Early ORGANIC Tomatoes

Early Tomatoes with aged Balsamico, Extra Virgin Olive Oil/John Coltrane-Miles Davis and Swedish Sea Salt-plus a new cookie discovery (Almondina)

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Early Tomatoes

Sunset Brand Organic Produce
With the recent spate of cold weather, my taste buds went back into their mid-Winter slumber.  I imagined a wake-up call from a culinary standpoint that would drive me out of my rut and into the mindset of Summer.  With the upcoming weekend promising warm, if not hot weather, vegetables that scream SUMMER are doing the trick to get me out of this phase.   The other day, a box of greenhouse grown tomatoes were purchased.  Usually I shy away from hot-house or hydroponic anything.  In this case I am happily wrong.
Sunset Tomatoes come in a clear plastic box.  They read on the lable: Goodness Grown Naturally.   What does this mean?  I did some research into these products and was happily surprised by what I found.  Their ethos of sustainability must include mention of the Green Grass Project .
The first part of the project is the statement that their product is environmentally & eco-friendly.  But how do you make a vegetable eco-friendly?  First the company uses bleach free recycled paper for some of their products, recycled plastic for others.  Low carbon footprint shipping is utilized.

PHASE 1 – GROWING

PHASE 2 – PACKAGING

PHASE 3 – DISTRIBUTION

Image reproduced from Sunset Foods Website (Thank you!)
From Sunset’s webpage:  “Our veggies are grown in a biologically controlled, herbicide-free environment.”  Digging a bit deeper, I found that their greenhouses uses the following:
From the growing stages to the packaged product on the shelf, our company reuses, reduces, and recycles.
Product Conservation – Our produce is grown in an earth friendly medium using fewer chemicals
Recycled Fertilizer – Our fertilizer comes from recycled leech and reusable organic cocoa peat, rather than a product that would normally create waste
Greenhouse – State of the art greenhouses produce lower greenhouse gases and increases environmental sustainability
Water – Wastewater is treated and recycled, our greenhouses use up to 50% less water than field grown produce
Alternative Fuel Use – We use recycled ingredients such as wood shavings and other waste products that normally would have gone to the trash
Energy Conservation – Our warehouses use energy efficient florescent light bulbs, our buildings use natural light from skylights instead of bulbs in the summer

• Greenhouse Grown
• Quality and Flavor
• Nutrition
• Packaging
• Environment
• Good Bugs

What does this mean to me?  I’m trying to do my part in the equation of “sustainability” by modifying the foods I consume to be better for the earth.  This isn’t too much to ask is it?
The Flavors:   Spark of a Summer Tomato months before they arrive in New Jersey.
Taste: Pleasantly acidic, great foil for the best Olive Oil and really old traditionally made Balsamic Vinegar, if you use that “Supermarket” stuff, you don’t know what real Balsamic tastes like.  It is not the same thing.   I suggest finding products from the company called: Campo Bello Doro foods.
The combination:  Campari brand tomatoes taste like late Summer.  They are available at Whole Foods and other stores in the United States
The Recipe:

Slice three or more Campari brand tomatoes (or your choice of tomatoes)

Scatter about a teaspoon full of Balsamic Vinegar over the tomatoes.  This extra aged balsamic is very expensive, so use sparingly!   Add enough Extra Virgin Olive Oil to cover tomatoes (to taste)
Finally, scatter the some  Fleur de Sel over the tomato, olive oil and balsamic to release the aroma and flavors.

Falksalt from Sweden

I drive a Swedish car.  (Volvo) Love Swedish cameras.  Swedish movies with their marvelous gray tones.  I lust after Swedish food products too.  A few months ago at the Roger Smith Hotel Food Writers Conference, I was introduced to a magical new product.  Swedish Sea Salt.  This is not your typical sea salt.  The typical product screams SALT.  This product says very clearly: OCEAN.  Falksalt is crisp, saline and shimmering.  They use Mediterranean Sea water.  Seems like a long way from the Mediterranean to Sweden, but inside the blue box, designed in a somewhat retro hip fashion lies a magical potion for finishing a dish or a cocktail.

