Thursday, March 29, 2012

Salmon Croquettes - A Southern Tradition (and Treat!)

I have to brag a little, y'all.  I am incredibly lucky to have such such caring, wonderful friends.  My 28th birthday was a few weeks ago, and in celebration, one of my dearest college friends (who is, by the way, a badass triathlete) Anna sent me the bible of Texas home cooking.  Yes, that's right, y'all...she sent me "The Homesick Texan" cookbook.  Now, for those of you who are not familiar with Lisa Fain, she is a seventh generation Texan who moved to New York and has been missing the big, open sky and Texan tradition ever since.  Her nostalgia became so strong that she began writing a blog documenting her culinary explorations, which later resulted in a fabulous cookbook.  What I found so unique about her blog was not just the intricate photos she took of her foods, or the memories that her recipes of such regional classic dishes as Texas-style barbeque, stuffed avocados, or chicken/beef fajitas evoked, but her simple, anecdotal writing style.  Each entry had a perfect dash of personal touch -- just enough to connect with any reader, regardless of his/her background.  Then, when Anna sent me the cookbook, I became HOOKED.  Unfortunately, I caught a terrible cold the morning of my birthday, but I spent all day reading in bed about different recipes and marking my favorites to try later.  Not a bad way to spend a sick day, if I say so myself. :)

One of the most striking recipes I found in the book was one for salmon croquettes.  Now, salmon croquettes are a traditional Southern dish, but they also bring me back to my days living at home because they remind me of Bengali maacher chop (essentially, fried fish patties, or croquettes).  My mom would whip up a batch for dinner parties or when we came home from college from scratch pretty easily.  They would be served with a homemade (of course) spicy mint or cilantro chutney, as well as a sweeter, tangier tamarind sauce.  Anyway, I decided to finally make them a few days ago and they turned out pretty tasty, I think.  I have to say, though, I have a new appreciation for my mother's quick and efficient skills in the kitchen.  She'd make these things in no time at all, and I spent nearly four hours preparing my batch!

So, here's to you, Ma -- this is the first and last time I'll likely ever make these from scratch, but at least I've documented the experience and checked it off my bucket list.  Now for the deets...

I did change Lisa's recipe a little (because, let's face it...you know by now that I can never follow recipes exactly...), and the final details below reflect those changes.  Instead of using Panko or breadcrumbs to coat the patties, I rolled them in a plate of finely crushed cheddar and sour cream chips (!!). I also served the croquettes aside 2 sauces; the first was a creamy cilantro sauce (reminiscent of my mom's cilantro chutney, but a little different recipe), while the other was a yogurt-based dip reminiscent of tzatziki, but with cilantro and lime.  I served the delectable pan-fried salmon patties with a Southwestern-style salad packed with creamy avocados, succulent tomatoes, freshly boiled black beans (not from the can, y'all), and a healthy dose of lime, salt, cilantro, and crumbled queso fresco.  If you do try the recipe below, feel free to use instant potatoes and canned salmon to cut down on preparation time.  I made everything from scratch just to try it once (plus I found an incredible sale on salmon last week and had some extra fish leftover in my freezer!).  Bon appetit!



Salmon croquettes served with creamy cilantro and yogurt-based sauces, and
a refreshing Southwestern-style salad.


Ingredients:

-1 lb salmon fillet
-1/4 lb Yukon gold potatoes
-1 serrano (or your favorite) pepper
-red pepper flakes
-6 cloves of garlic
-1 onion
-3 limes
-1 large egg
-1 small bag of cheddar and sour cream (or your favorite) chips
-1 bunch cilantro
-1 cup yogurt
-salt/pepper to taste
-1-2 tbsp butter (to fry the patties)

Preparation:

Croquettes:

-Lightly season the salmon with salt and garlic (garlic often kills the 'fishy' smell if it's not the freshest batch in the seafood aisle) and bake in the oven for about 25-30 minutes at 400 degrees (*Note: Cook time will vary by oven)
-Remove salmon from oven after cooked completely and let cool.  After it has cooled, remove the skin on the back of the fillet.
-Boil potatoes on the stove until they seem soft enough to mash (*Note: Usually takes less time if you halve or quarter the potatoes), then drain and let potatoes cool.
-Mash the potatoes and salmon in a large mixing bowl (it's more fun to do it with your hands!) and season with salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, a handful of chopped cilantro, and the juice of one lime.
-Finely chop half an onion and four cloves of garlic, then sautee for 1-2 minutes until they begin to 'sweat.'
-Remove onions and garlic from stove and add to the salmon and potato mix, along with 1 large egg.
-Mix/mash thoroughly and form tennis ball sized spheres from the mixture.  Flatten the patties onto a separate plate.
-Coat the patties in the crushed chips and fry in a large pan, 3 minutes on each side.  Serve warm with 2 sauces (or your own concoction) described below.
*Note: Remember, you can store fried croquettes on a cookie sheet in the oven at 170 degrees, to keep your food warm.

