Archive for March, 2007

How to Make Pesto like an Italian Grandmother

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

Some serious ‘ono Pesto from 101 Cookbooks

most of what you see here is made by machine, usually a food processor or hand blender. This holds true even if it is homemade. Don’t get me wrong, it usually tastes good, but because the ingredients aren’t hand chopped you end up with an texture that is more like like a moist paste and there little to no definition between ingredients.

chopping all the ingredients by hand and not blending them is key because this prevents the ingredients from becoming a completely homogenized emulsion or paste. When you dress a pasta with a pesto that has been hand chopped the miniscule flecks of basil will separate from the olive oil in places, you get definition between ingredients, and bright flavors pop in a way they don’t when they’ve been blended into one .

Genovese pesto is famous in part because it is often made with young, small basil leaves.

if you are serious about making good pesto, get a good, sharp (preferably large, single blade) mezzaluna, you’ll need it. Chopping the ingredients will take twenty or thirty minutes. Whatever you use to chop, make sure it has a sharp blade or the basil will turn dark.

The technique here is: chop a bit, add some ingredients, chop some more. I think part of the reason she does it this way (instead of chopping everything all at once) is because some things get chopped into oblivion, while some not as much - it encourages specturm of cut sizes throughout the pesto contributing to the overall texture. All told, the chopping took me a leisurely twenty to thirty minutes

You’ll notice this recipe doesn’t have any added salt (just the saltiness from the cheese), make sure your pasta water is well salted if you are going to use this pesto on pasta or the overall flavor profile will fall flat.

1 large bunch of basil, leaves only, washed and dried
3 medium cloves of garlic
one small handful of raw pine nuts
roughly 3/4 cup Parmesan, loosely packed and FRESHLY GRATED
A few tablespoons of extra-virgin olive oil

Start chopping the garlic along with about 1/3 of the basil leaves. Once this is loosely chopped add more basil, chop some more, add the rest of the basil, chop some more. I scrape and chop, gather and chop. At this point the basil and garlic should be a very fine mince. Add about half the pine nuts, chop. Add the rest of the pine nuts, chop. Add half of the Parmesan, chop. Add the rest of the Parmesan, and chop. In the end you want a chop so fine that you can press all the ingredients into a basil “cake” - see the photo up above. Transfer the pesto “cake” to a small bowl (not much bigger than the cake). Cover with a bit of olive oil, it doesn’t take much, just a few tablespoons.

You can set this aside or place it in the refrigerator until you are ready to use it. Just before serving give the pesto a quick stir to incorporate some of the oil into the basil.

Makes ~1 cup

Those not into Parmesan, do not fear, nutritional yeast appears to be the substitute of choice, and in similar quantities ( anywhere from 1/4 to 3/4 cup, ) however I would certainly experiment if I were you, then let me know as I’ve never tried it.

UPDATE : In October of 2003, I posted a blog entry entitled “Secret Basil Po-lice”. You will notice some strong correlations to the article reproduced above. Unfortunatly the original link to the article pointed to by the post no longer seems to return anything useful, but I managed to find a cached version.

“That’s why they call it pesto, not presto,” snapped one woman at another.

My ears perked up. Pesto, that aromatic marriage of fresh basil, raw garlic, toasted pine nuts, virgin olive oil and grated cheeses is so divine we can’t be too surprised when its preparation provokes controversy of theological intensity. But by piling a thousand bunches of basil into a towering, fragrant heap at the front of my farmers’ market stall I had sought to stimulate comment, not a spark a foodie fight. I moved in to mediate.

The brittle-voiced woman in the dark-blue power suit arguing for a human touch was right, of course, technically. Pesto is a cognate with pestle and derives from the Italian verb pestare, which means to pound. Presto means fast, quick, soon, prompt. Experts agree that the most luscious pesto is made in a mortar by hand, laboriously grinding clean basil leaves into a paste with the other savory ingredients.

Powerful food processors driven by unlicensed ignorati can reduce delicate basil leaves — presto — to an unappetizing mulch.

But the milder tempered lady with the wide blue eyes had a point. “Who has that much time?”

I lept into the discussion, appealing for compromise and invoking higher authorities. “Even Marcella Hazan and Alice Waters include instructions for how to make pesto with a machine in their cookbooks. I like the Chez Panisse approach where, for preparing large volumes of pesto, blenders are used to roughly chop the bulk of the leaves and then the other ingredients are massaged in by hand. Sort of the best of both worlds.”

