Sounds sinful doesn't it?
Well, it is. A. says it's so rich, every bite is like a slice of cheese.
I haven't finalized the recipe yet as I may have to figure out what mushroom works best and if the olives and capers do belong in the recipe. Maybe it will work better with fettucini than the thinner strands of linguine.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The philippine Adobo as Featured in the New York Times (05 Jan 11)
The Cheat: The Adobo Experiment
There are more than 7,100 islands in the Philippines, a nation slightly larger than the state of Arizona, and if you could devote your life to traveling through them asking questions about food, you would discover a different recipe for adobo on each one.
Food Stylist: Brian Preston-Campbell; Prop Stylist: Sarah Cave.
CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO SEE THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE.
It is the national dish, many Filipinos say: protein braised in vinegar until pungent and rich, sweet and sour and salty at once, sometimes crisped at the edges in high heat, always served with the remaining sauce. Its excellence derives from the balance of its flavors, in the alchemy of the process. Cooking softens the acidity of the vinegar, which then combines with the flavor of the meat to enhance it. Whether consumed in Manila’s heat or on the edge of a New York winter, adobo holds the power to change moods and alter dining habits.
It is a difficult dish to cook just once. For the adobo neophyte, there are always adjustments to be made to increase a diner’s pleasure in one direction or another — a touch more salt or sour, sweet or fire.
Until there is not. Then the recipe — your recipe — becomes set in stone.
As a result, there is great fun to be had in asking Filipinos how to make adobo, particularly when they are in groups. Filipino cooking is an evolutionary masterpiece, a cuisine that includes Chinese, Spanish, American and indigenous island influences, all rolled into one. But where for one Filipino the most important aspect of the dish is Spanish, for another it is Chinese, or both, or neither. (The journalist and food historian Raymond Sokolov has made the point that the ingredients for adobo were present in the Philippines before Magellan — only the name, which comes from a Spanish word for sauce, came later. “Lexical imperialism,” he called this process.)
Husbands argue with wives about adobo. Friends shoot each other dirty looks about the necessity of including coconut milk or soy sauce in the recipe. There are disputations over the kind of vinegar to use, over the use of sugar, over the inclusion of garlic and how much of it. Some use chicken exclusively in the dish, others pork, some a combination of the two.
Some serve the dish as a stew. There are those who call for broiling the meat at the end, to caramelize it and provide a crisp texture alongside the sauce. Others advocate pan-frying. Some demand deep-frying. Or grilling.
“No two people in the same house will cook adobo the same way,” said Amy Besa, who runs, with her husband, Romy Dorotan, the excellent Purple Yam restaurant in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn. At Purple Yam, she said, Dorotan makes chicken adobo with a sauce that combines vinegar and coconut milk with soy sauce, garlic and fiery little Thai chilies.
Left to her own devices, Besa added, she and other purists would not use the soy sauce. In Manila, she said, you would find people turning up their noses at the coconut milk. “You can make adobos in many, many ways,” she said. “But the dish must be based in vinegar. You cannot make adobo without it.”
Jose Antonio Vargas, a Filipino journalist who writes about technology and digital culture for The Huffington Post, said his adobo recipe combines chicken and pork, which he marinates overnight in a mixture of vinegar, soy sauce and garlic. “Sometimes I even add brown sugar,” he said, “depending on who I’m cooking it for.” (Not Besa: “I rail against sugar,” she said. “If it becomes too dominant, then the dish becomes a Chinese sweet and sour.”)
This week’s recipe is derived from the adobo served at Purple Yam. It is a dish Dorotan developed at Cendrillon, a restaurant he and Besa owned and ran together in SoHo until 2009. (A version of it appeared in their 2006 cookbook, “Memories of Philippine Kitchens.”) There is soy sauce in it, and the coconut milk that is common to the southern part of Luzon, the island from which Dorotan hails.
As the mixture cooks, the rice vinegar turns mellow, and the sauce thickens in the heat. There are notes of garlic and bay, of chicken fat and chili fire, coconut sweetness and the nutty saltiness of soy. The combination is ridiculous: a dark and creamy flavor that covers the chicken in silk.
Care should be taken in the assembly of the ingredients. If you can manage to secure Filipino coconut sap vinegar, that would be best, though good-quality rice vinegar from the supermarket will yield excellent results as well, and white wine or even cider vinegar will do in a pinch. (Coconut sap vinegar is available in specialty markets and, as always, online.) A fresh bottle of soy sauce on the lighter end of the taste spectrum would also not be in error, rather than something from that dusty bottle in the back of the larder.
Combine these with your chicken thighs (best-quality again, please), a ton of garlic and chilies, bay leaves and pepper. Allow the marinade to do its work. Then place the mixture in a heavy pot, bring to a simmer, and cook for around a half-hour, until the chicken is tender. Remove the chicken and allow the sauce to reduce. (Really, that’s it.)
At Purple Yam, Dorotan finishes the process by tossing the chicken into a deep-fryer, to crisp and to caramelize it at once. Then he returns the pieces to a reduced version of the sauce and serves the dish in a small clay pot, where it bubbles and steams enticingly. For the home cook, however, some time under the broiler will achieve much the same effect.
Serve with white rice and some steamed or sautéed greens.
Now taste what you have. Next time you may wish to increase the amount of vinegar or soy sauce in the marinade, or reduce it a little or a lot. You may wish to add more chilies or even Vargas’s crazy brown sugar. You may wish to have less coconut milk, or none at all. You may wish to have more.
This is adobo. Every man an island.
It is a difficult dish to cook just once. For the adobo neophyte, there are always adjustments to be made to increase a diner’s pleasure in one direction or another — a touch more salt or sour, sweet or fire.
Until there is not. Then the recipe — your recipe — becomes set in stone.
As a result, there is great fun to be had in asking Filipinos how to make adobo, particularly when they are in groups. Filipino cooking is an evolutionary masterpiece, a cuisine that includes Chinese, Spanish, American and indigenous island influences, all rolled into one. But where for one Filipino the most important aspect of the dish is Spanish, for another it is Chinese, or both, or neither. (The journalist and food historian Raymond Sokolov has made the point that the ingredients for adobo were present in the Philippines before Magellan — only the name, which comes from a Spanish word for sauce, came later. “Lexical imperialism,” he called this process.)
Husbands argue with wives about adobo. Friends shoot each other dirty looks about the necessity of including coconut milk or soy sauce in the recipe. There are disputations over the kind of vinegar to use, over the use of sugar, over the inclusion of garlic and how much of it. Some use chicken exclusively in the dish, others pork, some a combination of the two.
Some serve the dish as a stew. There are those who call for broiling the meat at the end, to caramelize it and provide a crisp texture alongside the sauce. Others advocate pan-frying. Some demand deep-frying. Or grilling.
“No two people in the same house will cook adobo the same way,” said Amy Besa, who runs, with her husband, Romy Dorotan, the excellent Purple Yam restaurant in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn. At Purple Yam, she said, Dorotan makes chicken adobo with a sauce that combines vinegar and coconut milk with soy sauce, garlic and fiery little Thai chilies.
Left to her own devices, Besa added, she and other purists would not use the soy sauce. In Manila, she said, you would find people turning up their noses at the coconut milk. “You can make adobos in many, many ways,” she said. “But the dish must be based in vinegar. You cannot make adobo without it.”
Jose Antonio Vargas, a Filipino journalist who writes about technology and digital culture for The Huffington Post, said his adobo recipe combines chicken and pork, which he marinates overnight in a mixture of vinegar, soy sauce and garlic. “Sometimes I even add brown sugar,” he said, “depending on who I’m cooking it for.” (Not Besa: “I rail against sugar,” she said. “If it becomes too dominant, then the dish becomes a Chinese sweet and sour.”)
This week’s recipe is derived from the adobo served at Purple Yam. It is a dish Dorotan developed at Cendrillon, a restaurant he and Besa owned and ran together in SoHo until 2009. (A version of it appeared in their 2006 cookbook, “Memories of Philippine Kitchens.”) There is soy sauce in it, and the coconut milk that is common to the southern part of Luzon, the island from which Dorotan hails.
As the mixture cooks, the rice vinegar turns mellow, and the sauce thickens in the heat. There are notes of garlic and bay, of chicken fat and chili fire, coconut sweetness and the nutty saltiness of soy. The combination is ridiculous: a dark and creamy flavor that covers the chicken in silk.
Care should be taken in the assembly of the ingredients. If you can manage to secure Filipino coconut sap vinegar, that would be best, though good-quality rice vinegar from the supermarket will yield excellent results as well, and white wine or even cider vinegar will do in a pinch. (Coconut sap vinegar is available in specialty markets and, as always, online.) A fresh bottle of soy sauce on the lighter end of the taste spectrum would also not be in error, rather than something from that dusty bottle in the back of the larder.
Combine these with your chicken thighs (best-quality again, please), a ton of garlic and chilies, bay leaves and pepper. Allow the marinade to do its work. Then place the mixture in a heavy pot, bring to a simmer, and cook for around a half-hour, until the chicken is tender. Remove the chicken and allow the sauce to reduce. (Really, that’s it.)
At Purple Yam, Dorotan finishes the process by tossing the chicken into a deep-fryer, to crisp and to caramelize it at once. Then he returns the pieces to a reduced version of the sauce and serves the dish in a small clay pot, where it bubbles and steams enticingly. For the home cook, however, some time under the broiler will achieve much the same effect.
Serve with white rice and some steamed or sautéed greens.
Now taste what you have. Next time you may wish to increase the amount of vinegar or soy sauce in the marinade, or reduce it a little or a lot. You may wish to add more chilies or even Vargas’s crazy brown sugar. You may wish to have less coconut milk, or none at all. You may wish to have more.
This is adobo. Every man an island.
A version of this article appeared in print on January 9, 2011, on page MM22 of the Sunday Magazine.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Batanes Food Trip- Part 1
As per usual, A. and I didn't get any sleep prior to our New Year trip. As of 3 PM, I was still working on a sample script while A. was checking scripts. We had one hour to pack, get dressed and call a cab. All work duties submitted, all familial duties fulfilled, we rushed to the airport for a very quiet New Year in Batanes,
Our first meal in Batanes was technically the breakfast they served us upon check-in at the DDD Habitat, a relatively new and modest inn near in the periphery of idyllic Basco. But since we were served the standard "silog" breakfast platter, it doesn't count.
Before leaving for the afternoon tour, we had a simple meal of sinigang na baboy...
Pako (fern) salad...
and sizzling Dibang (flying fish)...
which looks like this before it hit the frying pan---
Starting the meal with the hot and sour sinigang soup was very welcome as the chill of Taiwan winter crept its way down to my bones. The Pako salad, which is very hard to come by in Manila, was refreshing because the meaty fern was soaked in organic sugarcane vinegar and topped with chopped native tomatoes and red onion. it was also a good match for the flying fish, which had a piquant hint of the sea hidden in its dense flesh.
This meal had us ready for the afternoon ahead- scaling hills and doing the rounds of all the pretty places you wish you grew up in.
It was there that I tasted the yellow rice, colored and flavored with turmeric (and traditionally sprinkled with limestone to give the grains more luster)...
Upon the recommendation of the attending staff, we paired this with Uved balls, the fried variety. According to Mang Jun, home-cooked uved are not really made into balls, just sauteed. But some locals will make it into balls and steam it. I know some people might think they look like animal dung, but it's really made of banana ubod (banana tree palm), minced pork and pork blood (which gives it the earthy color).
We were also served an Ivatan salad platter, which was mainly a mix of uncooked and blanched fresh vegetables served with bagoong (shrimp paste).
We also had the Lunyis or Ivatan version of pork adobo. This is a dry kind of adobo where only salt is used and the meat pieces are fried in its own lard.
We were also served the Mixed Seafood, which was like a creamy version of pinakbet.
On our first day, it was obvious that the people of Batanes have a culture of self-sustenance and that its people take pride in that. I do hope that this doesn't change once more tourists discover the beauty of this volcanic group of islands.
Our first meal in Batanes was technically the breakfast they served us upon check-in at the DDD Habitat, a relatively new and modest inn near in the periphery of idyllic Basco. But since we were served the standard "silog" breakfast platter, it doesn't count.
Before leaving for the afternoon tour, we had a simple meal of sinigang na baboy...
