Showing posts with label pastry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pastry. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

PERSONAL BAGGAGE

I’ve always puzzled over the name of this dish: pastel de maleta. Pastel, in Spanish, means pie, and maleta, in various Spanish-speaking countries means suitcase. So this preparation’s name translates very literally into suitcase pie. It sounds more like a Shel Silverstein poem than something you eat, but there you have it. Suitcase pie is a savory jelly roll, a butter and lard-based crust stuffed with minced pork, raisins, capers, and hardboiled eggs – a filling not-too distantly related to empanadas of various Latin American countries.

Curious about other meanings of maleta, I went to my trusty diccionario de la lengua española (the Spanish version of the OED) and among the definitions I found were: backpack (in Cuba), a hunchback (also in Cuba), not having a clear sense of what one is doing (in Argentina and Uruguay), a person’s back (in Peru), sickness, person who performs a certain task with ineptitude, an untalented bullfighter, an evil person (in Guatemala), to be in a foul mood (in Chile).

I think you’ll agree with me that none of these make any sense, so we’ll stick to the Nica nonsense and keep referring to it as suitcase pie. Here are my two cents about it: Maybe since it’s a neat little package people used to put it in their suitcases when they traveled.

Aside from wondering where its name originates, I wanted to make pastel de maleta because I haven’t eaten it in at least twenty years, but the memory of it lingers. I have some several-times-removed aunts that own a bakery in Granada, the town my family is from, called El Condor. It is from this well-respected institution that the pastel I remember is from. I lust after their recipe, but it’s one of those top-secret, classified ones, and I may never come to possess it.

I had to make do with this version, which although didn’t attain Condoresque perfection, yielded very satisfactory results.

PASTEL DE MALETA
Adapted and translated from 50 años en la cocina by Angélica de Vivas

*(Please note that I have translated this verbatim and therefore may sound funny. I added notes in parentheses where I found necessary).

Crust:

2 C. all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
2 tsp. granulated sugar
¼ C. butter (½ stick)
¼ C. lard
1 egg
Orange juice (to bind)

Combine and mix dry ingredients; incorporate the lard and butter, in the usual manner, till it’s divided into small particles; add the egg, mixing well; add orange juice as needed; extend dough on a floured surface, in a rectangular shape, ¼” – thick.*
(For those unused to “the usual manner”: whisk together the dry ingredients, then cut in cold butter and cold lard. You may use a pastry cutter or two knives for this purpose. Once the butter/flour/lard resembles small peas, add the egg and mix. Add the orange juice a teaspoon at a time to avoid over-moistening the dough. I would suggest rolling the dough into a ball, wrapping it plastic wrap, and allowing it to rest in the refrigerator about 30 minutes prior to rolling out).

Filling:

1 ½ lbs. pork butt
1 onion, in quarters
1 green bell pepper, in pieces
4 garlic cloves
salt + pepper
1/3 C. butter
1 large onion, minced
1 large red bell pepper, minced
3 eggs, hard-boiled and chopped
1/3 C. raisins
1/3 C. capers
2 TBSP. Worcestershire sauce
1 TBSP. granulated sugar
¼ tsp. freshly grated nutmeg
salt, pepper, and chile to taste (I used sriracha in place of “chile”)

Boil the pork butt together with the 5 following ingredients (onion, green bell pepper, garlic cloves, salt & pepper); when it becomes soft, remove it and process it; strain and reserve the broth.



Melt the butter and fry in it the minced onion, the red bell pepper and the pork, for 5 minutes; add the remaining ingredients and mix well; add a bit of the reserved broth, if it’s drying out on you.


Spread the filling over the extended dough and roll it up like a “brazo gitano” (she means a jelly roll – we call a jelly roll a “gypsy arm.” Whoever came up with that one had quite the macabre imagination). Fold the ends inwards and seal them with a little bit of water; place it on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and varnish it (the roll) with 1 egg yolk beaten with 1 tsp. water; bake it at 350˚F, for about 1 hour.




It may be eaten hot, or at room temperature. (For 12 people).
(I suggest eating it at room temperature – it tastes so much better.)

Monday, April 14, 2008

ROCK'N'RIESLING

It’s still cold around these parts, although yesterday I did see a few shy buds on a scrawny tree; a glimmer of hope that spring may actually arrive in the next few weeks. The weather being what it is, stewed and braised dishes are still acceptable, in my opinion. I made beer stew a few days ago and last night I gave coq au Riesling – or a version of it – a go. I’ve taken quite a liking to Riesling, and if it can be cooked up, all the better. The resulting dish was delightful and although stews and their immediate family conjure up drifts of snow and cozy fireplaces, the leeks and white sauce put a spring in this dish’s step.

In French Regional Cooking Anne Willan takes a whole chicken and cuts it up into eight pieces, browns them, flambés with a bit of cognac, adds Riesling, and cooks. Cream and an egg yolk (for thickening) are added to the pot at the end to make a sauce, and mushrooms are the only vegetable present in the recipe.
Gourmet published a chicken in Riesling recipe in March of this year and their version includes leeks, carrots, and potatoes. I opted for this garniture and added peas as well; perhaps not entirely traditional, but so finger lickin’ good that The Mister and I wound up using spoons to avoid wasting even a single drop of the sauce. It was so good it should be served as soup!


As usual, there were leftovers (if you’re planning on eating leftovers, by the by, forego finishing sauces with an egg yolk, because when you reheat and bring up to a boil, the egg will curdle and you’ll have something more akin to egg drop soup than satiny sauce) and I had a genius idea: chicken pot pie! I would shred the leftover chicken, mix it with the vegetables and sauce, cover it with a crust and bake.

I was giving myself a mental high five for being so resourceful until I started rolling out the dough. What a mess. I had a bag of organic whole grain pastry flour and thought, hey, now would be the ideal occasion for you to test it. I’ve only ever worked with all-purpose, whole wheat, and cake flour, but the bag said that this flour was specifically for pastry, that it would be “perfect for flaky and delicate pastries and cakes,” so there was no reason for me to be apprehensive about using it.

I made the dough in the usual manner for a 9" mold – 200 g. flour, 100 g. butter, 2 egg, and a few teaspoons of water. I wrapped it up, let it rest in the fridge, and then took out the rolling pin. That’s when disaster struck. The dough was cracking and refused to extend in that lovely, smooth way that I’m accustomed to. I wound up scraping it off the counter with a spatula and cobbling it back together on top of the chicken filling. I was angry and ashamed. I’ve made dozens of pie crusts and none of them have ever been this unfit to be seen. Into the oven the pie went anyway.

Things are not looking good.

About a half hour later Frankenpie was ready.

And what a sorry sight he was.

Regardless, I served him up and was, surprisingly, very pleased. This organic, whole grain flour yielded a crust that crumbled like no ordinary flour. Raw, the flour looks a lot like sand, and in pastry form those little grains shatter and crunch gloriously. The whole grain gave it a deeply satisfying, robust, nutty flavor. I guess I’ll make more crusts with this four (Arrowhead Mills) but will stick with the recipe on the back of the bag, which instructs the baker to press the dough right into the pan rather than rolling it out.

Whole grain pastry flour vs bleached all-purpose.

Monday, October 8, 2007

AN APPLE A DAY

I made an apple tart on Thursday and I felt a whole lot better about everything. Apple tarts are very soothing. They should change that well-known saying to "An apple tart a day keeps the doctor way." Also, I’ve been interning at a catering company and worked my first event on Saturday night – all went smoothly and I have thus regained some confidence. Perfect timing, too, as I was swimming much too close to the deep end.

In other news, some of my classmates’ true colors have begun to shine through and they are not very flattering hues. Stereotypical tempestuous chefs in the making! Beware! Part of today’s assignment was to make fresh noodles certain pasta machines weren’t cooperating. One guy took this inanimate object’s offense quite personally and he became quite violent with it. One second the thing was attached to the counter and the next it was on the floor while its crank was in the hand of the raging perpetrator. Dismembered kitchen appliances. Oh the horror!

Speaking of horrors… The fish du jour was flounder and there were a couple extra leftover at the end of class so my partner was charged with filleting one of them. I was standing by and the gutting was going on as normal when all of a sudden a rather outsized “gut” was pulled out. It was quite unusual – larger than an egg sac and firmer. Filled with morbid curiosity, I asked my partner to “Just cut the thing open! Let’s see what’s inside!” It was the fish’s final repast! It was an actual whole fish inside the flounder! Like a man condemned to death, it had devoured one last meal! It was grotesque, now that I think about it. Too bad I didn’t have my camera today. I would have loved to share the gore with you.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

THE SWEET ESCAPE

Our culinary curriculum allowed us a few days of pastry and I loved it oh-so-much. Various times I caught myself staring distractedly at the doughs and creams we whipped up wondering, “Did I make the right decision by going culinary rather than pastry?” Don’t think I’m flaky -- no pun intended! -- it’s just that pastry is a very methodical art and I find the exactness of the process incredibly soothing and gratifying.

We made pâte feuilletée, numerous sweet and savory soufflés, fritters, mousse, cream puffs... Admittedly, I overindulged and was craving lamb shank and ribeye on soufflé day, but still, pastry was glorious. Here are a few photos of what I made: