Wednesday How To’s (A little late…): Tomato Sauce

Tomato sauce is one of those things that is worshiped by some and mindlessly eaten out of a can or jar for others. While I have nothing against some (emphasis on SOME) jarred tomato sauces, there is something so satisfactory about making your own. It’s a lot less expensive, and you can adjust the sauce to cater to your own tastes.

A lot of people try to follow a recipe for tomato sauce, but the best, and less daunting way to approach this Italian classic is through an outline of sorts.

1. Tomatoes

First of all, are you going to use canned or whole tomatoes? Your decision will affect the method you will use.

Either way is fine: my mother swears by San Marzano canned tomatoes and never makes her sauce with fresh, but even if you can’t afford San Marzano, regular canned, whole tomatoes (with no added flavoring) are great, even better than fresh tomatoes when they’re not in season.

However, if fresh tomatoes are in season, you may want to use those, and fresh tomatoes may take a bit more preparation.

2. Method

For the preparation of fresh tomatoes for tomato sauce, I’ve heard it done two ways: firstly, you can score the bottoms of the tomatoes (make an X about an inch long in the bottoms), quickly drop them into boiling water, remove them into cold water after a minute, and then remove the skins. Now the tomatoes can be used as canned tomatoes would be.

To make tomato sauce from either these prepared fresh tomatoes or canned tomatoes, simply heat some fat (olive oil, butter, bacon or sausage grease, or some combination) in a Dutch oven or other heavy-bottomed pot. When the fat is heated, add your aromatic vegetables (see below) and sweat (cook over medium-low heat until the veggies are cooked and transparent, but not browned.) Add your spices (not your herbs) as well as some salt, and cook for one minute to release the flavors. Add the tomatoes and herbs, and cook for about an hour. Use an immersion blender to achieve a more fluid consistency, or simply use a wooden spoon to break up the tomatoes and serve the sauce as more of a chunky, rustic dish.

This is my go-to method in the winter. It is a fine recipe (and the best method for canned tomatoes), however my preference for fresh tomato sauce is roasting: roasting tomatoes (along with aromatics like onions and garlic, which I’ll address in a minute) concentrates their flavors and brings an element to the sauce that is impossible to achieve in any other way. In the summer, my favorite tomato sauce is simply roasted tomatoes, onions and garlic with a little bit of olive oil and salt. When the mixture comes out of the oven, I use my immersion blender to achieve the correct consistency, and I mix in some salt and dried basil for flavor.

3. Aromatics

I’ve already addressed this slightly in the above paragraph, but it deserves a section of its own. What makes a great tomato sauce special isn’t just the tomatoes, but the aromatics added to them. Traditionally, onions and/or garlic can both play a role (some purists claim that onions and garlic should not both be in the same tomato sauce, but I’ve always made it that way, and I’m not changing my mind now.)

Other aromatics that can make their way into your tomato sauce are carrots, which add another dimension of sweetness, and celery, which, when combined with carrots and onions, makes up the Italian trifecta of vegetables known as soffrito (a sort of Italian version of the French mirepoix). Any and all of these veggies can make an appearance in your sauce, depending on what you like. Traditionally, celery is reserved for meat-based sauces, while the other three can appear even in a regular tomato sauce.

4. Herbs and Spices

Salt, of course, is number one in tomato sauce. Tomatoes just don’t taste like tomatoes without a bit of salt.

Aside from salt, though, what other spices and herbs can appear in tomato sauce?

Both black and red pepper bring a nice heat and spiciness to the sauce, but in different ways. I use a little bit of both in my sauce. I also sometimes cook some red pepper in a bit of olive oil and add a ladleful of my regular old tomato sauce to make a quick and easy version of an arabbiata, or spicy tomato sauce.

As far as herbs are concerned, both basil and oregano are traditional parts of Italian tomato sauces. I like to use the dried versions, reserving fresh for dishes like pesto, where the fresh truly make a difference. If you are lucky enough to have a garden, feel free to use fresh basil, but stick with dried oregano: the flavor is usually better.

Oregano is what makes pizza sauce taste different from regular tomato sauce: if you like that pizza sauce flavor and can’t figure out the missing ingredient in your homemade sauce, 9/10 times, what you’re missing is oregano. I usually don’t use it in my pasta sauce, but some people like the taste.

5. Extras

Other additional ingredients include tomato paste and sugar. Both ingredients are intended to strengthen the tomato flavor and cut the acidity of the tomatoes. If you’re using canned tomatoes, have a taste: they may taste a bit tinny, and sugar should take care of this problem. If your tomatoes are fresh, however, or the tinned tomatoes are of high quality, you can skip this ingredient.

I nearly always throw in a little extra tomato paste, for an extra kick of flavor, but this step is not on everyone’s list, and it can be skipped if you like.

Tomato sauce can be stored up to one week in your fridge, or up to a month in the freezer. Alternately, you can can the sauce and store it in your pantry for a year.

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Steak-Frites

Yesterday, I addressed tapas, the traditional Spanish taster item that allows socializing at the bar to last well into the evening. Tapas have evolved from a mere bar snack to something gourmet: a sign of the fact that Barcelona is becoming a culinary capital in its own right.

However, with this title comes certain qualities, not all of them good. One of the unfortunate side effects of an increased popularity in the culinary culture of the city is the recent addition of nouvelle cuisine restaurants.

Don’t get me wrong: sometimes I love a tiny taster dish of something foamy, gelatine or powdered, just to keep up with the trends and to see if I can stumble upon anything truly creative. However, there comes a point when nouvelle cuisine goes too far, and I have to say that the steak-frites at Brown, a restaurant above Plaça Catalunya on the Rambla, is a prime example of this.

Brown comes off as a normal restaurant: a little fancy by Barcelona standards, maybe, but with normal menu items like pizza, pasta and steak-frites on the menu. The steak was lovely: perfectly cooked and seasoned. However, the steak was meant to be accompanied by fries. After he had downed one of Brown’s potent cocktails, my eating companion was looking forward to the large pile of fries that generally accompanies a steak in this sort of dinner situation.

There were, instead, four fries sitting in a perfectly constructed square next to the large steak. None of us quite knew what to say when the dish came out of the kitchen, and so the owner of the plate promptly reached down, picked one up, and took a bite. This was, of course, when the laughing and picture-taking began, thus the presence of three, rather than four, apparently delicious fries in my photo.

I understand small plates. I adore tapas. But there comes a point when it’s just too much, or in this case, too few, and fries are one of those food items when more is almost always better than less.

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Txapela


I am one of those people who, when in a restaurant, often ends up choosing at the last minute. Yeah… “Can you come to me last?” That’s me.

I know it’s annoying to others, but I can’t help it. There are always so many things on the menu I want to taste! When I was a vegetarian for a year, I was briefly relieved of this issue: there are seldom many vegetarian choices on most menus. However, when I came back to the dark (read: meat-eating) side, it was even worse. I am famous for always picking the best thing on the menu, but it often takes me a while to get there.

Not a problem at Txapela. This (difficult to pronounce) restaurant in Barcelona serves one thing: tapas.

As with most restaurants that specialize in one particular area, Txapela does tapas very well. You are presented with a menu of assorted tapas with both pictures and descriptions in order to make your decisions. Much in the vein of a sushi bar, you can order as much as you want to start, slowly ordering more and more if you are still hungry.

Alex and I visited Txapela in Plaça Catalunya when we were visiting Barcelona a few weeks ago. So as not to embarass him, I only took a few pictures.

This was one of my favorites. It was foie gras on applesauce served with fresh chives sprinkled over the top. I loved the combination of sweet and rich, and it was the perfect size for such a bite.

I try patatas bravas whenever they are offered, so I had to see how Txapela’s version measured up. The potatoes themselves were perfect: perfectly fried and hot, with just enough salt. To me, the sauce was a little bit too mayonnaise-y and didn’t pack the heat I usually love, but Alex loved the sauce and dipped his bread in it.

This was a cold, marinated octopus popsicle, of sorts. It was served with a mix of vegetables also marinated in the same acidic sauce. This one was delicious: the octopus perfectly tender and the veggie and marinade mix a perfect complement.

Other tapas that we sampled included melted brie with a spicy tomato sauce, a bite of filet mignon steak and spanish tortilla with baccala, or salted cod. Dessert was tapas-style as well, and though Alex was surprised to see that the ice cream he ordered could be finished in two or three bites, I was happy with my “cheesecake,” a slice of cheesy custard the consistancy of Jell-o with blueberry compote on top. I could get used to a restaurant where everything is bite-sized: no more decision making!

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Carrot-Tarragon Soup

I would pay a lot of money to be served this soup in a restaurant… which is quite frightening considering the fact that it cost me about 2 euros to pay for the ingredients. Eating this soup made me wonder how many times I’ve been tricked into paying 20 euros for something that barely cost the restaurant anything at all… but in the end, I just didn’t care.

I was so inspired by this recipe that it launched a two-week experiment in soups made with my trusty immersion blender… and it also inspired this week’s post over at Accidental Hedonist. I’ve tried several different soups this week and have met a lot of success (don’t worry… those recipes are coming.)

I’ve noticed that often, carrots are paired with ginger to make a soup. The reviews over at Epicurious, where I found the original recipe, suggested adding ginger and garlic to make the soup more flavorful… but for once I decided to forgo the reviews and go with the original, and I’m so glad I did! The sweetness of the carrots combined with the unexpected but complimentary flavor of tarragon was a novel idea. If you’re worried that there won’t be enough flavor, you could consider roasting the carrots to bring out more of their natural sweetness, but I adored the soup as-is.

Carrot-Tarragon Soup (Adapted from Bon Appétit)
1 teaspoon butter
1 teaspoon olive oil
1/2 pound carrots, cut into 1-inch pieces
1 onion, chopped
1 cup water

1/8 cup orange juice
1 teaspoon Scotch whiskey
1 tablespoon dried tarragon

salt and pepper

Heat the butter and olive oil over high heat in a skillet. Add the onion and a pinch of salt, and sauté until softened and slightly browned. Add the carrots and cook together for two minutes. Add the water and bring to a boil. Cover and reduce the heat, and cook until the carrots are soft.

Using an immersion blender, blend the carrots and onions together. Add the tarragon, orange juice, whiskey and a generous amount of black pepper. Cook together over low heat for five minutes. Taste to check for seasonings.

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Accidental Hedonist

Today over at Accidental Hedonist, I’m talking about a simple technique I’ve found for cooking for one.  Check it out!

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Sangria on Las Ramblas

In Spain, Sangria has become a sort of tourist trap: every restaurant offers it, even if it isn’t very good and is little more than bad red wine and orange juice. More often than not, the emphasis is on quality, not quantity: on las Ramblas I was served this liter of Sangria with a supremely long straw.

I’m not complaining. I’m not above drinking a liter of sweetened wine, but a true good Sangria is a combination of several ingredients that come together and mix and end up providing a drink that’s complex and delicious, not just sweet and alcoholic with fruit floating in it.

I’m sorry to say that a lot of the Sangria that I tried in Barcelona fell into the latter category. It’s perfectly drinkable and tasty, but it isn’t what I think of when I think of Sangria. The drink I was served reminded me more of a fruity cocktail like a cosmopolitan than the Spanish beverage.

