Brunch is always one of those meals you love to eat but never think about cooking yourself. It requires getting up early after a long night of doing things to yourself that were probably inappropriate and then cutting stuff with sharp things and cooking things near hot stuff. It is really the realm of Dad’s and those braver than I.

That being said the morning after our Harvest Party in Boston we decided to take a hand at cooking without sleep and having a many cocktail instead of water to properly ride that dog home. Wow that was tough to write and to read I am sorry.

We wrangled up a local by the name of Heather Walleston, who has been by far one of the most influential forces in my culinary pursuits and education. We chatted on some ideas and built a nice little menu that was able to blend sweet and savory with the right amount of liquor to get us in proper shape for the ride back to Brooklyn.

Menu:
1. Black Grits and Butter Poached Shrimp with a Charred Corn Gremolata
2. Poached Scrambled Eggs and Ricotta with Wild Boar Potatoes O’Brien and Radish and Fennel Salad
3. French Toast Suzette with Orange Butter and Brandy Syrup, Meyer Lemon Pot de Crème
4. Melon Terrine and Tomato Salad with Mozzarella and a spiced balsamic reduction

Menu created with Daniel Castaño and Heather Walleston.
Homemade bitters for the Negronis provided by Eugene Edele.

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com.

Unless unlabeled then I took them all by myself!

Black Grits and Butter Poached Shrimp with a Charred Corn Gremolata

Our obsession with black things seems to be growing by the minute. The light sea taste from the black grits was delightful when paired with the sweet buttery shrimp. We hoped that charred corn Gremolata would give the dish a little lightness and sparkle. Bring some acid and get some heavy nonsense out of the way.

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com.

Finished with a touch of black Cypriote salt

Poached Scrambled Eggs and Ricotta with Wild Boar Potatoes O’Brien and Radish and Fennel Salad

Home making ricotta is easy and creates such a superb richness that it is something I wish to teach to everyone I meet. These poached scrambled eggs started as a crostini topping with James, originally done with duck eggs and topped with a little olive oil and chives, but in this form the suppleness from the poached eggs and the richness from the ricotta played well with the brightness from the radish and fennel salad and the salt and savory of the hash.

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com

French Toast Suzette with Orange Butter and Brandy Syrup, Meyer Lemon Pot de Crème

Heather was all over this dish with amazingness. The suzette started off as crepes and then moved to toast with a stroke of challa. There seems to be some fennel in there for lovelyness

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com

These were oranges of some interesting variety, the name of which, I have totally forgotten. (look at me not ending that sentence with a preposition!)

This little iceberg looking wedge was the French toast. We cut the bread with a cube shape and battered it all lovely getting the juice as deep as we could. It was then topped with the pompadour of orange butter and set to sail.

The bandy syrup was almost as dazzling as Mark Low’s whisky syrup and paired well with the orange in everything.

After we cut the cube from the challa we buttered, compressed and toasted the leftover bread and made crisp squares that were filled with the Pot de Crème.

Heather double fisting the whisking situation

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com

Melon Terrine and Tomato Salad with Mozzarella and a spiced balsamic reduction

Brave little soldiers getting ready to be glued into nice bricks of melon terrine

Photo Christina Wegs © 2008 www.christinawegs.com

Here is just a collection of food pornography from our pig roast collected by a good friend Tim Ireland, dangerous drummer and all around good dancer. I will try to be witty and explicit as I make mention of the situation in which the dark and devilish images were captured in, and when they are light and beautiful I will try not to let that same wit over power the beauty of the image.

Photo – Tim Ireland ©2008 www.irelandscaped.com

When cooking Collard Greens you are unknowingly producing two separate and equally delightful dishes; the collards themselves and the pot lickies. Now you might think that something called pot lickies is mildly off putting in name alone please try to remember that this viscous liquid that remains after the cooked greens have been served is based with bacon, sautéed onions and an assortment of chilies. It is then thickened with the hours of steeping green and cider vinegar; not to mention the smoky delight of the ham hocks that splinter and dissolve, adding a certain gelatinous delight to the broth. Eat your greens and then reserve this for making out with whenever you get a pork hangering. Some old creole friends of mine used to say that it was medicinal and would give it to the sick, I completely believe them.