Pako (fern) salad...
and sizzling Dibang (flying fish)...
which looks like this before it hit the frying pan---
Starting the meal with the hot and sour sinigang soup was very welcome as the chill of Taiwan winter crept its way down to my bones. The Pako salad, which is very hard to come by in Manila, was refreshing because the meaty fern was soaked in organic sugarcane vinegar and topped with chopped native tomatoes and red onion. it was also a good match for the flying fish, which had a piquant hint of the sea hidden in its dense flesh.
This meal had us ready for the afternoon ahead- scaling hills and doing the rounds of all the pretty places you wish you grew up in.
By the end of the day we were pretty tired and ready for another Batanes meal. We were taken by our kindly guide, Manong Jun, to Pension Ivatan, one of the older inns which prides itself in being the "home of Ivatan cuisine." Meals had to be pre-ordered as it was the low season and the kitchen staff had to be advised to purchase the ingredients.
It was there that I tasted the yellow rice, colored and flavored with turmeric (and traditionally sprinkled with limestone to give the grains more luster)...
Upon the recommendation of the attending staff, we paired this with Uved balls, the fried variety. According to Mang Jun, home-cooked uved are not really made into balls, just sauteed. But some locals will make it into balls and steam it. I know some people might think they look like animal dung, but it's really made of banana ubod (banana tree palm), minced pork and pork blood (which gives it the earthy color).
We were also served an Ivatan salad platter, which was mainly a mix of uncooked and blanched fresh vegetables served with bagoong (shrimp paste).
We also had the Lunyis or Ivatan version of pork adobo. This is a dry kind of adobo where only salt is used and the meat pieces are fried in its own lard.
We were also served the Mixed Seafood, which was like a creamy version of pinakbet.
On our first day, it was obvious that the people of Batanes have a culture of self-sustenance and that its people take pride in that. I do hope that this doesn't change once more tourists discover the beauty of this volcanic group of islands.
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Homemade Pork & Beans and the Joy of Eating My Family's Cooking
Yesterday, I learned that my father finally shared his Arroz Valenciana recipe with my brother Angelo.
The bright yellow sticky dish made of sticky rice is one of his most guarded recipes. He will show us how to make it but never discussing measures and cooking procedures. The Arroz Valenciana you see below was made by my brother under my father's guidance. It's a sign that he trusts my brother in the kitchen and that makes me proud of Angelo.
Cooking is a traditional art form for my family, though there are no professional cooks in ours. We just take our food seriously.
My father is the master visionary, his cooking style set and his kitchen requiring a workshop-like set-up. He requires only to smell to determine the ingredients of a dish set before him. In his tattered shirt and house shorts, he will peel, slice, grate and grind each piece of ingredient to perfection. Once he is ready, he sets the fire and his favorite wok in place. Using only the aroma of a dish to guide him,
he adds one ingredient after the other. His aging hands deftly stirring the dish as the aroma changes, becomes richer and turns into perfection ready to be served.With him, there are no short cuts and no excuses.
| Papa's Crabs with Garlic, Chilies and Oyster Sauce |
My mother is the skilled artisan. Often under appreciated but always prolific. My best home-cooked recipes come from her. She is the creative kusinera, making do with what is available in the kitchen but never letting you know it. Her soups are what I miss the most every time I get sick. Her ingredients are common and her style is steeped in home-cooked tradition. Her food always fills the stomach and the heart.
Angelo is the one who wants to make a living out of cooking. As a young kid he's had many interests- RPG, basketball, swimming and opera singing (at seven he was a fan of Luciano Pavarotti). Once he hit his teen years, he became interested in girls and cooking. We all thought that he would eventually lose interest in both. But apparently he still hasn't. He remains the messiest kitchen user but the most natural one. it is always a joy to experience something new and weird with him. I hope he becomes an internationally known chef who will gift his supportive ate (older sister) with an Italian villa in the Lake Como neighborhood one day.