How strange, then, to find that the tiny bar Alex and I fell into (literally… I was wearing very high heels that were entirely inappropriate for a walk through the 11th) served a perfectly spicy Sangria. Alex didn’t like it as much as I did, but I couldn’t get enough. Reminiscent of mulled wine, but chilled and with an orange slice, this deep red drink featured all sorts of spices and flavors that complemented each other and the wine itself. And to top it all off, a generous glass of the house-made Sangria during happy hour was only 3.50.

So you can imagine how angry I am with myself that I managed to forget to get both the name and the address of the bar. What I can tell you is that the address is an odd-numbered building before 51, rue Montreuil. I’m planning on heading back to that neighborhood on Sunday, so I’ll be sure to make a note for any of you who may be interested in a true Sangria experience, even if it is displaced from sunny Barcelona to Paris.

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Wednesday How Tos: Polenta

Polenta is the Italian word for boiled cornmeal mush. Polenta can either be eaten in its porridge-like state, or baked and used as a sort of semi-soft material that can be topped with sauce or deep fried and served like a cornmeal French fry to dip in marinara sauce. But in order to get there, you first have to learn…

How to Cook Polenta:

You’ll need…

yellow cornmeal
milk
salt
a saucepan
a whisk

1. In your saucepan, heat 2 cups of milk until nearly boiling, but not quite. (Boiling is big bubbles… you want to see little bubbles on the surface, but not enough for the milk to scald.

2. Add about a teaspoon of salt. You can check for seasoning later.

3. Sprinkle in 1/2 cup of cornmeal and begin whisking. Whisk constantly until the polenta is cooked. (Sidebar: In Italy, you’re taught to stir the polenta in only one direction and to never change the direction. I don’t know what happens if you do… I’ve never changed direction to find out.)

Depending on what sort of cornmeal you use, the cooking process can take anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes. You’ll know it’s done when it has the consistency of porridge. Taste for seasoning, and then use it either plain, as a side dish, or add a few extra flavors to make it a meal. Some suggestions…

… for sweet polenta…

Try adding a tablespoon of butter and a tablespoon of maple syrup. Sprinkle some chopped pecans and bananas over the top for a hearty breakfast.

… for savory polenta…

Top with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese and stick the whole thing under the broiler for a minute to allow the cheese to melt.

… for decadent polenta…

Prepare a mushroom cream sauce (What? You don’t know how to make mushroom cream sauce? Hmm… I’ll have to remedy that) or an alfredo pasta sauce and serve it on top.

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Baked Peas with Yogurt and Tarragon

When I set out to make this dish yesterday, I was positive that, for once, I was going to follow a recipe. It was a simple one, and I had my list of ingredients all ready to go: all I had to do was pick up some peas, yogurt and some scallions. I headed out to the supermarket… only to find that my cheap favorite, Ed, didn’t stock scallions. I debated heading to another market, but instead I just bought regular onions and headed home. That’s when the series of changes started.

Soon after, I decided that I didn’t want to blend the dressing ahead of time: I was going to cook the onions with the peas on the stovetop, and then add the yogurt and pistachios. It looked so good on the stovetop when I stirred the yogurt in… I should have followed my intuition and eaten it right then and there. But I diligently followed one recipe instruction and stuck the whole thing in the oven for 15 minutes. When it came out, it was dry… not at all saucy and creamy like I had expected.

In the end, I adored the combination of flavors. I was surprised that tarragon, an herb that I’m not too familiar with but that I generally associate with creamy steak sauce, would go so well with peas, something I tend to always pair with mint. Throw in pistachios, and this healthy, hearty veggie dish was completely golden and more than enough for supper. But next time, I’ll stick with my instincts: if I’m going to stray from a recipe, I should go all the way with it.

Before I leave you, two things: firstly, the blog where I found the recipe, 101 Cookbooks, is one of my new favorites. I absolutely adore the recipes and the photos. I think I’ve added about half of the recipes on the site to my list of things to try. If you haven’t been by yet, be sure to check it out.