Pickling is my new favorite thing. Think about it and get back to me. No I mean really think about it.

I will show you some of the more unexpected delights that I have endeavored into recently that will shock you with a repulsive drive to say, “you are wrong my friend. That is disgusting and I refuse your pressures.” You might be right to say such things when you hear about strawberries, peaches, pasta, laser beams, but that prejudice should be completely put aside when I tell you that right now, this very second you should go pickle five head of garlic. After quietly snacking on them while watching TV or with cheese and dried meats in bed with your naked friend, or on your salads with dieters and healthiers, over the next two weeks and then you decide to pickle ten heads for the second round say thank you to me and come back for the expanding list of things you should pickle and add to the collection in your cupboard.

This pile was the one of the hardest thing for people to deal with. To say that there was some anticipation in the crowd waiting for the food to be served would underestimate the skill of the team of people involved in seasoning, cutting and slapping pig around all morning. These ribs needed to rest before being portioned and there was a palatable anger emanating from the people who were standing right next to the butcher table just wanting to grab one rib, one quick bit, just one snack before the meal was served. Good things come to those who wait, better things come to those who wait patiently, the best of releases come after hours of teasing and flagrant tantalization.

I am not sure that this means anything to you, but this was 12” across and 36” long. It was 60C (140F), it seared the gloves onto your hands, it steamed in your face, it splattered on your shirt (and vest if you are named Jonathan). It was spiced, its spice burned your eyes, whetted your palate, flaked apart under your hand. It wait and drove tens of people to the point of furious desire, it was covered in sauces; dirty and sweet, bitter and pungent, homemade and delightful (thank you Hunter).

This is just gratuitous and I know that. You are also welcome; even you vegetarians. I know you secretly covet this. I have seen your reaction to it on my table, in restaurants next to me, in the backs of cabs as you hover over my lips after a meal as we head over bridges and under tunnels. It is ok, it is really that good and we all happily will keep enticing you until you come back into the fold.

This is the start of so many of the things we eat it is almost impossible to separate from our diets. If only the government could figure out a way to grow onions with corn; direct oil injections, corn oil fertilizer I am sure our c4 ratios would be near complete. Until then we can sit back and delight in the sweetness of onions in and on everything.

Getting it done

Roasted pig skin, glazed with apple cider vinegar mop that had just a touch of pepper sauce and a schmear of ketchup to allow for a slight caramelizing. Undoubtedly at some point it will rupture and spill the delicious fat back out on to the hot coals, but just pray that you are close by when this happens so you can enjoy the fuliginous haze that will settle over the campfire and coat your skin with a fine glaze.

Two weekends ago we roasted a pig in my backyard. As much as that sentence stands alone on its own I haven’t fully prepared myself to talk about the nonsense that was that magical event. I am on the other hand ready to speak about these little treats we made after being awake for 36 hours.

I have recently discovered that I love fermented eggs, especially this Chinese variety that glisten in the light and have the most amazing pine flowers. I could be wrong but I am pretty sure the way they make these is by packing them in pot ash and burying them in the ground for 40 days. I am pretty sure that you can make your own my creating a very alkaline water solution somewhere near 5% salt, 5% lye. I am also sure that using lye only requires about 5-7 days but only makes the eggs transparent brown with green yolks instead of this magical black with blue yolk. The final thing that I am positive of is that you have to use duck or quail eggs, chicken eggs definitely don’t work for some reason. This being said I will let you know about turkey, pheasants and any other foul eggs I can in addition to any edible reptile eggs I can get my hands on.

This first batch was cut into eights and piled on a pile of pickled vegetables and topped with friend shallots. Those onions were sharp with vinegar and spice that did an amazing job of offsetting the “egg jelly” flavor of the whites and the crunchy shallots played perfect foil to the creamy rotting of the yolks. A touch of aged soy and scallions rounded it all off nicely. Rotting food can be good.

Thank you Janis for the eggs, thank you Sunny for the drunken pickling, thank you Evan for getting really close to food you are about to eat with a camera.