Monday 19 December 2011

Oh Bison!

Pictured above is a feature I ran this past weekend: bison ribeye steak, with blueberry studded woodland mushroom ragout, roasted heirloom carrots, pommery mustard whipped Yukon Gold mashed potato.

Bison is one of those meats where you have to be careful how you prepare and cook it. Bison ribeye, for instance, has little intramuscular fat (read: very lean). It does, however, have a large fat deposit alongside the eye of rib, perhaps more so than beef ribeye. That being said, I would not recommend it to be cooked any further than medium-rare. Any further, and it will become expensive boot leather, due to the leanness. I find the raw preparation of bison ribeye needs to be trussed in order for it to retain it's shape, after it has been cut into portions. For example, once a steak has been cut from the loin, a length of butcher twine should be applied around the circumference of the ribeye steak, and gently tied, so that it may withstand the rigours of charbroiling, pan frying, or what have you. I have always found game type meats to be a little flabby for some reason, be it lamb, elk, muskox, or venison. So I tie them all up, to give them a little help. The benefits of this are reaped in the finished product, where presentation counts the most.

A fast cook method is what one looks for when grilling game steaks or chops. Bison lends itself to super-searing in a blazing hot skillet with a little browned butter. 2 minutes a side in the pan, let it rest for a few mintes, then... wunderbar! Charbroiling is also effective, and a little easier to control. Just be careful of flare-ups when that large fatty eye begins to melt!

Game meat dishes often benefit from a sauce, relish or condiment that is well balanced and built up with acids and reductions (gastriques)...tomatoes, full bodied red wine, aged vinegars, fruits (like blueberry, cherry, lingonberry, currants) accompanied with minced shallots. They play well off of the earthy and rich quality and texture of the game. A nice ladle of a homemade (of course) glace de veau (see blog entry on glace de veau) and a little pommery mustard is a nice way to bring that sauce together.

Cheers!
-D

Thursday 8 December 2011

Blue Cheese...or, Fromage Bleu, or...What Is That Stink?!?!





One of my absolute favourite things in the whole world is blue cheese. How something so potentially revolting and smelly could be a delicacy, one could only wonder. In the words of the legendary Jerry "The King" Lawler..."...it smells like someone's eating Gorgonzola in the septic tank of a slaughterhouse in here!" Definitely an acquired taste, and for advanced lovers of cheeses only, I reckon.  

Pictured above is the aforementioned Gorgonzola, one of the undisputed Kings of Blue Cheese (being one of the most well known). Gorgonzola is from Italy. The other famous Blues are Maytag (domestic, USA), Stilton (Britain), Roquefort (Caves of Roquefort, France) and Danish Blue (Denmark). These cheeses are very unlike one another...each has it's own signature appeal. Maytag and Danish Blue have strong citrus notes, are more firm and crumbly, and are excellent for serving as a garnish on a salad, or in a vinaigrette. Creamier Blues, like Stilton and Gorgonzola, are excellent melting cheeses, or for eating straight up. These cheeses are very pungent, but milder and more refined in flavour than the domestic varieties. This is reflected in the price per kilogram, as fine imported Gorgonzola runs more than $22/kg.





Pictured above is, quite probably, my favourite blue cheese. It is also the most revolting cheese I have ever seen (and smelled). If you look closely, you will see how slimy it appears. There ain't nothing in this world like the controlled spoilage of milk, let me tell you. This cheese is called St. Agur, from France. I bought the above sample (4 oz.) at the Hamilton Farmer's Market, for about $36/kg, or a buck an ounce, give or take. It is a wonderfully smooth and nutty tasting Blue, and it goes really well with slices of apple and spread on fresh baguette (also procured from said Farmer's Market). As off-putting as it's appearance and aroma may be to the uninitiated, it is one of the smoothest and mildest Blues I've experienced. If you are fortunate enough to find some in an artisan cheese shop, do your self a favour and pick up a few ounces. If you like blue cheese, this is one for the ages.

 
Another great Blue Cheese is the above illustrated hybrid, the German Cambozola. It features the appearance of a nice wedge of camembert cheese, with it's soft, bloomy and edible rind, and pale, creamy and lightly veined interior. It is classified (or I classify it, rather) as a hybrid cheese because it's origin seems to be made from two separate cheeses. First, as the name 'Cambozola' suggests, the body is made up of a round of double cream Camembert cheese. It is then pricked with needles across the top, needles which have been 'infected' with the penicillium glaucum (gorgonzola) bacteria. It is then left to age in cool cellars for about 4 months or so. This is an impressive cheese to bust out at a wine and cheese party.



Thursday 1 December 2011

A Case of National Pride, OR: Why I'm A Proud Canadian

And now for a break from our regularly scheduled program ...

Take a moment if you will and have a close look at the above picture. I'm not trying to draw notice to the wicker Kleenex box, or the baby wipes, or the fact that the Oilers lost to the Wild in a shootout last night. The Movember charity stat blew me away. The proud Canadian broadcasters from TSN, many of whom grew some beastly mo's, made it a point to illustrate the landslide stats of money collected for prostate cancer research.

We are a country of over 34 million people, and somehow we, as a country, managed to raise more than a buck a person for prostate cancer research. We absolutely decimated the United States, a country that boasts over 10 times our population. I was so floored I had to take a picture. I love this country. Pride is not even enough to cover it. To raise money by growing mustaches in November...astounding.

Speechless.

O Canada.

-chef D