Fleur de Sel Cocktail

Wild River Review Does Cocktails.

2 Limes cut into chunks

1 Juicy Pink Grapefruit cut into chunks

3 Shots (or more) Hendrick’s Gin

Preparation:

Muddle citrus fruits with a scant pinch of your favorite fleur de sel *I used Falksalt in the recipe*

Add the Gin and some freshly cracked ice to cocktail shaker

Add about a teaspoon of superfine sugar

Shake, Strain into a tall glass filled with fresh ice

Garnish with Pink Grapefruit slice and Lime chunks

Finish with another pinch (over the top) of fleur de sel.

Serve your friend and make another for yourself.

Falksalt

Music for Fleur de Sel Cocktail listen here by clicking.

Almondina Cookies

Almondina Brand Biscuits

A recent visit to Linkedin revealed a new contact who distributes the product named Almondina.  I hadn’t tasted Almondina in several years and this piqued my interest.  The original recipe dates back to 1929!  According to the tear sheet that came with my samples (Thank you to their PR department for sending me this product) Almondina is “Grandmother’s secret recipe with no fat, no cholesterol.  Originally known as Petit Gateau Sec, Almondina is a crunchy, mere wafer of a cookie, with the warmth of roasted almonds, plump raisins and warm vanilla notes.  Almondina is not your usual cookie.  It has no trans-fats, nor does it have salt or preservatives.  I found the cookie to be marvelous with cheese and wine, especially the chocolate and cherry variety.  The Sesame version is perfect with a nice runny brie.  The Cinnaroma brand is perfect with a spot of tea.  All the varieties come packed in a segmented package that protects the fragile cookies from damage. Each of their products are Kosher and Pareve.

Ingredients vary, but the essential ones are: Wheat Flour, Malted Barley Flour, Sugar, Egg Whites, fruits-like raisins and cherries, almonds, sesame seeds and love.  Ok, love isn’t on the label, but try one and taste the passion that only love brings to your plate.

They are a little slice of deliciousness!

According to the “tear” sheet, the company aims to:  “Put a delicious and healthful cookie on every table.”  Not a bad idea!

Close Up!

Flavors include: Original, Gingerspice, Cinnaroma, Choconut, Pumpkin Spice, Anniversary, Sesame, and my favorite-Chocolate Cherry.

They don’t taste like diet cookies.

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potlikker or pot liquor?

big mamma: Photo: Warren Bobrow

POT LIQUOR OR POTLIKKER?  The Cultural Dichotomy of Potlikker vs. Matzo Ball Soup

