Showing posts with label Hungarian Cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hungarian Cooking. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011 Roasted Pepper Spaetzle Rocks!


I had this crazy idea yesterday. What if I used the rest of the roasted peppers left over from my Angel Hair with Roasted Peppers and Parmesan Cream Sauce to make spaetzle? You can put veggies in pasta, spinach pasta, tomato - why not flavor my noodles with a little of the flavor of home.

First, I gotta tell you, in my house we didn't call them spaetzle, we called them Hungarian Noodles. Now that I think about it this was probably a term they created in order to feed a fussy child. I can't imagine I'd have put anything with a name I couldn't spell or pronounce into my mouth. So the Hungarian noodles remained in my vocabulary, both verbal and culinary, until someone finally introduced me to the word. The recipe remained the same.

Enough of that reminiscing crap, flash forward to tonight's dinner and here we go...

Smothered Pork Chops with Roasted Pepper Spaetzle

Two huge pork chops

Marinate them in hickory liquid smoke, red wine vinegar, olive oil, salt, pepper, paprika.

While that's going on slice up half an onion as thin as you can and cook in a saucepan with olive oil until they become translucent. Add one can of diced tomatoes and one clove of chopped garlic. Let that cook at a low heat.

Once the meat has marinated for 30 minutes or so sear each piece in a pan to get some color on it and then toss in a 350 degree oven to finish the job.

While that's going on boil a big ass pot of water. In a bowl mix 1 cup flour, 1 egg, approximately 1 1/2 roasted peppers pureed with a spot of water and about 1/2 a cup more of water (and salt, of course). Usually it's a 1:1:1 recipe...usually for me that is.

The recipe I had was 2 cups flour, 2 eggs, 1 cup water...but one day I got too busy talking to Marc while making my noodles and I added almost 2 cups of water! Well, wouldn't ya know those were the best noodles I'd ever made! So it's a mistake I keep on making. Thinner batter seems to work for me.

Now, I suppose you'll need a spaetzle maker, a piping bag might work, but I like piping bags. Pouring the batter into the spaetzle maker dispenses it through little holes, plopping the batter into the boiling water. Once it's all in there I like to stir it up to separate the noodles, they like to clump at the bottom and make one big noodle.

Once they float to the top they're done! Add some salt and paprika to the tomatoes to taste, take the chops out of the oven and ta-frickin-da! I assume you can figure out the plating from the picture. The pork chops were enormous, I only ate about half of it. But the flavors of the tomato and roasted peppers and onions all played so nicely together the pork was just bonus.

-HH

Wednesday, July 21, 2010 Is That A Cucumber On Your Counter Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?


There was pandemonium in the parking lot at the Farmers Market today. SUV's battled for spaces as I expertly squeezed my car between two commuter vans - take THAT SUV's!

Wandering into the market I came to a realization - it's too hot to eat! I walked around looking for something to jump out and say "EAT ME!"

The crazy cucumber you see in the picture was very appealing to me...not sure why ;) I've actually had them many times before. They're covered with prickers, but you wash them off, leave the skin on and slice it up with some dill and vinegar. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Or you can always make Hungarian Cucumber Salad. Slice it up thin and let it sit with vinegar, paprika, salt, pepper, thinly sliced onion and a spot of sour cream. Perfect on a hot summer day!

I also picked up some heirloom cherry tomatoes and a pair of those boobie squash. Gotta love the boobie squash!

As I stood in the Riverbank Farm stand I heard a woman tell her three boys if they behaved at the market they'd get a donut. As I thought to myself "She's missing the boat, ain't she?" I noticed a butterfly fluttering around the dill weed. Not the lady, actual dill weed. It was beautiful black and blue iridescent grace. I stood there for quite a while smiling, amused that the butterfly would of course choose the organic farm to peruse.

No one else noticed. Not the lady, not the boys, no one.

Are we all so blinded by life that we can't appreciate the beauty of it?

It seems so.

But I should be happy that people are at the market in the first place. Baby steps. Recognizing the link between agriculture, pollinators and the dinner table may take a while.

In the meantime, have a donut, kids.

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH

Sunday, June 20, 2010 Happy Father's Day!

Today is Father’s Day.

Dad’s notoriously get the shit end of the stick when it comes to parental holidays. Everyone takes Mom out to dinner and Dad gets a tie. I can testify as a former cake decorator that Mom’s consume far more ice cream cake than Dad’s…at least more cakes are ordered for them. I’m not sure who got to eat them. But Mom cakes are adorned with flowers and Dad, once again, gets a tie. And who doesn’t love a cake decorated to look like a shirt and tie.

Enjoy your day, Dad! Then get your ass back to work!

My Dad died when I was sixteen, so my Father’s Day celebrations are few in number. I can’t say I have any special Father’s Day memories. But I can say without a doubt that my Dad is still an influence on me. And he’s certainly an influence on what I eat!

Take a look at the Hungarian Night video!

Right now I have about a quart of Hungarian Sour Cherry Soup in the fridge. Dad never made it for me, but it’s Hungarian! That’s good enough for me!

Growing up I HATED having foreigners for parents. I felt like we never ate like “normal” people did. (What that meant I’m not sure. Now that I’m an adult I know there is no “normal”)

I used to eat liver, raw smoked bacon, pigs ears. We went mushroom hunting on the weekends. Dad smoked his own fish.

I’d KILL for that right now. The Hickory Smoker out back, filling the neighborhood up with the scent of smoked fish, like a cartoon smoke-finger under your nose beckoning you towards the David house.

