Grains of Truth

April 16, 2010

I’ve been spending a lot of time lately trying to be good, and this hasn’t been easy.

Life recently has been metaphysically challenging, sometimes inept, often unfair, and frequently M*A*S*H-like, in that Baghdad Bob-no-bombs-are-falling-on-my-city kind of way, even as the Iraqi night sky was lit up with explosions and the ground shook beneath The Information Minister’s feet.

Anyway, at times like these, I tend—like most of us do—to favor comfort foods, which isn’t exactly a great idea. Because when you’re as stressed out as I’ve been lately, your body starts to react in weird ways; you get sick, you get tired, you get sick and tired, or worse. And eating badly when you’re sick is just not a good idea, for too many reasons to get into here. That said, I don’t at all advocate going down the health-food, tastes-like-plywood, lentil-nut-loaf route either. There has to be a happy medium that doesn’t involve steamed millet or braised pork belly, and I think I might have found it.

Back in December, when my doctor announced that I really needed to eat more grains, I just laughed. Beyond quinoa–which I’ve always loved—the idea of eating grains conjured up images of the contents of my backyard bird feeder. I don’t care how nutty and toasty and wonderful I try to convince myself they are, it’s always been hard for me to warm up to grains unless I add a lot of other ingredients to them. Like pancetta. Or softened chevre.

Or varnishkes.

Even the recent healthy eating convert, Mark Bittman, in his book Food Matters, talks about getting more grains into his diet. In nearly the same breath, he also talks about the possibility of adding bits of meat to them, which sort of says a lot for a guy who’s a vegan until dinner.

But nevertheless, there is something that calls to me from the world of grains, and I’m not entirely sure what it is. For one thing, I confess to finding a bowl of properly prepared barley with maybe a bit of parsley and a touch of butter seriously comforting. Am I also drawn to them because they’re ancient—and because hungry comfort food seekers have been eating grains for eons? Is it the fact that eating them makes me feel holier than thou? Or is it because, in the broad scheme of things, they can be pretty cheap, they can be frozen if necessary, and they can add texture to virtually any vegetable dish? Yes. Definitely. All of the above. So why are many people so resistant to them? Because, unless you take great care with them during the cooking process, they can end up having the consistency of small pebbles. And not as in the Flintstones pebbles. They can also be bland and pasty if overcooked (see necessity of pork, above). Generally speaking, grains are also not universally easy to cook; they all differ in need, and require some form of presence, meaning that you shouldn’t really stray too far when you’ve put them on the stove.

I had an odd grain craving the other night (who ever actually craves grains beyond their grandmother’s kasha varnishkes?) but I didn’t want just any grain dish, or grain salad; I wanted a combination of grains, and I actually gave some consideration to the fact of flavor, texture, and color. Barley would be the base, and to it, I decided I’d add some farro, mainly because I only had about half a cup of it left in my grain cabinet. They cook differently, so I prepared them in two separate pots, simultaneously: the farro, which is a chief staple in La Cucina Povera, was cooked slowly, in a small skillet, with a little bit of oil and the steady addition of water, the way I’d make risotto. The barley was prepared according to Deborah Madison‘s instructions in Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone: 3 cups of water to 1 cup of barley, and boiled, more or less like rice. The result was the most unbarley-like barley that I’ve ever had: the grains swelled up to the size of small pillows, were light, fluffy, and the perfect foil for the farro, which remained toothsome, tender, and nutty. Once the grains cooled to room temperature, I mixed them together and tossed them with lightly sauteed vegetables, parsley, and peels of a delicious sheep’s milk cheese . We could have had them as is, but Susan made a simple vinaigrette, with a few dribbles of fresh Meyer lemon juice.

Almost anything goes where grains are concerned; you easily can add some pork, or some cubed, firm tofu; you can steam or saute spinach and toss them together with the grains, for a mess of a delicious dish. You can add dried fruit and nuts to them, or you can turn them into a gratin by adding some cheese, folding it all into a baking dish, and putting it in the oven. But whatever you do to them, grains may never take the place of mac and cheese, or a bowl of my bubbie’s chicken soup: that said, they’re still some of the cheapest comfort around.

Farro and Barley with Asparagus, Sweet Pepper, and Manchego

Toss it with a vinaigrette, and this kaleidoscope of color, texture, and flavor becomes a salad; add a bit of meat–leftover ham or pork–and it becomes a substantial meal; omit the Manchego, and it becomes vegan. Whatever you do to this colorful bowl of reasonably healthy comfort, it’s satisfying, and a great light dinner or lunch that travels well. This recipe leaves an overage of un-dressed, residual grains; save that in the fridge in an airtight container, to toss with leftover vegetables during the week.