Preface Originally Published: February 23, 1982 Credit: The New York Times
In an article on Senate debates on food that ran on this page Feb. 10, mention was made of a 1935 filibuster in which Huey Long lectured his colleagues on the merits of potlikker. Due to an unfortunate consultation with a dictionary, that great Southern delicacy was referred to as ”pot liquor,” prompting the following communication from a regional authority on the subject:
Dear Sir:
I always thought The New York Times knew everything, but obviously your editor knows as little about spelling as he or she does about Appalachian cooking and soul food.
Only a culinarily-illiterate damnyankee (one word) who can’t tell the difference between beans and greens would call the liquid left in the pot after cooking greens ”pot liquor” (two words) instead of ”potlikker” (one word) as yours did. And don’t cite Webster as a defense because he didn’t know any better either.” Sincerely, ZELL MILLER Lieutenant Governor State of Georgia
The Southern food heritage authority, John T. Edge wrote his masters degree thesis on the cultural relevance of Potlikker.  Why can’t I explain my personal connection with Potlikker?  All great Southern Heritage questions should be answered by those who are influenced by the South- for their own perspective on Southern Culture and Southern Cuisines. You don’t have to be a Southerner to be knowledgeable about the history of Southern Cooking. You can even be a Yankee Carpetbagger!
I’m a Damn Yankee, born and raised. Why should I be interested in potlikker?  The explanation goes back to my childhood.  The kitchen in the big house was the place that made me love bacon, cooked low and slow in a cast iron pan. To whit my first true memories were on the farm, in the kitchen next to Estelle cooking a rooster including all the parts into a stew. The collards, turnip or mustard greens were cooked until they oozed their very souls into a viscous, slightly cloudy fluid-thick with the rendered chunks of salty home-cured, country ham.  The pan in which they cooked further flavored those greens.  Then they were wiped out with the hunks of hand-cut “light as a feather” biscuits.  I would sop up the likker and country ham with a still warm biscuit or hunk of cornbread hot from the old cast iron frying pan.  Nothing went to waste.  A pot of old black coffee was stirred into a pan of cooking greens.  Why throw out coffee? If it tastes good, it will extend the ingredients and flavors in a more complex meal.  A top round of roast beef cooked for a Saturday night supper would always have the collard greens on the side- and the potlikker.  My earliest memories of family and table involve tasting the ground, the earth beneath my feet and a splash of Southern cooking through liberal application of the likker.  Most of these earliest memories were in the kitchen of my grandparent’s “big house.”
Estelle was our cook. With her broad smile and determined yet friendly demeanor in the kitchen, food not only tasted differently, it tasted better.  She was a strong willed woman who loved us deeply and not just because she worked for our family.  That love translated through the warmth of her hands into creating food that didn’t just feed us, it sustained us.  These memories I have are complete and true. They tie me to her kitchen and her teaching.  The dishes that my mother cooked for my sister and I had no flavor or discernable memories.  That’s not to say she couldn’t cook.  She used excellent ingredients all from local farms and grocery stores.  It’s just simple…My mother couldn’t cook like Estelle, she wasn’t meant to, after all, my mother is a Yankee, like myself. Estelle was from Georgia.  I learned about potlikker at the knee of Estelle, who didn’t actually teach me how to cook, she just cooked and I watched.  One of her favorite dishes was served in the fall when the greens were bright and available for next to nothing at the grocery store.  Simple foods that speak of the soil are most pleasing after the first frost. They seem to grow better after being “hardened-off.”  So far this season we’ve only had one hard freeze and several light frosts.  To my palate, this is the best time for one thing and that’s GREENS and memories of meals gone past.  The cultural analysis for greens, cooked low and slow, is what is left over after the greens have she their liquids.  This likker slides around at the bottom of an ancient cast iron dutch oven- slick with the memories of all the greens cooked in the past.  The cultural and historical dichotomy of connecting potlikker and the Jewish culture of matzo ball soup (chicken soup prepared with matzo balls/using typical Jewish ingredients such as a Pullet or an old Rooster is more than just a coincidence.  The defining thread of these liquids is akin to the perceived healing properties of the liquid.  Evidently, potlikker contains a metaphysical oral history many hundreds of years old, attached to healing, just as matzo ball soup (when made correctly) contains what is known as Jewish Penicillin.  Jewish Penicillin is as much a part of the greater world of culinary delights as “potlikker” is mentioned as a cure for scurvy, Vitamin K deficiency and general malaise.  Down South, the description of not feeling well is sure to garner the response: “have a cup of likker” as in NYC, where the words “have a cup of matzo ball soup, you’ll feel better” describes a similar experience and cultural history.  They are both tied to our stomach and feeling of being… “better.” The combination of drippings from the greens and the broth of a bowl of matzo ball soup are tied into the deepest recesses of the culinary psyche.  They both say “heal me from the inside out.”
I share with you Estelle’s greens.  Cooked low and slow with a dash of Southern Georgia Pig.
I use salty Smithfield Ham slices or a few smoked ham hocks soaked of their salt
Collard greens are nutritious. You can grow them just about anywhere.  The best soil to grow collards is sandy acidic soil, although the will grow almost anywhere that sun shines hot during the day after a cold night under the stars.
Drinkin and Dronin’ starts here while the greens cook down to their sweet essence.
Ingredients:
2 – 3 medium smoked ham hocks or 2 pounds smoked pork neck bones or a few slices of dry and salty aged Smithfield Country Ham
2 teaspoon of salt (if you use Smithfield Country Ham, then do not add any extra salt- it will be salty enough from the ham. Take 2 or 3 smoked ham hocks and put them in a large (6 quart) pot of water. Bring the water to a full boil and let it boil for about 2 1/2 hours. Add more water as it boils down. When the Ham hocks are falling apart you can add the collard greens.  Just before they go into the pot wash them carefully in many changes of fresh, sweet water from your well.  If you don’t have a well, get your water from someone who does.
Rinse the collard greens thoroughly, stack several leaves on top of each other. Roll these leaves together like rolling a cigar. Slice the leaves into thin strips using a wooden cutting board and large very sharp knife. Smile while you’re making this dish and play this.  Rolling them together like a fat Cuban cigar speeds up the process and makes the job more enjoyable.
Next, add your cut and rewashed collard greens to the pot. Since this is a lot of collards, you will need to add them until the pot is full. Then allow them to wilt as they cook – then add some more. Add a bit of salt, only if using ham hocks, not the Smithfield Ham. Cover and cook for twenty minutes on medium heat. Stir every few minutes with an old wooden spoon to distribute the smoked meat taste evenly. Eat the ham hocks or neck bones right along with the collards. Heck, invite the neighborhood over and get a few cases of PBR.  Have plenty of fresh cornbread handy to sop up the juices. On our farm we always had plenty of hot sauce (homemade of course) to sprinkle over the greens.  The juices that flow from the greens are known simply as “potlikker.”  This is the magic liquid that binds hundreds of years of Southern history in a scented broth.  I knew a family that always kept a jar of this in the refrigerator, if not for cooking, but for general medicinal purposes.
Like a bowl of Matzo Ball Soup… “Potlikker” heals everything that hurts.  Try some!
The wine for “potlikker?”  May I suggest a Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.  And thanks to Billy Reid for influencing my stomach.

Pig Tails? Photo: Warren Bobrow

from the rear view.. Photo: Warren Bobrow

time for feedin' Photo: Warren Bobrow

gently snapping my fingers moistoned with Branch underwater

WILD TABLE - Billy Reid:

Bourbon, Branch and a Splash of Southern Lore

by Warren Bobrow

Back in the eighties I bartended a bit, drank a fair amount of good bourbon in carefully learned, hand-crafted mint juleps, and cooked the line in a fine, white tablecloth restaurant near the historic waterfront area known as Ansonborough in Charleston, South Carolina.
That restaurant was named the Primerose House. Here at this very early proponent of locavore cooking I was introduced to the culture and mystique of the oft mentioned, never tasted branch water. After Hurricane Hugo set us all asunder in 1989, Charleston changed, but her charm, as a graceful Southern city has never faded.
Many moved on to other places and culinary careers, myself included. But the manners that I was taught in Charleston have stayed with me. I especially cite Martha Lou's Kitchen for teaching me the value of listening under pressure in her non-air-conditioned kitchen. In the Soul Food restaurant she owns in Charleston, Martha Lou let me watch her cook. Once she trusted me after several months of my begging, she let me cook alongside her for a few lunches. Martha Lou also gave me another gift, the palate for all things hog, Southern culture and a glass of Bourbon Whiskey.

I was reading a food article in the New York Times by the noted Southern cultural raconteur named John T. Edge. He wrote a piece on All-American, Mexican Hot Dogs. His web presence begins with these words: "Eater, Writer, Educator." As one of the founders of the Southern Foodways Alliance and a contributing columnist of the Oxford American Magazine, John T. Edge has a passion for bbq, clothing and fine Bourbon whiskey. I admire his pen and have learned much from his unforced, open ended- writing style. He has championed the work of Billy Reid, the 2001 CFDA Award winning clothing designer in his unique style of prose and Billy Reid in turn has created a carefully constructed shirt in honor of his friend John T. It sits amongst other bits and pieces of Southern vernacular clothing, not shouting, but gently calling out...put me on.  Wear me home.  This shirt is simply known as the John T.  The shirt has a nice muted check, is narrow in length and is made, like many of the pieces of Billy Reid's clothing designs, in Italy. This is clothing is meant to complement an afternoon of tasting ancient bottles of Bourbon or working in the corporate canyons of NYC. Billy Reid is known to most Southerners as their native son-their home-spun answer to Ralph Lauren.
While reading John T. Edge's writing on his web page, I noticed that it immediately references bacon, one of my passions. This piqued my interest in Edge and his alliance with his clothing designer friend, Billy Reid, both modern day cultural icons of the New South.
Reid's clothing store in NYC is sandwiched between renovated former industrial buildings on a rag-tag cobblestone street in Lower Manhattan. Here in the basement of a former manufacturing space, the gracious interior elegant as a fine gentleman's bar room and open to the street through large sun filled windows, was the perfect venue in which to taste a series of three, half-century old bottles of Kentucky Bourbon whiskey. I sat with some of the friendly and eager staff and we discussed at length the concept, unknown to most Yankees (of which I am one) of branch water. Branch water, I learned is a direct connection to the cultural and culinary definition of Southern drinking heritage. Webster's Dictionary defines branch water as: "Pure natural water from a stream or brook; often distinguished from soda water."
I've found from my very short time living in Charleston South Carolina, somewhere out there in the steamy ancient forests-thick with blood-sucking ticks, leeches and poisonous snakes, (they wear those thick leather leg chaps when walking in the woods for a reason)–lays a Valhalla or holy-grail in "Bourbon-speak." A pristine spring bubbles up sweet water, pure as the dew that lights up in sunlight shining on the elegantly dripping strands of Spanish moss. Vanilla-tea-colored water rises from the depths-situated directly in front of the roots of the almost mythical in proportion, ancient Southern Live-Oak tree. The sweet water found here is known as branch. It is one of the defining elements of Bourbon understanding, the physical act of discovering for the first time...spring of water bursting from the ground, the essence of purity and grace, danced simply over a glass of the brown liquid. The next act in appreciation of the past is by making a perfect drink with that branch. This physical interaction of adding branch to Bourbon binds hundreds of years of Southern culture and drinking lore.
I offered to bring the employees at Billy Reid, a bottle of locally sourced branch.
Near where I live is the Morristown National Historical Park. There is an ancient artisanal well somewhere out there in the deep woods. (Historically, it was used by George Washington's troops during the Revolutionary War.) This source of branch, sweet and alive with minerals, is from the pure spring located at the foot of a long forgotten rotted oak. The sweet water bubbling up from the depths remains to this very day. Its secret location is just up in the woods from me apiece.
I know they'll smile at Billy Reid because finding a previously undiscovered source of real branch water is a rare experience. It is my desire to put the bottle of this geographically specific Yankee Branch water into the hands of Billy Reid himself drawing a modern connection to his upbringing as a Son of the NEW South.
Some may say that they rue the day that a Southern cocktail would even allow the introduction of Yankee Branch water and call it a nip. I say create your own history by using what is available and that branch should speak clearly of the earth from which it arose.
It only takes a few drops of branch to liven a brown elixir in your great- grandfather's unwashed crystal tumbler. An antique bottle of branch water may last a lifetime. Branch is not used casually; but the simple act of using the branch is a specific connection to Southern lore and Bourbon cocktails.
Branch water, when used correctly, is metered out in small portions, only use a small amount! Just what fits between your bare fingers. It was described to me on an ancient plantation somewhere east of the Cooper River, as gently snapping your branch water-moistened fingers together over the glass. There is a specific sound, one that was made by moving one's fingers together. I would imagine snapping my fingers underwater to approximate the feeling. This pure liquid entering the glass, scattering over the top of the glistening- 55 year old Bourbon was in my experience, a physical bond to a bygone age.
This specific act of making a Bourbon and branch cocktail hasn't changed much in several hundred years.
As we sipped our whiskey in the former basement industrial space-its original inhabitants long gone-standing over hand-hewn barn-wood floors, surrounded by the casual, unforced elegance of bespoke Southern gentility clothing we tasted our way through 3 unique bottles of Kentucky Bourbon dating from 1952 to 1959. The flavors unleashed from the long sealed bottles linger on in my mind.
The Historic Bourbon:
Old Forester 100 Proof/Bottled in Bond
Set into oak: Spring 1952-bottled fall 1957.
Warm treacle tinged molasses. Sun-dried walnut butter, melted then smeared on crunchy, fire-toasted cornmeal Hoecakes.
Exceptionally long finish with exotic Jungle Curry undertones. This liquor tastes as fresh as the day it was bottled. Bottle looks like a sputnik. Space Age stuff!
Old Forester 100 Proof/Bottled in Bond
Set into oak: Fall 1954-bottled fall 1959
Sweet tobacco cream and freshly dug peat. Caramelized yams in the mid-palate. Dry, country ham finish with a whiff of pit-roasted Hog Cracklins' at the end. Bottle is modern in design and interesting looking, with the real surprise contained within, a history lesson of the way Bourbon used to taste before modern innovations changed the way Bourbon is made.      Crafted by artisans long gone.
Old Grand Dad 100 Proof/Bottled in Bond
Set into oak: Fall 1954-bottled fall 1958
Creamy, sweet vanilla fire gives way to a pecan brittle mid-palate. Long mouth filling finish with sharp hints of Southern blackberries and brown butter coated and roasted-hazelnuts dipped in crushed dark bittersweet chocolate pastilles.  Hints of those slushy mint juleps enjoyed in Charleston, South Carolina*with Booker's Bourbon* under the piazza at the Primerose House.  This bottle looked like a Baccarat Crystal decanter.
All whiskeys served without ice in a unwashed glass with the sweet soulful drones of Greg Spradlin tearing it up on the stereo, serving as background music for our tasting and deeper conversations.
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barbecue in NYC.

Real Barbecue in New York City

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: Barbecue, Cast Iron Pan, Drinkin' and Dronin', John T. Edge, Southern Foodways Alliance, warren bobrow, wild river review, Wild Table, WRR, www.wildriverreview.com — jstocke @ 11:39 pm

Ribs

John T. Edge, cultural raconteur, historian and potlikker drinker is on the road again.  This time he is in town, if only for a short while to show a few of his home movies, Southern Foodways Alliance style.  Edge holds a master’s degree in Southern Studies from the University of Mississippi. He is also a director of the Southern Foodways Alliance, an institute of the Center for the Study of Southern Culture at the University of Mississippi, where he documents and celebrates the diverse food cultures of the American South. The SFA has completed more than 450 oral histories and 20 films, focusing on the likes of fried chicken cooks, row crop farmers, oystermen, and bartenders. John has been featured in Saveur Magazine, writes a monthly column for the New York Times and is an editor of Garden and Gun Magazine (which is sort of the Martha Stewart Living magazine of the NEW South, pumped up on buckets of barbecue fueled steroids)  He writes about food, culture and bourbon fueled dreams.  Each year, for the past eight years, JT makes his way up to NYC to participate in the Barbecue Block Party.   The Barbecue Block party is a raucous affair.  Fifteen Pit Masters from all over the South gather together to share their pecan wood fired dreams of perfect barbecue with several thousand, very hungry and grateful New Yorkers.

Ole' Smoky

Barbecue Block Party Scene

The Barbecue Circus comes to NYC!  What is barbecue?  Well for one thing, it’s all about that darned wood.  The right tree makes the right charcoal.  Ah, what kind of trees make good charcoal?  I’ll tell you that Hickory makes darned fine barbecue charcoal, as does Pecan and of course good ole’ American Oak.  That tree must be old.  Standing dead is what I was taught.  I heat partially by wood, so I know what that means.  Standing dead means dry fire wood.  Good wood for burning.  Soft wood like pine makes your barbecue taste like the insides of an old pine box, if you were to lick it.  I wouldn’t, nor should you, splinters y’all know come from wood.  Good barbecue is all about the wood. You can’t make barbecue over gas heat.  Low and slow is what the pit masters call it.  I call this food love in a cast iron kettle.  Call it what you will- you must cook it long, and cook it at low temperatures. Do not use a gasoline based starter either or your barbecue will taste like a can of gas.

Ribs!!!

The best barbecue is?  Well that’s up to you.  Some people like beef brisket, others like my friend Eddie O. in Vancouver, BC loves barbecued salmon.  I demand the skin of the Wild Alaskan Salmon, grilled until crunchy and crispy, napped in a touch of vinegar and mustard. It’s the Pacific Northwest meets the old South.
I always have enjoyed barbecue in Columbia, South Carolina.  Mustard and vinegar makes a fine barbecue sauce for grilled salmon or a rack of ribs, your choice, beef or pork.
Recipe:  Mustard Vinegar Barbecue Sauce
1 cup of French’s Yellow Mustard
3 Tablespoons of Brown or Cane Sugar
1/4 cup Cider Vinegar
1 Tablespoon each of Black Pepper, Salt and Cayenne Pepper
Mix together and let sit a while at room temp.  Use on pork or chicken.
Always when using this sauce cook off the direct flame.  The sugar will burn up faster than a fox finding some plump chickens in the hen house.

John T. Edge, always the gentleman.

John T. Edge wrote me a short note thanking me for sending him this photograph.  He called me Sir.  Not in a presumptuous way, but in the quiet way of a real gentleman.  A Southern Gentleman.
Thank you John for infusing my writing with your wisps of hickory smoke.
John: I promise you a glass of 1950’s era Bourbon should our paths cross this way again… Up here in Yankee-land there still is fine Bourbon to share amongst friends.  Especially those who share interests of Potlikker.  Estelle Ellis taught me to make potlikker.  She used real Country ham from Smithfield.  This was the base of the concoction.  Some use potlikker to stave off a cold or heal a sour stomach.  Whatever your use is, potlikker is a great way to start your day with the taste of collard greens, earth and pig.
Potlikker

4 pounds turnip or collard greens ground black pepper, a bunch of it. 1/4 pound Smithfield Ham or Fatback Sugar, just to taste- Now some Southerners will rue the day that I add a bit of sugar, but really- it just balances the greens and the vinegar that is usually poured over the top to finish. Preparation: Rinse those greens at least 5 times if not six times or more if gritty. Put them in a large pot of boiling water and boil for 3 minutes. Drain, tossing out  the water to remove the bitter taste. Fill the pot again with fresh sweet spring water and bring to a slow boil. Place the greens back in the pot. Add some Country Ham to the pot. Cover, turn down to a simmer, and cook 3 – 4 hours. Taste and add sugar and pepper as desired. Adjust seasoning with a bit of cayenne pepper. Serve greens with their juices or serve “pot likker” separately as an inexpensive meal with freshly made cornbread. Our first cocktail of the night at the Potlikker Film Festival was a shot glass full of potlikker!

Pig Ears

Pig ears used to cost 5 bucks a box.  Now they cost 50 bucks.  Why?  The pet food industry buys them all up for dog treats.  Damn, those country dawgs sure love pigs ears, as do I.  Cooked long and slow in a Dutch Oven, pig’s ears are certainly not for the meek.  Slivered into threads and quickly pan seared then fried- this is true Head to Tail cooking.
Pig’s Ears

Ingredients

A few pig’s ears
1 onion, cut up and skinned
1 carrot, washed well
1 Bunch of Celery
Some garden herbs like thyme and oregano or whatever you’ve got.
Approximately 1 tablespoon salt and a scant tablespoon of hot pepper flakes
Freshly cracked pepper to taste

Fixin’ to enjoy some pig’s ears

1. Bring bunch of water to boil. Place the pig’s ears in the water and par-boil for a few minutes to remove any dirt.  Throw out that water, it’s nasty looking and tasting.
2. Remove the pig’s ears from the water and add them to a medium cast iron Dutch Oven.  Add enough water to cover. Add the onion, carrot, and aromatics, and bring the Dutch Oven to a boil. Add salt and pepper. Reduce to a gentle simmer and cook for 3 hours, occasionally checking to see that the ears are immersed in the water. The ears will be very soft–a fork should easily pierce through the skin. This is not pretty to look at, nor will they win you any awards right now.  But be patient, one bite and you’ll never eat pork belly again!
3. Let the ears cool for a while.  Save some of this stock and freeze it for another use.  It’s full of Piggy goodness.
Heat a Cast Iron Griddle to smokin’ hot.
4. Sear that ear, turn and sear it again.  It will smoke mightily, make sure the hood fan is on BEFORE you start cooking.
5. Serve immediately, like steak, for the diners to cut and eat on the plate. Serve with the Columbia, South Carolina Barbecue Sauce.
Hungry for ears?  This is so easy to make.  Serve with some Firefly Sweet Tea.  (Vodka and Sweet Tea mixed together, after a few, you’ll swear you see Fireflies!)

