how to eat is an art,” sums up the French attitude toward food that may seem snobbish and imperious but accurately portrays the difference to be made between eating to live and living to eat that can be found in all of these books.

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Author: Mary
• Tuesday, July 03rd, 2007

Pork Taco

I’ve had one of those half lazy half productive days where I got a lot done but never actually felt like I was working. I was up at 6, had breakfast and walked five miles before 7:30. I answered e-mails, wrote letters of recommendation and read a little before lunch. I got my Fourth of July cooking projects started. I called my brother. After lunch, a little writing and a little nap were followed by a trip to the gym. More reading after the gym and then I got down to the business of making some Cuban-style cerdo con mojo, marinated pork shoulder. Mojo, pronounced “moe hoe” and not “moe joe,” is a marinade of citrus and spices that you probably already have hanging around. I picked up a free-range organic pork shoulder from the butcher down the street yesterday and marinated it overnight. The trick to this is to cook it for a long time at a really low temperate, but you can get a lot of other things done while you cook this. With the five pounds of pulled pork goodness, we’re also going to have some black beans and other Latin fare to celebrate Independence Day.

Rancho Gordo beans

These are not just any old beans. I received my rancho gordo shipment and have been staring at the lovely bags of beans for days now. I finally got around to cooking some and I thought the midnight black beans would go well with this pork. I soaked the beans overnight. I made a little sofrito. My secret ingredient is baking soda. Just a quarter of a teaspoon changes the alkalinity of the water and makes the beans creamy and soft, but they still hold their shape. This is true even for any kind of beans and I especially recommend it for beans that aren’t such high quality as these. It truly takes the guessing game out of whether or not your beans will be any good.

I played some Muddy Waters and watched the two pots. The air filled with the smell of the Caribbean; garlic, citrus and cumin; pork and beans. If it had been any later in the day, I would have made a pitcher of mojitos, but instead I made some limeade (lime juice, sugar, water) and kicked back with a book.

Tonight, we had a little pork on corn tortillas with queso blanco for dinner with a side of the beans and a quick salsa with just a squeeze of lime and a showering of cilantro. That’s because we couldn’t help ourselves. I actually made this today so that it will go into the refrigerator overnight. You know all those recipes that say this or that will taste better the next day? These are both like that. Tomorrow when we eat the pork, we’ll have it with warm corn tortillas, salsa verde and queso blanco. We’ll also have some baked chips, salsa and guacamole. We’ll buy some more limes and some mint and make mojitos. For dessert I’m trying to decide between making my standard mango and lime sorbet or David’s salted butter Caramel ice cream. Or maybe dulce de leche. What do you think?

pork shoulder

Cerdo con mojo: Cuban-style pork shoulder

  • 5-6 lbs. pork shoulder
  • 1 onion, grated
  • 4-5 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 T cumin, toasted and finely ground
  • 1 guajillo chili, toasted (in a skillet) and finely ground (you can use a coffee grinder or blender)
  • 1 T paprika
  • 1 T Mexican oregano
  • 1/4 cup chopped cilantro (or parsley for the people with the “ew it tastes like soap” gene)
  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  • 1 t salt
  • 1/2 t freshly ground black pepper

Place all ingredients except for pork in a bowl or large re-sealable plastic bag and mix. Add the pork and rub it all over to coat. Cover bowl or seal bag and place in refrigerator overnight. The next day, pull the pork out of the marinade wiping off as much of the marinade as possible. Dry the pork with paper towels. Heat a little olive oil in a Dutch oven over medium heat and put in the pork. Brown it about 5 minutes on each side making sure it doesn’t burn. Pour the marinade over the pork, turn heat down to low and cook for about 6 hours or until the pork falls apart. If the marinade gets too dry or the pork starts to stick, add a little water. Remove any bones and visible fat. Pull the pork into shreds using two forks. Let cool and refrigerate overnight. Reheat the next day over low heat adding a little water if necessary.

Serve with some or all of the following:

  • Warmed corn tortillas or tortillas chips
  • Guacamole or sliced avocado
  • Rice
  • Black beans (see below)
  • Salsa fresca or grilled tomato salsa
  • Monterey Jack cheese or queso blanco
  • Chopped cilantro
  • Quartered limes for squeezing over everything
  • Hot sauce

black beans

Black beans

  • 1 lb. black beans, soaked in water overnight and drained
  • 2 oz. salt pork, finely chopped
  • 2 T olive oil
  • 1 onion, minced
  • 1 or 2 jalape?o peppers, seeded and minced
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup chopped cilantro (or parsley)
  • 1 T Mexican oregano
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1 t salt
  • 1/2 t freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/4 t baking soda
  • Water (about 8 cups)

Put a Dutch oven over medium high heat and brown pork for about 4 minutes. Remove pork and place on paper towels. Add olive oil and next eight ingredients (onion through pepper). Add beans and baking soda to pot and cover with water 1″ above top of beans. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to simmer and cover. Cook until beans are soft but not mushy (this can take 1-3 hours). Stir occasionally and add more water if necessary. Taste and add more salt at the end if desired. Let cool and refrigerate overnight. Reheat the next day over low heat adding a little water if necessary. Serve with pork (see above) or eat on top of rice with Monterey Jack cheese, a squeeze of lime and a little chopped cilantro or parsley.

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