Long Weekend Cooking and the Pursuit of Flavour

This post serves two purposes to reminisce about a nice meal yesterday, and capture some particulars for potential repeats of the result in the future.  Perhaps it is also useful for someone looking to cook up some lamb and hunting for ideas - that's great if you can make use of something from our nice meal.

Our annual purchase of a local lamb arrives around June each year, and, of course, comes complete with the leg sections called the shank - a cut that benefits from a moist, slow-cooked approach.  Here in Ottawa, Canada it's hard to find a better example of a well cooked lamb shank than the Topkapi restaurant on Preston Street, where a slow cooked lamb shank is served on Turkish style on an eggplant purée that is itself spectacular.   If you're hungry after reading this, that is a good solution to sate the pursuit of similar tender goodness.

In mid-afternoon yesterday, I knew our options for slow-cooking were quickly disappearing, and so I leaped to action.  Though the shanks had been extracted from the freezer and were pretty much thawed already, we hadn't really planned much.  Around lunch time I had thrown together some basic marinating elements - rubbed them with sesame oil and a bit of soya sauce, then some ginger, cumin, powdered rosemary and garlic, and added a drizzle of red wine. Over the next couple of hours the meat awaited action and a plan.  At 4:00, time a-wasting, I decided to act, and thought about what I wanted to create.  The basic idea of a moist low-temperature deal was there to get the tender fall-off-the-bone result.  Also the thoughts of how lamb often does well with a Moroccan tagine vibe.  That meant a mix of spices like cinnamon, coriander, ginger, fennel and star anise, to me.  But important as well is that sweetness of dried fruit, and so some prunes and dried cranberries fit the bill.   Most of those things were around in our kitchen, so I jumped in.   

A moist baking process can result in something akin to boiled meat, so an important first step is browning.  Molecular gastronomy greats like Hervé This will be the first to tell you that "sealing in the juices" is a total crock.  Browning doesn't seal in anything, but it sounds good.  And just saying something often doesn't make it so - in spite of what our local CPC political party attempts to do in our current federal election.

I suppose it says something about the enjoyment of food in my life that sitting here at my computer I can reach over to grab Hervé's book "Molecular Gastronomy" at a moment's notice to bag a quote.  By the way,  it is a good read, that book, but sadly an awkward translation. Still one learns a lot, in spite of the convoluted run-on sentences.  At any rate, Hervé quotes a few examples of the seared meat, juice-sealing idea, ending with:

"...the great French chef August Escoffier (1846-1935) wrote in his book for home cooks, Ma Cuisine(1934) that the purpose of browning is 'to form around the piece a sort of armature that prevents the internal juices from escaping too soon, which would cause the meat to be boiled rather than braised.'  [These] views are mistaken. Not only does teh notion of 'pores' have no anatomical basis, but measurement shows that the loss of juices actually increases with cooking."

He goes on about this, thoroughly convincing me, at the vary least.   Searing does greatly help the texture, appearance and flavour of the meat, and those are good reasons alone to go brown it before progressing.

A challenge in the context of lamb shanks is that the searing process is made difficult by the shape of the cut.  It is hard to lay flat on a frying surface, and thus getting a nice browning is made impractical.  The blow-torch from my plumbing tools to the rescue - er, I mean my kitchen torch, yeah, my kitchen torch, to the rescue.  

 With the flame set fairly low, I was able to give the outer layer a good browning, quickly.  

Thus browned, I sliced up an onion and threw it in the baking pan, and added a large can of tomatoes (we've just used the last of last summer's home-canned tomatoes that were so great all winter - thanks to @skatem).
In went the aforementioned spices and just a small sprinkle of salt and pepper.

I am keenly aware of the thermal mass challenges in slow cooking - you can waste a lot of time just getting the mass of meat up to cooking temperature, so four minutes in the microwave served to just warm the two large shanks and a small one up somewhat.  I also started the oven temperature at 425°F (220°C).  Throwing the pan into the chamber of cookage, I lowered it back to 300°F (150°C) after about 10minutes.

Here's a shot of the pan just going in. You can see the onions, prunes, and cranberries. Oh, yeah, I put in some black olives as well, just to keep it well rooted to the edge of the Mediterranean.

If you're doing this yourself, just wing it a bit. With oregano and thyme you can bring it around to a bit more of a northern Mediterranean feel probably.   I think a key ingredient though is the star anise.  It adds a key component to the flavour and for my money enhances the cinnamon taste nicely, and says Morocco.

Meanwhile, lamb working away, I figured two hours should be just enough time to quick cook some dried chick peas to make the cous-cous more authentic.  You cover the dried beans well with some salty water and bring them to a hard boil, then turn it off and let them sit for an hour.  Then top up the water if necessary and simmer for another hour or so.