This one over here is the Mutton Barbecue

Baker's Ribs

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# 30 in Saveur Magazine's 100 for 2010!

http://www.saveur.com/article/Kitchen/Tuna-Melt-1000079473

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by Warren Bobrow

Not a real Tuna Melt. It is the dreaded HOT TUNA! Photo: Warren Bobrow

An abridged history of the Tuna Melt:

Charleston, South Carolina. About 1965. Woolworth’s lunch counter on King Street. The air is thick with the smell of tea being brewed for the large glass containers that sit atop ceramic dispensers. Inside the containers are chunks of rough-cut ice, fresh mint and golden brown-colored tea.

One container says simply, Sweet. As quickly as a glass is filled, it is emptied by thirsty passers-by. All of King Street finds their way in for a cup. Sweet Tea is the most popular drink on a day like today.

It’s July and hamburgers are sizzling away on the sleek metal of the grill. The sun seems to rise low in the sky earlier and set later, extending the heat and mud-scented humidity from the tidal confluence of Ashley and Cooper Rivers.

Behind the counter, the ladies work at their prescribed tasks. Send a Tuna on White over there, cup of Tomato Soup to the end of the counter! Macaroni and Cheese with a Fish Cake? Side of Slaw!

Chef Bo is greeted; orders given. “Sweet tea! I‘ll have a grilled cheese sandwich, white bread with a smear of mayo and slices of American cheese, “just as you like it.” Atop the griddle on a shelf, a bowl of freshly made tuna salad sits on the edge… and, as if guided by a hidden hand, the contents tip over, falling on the grilled cheese sandwich.

Voila! The Tuna Melt is born!

About the same time as the tuna salad falls onto the grill, Bo notices it bubbling away along with his open-faced grilled cheese. Some of the tuna has coated the top. The smell is familiar to him. The metallic tang of nearby sweet southern ocean air, the syrupy caramelized smell of mayo combining and dripping on celery and onion sinking into the butter and mayo-coated white bread. And on top, becoming crisp and sealing in all the flavors… that errant dollop of tuna!

One of the gals from behind the counter offers to make him another one, ’cause he might not want to eat the mistake!”

Tucking in-carefully at first, then with fervor – time and history make way for a new sandwich, a new invention. Pursing his lips and sipping the sweet tea Bo has no idea that he has invented the Tuna Melt.

Soon, thereafter, the Tuna Melt became a favorite at the Woolworth’s lunch counter on King Street in Charleston, South Carolina. It was almost always served with a glass of sweet Iced Tea and a side of Lay’s potato chips.

http://www.saveur.com/article/Kitchen/The-2010-SAVEUR-100-List

Wild River Review contributing editor, Warren Bobrow grew up on a farm in Morristown, NJ. A graduate of Emerson College with a degree in Film, he spent his senior year as a research assistant in visual thinking at CAVS / MIT. He worked for many years in the corporate world.His column on food, wine and life, Wild Table appears daily in the online magazine, Wild River Review. In addition to Wild River Review, Warren writes for NJMYWay.com, NJ Life Magazine, NJ Monthly and SLOWFOODNNJ.org. He has upcoming work in Edible Jersey Magazine on the topic of Organic and Biodynamic wine and upcoming submissions for the Oxford Encyclopedia of Food and Drink in America. Ed., 2. Warren is featured in Saveur Magazine’s 2010-100 best list. #30. February brings an article to NJ Savvy Living. Please follow his moving about and drinkin’ ’round on Twitter @WarrenBobrow1 or on Plaxo.

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