A little girl led me into a garage filled with bushels of morels. She had collected them after school and on weekends, just as generations of Midwesterners had done before her. ” I know where to look,” she explained…..In their world, what matters is that the woods are still able to produce their bounty – and their parents have shown them where to look for it. – Raymond Sodolov, Fading Feast
Another round of travel, again in the northern Middle West USA. As I’ve written before in other posts how farmer’s markets can be many things. A walk in the woods, a trip to Disneyland, inspiration for dinner, a social event, a barometer of what should be on the table that week. And more. I’ve commiserated with many a chef about what a sacrilege it is to pass up the chance to shop, chop, sizzle and snack on local foods no matter where you are.
This time round luck would have us staying in a Hilton Homewood Estate hotel where you get a real fridge, a two burner induction stove top, two pots, one sauté pan, a painfully dull chefs knife and assorted plates and silverware.
Our small, tight and fully engaged kitchenette.
At first glance you think “just what the fuck am I gonna pull together with this lot?” Kinda like a gauntlet being thrown down.
The gang and I decided to take the dare.
Turning to the internet, probably the greatest resource any chef can have besides a good prep cook, we sniffed out the North Lyndale Farmers Market in downtown Minneapolis. One of a number of worthy farmers markets in the Twin Cities. Its current incarnation includes a significant presence of clothing, tchotchke sellers, nurseries with god knows more vegetable starter plants of every ilk than I have ever seen. The experience made me feel like I was in real time Burbees Catalog. Kinda like a like a vegetable gardeners petting zoo. Sadly the TSA and my friends on Southwest would humiliate me beyond the tolerable should I even attempt to bring home all that I wanted.
So it was on to furnishing victuals for dinner. True locally grown and produced food items were slim pickins by and large and included several cheese producers, a couple of stands with beef, pork, duck, buffalo and attendant sausages made there from. Some ok, some less so. In the produce department we found a handful of truck farms showing what you’d find In pretty much any super market, none of it locally grown.
After an extensive tour of the market we turned up perhaps 5 or so actual farmers selling what they grow. To a one their offerings appeared meager centering primarily on spring onions, lettuces, radishes and little else. Considering the over abundance of rain this spring season this came as no surprise and after a few passes I realized that I should not expect to see much more than what I had already seen. All but one of the farmers stands were of Asian heritage, most likely I figured they from the Hmong community that settled near there to farm several decades past. Having visited with a similar Hmong farming community near Fresno, CA and researched a bit of their history I greatly appreciate their talents and dedication to farming the land. They hew to tradition in what they grow and most often you’ll discover great things at their stands.
Dean, Terri and I conferred and tried on ideas for the dinner meal to be prepared. A bunch of spring onions, just beginning to bulb out a bit. Next a bit of lettuce for salad. The find of the moment happened to be a farmer with half a dozen bunches of pristine pea shoots. Those trimmings from youngish snap or snow pea plants can be quickly steamed and flavored with ginger and garlic, a dash of soy too, even a few chili flakes. I scooped up a bunch along with some radishes. The menu was beginning to coalesce.
Further down one aisle, near the center of the market was an asparagus farmer. Arranged on the table were squat, handled brown paper bags filled with 3 and 2 lb weights of trimmed asparagus. A fellow working the stand pulled asparagus spears from a box and handed them out to people as they stopped to look-see. Now I don’t want this to sound trite or quaint like just another over excited foodie chef spouting superlatives at the drop of a tomato but…….. this was (in more years than I care to admit) the best, THE BEST danged, freshest, sweetest asparagus I had ever tasted. So friggin fresh it carried that high sugar mouth feel and super crisp snap that only something just pulled, plucked or picked can possess.
What really drove me to scour the market were locally foraged morel mushrooms. Generally a rite of spring in the north Midwest and Western states this mushroom is a bit different than its many cousins. Our friends at Wikipedia who seem to have a listing for darn near everything offer that ” the genus Morchella is derived from morchel, an old German word for mushroom, while morel itself is derived from the Latin maurus meaning brown.” There, now you know. Its distinct conical shape, heavily convoluted sets it apart from other mushrooms and the flavor leans towards woodsy with high notes of complex mushroom that you most often experience thru the olfactory senses as you exhale when eating them. Delicate but pervasive. Awesome with a medium weight but developed red wine, and good company.