Serves 4

2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, divided

1/2 cup farro

4 cups water, separated (3 for the barley)

1 cup pearl barley

salt and pepper, to taste

1/2 pound asparagus, trimmed and sliced into 1 inch lengths

1 shallot, peeled and minced

1 small red bell pepper, cored and chopped

1 small green bell pepper, cored and chopped

1 small yellow bell pepper, cored and chopped

1/4 cup chopped Italian parsley

Manchego, or other sheep’s milk cheese, for grating

1. In a small saute pan set over medium heat, warm one tablespoon of olive oil until it shimmers. Add the farro, and gently toss it, coating all the grains with the oil. Add one cup water one quarter cup at a time, stirring the farro constantly, until the farro is tender but still slightly toothsome.

2. Place the barley in a medium sauce pan set over medium high heat, add the remaining three cups of water, bring to a boil, add salt and pepper to taste, cover, and simmer for approximately 35 minutes, until the barley is tender. Drain the grains in a colander, shaking off any residual water, fluff with fork, and let cool.

3. Meanwhile in a large saute pan set over medium heat, warm the remaining tablespoon of oil until it shimmers. Add the asparagus, and saute until it begins to turn bright green, and then add the shallot. Cook for approximately six minutes, until the asparagus begin to grow tender. Add the peppers, toss well, and saute for another six minutes, until soft.

4. Fold two cups of the grain mixture together in the same pan with the vegetables, and toss to combine well. Add the parsley, fluff the grains with a fork, and spoon into warm bowls. Top each with a shaving of fresh Manchego.

I spent last Saturday walking around Forest Hills, my hometown; I hadn’t been back for thirty years. On my way out of town, we drove over to my grade school, which I hadn’t visited since 1975. Tucked back from the noise and traffic of Queens, it’s a lovely little jewel box; the visit made me think of all the people I knew there, and those I’ve lost touch with.

But one person I have recently been back in touch with is Laurie Acar Levi; one of my oldest schoolmates, we met in kindergarten and went straight through grade school, middle school, high school, and, as it turns out, college, together. Laurie was one of those people who was just far too cool for the likes of me, so when we found each other on Facebook, I was delighted. I was also surprised: ever the cool kid, Laurie now lives in one of my favorite cities on earth—Istanbul—with her husband and sons.

I remembered the breakfasts that I ate back in 1999, when I visited Istanbul with my cousins; there were plates of cheese, small bowls of olives, yogurt, honey, fruit, and strong tea. The food was beautiful, bright, and unfettered; everything that real eastern Mediterranean food is. Recently, I asked Laurie about breakfast; here’s what she had to say.

Laurie and her boys, in Istanbul

Breakfast, they say, is the most important meal of the day.  For some, this meal evokes such profound memories that the mere thought of homemade waffles, frying bacon or percolated coffee can coax a tear.  As the only child of working parents, the breakfast of my childhood was strictly a matter of convenience; cold cereal during the week and perhaps French toast or scrambled eggs on the weekend.  My parents, true to their European heritages, preferred cheese for breakfast.  My father’s weekly outings to the gourmet food store remain vivid in my mind, but the resulting purchase never materialized into anything more interesting than a slice of toast with a smear of butter and a couple of slices of cheese.  Not terribly important in either the nutritional or emotional scheme of things.

Fast forward and the aforementioned Fruit Loop junkie is living in Istanbul, where food is serious business (and waffles, assembled with your choice of toppings, are sold on the street as a snack).  Anyone who’s ever ventured to Turkey knows that Turkish cuisine is famous for tables laden with various plates of colorful appetizers, known as meze.  Less renowned perhaps, but equally crowded, is the Turkish breakfast table.

The typical Turkish breakfast begins with a basket of soft and crusty fresh bread accompanied by simit, a sesame-encrusted cross between a bagel and a pretzel that many a Turk will claim is the forefather of either or both.  Spread around the table will be small plates (usually rectangular) each of: fresh tomato wedges, generally peeled and baby cucumber spears, generally not entirely peeled and thus provocatively striped.  Breakfast in Turkey without olives just isn’t breakfast; always present are the slightly wrinkled black variety and sometimes the green as well.  Next comes a healthy portion of white cheese (closest, my father claims, to the Bulgarian feta available in NY’s gourmet food stores), which is fairly dense, and often sliced into wedges. All of the above items may be adorned by a combination of oregano, red pepper flakes and/or drizzle of olive oil.  A second variety of cheese, ka§ar, is so versatile that it can range, depending on its age, from sharp and peppery, like Parmigiano, to mild and buttery, like American cheese.

Savory? Check!

But it’s not over yet, as the Turkish breakfast table invariably offers equal time for the sweet tooth.  Alongside the salty stuff, you’ll find at least one variety of jam, most likely sour cherry, honey (often on the honey comb) and kaymakKaymak is the crème de la crème, Turkey’s version of clotted cream; this is the stuff of which heart attacks are made.  It’s also the critical ingredient that makes outrageously sweet Turkish desserts tolerable for those over the age of 12.  At breakfast, its color and flavor provide a compelling balance to the brightness of the jam and the sweetness of the honey.

Finally, strong Turkish tea, or çay, makes its first appearance at the breakfast table and continues all day long, served in a delicate and shapely thin glass vessel.

Afiyet olsun.

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