Wednesday, May 29, 2013

How to Make a Classic Timeless

The other day, I was surprised by sappiness.* I was in the middle of doing something I love--picking up and examining every single plant for sale on a large table at my local garden center. I was focused only on the plants. I had forgotten, completely, any troubles held in the world, or in me, personally. I had achieved a meditative, blissful state. I was oblivious to anyone around me, but I was half-listening to the nursery's radio. And so I heard Linda Ronstadt

Let me say, fist (with respect): I am not a fan--not of the song "Long, Long Time," and not of Linda Ronstadt, generally. But, without any warning from myself, I burst into tears less than halfway through the song. Maybe it got to me because I had completely forgotten anything that could have upset me, and so wasn't protecting myself from being upset. Maybe it got to me because, every once in a while, the weirdest, sappiest, cheesiest, most-unlikely things get to us. I have no idea why this happened, but whatever the song unleashed was extreme. 

Several hours later, when I was finally done with my crying fit, I complained to some friends. I don't mind that these things happen to me--surprise emotional attacks happen to most, if not all, of us, and often through unlikely triggers. I do mind that I was somehow moved to tears (lots of tears) by this particular song, a sappy relic of a most unfortunate musical era. 

"It's not a bad song, really," opined my friend Pamela. "The problem, as you said, is that overblown 1970s orchestration. I'd like to hear it sung with just an acoustic guitar (kind of like the version of  "The Long and Winding Road" without all the George Martin orchestration, which was Paul's original conception of the song all along)."  Unfortunately, we weren't able to find a satisfying remake of "Long, Long Time." (Anyone know of one? Any musicians want to try one?) 

I believe my comments about the orchestration had been no more than random potshots. Pamela put it all together brilliantly. Some things need to be lifted from their original context and allowed to shine on their own. Or, maybe, some "classics"--ones that are very much a product of their era--need to be freed from the elements that date them, and allowed to become timeless classics, instead.

So it is with some recipes. I can think of a few from the Victorian era--maybe we'll talk about those another week--but, since we've already tripped lightly back a few decades in America, let's start with green bean casserole. This dish originated in the 1950s. I remember eating it in the 70s (and so it's sort-of linked with Linda Ronstadt in my mind). I hated it then, and, when it surprised me** at some too-traditional-for-me Thanksgiving dinners in the early 2000s, I was unable to feel anything more positive about it.

To echo my friend Pamela, it's not a bad dish, really. The problem is the over-processed arrangement of 1950s convenience foods. This is a dish that cries out for a remake, a cover--anything. 
Unlike "Long, Long Time," green bean casserole has been "remade," many times. Over the past twenty years or so, a panoply of fine chefs has made it into gourmet comfort food. I'd like to separate out a few elements: frozen green beans, mushrooms, some sort of dairy (or dairy-like product), crisp-fried onions.

This is not a casserole. I like recipes that cook faster than casseroles usually do. Is it timeless? I don't know. Maybe it counts as an acoustic version.

Green Bean Casserole This Is Not 

 

2-3 tablespoons flavorful olive oil
1 onion, sliced in half lengthwise, then each halk sliced into "half moons"
I package frozen green beans (your choice of cut, "French style," etc.)
1/2-3/4 teaspoon whole cumin seeds
i package fresh mushrooms, sliced thinly
salt and freshly-ground black pepper to taste
freshly squeezed lemon juice, to taste
crumbled feta cheese
optional: toasted chopped walnuts

Madhur Jaffrey offers this method for crisp-fried onions:
 Put the oil in a medium saute pan and set over medium-high heat. When hot, add the onion. Stir and fry, turning the heat down as needed, until the onion is reddish-brown and crisp. Remove the onion with a slotted spoon and spread out on a paper towel.***





 These need to cook for about five more minutes

Empty the green beans into a strainer or colander. Run them under hot tap water until they're no longer frozen. Set aside.

 Add the cumin seeds to the hot oil in the pan (you might need to add a little more oil) and stir them for a second or two. Add the mushrooms and cook until the mushrooms release their water. 





Add the green beans, salt and pepper. Cook for a few minutes. The beans will be cooked much less than they are in traditional green bean casserole; that's part of the point. 


Turn off the heat and add a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. You can either put the onions on top, or stir them in. Top with feta cheese and, if you like, toasted walnuts. 



When green beans are in season, use fresh, not frozen. When it's not green bean season, I find the frozen ones are often better. Frozen, we could say, are more "timeless," in some ways.






*with apologies to C. S. Lewis, who was surprised by joy
**surprised by green bean casserole: worse, and far less cathartic, than surprised by sappiness
***from Madhur Jaffrey's World Vegetarian, p. 61

11 comments:

Sanj said...

Mmmm....this green bean casserole does sound good, thanks! :) And triggers can be annoying sometimes, one of mine was buried in the movie 'Hook' and it is disconcerting for a child to suddenly have a parent melting down while watching a Disney movie....

Amanda Sobel said...

Hi Sanj--thanks. For added excitement one could use ajwain instead of cumin seeds.

I think I remember hearing about the Hook incident. Yes, these things can happen at weird and inopportune times--although I wonder if it's a good thing, ultimately, for children to know that their parents are emotionally vulnerable/open and can have these moments. I can understand that it was disconcerting at the time, though.

Thanks for your other comment a few weeks ago; sorry I wasn't able to respond to that one, but I appreciated your thoughts.

PJS said...

Next week's blog: Cooking With Sap

Amanda Sobel said...

Hmm, that would be a great use of seasonal ingredients...except maple-syrup-making time has just passed us by. Did you grow up near enough maple-syrup-making territory (i.e., the part of NY that I grew up in) to have that experience in grade school, P? We went on endless field trips. Watching those spigots in the trees is not dissimilar to watching grass grow.

PJS said...

I like the labels for this blog entry.

Amanda Sobel said...

Ooooops--thank you for pointing that out, P. I was having some issues with the Blogger interface when writing this post.

Unknown said...

Hmm. Given as I like Linda Rondstadt and disco in general (so sue me, as it were), and have never been able to abide green beans, I offer the possibility that the acoustic version of this recipe would replace the green beans with asparagus or something else...green.

Also, I shall attempt an acoustic version of this song, once I get through figuring out how to sing both the male and female parts of "High Flying, Adored" from Evita. Again, sue me, go right ahead.

And then we'll see about putting together, say, chili peppers, pecans and Leo Sayers. Huh.

PJS said...

That's a good song ("High Flying, Adored"). Huh.

Amanda Sobel said...

Sue, sure, you can make whatever changes you like to your "cover" of green bean casserole. I look forward to hearing it--also to hearing your "Flying High, Adored."

And there's nothing wrong with liking Linda Rondstadt and/or disco. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with disco. I just don't have a taste for it, maybe because, as Bob Dylan says, "she was born in spring/ but I was born too late/ blame it all on a simple twist of fate."

Leo Sayer: do chili peppers make you feel like dancing?

Amanda Sobel said...

"I look froward to hearing it"--meaning I look forward to hearing your acoustic version of "Long, Long Time."

PJS said...

The changes to the green bean casserole remind me of that old adage about grandfather's hammer.