In the last ten minutes before everything is ready, do a couple of things.  You've been checking the lamb rotating the meat a few times all the way along to ensure it's cooking evenly.  Just before it's done, it is split and nearly falling off the bone.  Haul up as many tomatoes as you can to sit on top of the meat, and with the lid off, let them cook there a bit. The result is that they dry and even caramelize a bit, approaching the consistency of sun-dried tomatoes.  Yum.

The other step is to get about 30% more broth than couscous into an over-sized measuring cup and zap it in the microwave until it boils.  Add a bit of olive oil (I used avocado oil for kicks) - add about a tablespoon to the broth.  Spoon out drained, cooked chick peas into the broth, then dump in your cous-cous, and cover the cup with plastic (and a towel like a tea-cosy to keep it warm).

Pull out the baking dish, and give it a stir up to mix the now firmer tomatoes back in - it looks something like this.
No, wait a minute, it looks exactly like this.

By the way, your house/apartment/yurt smells absolutely spectacular by now as well, and you're really hungry and that bottle of wine you had sitting aside may be suffering depletion.

Your cous-cous should also be ready.  But here's a twist.

My partner in crime, kitchen and life in general, @skatem, thought to add something in the green shade, and chose some okra she had picked up the day before.  Slicing that up she fried it in butter and olive oil until browned and slightly crispy, and we added that on top of the cous-cous after plating.

The result is this delicious item pictured here.  Some stuff to notice, given you can't taste this picture - the chick peas are firm and tasty - I think a step up from the canned ones, but you could probably use them in a pinch. It would save you a bit of time. Perhaps throw them into the broth when you're heating it up, before adding the cous-cous.

Note too the fall-off-the-bone tenderness of the lamb.  If under-cooked, the shank-meat can be rather tough, so this is a great solution for those cuts of lamb.

Perhaps we could have plated onto one of our large plates instead of the wide shallow pasta bowls we used here. While containing the sauce and cous-cous nicely, the large shank might sit more nicely on a flat plate.

I had a bit more sauce with my cous-cous at the end - oh and what the heck, here's another picture from another angle.

I guess I am mostly blogging about this (I have gone on a bit, haven't I?) because it was one of the best things from our kitchen in recent memory.

With the meal we had a good solid red wine that complemented it well.  It is called "Butcher's Gold," and is a Sangiovese/Shiraz blend that I hadn't tried before.  Some nice structured tannins in there that stood up well with the lamb flavours, and the fruitiness you find in a good decent shirazs complement the dried fruit in the dish as well.

We wrapped it all up with a small plate of cheese (extra old cheddar and havarti) and a few grapes.

Then a bit later, a press-pot of Columbian dark roast (tho' decaf) and a pair of dark, dusty cognac truffles.  It was after all Easter, and a bit of chocolate was in order given the traditions of the day. 

There it all is - a nice weekend meal, and really, the preparation wasn't a huge challenge from an effort point of view, and everything was thrown together without for recipes, just in pursuit of a family of flavours.   All the ingredients were things we had on-hand around the house,  though the wine, grapes and okra were all fortuitous acquisitions by @skatem leading into this long weekend.

The Sliding Quality of Toast What It All Means.

The classic breakfast has three fundamental components: eggs, bacon and toast.  The quality of the individual breakfast components are what dictate the outcome of a good breakfast.  It is no coincidence that the word "tao" is in toast. Well, okay, it's "toa" but let's pretend to make a point.

The Tao concept in Confucianism, is that there is a "right manner of human activity and virtuous conduct" stemming from "universal criteria and ideals."  Within the toast is embodied the virtuous goal of delivering a perfect breakfast, and I expect as much from my local greasy-spoon.

There are right and wrong ways of making breakfast, and after the frying and the plating,  the provision of good quality toast seems to be a constant challenge for the poor breafasteur.  The quality of breakfast toast has eroded and the main influences are a combination of international affairs, inferior marketing and insidious technology.


We'll come back to the last element shortly. but from a marketing and consumerism perspective, toast has been titrated to an abstract concept. This is a symptom of our heat-treated-bread malaise in that its erosion has not only eaten away at the substance of toast, but thinned the icon to a wisp of an idea. With the assault on the concept of toast, so goes the quality of the thing.  A case in point was the recent absurdity of a breakfast and lunch restaurant concept called "Toast! Café and Grill" which served breakfast and lunch, but offered no toast at all.  It was an entertaining absurdity to approach the counter and address the issue. I asked for an order of toast and cup of tea.
"There is no actual toast on the menu." I was told by an unimpressed teen aged server.   I felt it necessary to address the dichotomy. "But your restaurant is called 'Toast!'" I replied, being sure to pronounce the exclamation point.
"That's right."
"Yet you serve no toast."
"That's also right."
"You don't see a bit of insanity in that?"
"No, it's just a marketing thing."

Toast has become merely the idea of toast. But that vision seems to have failed to deliver the full crispy experience.  It didn't last. Launched in 1997 the business closed and even the crunchy trademark was abandoned in 2005.

Sadder still, the edible toast item on the Canadian breakfast plate itself more and more merely purports to be toast and yet it is becoming little more than bread in a toast's clothing. 

Now, for Canadians, breakfast is a particularly a portentous issue, for two reasons.  First, in the context of our friends to the south, for whom we are the largest single trading partner in their economy (and they in ours), pretty much the only mention of the word "Canadian" in their daily lives is in the context of ordering breakfast.  "Canadian Bacon" is their term for what we call "back bacon" (and the British just call "bacon," as opposed to "streaky-bacon," but I'm thematically drifting here).  Thus, our economic importance is distilled into our trade-partners' ordering of delicious pork products.

I'm okay with that, it seems a good podium on which to accept our pivotal value to their economy. But what did we get in return?  We'll address that in a moment.

The second reason for breakfast occupying an important place for Canadians is that our experience of toast is a microcosm of our national identity.  We had found a happy balance between the British toast experience and the American toast experience.

The typical British toast is thin, perhaps one centimetre thick, well browned, crunchy, and placed in a cooling rack for service.  It approaches room temperature before one receives it and smears their marmalade across its noisy surface.  This was likely our starting point for Canadian breakfasts. (We never embraced the fried bread much though.)

Perhaps due to our cold climate, drafty bedrooms, and the shipping of all our raw materials for making stainless steel out of our country for someone else to process, we abandoned the cooling rack and took to eating our toast warm.  We have thus lived on a toast construct of the relatively thin bread of our forefathers,  toasted to a dark-brown crispiness, and served warm and buttery.  It was good. Our peanut butter melted slightly, our jam floated on trickling butter. It warmed our furry Canadian hearts, and dripped on our red tartan shirts.

That balance was all set asunder in the early 1990's.



In this period the emergence of a so-called "Texas toast" swept the breakfast menus of our nation. I wish we had been able to stand up to this challenge. Though taken by the thick opulence, we should have developed a technique for properly toasting it into crunchy submission. But the prevalence of the conveyor-belt toaster was a technological blow from which we never recovered.

It's a thicker slice, probably 1.8cm thick, meaning the toasting process is not trivial. Some of the best egg-flipping hands have tried and failed.  Ensuring that it doesn't remain too 'bready' is difficult, and time consuming. The result is often just floppy, warmed-up bread with some scorch marks. The substance mostly compresses to a little doughy ball when you bite it, rather than crunching.  Making thick toast isn't impossible, surely, but restaurateurs shirk their responsibilities and today's toasting technology is an enabler that allows them to do so.


That technology in most commercial kitchens. The conveyor belt mechanism transports the slices between elements. and there are only two controls on these units: speed and heat-intensity.

Under the pressure of the kitchen, delivering a classic three-component breakfast involves reducing every step to the fastest process possible. Bacon is often par-cooked and piled on the edge of the grill.  Eggs are pre-cracked in a jug ready to be poured quickly for omelettes or the scrambled variety, while whole eggs are at hand ready for the other modes.  Piles of ancillary fried potatoes sit at the edge of the grill ready for rewarming. But make no mistake, they are fourth component interlopers. The toast is the crowning glory. Yet it must start from plain bread, and has to be made on demand to be successful.

If you have used a conveyor belt toaster, you can easily take the easy way out and set the speed to high. Who doesn't want to have their toast right now?

The result though, is that you just get warmed bread.  The right solution though isn't the obvious one at this juncture.  One might turn the heat up,  leaving the speed high, and think that the result is toast. Au contraire. Now the outer surface has been heat-blasted and the result is one that the discerning breakfasteur despises.

Leave the heat lower, and slow the speed. Allow the heat to penetrate the bread and extirpate its  breadiness as the moisture is driven out.  Then the amino acids and sugars, as proteins and carbohydrates, can be combined and transmogrified, and the result is the nicely browned goodness of a Maillard reaction, not a mere burning of the outer surface.

Source: The Green Market
How will this all turn out for us? Canada is facing a federal election at the time of writing this article, and it seems likely that the quality of our toast, and the way we deal with the complexities of external influences and technology on our breakfasts will no doubt become a key issue for our politicians.  We will have to wait and see whether our next government will bring with it the regulatory climate we need to turn back that speed knob and deliver a breakfast that meets our expectations in the mosaic of international influences that is Canada. And its breakfasts.