| Mama's classic Macaroi salad |
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| Lifted from Gina Tynan;s pinterest board, originally from Google.com |
PATA AND BEANS
Ingredients:
- 8 cups water
- 400 grams white kidney beans, soaked overnight
- 0.800 kg, pork hocks or pata (around 4-5 pieces)
- 1 kg fresh native tomatoes (or 1 can whole peeled, stewed tomatoes)
- 250 ml. tomato paste
- 1/3 cup celery stalks, cut into 1/4 inch pieces
- 1 pc. carrot, peeled and cut into 1/4 inch thick circles
- 3 pcs. onions, finely chopped
- 1 clove garlic, peeled, finely chopped
- 1 tsp. ground oregano
- 1 tsp. dried, crushed basil
- 1 tsp. dried, crushed thyme
- 1/2 cup honey
- 2 tbsp. muscovado (brown) sugar
- 1/2 cup light Japanese soy sauce
- 1 tablespoon crushed peppercorn
HOW TO MAKE:
Soak the beans overnight, drain and boil in 4 cups of water for 4 hours.
Parboil the tomatoes. Then peel, seed and set aside.
Prepare everything once you have been boiling the beans for 2 1/2 hours.
On the third hour of boiling the beans, add in the onions, garlic, celery, carrots and pata. Once the dish comes to a boil, add the tomatoes and tomato paste. As much as possible, use tomato paste as it is sweeter. I also use pata because the boiled cartilege surrounding the bone helos create a jelly-like texture that won't be present if you use other cuts.
Add in water from time to time, making sure that the pata and the beans are submerged in water all the time.
Mix and let it simmer for about 45 minutes or as long as the pork hocks have reached the level of tenderness you want (mine is usually from 45 minutes to one hour and fifteen minutes).
Mix in all the remaining ingredients and let it the dish simmer for another 15 minutes.
Let it cool for about 5 minutes before serving. Serves 6-8 people who are not terribly hungry.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
On TED TALKS- An 11-year old kid talks about what's wrong with our food
This kid can make you feel guilty about the food you're eating but he's got a point.
His profile from the TED TALKS website:
11-year-old Birke Baehr presents his take on a major source of our food -- far-away and less-than-picturesque industrial farms. Keeping farms out of sight promotes a rosy, unreal picture of big-box agriculture, he argues, as he outlines the case to green and localize food production.
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| Click on the photo to go to the website |
His profile from the TED TALKS website:
11-year-old Birke Baehr presents his take on a major source of our food -- far-away and less-than-picturesque industrial farms. Keeping farms out of sight promotes a rosy, unreal picture of big-box agriculture, he argues, as he outlines the case to green and localize food production.
Bonchon Chicken at the Ayala Triangle Gardens
When A. and I stepped into the Ayala Triangle compound, I had no idea that I was looking for this non-descript chicken joint with a signage that looks like it belongs to a bank. The BonChon Chicken was recommended to me by co-workers and fellow foodies V. and R.
The modest space seats about a dozen or so tables and when we got there on a Saturday afternoon, half the place was occupied. Upon the recommendation of the service staff, I ordered the Chicken Combo with chicken wings and drumsticks, the ginger and tofu salad, rice and two cokes.
While we waited for our food, I took the time to snap a few photos of the Ayala Triangle Gardens, a haven for me in my corporate work years. This was where I snuck off to whenever needed a quiet moment to absorb of all the figures and strategies trapped in my head. The trees and quiet provided the perfect respite from the concrete high rise cages of the country's central business district.
| The view from the restaurant |
The trees now share space with metal sculptures by National Artist Arturo Luz, and the quiet has been replaced by the steadt murmur of pedestrians milling around looking for a place to eat.
This Christmas season, at night the spectacular view is even made more breathtaking with the Symphony of Parols, a lights and sound show designed by Voltaire de Jesus. Here's a link to one of the YouTube uploads of the said show.
After my moment of corporate recollection, the food arrived.
And we dug in to the small chicken pieces and the rice. After a few bites, we decided to get rid of the spoons and forks and as we say, galit galit na (ignore the company so you can focus on the food).
The chicken skin was crispy and moderately flavored with garlic and soy while the meat was tender. Since our taste buds tend to favor salty flavors, we felt it could still kick up the soy flavor a notch but just the same, it got our nod of approval.
The salad was nothing exceptional but we realized we came here for the chicken, anyway.
It was tempting to ask for more rice, but we decided we'd come back to check out the Hot & Spicy chicken combo next time.
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