Lastly we stumbled upon a smallish locally based producer of pasta. The menu was set.
- Pasta with morels and pea shoots, crisped spring onions, ham, fromage blanc
- Grilled Asparagus and Calcots (spring onions in Catalan)
- Radishes and Alemar Cheese Company Good Thunder
- Miche Bread by Rustica Bakery
A few words about the preparation of the meal. Despite having the ability to sauté, stove top braise and boil, some seemingly common place kitchen tasks took on the guise of a kitchen rubric,. For example washing and drying the salad greens required invoking the – use the extra bath towel rule.
Salad lettuces toweling off.
Juggling burners for various parts of the meal included:
- infusing a particularly lackluster olive oil with the tops of the spring onions to gain a bit more umph for the dish
- a few of the said onions were pickled in a savory brine of vinegar (since we had extra for the salad), water, sugar, salt and pepper ( in those sad little packets available courtesy of room service)
- bits of some ham were crisped as a flavor garnish for the pasta
- same for the some of the spring onions as we slow cooked them to a warm, crunchy goldenness.
- Then on to the morel sautéed with a dash of white wine and lemon while the pea shoots were quickly steamed and held at the ready.
- Asparagus grilled thanks to Dean and the hotel’s patio grill.
- Pasta was last up and needed two pots and two burners.
Pasta almost ready!
Amazingly the kitchen brigade included a colander! Ho fortunato!
Here is the money shot of the main course with recipe below.
- 10 oz dried papardelle pasta
- 6 oz morel mushrooms
- 1 bunch (about 6 oz) pea shoots (you could sub snap peas or snow peas)
- 6 spring onions, washed, roots and tops trimmed off and the bottoms sliced thin
- 4 oz smoked ham (optional) julienne
- 4 Tbsp fromage blanc (optional: grated parmesan)
- 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
- 3 Tbsp white wine
- 1 tsp grated lemon zest
- salt and pepper to taste
Begin by cleaning the mushrooms. Cut in half and rinse quickly under running water to remove any dirt and creepy crawlies that may lurk within. It happens so don’t be buggin out. Warm 1/4 cup olive oil in a pan with the onion tops and leave over a very low heat for about 10 minutes. Remove from heat to let steep. Heat 2 Tbsp of the infused oil in pan cook the sliced onions over a slow heat stirring occasionally. Do these really low and slow so they gradually go from white to translucent to golden. Scoop them out and set aside. They’ll crisp up nicely as they cool. In the same oil as the onions treat the ham as you did the sliced onion. Shoot for a medium dark, crispy, crunchy texture. Hold aside for later. Saute the cleaned morels in the onion infused oil (about 4 Tbsp worth). Let them go over a medium heat. Like most mushrooms they will release their juices which will then reduce away. Add the lemon zest. When they are almost dry add the white wine and season with salt and pepper. Reduce to sec and set aside. While the mushrooms are working steam the pea shoots in a tiny bit of water with salt. Wilt them down until soft and tender, about 1 minute. Lastly crank up the water and cook the pasta.
To assemble it goes like this:
- Add the cooked morels to the pasta in the pan with several tablespoons of the pasta water and return to stove to warm through.
- Fold in the cooked and still hot pea shoots.
- Plate up and garnish with warm crisped ham, caramelized spring onion and a tablespoon or so of the fromage blanc.
Here are the numbers.
Nutrition Facts Serving Size (277g)
Amount Per Serving Calories 490 Calories from Fat 170 % Daily Value Total Fat 19 g 29 % Saturated Fat 3.5 g 18 % Trans Fat 0 g Cholesterol 150 mg 50 % Sodium 720 mg 30 % Total Carbohydrate 58 g 19 % Dietary Fiber 6 g 24 % Sugars 5 g Protein 17 g
Vitamin A 20 % Vitamin C 70 % Calcium 10 % Iron 45 %