Sky Full of Bacon

I received Deborah Madison’s Vegetarian Cooking For Everyone for Christmas. This is what you married men will recognize as “a hint.” Nevertheless it remained pristine on a shelf for several months. Frankly, the world of purely vegetarian cooking was too alien for me to even get into readily— without that hunk of meat at the middle of the plate, I had no organizing principle for a meal. Sure, I have vegetarian dishes I make regularly, “train tracks” and veggie chili and so on, but I didn’t have a sense of what vegetarian cooking in a bigger sense would be like, unless it was all stews out of a big pot until the end of time. More lentils, anyone? And I was very determined not to start using any pseudofoods like tempehburgers or seitandogs or Philly cheesequornsteaks or milletfoie gras; if I was going to cook veggian, it was going to be real food with real flavor that just happened not to include meat. And so the book sat, awaiting its perfect moment to be tackled as a project, which you married men will recognize often means being put off forever.

As it happened, though, a few months later I read The United States of Arugula and learned quite a bit about Madison. Who, it turns out, is an important person in American history, as she was arguably the first vegetarian hippie commune chef to take a look at all those brown rice casseroles, think “Vishnu, there’s got to be something better than this slop,” and go get herself a solid food education so she could make vegetarian food that actually had flavor and texture and artistry and didn’t just reek of the self-congratulation of virtuous awfulness. (I paraphrase the argument.)

So I had newfound respect for her after reading her history, but I still didn’t know quite how to get into the book. Then our friends in Austin, that paradoxical place half in barbecue country and half in tofupia, announced on the eve of our trip there that they had pretty much become vegetarians. (Not 100%, as it would turn out.) Gone were the nights at Salt Lick. Even Mexican food was problematic (easier, admittedly, the yuppier a place got, as it would be more likely to offer veg’n offerings and not to unthinkingly put lard into everything). No checking how they were doing on the fried chicken I’d taught them to make.

But what it was, was a chance to force myself to cook out of Madison’s book. So here are three things I tried making during our week there, with varying levels of satisfaction.

Stock For Stir Fries, p. 262

This of course is not a meal, it’s an ingredient for one of the other meals. Nevertheless, a good test for whether something constructed out of vegetables could serve a role normally played by a meat stock. There was no long slow cooking; in 45 minutes a pot full of shiitakes, scallions, onions, mung bean sprouts, cilantro, garlic and ginger, with a little rice wine, soy sauce and dark sesame oil, had become a brownish stock which tasted mainly like onions and soy sauce. Nonetheless, it was entirely the right flavors for stirfry, and easy to make, I filled tiny ziploc bags with it and froze it in 1/2C increments, my friends should, I hope, use it happily for some months– and I will probably make more for myself very soon.

Vegetable Stir-Fry with Glass Noodles, p. 271

And here’s what it went into. A pretty standard but entirely decent stir fry, done with some difficulty in a tiny enameled wok that probably dates to the 1950s (a gift from a worldly aunt to one of my friends’ parents, who probably never used it once unless, maybe, they ran out of buckets when the roof leaked). It went over pretty well, introducing the kids to some new vegetables (bok choy!), though since it was also the 4th… they ate it as a side dish with hot dogs.

Red Bean Gumbo with Greens, p. 321

I’m not sure I would have chosen this— actually I’m looking forward to trying some of the more middle-eastern dishes, which my hostess in Austin had no interest in— but it proved a good test of how closely we could imitate a dish deeply rooted in the Southern traditions of sticking a big ole hunk of pork at the base of every dish. The answer was different for me than for them. They found it deep and flavorful and eagerly looked forward to the frozen leftovers (which might well prove to be better with some aging). I thought Madison’s attempt to concoct a deep broth flavor out of greens and herbs was exactly the kind of meat-mimicry I don’t like and don’t want to get into; for me, a far better version of this dish would be to take Madison’s veggie-oriented stew and root it in the flavor of a small, but discernable, piece of tasso ham or something similar, so the gumbo gets the benefits of the flavor of pork but remains a stew loaded with vegetables.

The Tribune talks, reasonably well if somewhat detachedly in a 50,000-foot-view newspapery way, about locavores.

Vital Information is not bitter. Really. Any inference that “Rob” is short for “Radicchio” is completely mistaken. Hey, it’s not like I used quotes from him, either.

He also cites a Baby Blues cartoon. This is my idea of a foodie cartoon.

And Bruce F. has started a new blog about growing vegetables on his garage roof here.

Oops, I did a dumb thing for you iTunes subscribers.

To make it easy for Dish readers etc. to find the video, I repeated the embedded video.

Not realizing… this would make the blog tell iTunes I had a new episode up. So all of you who have subscribed will find you have an extra copy of the first episode.

There is no new episode yet. Delete the “new” one now. Sorry.

UPDATE: iTunes’ listing is corrected now, but some of you will surely have already downloaded the duplicate. So if you’ve seen it, you’ve seen it!

A couple of months ago I was one of many speakers at a Greater Midwest Foodways Alliance symposium on midwest food traditions; I talked about the food of my German Mennonite ancestors, who passed through the Ukraine on their way to Kansas and picked up some Russian foods not otherwise known to their German coreligionists.

WBEZ now has all the talks available on their site; Cathy2 has the links. I’m in the 5th one, Home Baking II.

Today I shot at two of the legendary barbecue temples of Texas– Louie Mueller’s and Taylor Cafe in Taylor, Texas. And interviewed the proprietors of both— both of which present interesting problems for when I come to edit.

Mueller’s has to be the hottest, smokiest place I’ve ever been in my life. I’m glad I wasn’t on camera because my eyes were watering much of the time. You’ll get a sense of it from seeing how brown the whole place is stained. Mr. Bobby Mueller, who took it over from his father, is a taciturn Texan to be sure, and in fact we barely spoke during the first 30 minutes or so I was in his kitchen, as I simply watched him at his work; though our interview was long enough to extract a good story from, I’m kind of tempted to just show him at work without voiceover for much of it, and hope that the viewer will be as spellbound by his silent efficiency and expertise as I was. At least a short segment like that, I think.

Taylor Cafe was kind of the opposite situation. Mr. Vencil Mares spoke at length about many things, including his WWII service (he was a medic and landed at Normandy about 10 days after D-Day). Unfortunately I wasn’t really in a position (without being pushy) to shoot the most interesting thing I saw— him wrestling, at the age of 84 and with obvious arthritis, briskets with a fork out of his smoker and onto paper for his cook to wrap and put away. He had to use a walker to get back to the bar for our interview, but nothing was going to stop him getting the meat out when he thought it was done, the same way he has for 60 years. Anyway, the WWII stories were very interesting, but I’m not sure how they’ll integrate into a BBQ story. So I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them, but it seems a shame not to use them in some fashion.

Here’s my LTHForum post on visiting these places last year.