Saturday, August 27, 2011

Travel Bite: Kolaches, West, Texas



Right off the I-35 highway in the tiny town of West is the Czech Stop and Little Czech Bakery. It's an oddly conjoined mini mart/deli and bakery and gas station that Texans have come to anticipate on that long stretch of asphalt between Dallas and Austin. You can fill up your beer belly on the left, your kolache gut on the right, and your gas guzzler out front.


Claiming to be the "Kolache capital of Texas," West is not far from Waco and George W. Bush country, namely, Crawford. You know, the ranch where "W" was busy clearing brush during a national crisis. If there was upheaval somewhere in the world, chances are he could be found in these parts with kolache crumbs on his face. But since those orange-level terror-alert days are gone, he was a no-show.



This was the only orange alert I could buy into. So in the name of national security, I grabbed a roll of duct tape and assumed the apricot kolache position with mouth wide open (The tape was to shut my pie hole so I wouldn't eat more than one). The kolaches come with various fruit fillings, and they cry to be eaten fresh. If you don't kill 'em off on the first day, the terrorists win.



This yeast pastry originated as a wedding dessert in Czechoslovakia. In the 1860s, Czech immigrants came to West and the surrounding areas to buy farm land and start a fresh life in the new world. The cream cheese ones taste similar to cheese Danish, while the poppyseed and prune fillings are reminiscent of the Jewish pastry, hamentashen, also from Eastern Europe.


The closed kolache was supposedly created in Czechoslovakia because the fruit in the open-faced buns would get all over the working men's lunch buckets, hence their wives folded over the pastry. But that could be an old wives' tale.


The klobasnek, klobasniky or klobasnik (your choice) has the same dough as the kolache, but they're filled with sausage. Klobasnik were traditionally just sausage, but now a combination of ingredients like cheese and peppers are common. Apparently purists cringe when a klobasnik is referred to as a kolache. I cringe at greasy sausage. Maybe I'll turn that into a bumper sticker.


A lot of German and Polish immigrants also settled in the area, including the German founder of the famous fruitcake company, Collin Street Bakery in nearby Corsicana that I visited. The Europeans not only brought their recipes to Texas, they brought the waltz and polka, too. Through the years, the oompah band and accordion were combined with the Mexican corrido and mariachi to form the music that’s heard in Central and South Texas called Tejano. (Notice the musicians on the wall in the pic above, and hear the master Tejano accordionist Flaco Jimenez.) There's an annual Czech Polka festival in West called Westfest held every Labor Day weekend that attracts 20,000 people and includes a kolache baking contest.


West may be the “Kolache capital of Texas,” but Montgomery, Minnesota claims to be the "Kolacky capital of the world," and Prague, Nebraska says it's the “Home of the world's largest kolache.” While those other towns might proclaim themselves the reigning kolache king, I have some advice for them: When it comes to kolaches, don't mess with Texas. And that's one warning you can believe.


Don't let the terrorists win.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Banana Yogurt Spoonie




Spoonie may be thick and simple, but that’s why he's so lovable.
Who is this Spoonie, you ask? Why, he's Smoothie's simpler brother. Think of him as the Rain Man of yogurt refreshments. Tom Cruise is the smooth one who lures the ladies in with his straw, and Dustin Hoffman is the thick one who's really brilliant despite his compulsive need for flatware. Just give him a nanosecond, and he can tell you how many calories are in a Vegas buffet.

While most of us also have a thick and simple brother, I'm pretty sure Spoonie tastes better and is easier to make. You don’t even need a blender. Simply take a fork and mash a very ripe banana with some organic nonfat yogurt as your base, then add a few mix-ins like dried coconut and walnuts, and before you know it, you’ll be spooning Rain Man. Rich tasting and nutrient dense, he makes a smart and satisfying breakfast, brunch item, afternoon snack or light dessert.

I like to leave some banana chunks in for variety, but if Smoothie Cruise is more your type, you can beat him to a finer pulp. Personally, I don’t believe in banana cruelty, but you’ll have to follow your own moral compass. For an extra kick, you can add cardamom. Or leave their mom out of it if she’s too spicy. And since Spoonie has no fat or sugar like his rich cousin, The Lick-Your-Bowl-Clean Plantain Banana Split, you can eat a huge bowl of him without remorse. If you want to omit the coconut and then find that Spoonie isn't sweet enough, just add a little honey. Vanilla extract is welcome, too. Do whatever you want to him. Despite his lumps, Spoonie is a very agreeable guy. I guarantee he'll dazzle everyone you introduce him to. True, he may not be smooth like his brother, but when you get your spoon in him, boy does he shine. He's sparkly. Very sparkly.


Banana Yogurt Spoonie Recipe

(Makes 1 large serving or 2 small ones)

1 banana, mashed

¼ cup organic plain nonfat yogurt (Greek is good, too)

1 TBSP shredded or flaked unsweetened coconut

1 TBSP walnut pieces

1 cardamom pod (optional), seeds ground in a mortar and pestle

In a bowl, mash banana with a fork. Stir in yogurt. Add coconut, nuts and ground cardamom (if using). Refrigerate for at least 1/2 an hour until the flavors meld and then serve cold. Can keep in the fridge up to 24 hours before banana starts to turn brown.

Related Links:

The Lick-Your-Bowl-Clean Plantain Banana Split

Build-Your-Own Chocolate and Banana Crépes

Ode to a Mom

Monday, August 8, 2011

Single Bite: Fashionista Farmer

Kenneth Cole Slaw, Santa Fe, New Mexico

While ogling this color-coordinated cruciferous display at the Santa Fe Farmers’ Market last summer, I wondered what it would look like if every stall at the market made a fashion statement. Would Kenneth Cole Slaw be vying with Dolce & Garbanzo for the most eye-catching ensemble? Who would be the Prada of produce for the fall season? Hmmm. I feel a reality show coming on. And don't try to steal my idea, Heidi Klum. It's right here in cyberprint. Lentil Breakdown thought of Project Fashionista Farmer first.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Ode to a Dean


Your brilliant school earned top degrees

In powerful omega-3s

Yet in the fishnet grads were seen

Now who’s so canny, eh, sardine?


Saturday, July 23, 2011

East LA Meets Napa and a Love Letter to Mexico




Dear Mexico,

Remember me? I’m the gringa who loved you as a schoolgirl in Texas, a college girl in Arizona and as a working girl in California. I’ve been all over your regions (it’s not as dirty as it sounds), and frankly, you had me at hola. Maybe it was your vibrant bougainvilla and calla lilies. Your earthy chiles and moles. Your briliant Kahlos and Riveras. Or perhaps it was the spirited mariachis and rancheras. Those red-tiled roofs and Mayan ruins. And who could forget the warmth of your sun, your smiles and your tequila? You know how some people close their eyes and picture soft, ethereal music with unicorns flying in slo-mo? That's not what I see. You, dear Mexico, are my happy place.


I’m sorry that your streets have been infiltrated by those notorious drug lords. But they won't stop me from visiting. And I’m sorry that some people still think of you as the land of refried beans and cheap booze with a worm. Haven’t they been to a tiny village in Oaxaca and tasted a real handcrafted smoky mezcal? Their loss. Or sat under a palapa in the Yucatan and unwrapped a steaming banana leaf filled with a gift from the corn gods? That's a shame. Or relaxed on the zocalo in Patzcuaro with the dreamiest, creamiest tres leches cake? Oh well. More for me. And if they haven't savored a delicate huitlacoche soufflé in Mexico City's Zona Rosa or Condesa district, well, what can I say? That’s a gringo for you.


But thanks to the East LA Meets Napa premiere food and wine tasting event that was held in downtown's Union Station a couple of weeks ago, I got to meet some of your culinary disciples in LA. The event celebrated the food of Michoacan and wineries of Latino vintners in the Napa Valley. It was a benefit for AltaMed, a nonprofit organization that provides healthcare for underserved Latino communities in Southern California. So when my blogging buddy Lynne of Cook and Be Merry and I scored an invite, I was not only excited over the 60 food and wine pairings, I was happy that a good cause would be served too.


And now, Mexico, after all that food, wine, tequila and music, I really need to see you—bad. This long-distance relationship is hard. We tried Skyping once, but you're a big country. But at least I can get a little fix of you here in LA. You should see what some of these restaurants are doing. It's really sexy stuff. And I wouldn't be cheating on you if I have your permission to go to their place once in a while. If you think of them as your children and not your rivals, I know you'd approve. I bet they'd even make you proud. And Mexico, just 'cause I'm seeing other chefs, it doesn't mean I won't be thinking of you.

Until we eat again, mi amor,

Lentil Breakdown

Colorful antojitos, La Casita Mexicana


Cold avocado and shrimp soup in mini bamboo bowls, Setá

Shrimp taquito with guacamole and salsa brava, Yxta Cocina Mexicana

Pineapple & prickly pear + lime, chia & cucumber aguas frescas, Lotéria Grill

Chicken in green mole mini sopes, Lotéria Grill

Black quinoa and squash blossom sauce over corn custard, Rivera Restaurant


Handmade tortillas, La Parrilla Restaurant


Handmade jellos, Attila the Flan


Passion fruit cream with mango jelly, raspberries and passion fruit pearls, Porto's Bakery





Warming tequilas (shot after too many shots): Tributo Tequila

To find out more about Latinos' contributions to the U.S. wine industry, read AltaMed's new book, In Their Own Words, which chronicles 17 vintners' stories from the Napa Valley, some of whom began as farm workers.

My photos from Mexico (at top): Calla lilies, San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas; Diego Rivera mural, El Pan Nuestro, Ministry of Education, Mexico City; Palenque ruins, Chiapas; Family on motorcycle, Mexico City

Related Links:

Ode to a Farm Worker

Travel Bite: Street Snacks, Mexico City

Travel Bite: Market Day, Chiapas, Mexico

Travel Bite: Xochimilco Snack Vendor

Cultural Musings on Dia de los Muertos

Nopales Cactus Salad (with Cahones)

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Nopales Cactus Salad (with Cahones)




Who needs Viagra when you've got this prickly pair?


Mexicans have been eating the potent prickly pear cactus, or nopal, for hundreds of years. And just look at the Aztecs. Talk about testosterone. Now they had a pair to spare.


Nopales is the stem or paddle of the cactus, and nopalitos are the pads that are cut up and ready to eat. So technically this should be called Nopalitos Cactus Salad. But I think my pal, Nopal, with his prickly pair, would find that diminutive emasculating. So I'm going with the more virile Nopales Cactus Salad. Who wants a cutesy cactus when you could have cahones, comprende?

Cooked nopales looks like bell pepper, tastes a little like green beans and has a slightly slimy texture. But don’t let that turn you off. Without a little slime, we’d have no politicians, and who would give all those rich people their tax breaks? Like a politician, the nopales must have their spines removed first. Sometimes you can find fresh, cleaned and diced nopalitos at a Latin store or farmers' market, so you don't have to mess with the needles. But once you have the cleaned cactus in your hot little hands, this is really easy to make. Its bright, earthy flavor is truly distinctive. The Mexican oregano, which tastes altogether different from the Mediterranean kind, really makes it pop. And cactus is full of fiber, amino acids, vitamins A, B6, C and K. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some L-M-N-O-P in there too. Plus, it makes you a bad-ass since you can say you ate a cactus. Just don't call it Nopalitos.

Nopalitos, I mean nopales in the raw

Kick, I mean cook some cact-ass

Recipe

1 pound cleaned cactus paddles, diced (to clean them yourself, watch video)

½ cup radishes, diced

½ cup tomatoes, diced or cherry tomatoes, halved or quartered

¼ cup red onion, diced (about ½ an onion)

¼ cup packed cilantro, chopped

2 TBSP olive oil

3 tsp lime juice

1 tsp dried Mexican oregano, crushed (available at Latin markets)

Salt and pepper to taste

Serve with crumbled cotija or feta cheese

Blanch diced cactus in boiling water for 5 to 7 minutes or until tender. Drain and rinse well. Let cool, and combine with the remaining ingredients in a serving bowl. Chill several hours until the flavors have blended. Serve cold or room temperature with warm corn tortillas.


Related Links:

Travel Bite: Street Snacks, Mexico City

Travel Bite: Market Day, Chiapas, Mexico

Travel Bite: Xochimilco Snack Vendor

Cultural Musings on Dia de los Muertos

Ode to a Farm Worker