Dad also made something disgusting as all hell called “head cheese” – little bits of lung and shit in gelatin. Like I said – disgusting. Mom hated it to. And I can still see him slurping up little gelatinized bits of it…grody-to-the-max.

Anyway! The point is – Celebrate your Dad today!!!!!! Dead or alive, make one of his favorites and enjoy the moment.

Remember, food is love!

Bang on, my peeps!!!

-HH

Wednesday, June 16, 2010 Sour Cherry Soup


My trip to the Farmers Market today was literally fruitful. Sour Cherries - which I have never bought before. Way back when it was Hungarian Night I made mental note of a recipe for Sour Cherry Soup. I picked up a pint and went happily on my way.
I also picked up some Sheep's Milk Yogurt, which kind of frightens me, and some cucumbers and zucchini.

Tomorrow nights dinner has been postponed to next week, so I fried up the potato sticks that were meant for the cookies and gave them a good home in our tummies.

The soup came out pretty tasty, I think. It's like melted ice cream, what's not to like? Except maybe the color. Pepto, anyone?

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH

Saturday, May 22, 2010 Hungarian Night!!! The Video!!!


Once again, big thanks to PsychoMagnet for letting me use their song "Rich Bitch."

If you would like to hear your bands music in an episode of The Headbanging Hostess send tunes to headbanginghostess@gmail.com

Feel free to e-mail questions, comments and suggestions as well! You could win a spot at the dinner table!!!!

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH

Friday, May 21, 2010 Rockin' Recipes from Hungarian Night!


When one is searching for Hungarian recipes one is reminded of a dark, dark time in human history. When folks had to resort to eating liver, hare and calf's lung. As I searched my Hungarian cookbook my mind quickly began switching out ingredients for more appetizing ones. The Headbanging Hostess rarely follows a recipe as written. Now, more than ever, this was necessity more than whimsy. I'm not about to eat a pigs foot.

I ate pigs ears as a child. But I'll save that for another post.

The cookbook I have is 38 years old. One year older than me. My Dad went through it and turned down the corner of some pages, those must be the tasty ones! The ones that reminded him of home.

My Dad died when I was 16. I had little interest in the food from his home country back in those days. I was 16, I had little interest in anything my Dad had to say. So now, when I'm leafing through the cookbook and stumble upon one of his handwritten notes concerning a recipe, there's a wave of frustration with my teenage self that comes over me. The only cure? Paprika.

So here's a recipe I tweaked the hell out of. The original called for pigs feet, smoked pork ribs and smoked pork sausage. I went with ham hocks and kielbasa.


Ham Hock and Bean Soup

6 Smoked Ham Hocks
Water
5-6 stalks of Celery
2 cans of White Beans
1 Onion
Bacon Grease
Tablespoon of Fresh Parsley
Tablespoon of Flour
Hot and Sweet Paprika (to taste, about a Tablespoon of each)
2 Garlic Cloves
1 Kielbasa
Salt
Serve with Sour Cream

-Cover the ham hocks in water in a large pot and cook for 3 hours, until meat is falling off the bone. Take hocks out of the water and remove the meat.
-Rinse beans and add to stock.
-Chop celery and add to stock.
-Cook onion in bacon grease until translucent. Add parsley, paprika, garlic and flour to make a roux. Add one cup of water, whisk and add to stock.
-Chop kielbasa into bite size pieces and add to stock along with the meat from the hocks.

This was on the stove all day, 10 hours easy. Low and slow is the key to most Hungarian cooking.

Serve it with homemade noodles. I have a spaetzle maker, which makes it easy. I bet you could pour the batter into a ziplock, cut off a corner and have similar results.

Homemade Noodles

2 cups Flour
2 Eggs
1 teaspoon salt
1 Tablespoon Sweet Paprika
1 3/4 cups water (plus)

Combine ingredients until a batter is made. A few lumps are okay, but it should be more liquid than the average pancake batter. Using a spaetzle maker or bag pour into boiling water, stir. Noodles are ready when they rise to the top.

Put some noodles at the bottom of a bowl and spoon the soup over them. Dude. I'm not lying. This is freakin' delicious!

Dessert was the biggest hit of the night. Potato Pancakes with Sour Cream Ice Cream and Hot Apple Topping. OMG. Outstanding. And all from my pretty little head! But I'm not giving you that recipe. You'll have to wait for the cookbook! Anticipation :)

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH

Thursday, May 20, 2010 Nobody Leaves Hungary!


Emergency rooms all over Fairfield County are gearing up to admit my friends, all of them suffering from a food induced coma. The fact that I am able to sit at the computer is testament to my inner Magyar. My Hungarian half is fighting to stay awake, to let you know just how fucking good dinner was.

First thing this morning I was boiling smoked ham hocks in water. Three hours later I was not convinced this was going to taste good. Well, let me tell you! Add some onions, garlic, parsley and paprika and holy shit that tasted good!

I've made Beef Goulash (pictured) before, many times. But this batch turned out exceptionally well. The meat fell apart under your fork. Peppers, onions, tomato, paprika and bacon simmered for 8 hours before meeting my homemade noodles and living happily ever after (until I ate it.)

The cucumber salad was nice to go back to between dishes. Razor thin slices of cucumber with thinner slices of onion in a white vinegar dressing. You can have it with or without sour cream. I go without.

Dessert was the best part of the meal. Another one of my own inventions, it was "off the hook" according to one guest. I just thought it was fucking delicious. Delicately spiced potato pancakes topped with Sour Cream Ice Cream, which is just the richest vanilla you'll ever have, and hot apple topping. Kick ass, mother fucker!

Tomorrow I shall pass on a recipe or two. Tonight! I shall sleep!

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH