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2011年3月27日日曜日

Okinawa Exile #5: Everything But the Squeal/ 沖縄#5:鳴き声以外すべて

Warning: This post is not for the faint of heart or stomach. グロに注意

My time here in Okinawa is winding down. It's been quite a time. I've waxed lyrical on the fruits of the island's seas and fields, but I can hardly leave without my own homage to the favored fruit of Okinawan pastures: the pig.
もうそろそろ沖縄からの出発。楽しかった。海と畑の恵みについてたくさん書いたね。でも帰り前にもうひとつの大事な大事な沖縄名物について語れなきゃ。。。つまり、豚。

I have porked my way up and down Okinawa, from sôki in Yambaru to rafutii in Naha. Trotters, ears, rectums, wombs, ribs... Okinawans pride themselves on eating every part of the pig but the squeal. My own rounded-out rump is a porcine manifestation of the delicacies I've enjoyed. But which part to cook for you, my beloved public?
 豚を島の北から南まで、鼻から足まで、鳴き声以外すべて食べさせている。豚の料理を作ろうと思ったら、どっちの部分を作ればいいか、悩んでいた。

Last week, at Sakaemachi Market, the answer stared out from behind the butcher's display case:
でも、先週の栄町市場で、悩みの解決を発見:

Eat me, it implored.
ぼくを、食べてって。
Glaring with its empty, piggy eyes...
この眼で。

So I bought a pig face. A little internet research yielded this recipe for cured, rolled face. I figured I'd attempt an interpretation, given my limited kitchen.
それで、豚の顔を買った。塩付けて巻いた豚顔にしようと。

So I got a tongue, too, and brought my pig face home. I unwrapped it, and we contemplated each other.
舌も買った。

It was not easy to handle this pig face and tongue. The texture was unfamiliar, and the smell of freshly scrubbed flesh was very raw to me. The tongue was slippery and evocative of...
このようなもので、グロというのは確かで。。。
....well, you tell me.

If I'm going to eat meat, though, I feel a responsibility to use and respect the entire animal. From snout to tail. So I picked up that pig by the tongue...
でも、お肉を食べることが好きだったら、動物の体の全体を尊敬し、使うべきだと思う。
And got to cutting.
だから切るしかない。

The tongue meat was firm and bright.
中身は赤くておいしいそうで。
I chopped it into bits and mixed it with salt, brown sugar, onions, and garlic. I put it in the fridge to cure for a few days.
塩、黒砂糖、タマネギ、ニンニクにつけた。冷蔵庫に入れた。

For the pig face, I turned it flesh-side up...
顔を。。。
... and rubbed in black pepper, salt, and brown sugar.
コショウ、塩、黒砂糖で。
I gave it a real good facial scrub.
エステのようだ。

Then rolled it up and hogtied it...
糸で巻いた。
Then, I also added it to the fridge (warned the roommate) and cleaned up the evidence...
顔も冷蔵庫に。(ルームメートにお知らせもした。)
The next day, I decided that I wanted to add some turmeric and citrus to the cure. It took me a little while to steel myself to touch the face again, though... I prefer to think of myself as generally steel-stomached, but the face didn't really feel like meat to me yet. I'm still a very amateur cuiseur de chair, after all. Finally I unrolled it again...
すぎの日に、レモンとウコンも入れたいと思って。。。
After adding the turmeric and citrus, I rolled and tied and wrapped it up again, returning it to the fridge.
それを入れて、また巻いた。

I gave the face and tongue about four days to cure. In the meantime, I had plenty of time to think about pigs. It didn't hurt that any kind of eating around town kept the general dosages of pork high.
このまま四日間。その間豚について考えた。

I recalled my father's story of the most legendary pig slaughtering of his home village in Hungary. After the War, some methods the slaughter changed: a blow torch became standard equipment for burning off the fur, for example. Other traditions remained, namely the one that allowed all grown men (and probably some children) to drink palinka from well before dawn on the day of a slaughter. Since time immemorial, by the time the pig was laid low, a few villagers would passed out right alongside it.
父の出身の村はハンガリーの田舎で、豚を殺すの祭りのような時期でした。ですので朝早くから強いお酒を飲みながらその行為をした。戦後のハンガリーに豚の毛となくするためにブロートーチを使うのが普通になったらしい。

One year, either because the hog was exceptionally spirited or the peasants especially drunk, the slaughtering was difficult and taking a long time. Someone pointed out that the pig could be put to death painlessly by administering gas from the blow torch.
ある年、豚が特に強いか村民が特に酔ったかわからないけど、豚殺しがなかなか難しかったらしい。それでだれかがナイフよりブロートーチからのガスのほうが早いじゃないかと発言した。結局ガスで豚を殺すことができた。

And so they killed the pig. But when they put the flame to it's hide to burn of the hairs, the pig exploded.

It was devastating at the time, since a pig -- from tip to tail -- meant meat for several families over the winter. And I know I just laid down a line about respect for the body of the animal, etc. But that respect doesn't preclude a wicked smile from playing on my face when I imagine my belovedly lumpen predecessors crouching to avoid flying bits of exploding hog.
でも毛を燃やすときに、ガスも含めた豚が爆発した。まっ。変な話けど、豚で考えるとね。。。その話も思い出す。

(I invite you all to share your favorite pig slaughtering stories in the comments section.)

Back to the pig face. It emerged four days later from it's esthetic treatment.
それでそれで、四日間後。

I diced the cured chunks of tongue.
舌を細かく切った。
And removed the cured ears from the face, and slivered them up.
耳も顔から離して、細く切った。
I scrubbed my face.
顔をきれいに洗った。

Placed it flesh-side up on the cutting board, and added the ear slivers.
それで、顔に耳。
On top of this, I added the diced tongue.
その上に舌を。
Taking the greatest care to not let any savory bit escape, I wrapped it up for the final time.
巻いた。
My knots are a bit clumsy, but it seemed like they were fast.

Into the pot! I added soy sauce and brown sugar...
鍋に入れて、醤油と黒砂糖と。。。
And a bottle and a half of awamori (distilled rice liquor).
泡盛も当たり前。
And I simmered it and simmered it and simmered it for about five hours.
5時間ほど煮た。

It emerged a deep brown...
After it cooled a bit, I wrapped it in cotton cloth and added even tighter strings.
出してからタオルに巻いて、できるだけきつく巻いた。ぐっと。
It was less a pig in a blanket than a pig in a corset. The recipe recommended hanging this little piggy in the fridge overnight, so I jerry-rigged what I could as the mini-fridge would allow.
また冷蔵庫に。今回このように。
I warned the roommate.
またルームメートにお知らせ。

It was a fitful night. If everything worked out, the rolled face was supposed to emerge as a lovely, sliceable loaf of pig flesh. But I worried. First thing the next morning...
その夜は心配だらけで。朝に起きたら。。。
 I freed it from its bondage. And put it to the knife.
包丁で切れば。
To my great relief, it was easy to cut it into luscious slices of pig, all shot through with tongue and ear.
悪くない!
Salty, sweet slices of piggy pigness.
豚豚豚。

The plan was a brunch of pig face sandwiches, salad, home fries. I had made some pickles overnight to spice up the sandwiches.
ランチに豚顔サンドイッチの予定で、お漬け物も作った。

Carrots marinated in miso and brown sugar.
みそと黒砂糖で人参。
And goya -- bitter melon -- in rice vinegar and brown sugar.
お酢と黒砂糖でゴーヤ。
I also made a sweetly sour sauce from the pork drippings, adding onions, rice vinegar, and brown sugar and caramelizing it on the stovetop.
豚汁をお酢と黒砂糖でソースも作った。
So: with slices of pig face...
それじゃー豚顔スライスと。。。
And pickles on hand...
漬け物の準備もできて。。。
We began to build brunch sandwiches.
 サンドイッチタイム!

Mayonnaise. マヨネーズ。
Pig sauce. ソース。
Pickles. 漬け物。
Pig face. 豚顔。
Greens. サラダ。
Fold. 折る。
Oh... and I also added a fried egg. 卵もどう?
Bite. Chew. Repeat. 噛む。
Stuff your face!
豚に顔合わせて、ありがとう!いただきます!

Thank you, pig. With all humility: Itadakimasu!

2011年2月24日木曜日

Winter #3: Happy New Year! / 冬#3:明けましておめでとう!


Already two months into 2011, and just now crawling out of hibernation. Not that I've been fasting like an actual bear in a cave. No: I've been eating quite well, and inviting friends over to share the meals...and the body heat. やっと冬眠が終わるだろう。もうそろそろ春が来るので、その前に冬の食事を要約しなければなりません。寒い日々の中にはグループで食べる方がおいしい、暖かい。

The New Year in Japan means special food to usher in the year. The delicacies are symbolic -- long-whiskered shrimp to represent long life, fish roe to represent fertility -- and well preserved in sugar and salt to last for a few days of lazy grazing. It's not my favorite incarnation of Japanese cuisine, I have to admit. But it does mean that for a few days the supermarkets carry all sorts of mysterious wonder. Like this little guy:
お正月にはお節。和食が大好き。。。けど。。。お節は。。。ちょっと。。。ま、ね。。。せめてお正月の時スーパーに変わったものがたくさん。

I found this kuwai cozying up with some pals.





かわいいクワイ。

Yes, I invited the gang over. No, I didn't know how to prepare them.

But soon I realized they could be part of my latest plot: pork belly tacos.
作り方もわからずに買った。もしかしたら最近の夢に使えるじゃないか。スパゲッチタコスを作ったからずーっと豚バラタコスも作りたかった。


There are few things I enjoy more in winter than simmering things for long periods of time. The pork belly taco dream would allow me to truss up this little piggy and enjoy the aromatics for hours as I read my books.  冬にものを煮るのが好き。特にお肉。特に豚肉。特に豚バラ。




After a few hours in the pot with star anise, black peppercorns, an apple, vinegar, black sugar... this little piggy laid prone. On my plate.
ペーパー、スターアニス、リンゴ、お酢、黒砂糖で。。。


My research yielded the information that kuwai makes for delicious chips to crisp up the tacos. Sayaka, who hosted the meal, realized the vision of kuwai chips with her infinite patience.
クワイのチップスはおいしいらしい。ですので、さやかさんに任した。


Since I was simmering stuff already, I threw on some tea eggs.
煮るなら、お茶の卵も作った。

All these elements, were brought together with some cilantro, mayo, guacamole by Arthur-Nan, salsa by Ryan... all wrapped up in a homemade tortilla.
この材料でこのタコスを作れた。。。


In the frenzy that followed, there was little time for photography.


A million thanks to Sayaka for clean up!
ごちそうさまでした!

The next big get-together I decided I would try to host, as narrow as my quarters are. My classmates had expressed a desire (one called it her "long-awaited dream" even) of sampling sauerkraut and sausage, ever since reading about it in a children's book (Der Räuber Hotzenplotz).  すぎの集まりは私の狭い狭いところで。ゼミの友達の何人が子どものころからドイツ料理のザワークラウトとソセージほ食べたがっているらしい。絵本の「泥棒ホツエンプロツ」に出たみたいで。

That is one dream I can make good on for someone else. Although I warned them that they were not to, under any circumstances, expect some sort of epiphany from German home cooking. Although they could expect to be sated.
そのような夢は私の特徴でーす。それでも、あんまりドイツ料理を期待しない方がいいという注意も覚悟した。


Everyone contributed a little bit, and we cooked up some fabulous sausages from Kichijôji in dark beer. The result was not exactly high highbrow, but even with our brows lowered, we maintained a high velocity. Hence the blurred documentation:
みんながそれぞれの材料を持って来て、吉祥寺に買ったソセージをザワークラウトと黒ビールに煮た。


Not particularly colorful on its own, but add a side salad and some Rotkohl and...

Guten Appetit!

The last guest left as the sun was coming up, and when I stumbled out of bed a few hours after that, I found bits of Sauerkraut littered along my hallway. Not too timid a start to the year of the rabbit! I sure hope the year is just as delicious as a good rabbit stew, too!

ごちそうさまでした!

2010年11月22日月曜日

Autumn #15: Thanksgiving - Boiled, not Baked / 秋#15:アメリカの伝統、日本の材料

Thanksgiving! The gloriously secular celebration of eating! However suspicious its originating mythology may be, I have to admit that I can't suppress my enthusiasm for collective gluttony. And what else is Thanksgiving?
アメリカの感謝際!食いしん坊のとてもとても愛された感謝祭!