The purist focused her attention on me from behind dark glasses.

Which of these basils are correct for pesto?” Her voice had softened from a snap to a snip. Behind her, smooth-leaved Genovese basils lay with ruffly, broad-leaved Napolitano basils. Tiny-leaved fino verde basil bunches spooned with yellowish-green lemon basils. Deep purple opal basils glowed apart in dark contrast.

Pesto is a Ligurian creation,” I answered. “Genovese basil can be considered a classically appropriate choice for pesto since Genoa is the capital of Liguria, but other sweet basil cultivars can serve admirably. It’s not as if there is a Ligurian Secret Pesto Police come snooping to see if you are mechanically flogging the wrong basil into presto.”

“Maybe they’re so secret you don’t know about them,” suggested my purist.

“Perhaps,” I countered, “but then their time would best be spent raiding chain-store deli counters that dishonor Liguria by trafficking in ersatz prestoid emulsions that only hint at the real thing. Here, shake and sniff!”

I handed each woman a bunch of Napolitano basil. Ms. Convenience looked with pleased surprise at the huge Napolitano leaves, some larger than a man’s palm. Both women inhaled. Great. Breathing basil fumes can mellow almost anyone.

Napolitano is a sweet basil but to some folks it lacks the clovelike complexity of the Genovese,” I continued. “The large leaves make pesto preparation easy but as with any basil you want to remove the stems before you grind because they can impart a distracting bitterness.”

Ms. Pure’s eyebrows arched above her dark glasses. “Of course, if Neopolitan basils are too sweet and mild for your tastes to work well in pesto you can always try piccolo fino verde,” I said, shaking a bunch to release the volatile aromatic oils. Ms. Convenience hung on to her Napolitano.

The leaves may be tiny but they pack the richest scent.”

“Oooh,” said Ms. Convenience, reaching past me for lemon basil.

“Yes, it’s lemony,” I said. “If you overlook the fact that lemon basil is a cultivar of Thai basil is actually makes an interesting pesto.”

“Maybe I am the Ligurian Secret Pesto Police,” remarked Ms. Pure.

“Then chiffonade the lemon basil and tumble it into a fresh fruit salad to hint at citrus and sound a savory, herbal note,” I replied.

She smiled. “And the purple basil?”

“For ornamental accents only where one seeks flavorful color. Don’t make a pesto with purple basil. Stick with the sweet basils.”

“You passed the spot check for today,” said Pure, dismissing me in a clipped voice. “But the department’s keeping an eye on you. Stay honest.”

I promised I would.

UPDATE : List of basil cultivars of which it is said of Genovese basil …

Ocimum basilicum ‘Genovese’ is an annual native to India, Africa, and Asia. One of the most popular herbs, it is now cultivated in all temperate climates throughout the world. Of all the basils to grow, and there are about 150 varieties, Genovese basil is one of the best because it yields 7 to 8 cuttings and makes the best pesto.

In Italy, it is considered a sign of love. When a woman puts out a pot of basil, it means she is ready to receive her suitor. In France, it is called herbe royale. In India, it is sacred, dedicated to Vishnu and Krishna. In Victorian times, it was sent for best wishes in nosegays called tussie-mussies.

Basil represents the essence of the summer garden. It is not hard to grow from seed, which germinates readily at temperatures between 75-85 degrees. Contrary to most cultivation information on basil, it does not mind slightly acid soil or partial shade. As a matter of fact, it will do best in an area protected from the wind and scorching midday sun. It likes rich, well-drained soil and will grow best in soil enhanced with well-composted manure. It hates cold and should be planted out only when night temperatures reach 50 to 55 degrees. If you practice companion planting, plant basil near tomatoes and peppers to enhance their growth.

Pinch it back early and often to encourage bushiness. Do not let it flower unless you want to let it set seed as this destroys the flavor and shortens the lifespan of the plant. Many save this “end of the season” basil, the one that is always trying to go to seed, for pesto. I suggest you try making pesto from prime leaves at least once, to compare flavors.

When animals attack … Big Cat Diary edition

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

Aunty reports on an attack on one of their presenters …

BBC presenter Simon King, best known for the Big Cat Diary programmes, was attacked by a rabid cheetah while filming in Kenya, it has emerged.

King was filming the story of orphaned cheetah cub Toki when a wild female ran at him, leaping up at his body.

Both he and assistant Stephen Nangunye were bitten and scratched during the attack but were not badly hurt.

The men were given rabies jabs after the incident last summer. The wild cheetah later died of the disease.

The animal was raised by humans after its twin brother, Sambu, was killed by lions - as seen in King’s previous film, Fast Track to Freedom.

The wild female cheetah was discovered near Toki’s enclosure a few days before his release.

Seeing that she appeared tame, King assumed the animal was also hand-reared and approached it cautiously before it attacked.

But the animal attacked again, biting Nangunye and leaving King with cuts.

Tests were carried out and the animal was diagnosed with rabies.

Self referential

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

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What the … Pringles officially not satanic

Tuesday, March 20th, 2007

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Aunty writes …

P&G won a $19m (£9.7m) lawsuit against four distributors of rival Amway over rumours tying it to Satanism.

The court concluded a 12-year lawsuit in P&G’s favour, after it ruled that the four had spread a false accusation that P&G subsidised Satanic cults.

According to P&G, the four distributors had passed on to customers the notion that its logo - featuring a bearded man looking over a field of 13 stars - was a symbol of Satan.

For its part, Amway pointed out that it had successfully defended itself in an earlier case connected with the rumours and brought by P&G.

It had also, it said, done everything it could to get the rumour retracted.

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From Wikipedia

The company received unwanted media publicity in the 1980s when an urban legend spread that their previous corporate logo was a satanic symbol. The accusation is based on a particular passage in the Bible, specifically Revelation 12:1, which states: “And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars.” Since P&G’s logo consists of a man’s face on a moon surrounded by thirteen stars, some have claimed that the logo is a mockery of the heavenly symbol alluded to in the aforementioned verse, and hence the logo is Satanic. Where the beard meets the surrounding circle, a mirror image of 666 can be seen when viewed from inside the logo, and this has been interpreted as the reflected number of the beast, again linked to Satanism. Also, there are two horns like a lamb that are said to represent the false prophet. These interpretations have been denied by company officials, and no evidence linking the company to the Church of Satan or any other occult organization has ever been presented.

Space … it’s big isn’t it

Monday, March 19th, 2007

From the Beeb

space is about to become a lot more central to the education of school children in Northern Ireland.

Until now, space science has mainly been taught as an off-curriculum fringe activity, often by teachers running after-school astronomy clubs.

But now, in what’s thought to be a global first, astronomy and space science are being written into the school curriculum here.

Pupils are already accessing the Faulkes Telescopes, sited in Hawaii and Australia, via their school computers.

“If you go to Hawaii, it’s 11 hours behind us and if you go to Australia it’s nine hours ahead of us, so it’s always night-time when it’s daytime here.

“The maths teacher would be looking at the shapes and patterns in the night sky, the angles and dimensions of these shapes.

“The RE teacher would be looking at how different faiths use astral bodies to calculate the dates of religious festivals.

“Drama and English teachers could be looking at the Greek myths which sprang up around planets like Venus and Mars or constellations like Orion the Hunter.

“Science teachers could focus on the life cycle of a star from birth to extinction.”

“The girls push in the co-ordinates and they can see the telescope slewing round and there’s always a gasp when this happens.

“They’re learning transferable skills - how to use a high-quality instrument, how to use IT skills and manipulate data.

“They’re presenting the results at conferences, making graphs and publishing images.”

Last year, two 14-year-olds who used the telescope to image an asteroid had their findings published in the Bulletin of the Minor Planets Centre, published by Harvard University.

“What we’re doing here is using astronomy as the hook to encourage children to take up the STEM activities - Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics.

“They’re perceived as difficult, so we’re using space science as the tool for inspiration, because this is real science and real technology and there are careers in Europe for pupils who take them up.”

Wow.

The Lady’s Dressing Room

Friday, March 16th, 2007


Five Hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in Dressing;
The Goddess from her Chamber issues,
Array’d in Lace, Brocades and Tissues.

Strephon, who found the Room was void,
And Betty otherwise employ’d;
Stole in, and took a strict Survey,
Of all the Litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the Matter clear,
An Inventory follows here.