Also, I’ve decided (after a request this afternoon on how to cook polenta) to integrate a new theme on my blog. Every Wednesday, I’m going to take a technique that is a bit old hat for most of us food bloggers out there and really teach it to those of you who may just be starting out cooking. Everything from properly slicing, dicing, chopping and mincing to the best way to cook broccoli and basic techniques behind classics like risotto and polenta. Stay tuned… I’m psyched!

Peas with Yogurt and Tarragon (adapted from 101 Cookbooks)

Note: This isn’t the way I made it, but it’s the way I think it should be made, and the way I will make it in the future. The only difference is the absence of baking.
1 tsp. olive oil
1 small yellow onion, diced
2 cups frozen peas
3 tbsp. Greek yogurt
1 tbsp. dried tarragon
1/4 cup pistachios, chopped
salt

Heat the oil in a skillet over medium-high heat. Add the onions and some salt sweat until sweet and translucent. Add the peas and defrost in the skillet with the onions. When the peas are fully warmed, turn off the heat of the skillet. Add the yogurt, tarragon and pistachios. Taste and season with salt if needed.

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Paella… Again


I wrote once before about paella, a while back, but I have to do it once more, mostly because paella in Mallorca, just as it is vastly different from the version my mother makes at home, is also vastly different from the ones found in Barcelona.

When Alex and I were in Barcelona, I let him know about my personal obsession with sticking with native food. Whenever I travel, I feel the need to always eat that which the region is known for: never mind that I may be in the mood for simple spaghetti with tomato sauce (a craving that hits more often than I’d care to admit), in Interlaken, I’m eating rosti, in Rome I’m sampling the cacio e pepe or amatriciana, and in Barcelona, I’m most definitely going for tapas or paella, which is how I managed to eat tapas at least five times during my stay in the city, and paella twice.

The first thing I noticed about this paella marinara that Alex and I ordered to share (and failed miserably at finishing) was the abundance of both tomato-based sauce and whole pieces of seafood. I had always thought of paella as a rice dish, but this pile of mussels, squid and prawns most definitely considered rice the afterthought. While this particular version was a bit too heavily salted for my liking, both of the two versions I tried in Barcelona were a far throw from the tinted yellow rice I knew. I loved it.

My main problem with paella had always been its tendency to become dry: I love the crispy, crunchy bottom layer of rice that clings to the paella pan (which this dish did not lack at all), but I always find myself sprinkling Tabasco over the rice of a “typical” (as I knew it) paella, not only to pump up the spice, but to keep the starchy grains from growing too dry. The abundance of sauce along with the massive shellfish reminded me more of similarly spirited Italian pasta dishes, where the carb becomes secondary to the fish and sauce. It’s a different method and attitude towards paella, but I embraced it thoroughly.

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Canned Sangria

With all of the Sangria I tried in Barcelona (and yes, I am one of those wacky people who loves the sweetened wine decorated with slices of fruit), it may come as a shock that one of my favorites came out of a can.

This Sangria was ready-made: much in the spirit of Starbucks doubleshot (which, for the record, I can’t stand), the guesswork of ordering a drink that is so varied because of its made-to-order nature was canceled out. This left only the parts of Sangria that I love: the sweetness, the bright red color, the certain alcohol percentage… and made sure that the parts that often make Sangria an unpleasant experience: diluted ice, old fruit, an unexpectedly disproportionate alcohol content, were nowhere to be found.

I’m not saying that this canned Sangria is the best I’ve ever had: that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I can think of an incredible Sangria cava (with white wine) that had strawberries floating in it and tasted like heaven. And I have to say that pouring my own Sangria over a plain glass of ice made me realize how much of my love for Sangria is based entirely upon the fact that traditionally, the drink comes with a free snack floating in the glass. But when it comes to deciding between an unfamiliar and possibly unpleasant version of one of my favorite apéro choices or this mediocre but consistent alternative, I’d definitely grab a can (or two) again in the future.

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