Last year, it was two ducks in place of a turkey. This year, lacking both turkeys and ovens, I decided that I'd take the opportunity to give thanks for the bounty of the shitamachi -- the "low city" -- in which I reside.
今年伝統的な七面鳥もオーベンもないチェルは下町の豊かさに感謝します!

Tokyo's shitamachi comprises the eastern neighborhoods of Ueno, Asakusa, Yanaka, and Tabata. It is here, according to Donald Richie, that "still retains what little is left of the feel of old Edo -- distinctly plebian, also fun-loving, less inhibited than those remains of areas where the military aristocracy, the shogunate, observed its rules of decorum." The most significant manifestation of this "fun-loving" shitamachi character is the street food. There are breaded and fried glories to be taken in hand, sweet bean paste of every imaginable configuration, and even -- if you are lucky -- the occasional "scotch egg": a hard-boiled egg ensconced in minced meat and fried. All this and more.
下町の魅力はいろいろですが、注目に値するのはその食い物。ミンチコロッケ、まんじゅうの勢ぞろい、たまにスコッチエグでも(揚げたったミンチに囲まれた卵!)。それに感謝します。


So I got a bone from a local butcher shop to start a mellow soup base for our hotpot Thanksgiving party of nine hungry people.
それで、近所の肉屋さんで買った豚の骨を鍋の汁に。


Broken open, of course, so the marrow can seep out.
骨髄が流れるために折った骨。

I blanched the bone, and put it in a pot to simmer with an apple and star anise.
骨をリンゴとスターアニスに煮た。




I let it go for eight hours or so, adding bits of vegetables along the way.
このままで8時間ぐらい。少しずつ野菜もいれた。

For example, I added some daikon -- a kind of radish, the name of which translates literally as "large root."
例えば、大根を。



This particular "big root" was about the size of my arm.
この大根は文字通り大きくて、腕の大きさぐらい。


The daikon is pretty benign as radishes go.
可愛いね。
So once the bones had simmered and simmered and simmered, I added a touch of soy sauce and sugar, and assembled the shitamachi bounty we'd use for our tableside hotpot thanksgiving feast.
骨が煮て煮て、その間下町の恵みを集まった。

Napa cabbage. Of dinosauric proportions.
白菜の爆弾.


Tentacles peeking out from a fishcake casing. This is getting very Jurassic.
ゲソにハロー。
To distract my arriving guests, I had prepared some crudites (And yes: I still like to pronounce them to rhyme with "Luddites." Croooo-deee-teh, la deee da).
お客さんがだんだん来るので少しだけ前菜も準備した。


Chili-miso and yuzukoshô dipping sauces... just to tide us over until...
野菜とチリみそソース、柚子こしょうマヨ。それで我慢できるかな。。。


Everybody in the pot!
ジャーン!

Alongside this hotpot, we also simmered a pot of this chicken broth, to which I had added ginger.
もう一つの鍋にこのチキンスープを使った。


Holy hotpot! Nothing secular about my feelings toward this food. Hotpot as a communal meal does have something of a primal urgency. We were stripped down to our natural state: just a tribe collecting around the fire, literally grunting into our food. Never mind that the fire was fueled by propane, or that our appetites were whetted not through vigorous cooperative hunting, but through the consumption of cans and cans of beer and malt liquor.
無宗教の感謝際だが、鍋に参った。



Plucking our dinner from the primordial ooze.
みんなが火に集まって、昔の人間のように。



First, a little from pork-bone pot.
まずは豚骨鍋から。。。


Then a little from chicken hotpot...
それでチキンも味見を。。。


And when the nine hungry pilgrims feared that they were at the end...
最後の最後の恐れがあっても。。。


Udon noodles descended into the broth like manna.
うどん。と。。。





For the pork-bone pot, rice and eggs soaked up the last of the broth real nice.
豚骨の鍋にご飯と卵を。

Just one last little detail really set this rite right...
この下町のごちそうさえあれは、他にいることないでしょうね。


Fried garlic shards. Happy thanksgiving!
一つだけが必要:揚げたニンニク。ごちそうさま!