And first a dirty Smock appear’d,
Beneath the Arm-pits well besmear’d.
Strephon, the Rogue, display’d it wide,
And turn’d it round on every Side.
On such a Point few Words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
But swears how damnably the Men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces,
The various Combs for various Uses,
Fill’d up with Dirt so closely fixt,
No Brush could force a way betwixt.
A Paste of Composition rare,
Sweat, Dandriff, Powder, Lead and Hair;
A Forehead Cloth with Oyl upon’t
To smooth the Wrinkles on her Front;
Here Allum Flower to stop the Steams,
Exhal’d from sour unsavoury Streams,
There Night-gloves made of Tripsy’s Hide,
Bequeath’d by Tripsy when she dy’d,
With Puppy Water, Beauty’s Help
Distill’d from Tripsy’s darling Whelp;
Here Gallypots and Vials plac’d,
Some fill’d with washes, some with Paste,
Some with Pomatum, Paints and Slops,
And Ointments good for scabby Chops.
Hard by a filthy Bason stands,
Fowl’d with the Scouring of her Hands;
The Bason takes whatever comes
The Scrapings of her Teeth and Gums,
A nasty Compound of all Hues,
For here she spits, and here she spues.
But oh! it turn’d poor Strephon’s Bowels,
When he beheld and smelt the Towels,
Begumm’d, bematter’d, and beslim’d
With Dirt, and Sweat, and Ear-Wax grim’d.
No Object Strephon’s Eye escapes,
Here Pettycoats in frowzy Heaps;
Nor be the Handkerchiefs forgot
All varnish’d o’er with Snuff and Snot.
The Stockings, why shou’d I expose,
Stain’d with the Marks of stinking Toes;
Or greasy Coifs and Pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a Week in?
A Pair of Tweezers next he found
To pluck her Brows in Arches round,
Or Hairs that sink the Forehead low,
Or on her Chin like Bristles grow.

The Virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia’s magnifying Glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his Eye on’t
It shew’d the Visage of a Gyant.
A Glass that can to Sight disclose,
The smallest Worm in Celia’s Nose,
And faithfully direct her Nail
To squeeze it out from Head to Tail;
For catch it nicely by the Head,
It must come out alive or dead.

Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the Chest?
That careless Wench! no Creature warn her
To move it out from yonder Corner;
But leave it standing full in Sight
For you to exercise your Spight.
In vain, the Workman shew’d his Wit
With Rings and Hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this Disguise,
A Cabinet to vulgar Eyes;
For Strephon ventur’d to look in,
Resolv’d to go thro’ thick and thin;
He lifts the Lid, there needs no more,
He smelt it all the Time before.
As from within Pandora’s Box,
When Epimetheus op’d the Locks,
A sudden universal Crew
Of humane Evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remain’d behind;
So Strephon lifting up the Lid,
To view what in the Chest was hid.
The Vapours flew from out the Vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The Bottom of the Pan to grope,
And fowl his Hands in Search of Hope.
O never may such vile Machine
Be once in Celia’s Chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
“Those Secrets of the hoary deep!”

As Mutton Cutlets, Prime of Meat,
Which tho’ with Art you salt and beat,
As Laws of Cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest Fire;
If from adown the hopful Chops
The Fat upon a Cinder drops,
To stinking Smoak it turns the Flame
Pois’ning the Flesh from whence it came;
And up exhales a greasy Stench,
For which you curse the careless Wench;
So Things, which must not be exprest,
When plumpt into the reeking Chest;
Send up an excremental Smell
To taint the Parts from whence they fell.
The Pettycoats and Gown perfume,
Which waft a Stink round every Room.

Thus finishing his grand Survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous Fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!

But Vengeance, Goddess never sleeping
Soon punish’d Strephon for his Peeping;
His foul Imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her Stinks:
And, if unsav’ry Odours fly,
Conceives a Lady standing by:
All Women his Description fits,
And both Idea’s jump like Wits:
By vicious Fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in Contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the Charms of Female Kind;
Should I the Queen of Love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking Ooze?
To him that looks behind the Scene,
Satira’s but some pocky Quean.
When Celia in her Glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his Nose;
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her Ointments, Daubs, and Paints and Creams,
Her Washes, Slops, and every Clout,
With which he makes so foul a Rout;)
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravisht Sight to see
Such Order from Confusion sprung,
Such gaudy Tulips rais’d from Dung.

- Jonathan Swift

Thanks to Mark for pointing me in the direction of this one.

What the … Bubba Burgers

Friday, March 16th, 2007

Honest eating ( via ‘Ono kine grindz )


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Recycling stars

Friday, March 16th, 2007

It’s not just the likes of Naomi Campell and Boy George, it looks as if the US courts have decided to sentence R2D2 to some community service.

No comment

Friday, March 16th, 2007

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I can neither confirm nor deny wether or not Brid is full of slags.

Aram Bartholl

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

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