Creamy Cilantro Sauce:
-Combine 1 bunch of washed cilantro (stems and all), two tablespoons yogurt, half an onion, 1 raw serrano (or your favorite) pepper (stem removed), the juice of one lime, a generous amount of salt, and a splash of water into a food processor.
-Pulverize the mixture until it becomes a creamy sauce.  Adjust seasonings as needed.

A Southwestern Tzatziki Sauce:
-Strain half a cup of yogurt into the sink or a large bowl using a cheese cloth (if you don't have cheese cloth, which I never do, then you can always use an old cotton rag or t-shirt, as long as it's clean).  Most of the liquid should drain within 10-20 minutes.
-Remove the strained yogurt from the cloth and pour into a small bowl.
-Add 2 cloves of FINELY chopped garlic, the squeeze of half a lime, 1 handful of chopped cilantro, and a generous amount of salt.
-Mix well and adjust seasonings as needed.





Monday, March 19, 2012

When life gets you down, put things in perspective...

Today's post only peripherally involves food.  Don't worry, I'll still provide a recipe by the end of this spiel, but this post mostly focuses on the importance of putting things in perspective.  And running.

I've had numerous people ask me why I run.  WHAT possesses you to get up every morning and run before work? WHY do you feel the need to put extra miles in on the weekends?  HOW do you motivate yourself to run these long distance races?  Or simply, WHY do you run?

I do it because running represents a microcosm of my life.  Most people think I'm crazy because I love training in hilly areas.  But to be honest, I absolutely crave the feeling of accomplishment after tackling a big one -- the pain, the blood, sweat, and tears that go into trudging up a mountain (or what appears to be a mountain 10 miles into a run, ha!), all well worth it when I get to the top.  Forgive me for being hokey, but when I run uphill, I picture my climb to represent adversity, life's deepest fears, the things we feel we'll never overcome.  Trust me, when you see a large hill in front of you during a race, your immediate thought probably isn't, "Let's do this shit!!"  It's more than likely something like, "Jesus, this is a big hill. Am I going to make it?  Everyone else is walking or stopping around me, maybe I should give myself a break, too."  That's all the negative talk your head, dictating what you can and cannot do.  All that negative talking can really limit your abilities, you know, if you really let it.  And while it's important to listen to your body and understand your limitations (I'm getting to that next), it's vital to be able to tell the difference between your mind trying to talk you down and your body giving you warning signs to play it cool.  If I decide that it's just negative banter in my head, I redirect my mind towards my only goal for the next 15 seconds to 5 minutes (yeah, some hills are big) -- climb to the top.  And don't stop.  I did try to stop once during a long distance race, actually.  I was at mile 11 of a half marathon in Austin, Texas and I was just plain exhausted from the heat.  I started to walk uphill, when I heard a guy on the sideline yell, "NO!  Don't walk! You can do this! Just run it!  You know you have it in you!" The guy was near screaming in my face, and boy did I listen to him.  "OKAYYYYYY," I yelled back and nodded my head vigorously.  I then ran up that hill with every fiber in my being, and suddenly, a second wind kicked in.  I conquered that hill, the one that I wasn't sure if I could climb.  The one I was sure I would walk up because I was just too damn tired.  I did it because someone encouraged me and I shut that negative talk away so I could see my path very clearly (I'm suddenly reminded of the Bad Idea Bears from Avenue Q).  And similarly, when I get to a point in my life when I feel like I just can't deal with what's in front of me (it's happened before, and it's bound to happen again), I know I can overcome.  As long as I know my clear path to the finish line, I just need to put things in perspective, shut down those Bad Idea Bears, and keep on keepin' on.  We can all do it.

Now, getting to knowing one's limitations.  Life is sometimes hard.  Life sometimes throws us curveballs.  Life never turns out the way we plan it to be, no matter how hard we try.  And what do we do when things don't go our way?  We figure out a new plan. We improvise.  We find a solution to the problem and move on, knowing that, even though life threw us off a little bit, we still have our loved ones around us.  Last Thursday (on my 28th birthday, no less), I woke up with a terrible cold and I panicked.  I had, just 48 hours earlier, purchased an entry ticket for the Atlanta Publix Half Marathon on Sunday.  I HAD to be at that race!  I decided to take action.  I would take ibuprofen three times a day, I would drug myself with pseudoephedrine twice a day. I'd make myself lemon, ginger, and honey tea and drink it every hour.  I'd keep myself hydrated and stay off my feet.  I was going to play this game right if I was going to make this race!  I went the entire weekend thinking I was going to make that race, guys.  I was super determined.  I even went out and bought myself energy gus, picked up my race packet, and signed up for a pace group.  I was NOT going to let a silly little rhinovirus get the best of me!  (*Note: 3 years ago, while working at the CDC Influenza Division, I was hit by, no less, the influenza virus 4 days before another long distance race.  Talk about bad luck!)  But, by Saturday evening, I began to realize the limitations of my own body.  I had been running on crazy adrenaline the last three days; or, maybe it was the 100+ fever talking, who knows.  Regardless, I finally understood that if I ran this race on Sunday morning, I would set back my recovery another week.  Plus, the temperatures were so high on Sunday that my fever probably would have spiked mid-race.  BUT I COULDN'T GIVE UP YET!  Perhaps there was a solution!  Perhaps I could take preemptive measures to drug myself and keep my fever down!  I decided to look for Runner's World articles and blogs on 'rules of thumb' for running races with a cold.  "So, if your symptoms are from the neck up, you're okay to run! That's me! Wait, except for fevers? And body aches?  Ah, nuts.  Maybe this other website will tell me otherwise." Yeah, that's what I was doing for about an hour.  Ridiculous.  This was the Bad Idea Bears started planting ideas in my head.  I eventually returned to reality, confirmed with a few friends (thanks, Katie and Helen) that if I ran the exact race course the following weekend by myself, I could still justify wearing my race shirt, and finally relaxed and gave up fighting my body the rest of the night.  :)

I slept soundly for the most part that night, but I kept having vivid dreams of waking up at 4 AM, feeling 100%, and deciding to run the race anyway at the last minute.  TWICE I had the same dream!  Anyway, to ameliorate these feelings of guilt and defeat, Joe and I cheered race participants on from the 20 mile marker the next day. I'd like to think our high fives and words of encouragement to "just push through that wall" helped at least a few people.  It was the least I could do to help out the running community of Atlanta, right? (Joe and I are both too familiar with that terrible, stubborn, lonely wall around miles 18-20.  It's a doosey to get through.)

That cheered me up a little, but I still felt a little glum.  Joe kept reminding me that if I had indeed run this race, I would have ended up like Allie (of Hyperbole and a Half).  [**Note: If you have not experienced the awesomeness that is Hyperbole and a Half, you MUST read this blog.  It is a fantastic time waster.  And hilarious.  You might be crying and falling out of your chair due to intense belly-aching laughs.]  To cheer me up, we decided to cook together a simple, yet hearty, chicken fiesta soup (similar to a chicken tortilla soup, but with potatoes added to it).  It was a fantastic meal, topped with an avocado and tomato pico de gallo and crushed tortilla chips.

Here's the recipe below...enjoy!

Ingredients:

-1 whole chicken, with skin
-1 pot full of water
-3 small tomatoes, or 2 large ones
-2 avocados
-1 large red onion
-2 handfuls of red potatoes
-1 cup corn
-1 cup black beans
-1 bunch of cilantro
-Salt/pepper to taste
-1 whole lime
-tortilla chips (as a topper)
-shredded cheddar cheese (as a topper)

Preparation:

Chicken broth:
-Place whole chicken, with skin, into a pot full of water with some salt, and heat until boiling.  Let simmer and continue to heat on low for about an hour.
*Note: You can also add things like carrots, celery, and bay leaves to the pot of water when making the broth.  We kept it simple, though.

Avocado and tomato pico de gallo:
-Dice 2 avocados, 2 small tomatoes (or 1 large tomato), and a fourth of a red onion into small cubes.
-Slice a handful of cilantro into the pico de gallo.
-Salt and pepper generously.
-Add the squeeze of about half a lime.
-Adjust seasonings as needed.

Chicken Fiesta Soup:
-In a pot full of chicken broth, add diced potatoes, 1 diced tomato, 3/4 diced onion, 1 cup of black beans (pre-washed), 1 cup of corn (pre-washed), half of a chicken (shredded), salt/pepper, and the squeeze of half a lime.
-Cook on high heat until boiling, then let simmer for 2+ hours.
-Remove from heat, ladle in a healthy serving of the chicken fiesta soup, and top with crushed tortilla chips, shredded cheddar cheese, and pico de gallo, if desired.
-ENJOY!


Monday, March 12, 2012

A Surprisingly Pleasant Visit to The Waffle House // Umami, Dearest

Alas, I return from another blog hiatus.  I hope you are ready for a blog-tastic time.  Err, um (oom)-tastic time. Ah, pun-tastic time.  Oh boy.  We all know how much I love cheesy puns and play on words.  (Feel free to roll your eyes at this point)

All right, did we get that all out of our system yet?  Okay!  Well, I have a lot to tell you all, folks.  In fact, too much to fit into one tiny post.  Regardless, I'll try to catch you all up on the juicy, delect-acular details (see what I mean??).

A SURPRISINGLY PLEASANT VISIT TO THE WAFFLE HOUSE

A few weeks ago, Joe and I went on a longer run with Sasha.  We took full advantage of the gorgeous weather and tackled a beautiful 9 mile route that we had carved out earlier in the day.  We were well aware, of course, that our stomachs would be begging for delicious, hearty meal and I generally like to plan my post-run meal ahead of time so I have something to look forward to.  "Where do you want to go for lunch today?  It has to be something DELICIOUS," I declare.  "Well, how about Waffle House?  We NEVER go to Waffle House," he replies.  GROAN.  WAFFLE HOUSE?!  I was skeptical.  (*Note: Joe has always wanted to visit the Waffle House Museum in Decatur, but unfortunately -- and maybe rather fortunately -- it is only open once a month.)  Anyway, I obliged and we headed to the nearest Waffle House after an invigorating jog in the sunshine together.  I ended up getting the pecan waffles with a side of bacon, while Joe ventured into the meaty entrees by ordering the fiesta omelet (which contained cheese, onions, tomatoes, and jalapenos).  I have to say, aside from the painstakingly slow service and the somewhat unclean kitchen floors, I was pleasantly surprised with our experience at the local Wa-Ho (as they call it here in Georgia).  Pecans were a perfect sweet and nutty addition to my waffles, which I topped with a thick slab of butter and a healthy dose of maple syrup.  Of course, one can never go wrong with a side of bacon, either.  Joe's fiesta omelet was a perfect, hearty post-run meal, packed with tons of protein.  So, while Waffle House was not my first choice in restaurants, it was a cheap way to re-energize after a long workout (I think our meal was a total of $15, and we got a TON of sides!).  Three cheers for Waffle House!

UMAMI, DEAREST

I read the most fascinating New York Times article a few days ago about the umami flavor.  As you'll recall, I've mentioned and described umami in some detail in a previous post, but this article highlights the most distinctive characteristics of the umami flavor and features them in a few fabulous recipes.  I plan on trying some of them over the next few weeks, but the miso butter seems particularly appealing (and the simplest) to me. I imagine the rich, nutty, salty flavors of the butter likely go well with just about anything, but I may try it with a medley of different types of mushrooms.  So, here's what I'm thinking -- a combination of shiitake, button, oyster, and enoki (or other) mushrooms sauteed in garlic, chives, and miso butter.  OR, a flaky fish, like tilapia or catfish, topped with miso butter, garlic, fresh ginger, and leeks, baked in a covered dish for 20-25 minutes.  I'll try these recipes (or others, if you all have suggestions) and report back the results.  Please do the same if you have any creative ideas or fantastic recipes in mind!  Something else that intrigued me on this page was the miso spice.  While it seems like it can be used as a topper or dry rub for various different dishes, the preparation of the spice appears to be somewhat onerous and time-consuming, so I may not try it after all.  Unless, of course, I happen to have 8 hours of spare time; but I may use that time to do other things, like eat foods involving miso butter!  (insert evil laugh)


My apologies for the silliness of this post.  I am in a silly mood, I'll be honest.  Tomorrow (or soon), I will post something about a trip I took to Houston a few weeks ago.  The entire weekend was a feast!