A Partridge in a Pear Tree…

2006.May.14 Sunday · 9 comments

in Casa SaltShaker, Food & Recipes

Buenos Aires – It began innocently enough, with an e-mail, as things often do these days. It was a few days after my announcement about opening up Casa SaltShaker for dinners. I’d met Alberto in November when I took him up on a free tour he was offering. We’ve kept in touch, so receiving an e-mail from him was not completely out of the ordinary. A two week conversation ensued, excerpted below:

Alberto: I have been discussing the possibility of having dinner at your place with three Americans who are coming in a couple of weeks. The Americans have chosen you over MAAT, which was another alternative I gave them. The Americans are hunters. If they bring “perdices”, do you think you could cook them? I would like to approve the menu. Would that be possible?”

Me: “In terms of perdices, yes, I can cook partridges, no problem. I’m delighted that they want to eat here rather than at Maat, much as I like Maat. In terms of menu approval, I guess that depends what you mean. I definitely have my own style of cooking that’s fairly “New York” in execution.”

Alberto: “Of course what I meant was could I approve the contents of the menu, not the style. Say, for instance, if you were going to give us apples for dessert, I hate apples, so that would not be a good idea, from MY point of view. Besides, more jokingly, I wouldn’t DREAM of interfering with any chef’s style, particularly not with yours.”

Me: “You’d be surprised how many people do though, so not so much for your perspective as a fellow profesional, but I was more concerned about the tourists themselves – I’ve gotten requests from people already to do things like “can you cook this dish from my mother’s recipe and serve it to my friends?” – which, in general, I’d rather not do, at least not at home, though, I offer to drop it off at their home and let them claim they cooked it!”

Alberto: “They have not confirmed yet that they can bring partridges, because they are predominantly duck hunting. I already told them that the partridges should be cleaned and kept cold, until they bring them. However, I repeat, I don’t have a final answer about that, yet.” [Note: Somewhere in here they decided against bringing their own birds, though I can’t find that e-mail.]

Alberto: “Try to find a dessert I’ll like, such as Postre Rogel, or some kind of local thing with Dulce de Leche. On second thought, how would you feel about Crepes Suzette? Let me know.”

Me: “I’ll come up with an interesting dulce de leche based dessert for you!”

Alberto: “Any news about that dulce de leche based dessert?”

Me: “Trust me, it’ll be something good.”

Alberto: “Are there any good heladerí­as near your home?”

Casa SaltShaker - May 13 menu
The “tourists” turned out to be three completely charming gentlemen from the southern U.S., who indeed had been out duck hunting at one of the nearby estancias. Along with them, Alberto, and four other guests whom they’d invited – a party of eight. I’d decided on a menu that was at least partially based in Argentine culture, but then took off in various directions. We had a bit of a panic just before their arrival when Henry suddenly more or less collapsed with a bout of intense shivering and a fever of several degrees. Put him to bed, and he was fine by a few hours later; thankfully. And, luckily, his niece was here for the weekend, so I tore her away from her math homework and episodes of Los Simpson and pressed her into service helping serve food, pour water, and wash dishes.

Smoked Tomato CheesecakeI know a few of you are looking at the menu going “Smoked Tomato Cheesecake? Is he insane?” In fact, the guests all later admitted that they’d had the same thought but were willing to trust me on this one. But remember, the day before I did a menu out of chocolate. This is actually one of my personal favorites – a “signature” dish if I have one – something I used to do in bite-size when catering as an hors d’oeuvre. Even served this at my dad’s 60th birthday party which I catered for him. But I understand the reaction – most folks, and especially here, think of cheesecake as strictly a dessert. This has a shortbread crust that is spiced with things like curry powder, chili powder, turmeric, cayenne pepper, and paprika. The cheese part is a pretty classic baked cheesecake recipe (not “New York style”, more of old style European), sans the sugar and vanilla, and flavored with chopped sun-dried tomatoes, marjoram, smoked salt, and lemon.

Pork, Chard, and Walnut EmpanadasHere’s a question for the Argentine folk who read the blog. Why aren’t there pork empanadas? There are empanadas made from beef, chicken, lamb, various fish and shellfish, cheeses, and several different vegetables. But I’ve never seen, nor heard of, Pork Empanadas here (other than ham). I know they exist in Spain, especially grilled pork versions, they exist in Mexico, where barbecued pork and chipotle fillings are popular in many places for Cinco de Mayo. But, seemingly, not in Argentina. And it’s not like Argentines don’t eat pork. Filling the pork empanadasSo, my version – pork sauteed with red onion, garlic, chard, finely ground walnuts (I wanted to use pecans as the flavor is a slightly better match, but the stores in the neighborhood were all out), marjoram, salt, and crushed green peppercorns. Once the filling was cooled, it was a relatively simple matter of making the empanadas themselves (I did NOT make my own empanada dough, there are too many places here where one can buy ready made and quite good empanada dough), and brushing them with a light egg wash to get that shiny glow.

Now, I should point out that with things a little crazier than normal, I completely forgot to take photos during the dinner. I’d taken them during the prep process, here and there, but didn’t remember to take any during the actual service. So, unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of the main course, the steak. I had enough extra of the other dishes for us to eat later that I could recreate them and take the photos, but the steak is lost to all time. However, it looked like a steak on a plate, with a scoop of salsa next to it, and a pool of vegetable puree. Radishes for my salsaThis picture, however, are strange radishes that I found. I didn’t find them intentionally, I wasn’t paying close attention a couple of days ago and thought I was buying a bunch of parsnips for a chicken soup. When I started to cut one up I realized my mistake, and also realized the leaves are completely wrong for a parsnip. But, since I had the radish salsa planned, I decided to use these instead of regular red radishes. They were a little bit more amargo than regular radishes, so I picked up a small daikon when I was in Chinatown the other day to balance it off a little. The salsa’s pretty simple, and one I’ve used many times with steak – chopped radishes, green onion, mint, olive oil, salt and pepper. The cool, freshness of the mint balances the spice of the radishes nicely, at least for my palate – and since almost everyone ate it all last night, I’m guessing it was true. The steaks were marinated for the day in a spicy marinade of sambal and lime juice.

Indonesians make a range of relishes, based on chilies, called sambals. Some are fiercely hot because the chili seeds have been left in; all are highly aromatic. Possibly the most basic of sambals is the sambal oelek, a pounded paste of fresh red chilies, salt, and brown sugar. You can even buy sambal oelek in most asian markets. For marinating purposes like this, I prefer to make my own. The marinade was a liquified mixture of the juice of six limes, six fresh red chilies (seeded, I didn’t want to go overboard on the heat), 1 tablespoon of salt, and 1 tablespoon of brown sugar. The steaks, bife de chorizos, were marinated for about 8 hours in the mixture.

Dulce de LecheI’d agreed to provide Alberto with his requested dulce de leche, even if I wasn’t going to tell him what I was going to make from it. I was inspired a bit by that extraordinary orange custard tart I had a week or two ago at Il Matterello. Step one, of course, was to make the dulce de leche. Yes, make it. I have yet to find a commercial one that isn’t just over-the-top cloyingly sweet, not to mention tasting a trifle, well, commercial – after all, they add things to them to stabilize them for sitting on shelves in supermarkets. And the really good artesanal ones are outrageously expensive. This is going to sound like a joke, but it’s not, and a few minutes’ online research will show you I’m not making this up. Buy some cans of sweetened condensed milk. Phyllo tart shellsPut them in a large pot (unopened!) and fill with cold water that covers the cans by at least 3-4″ – you need water pressure above the cans to stop them from blowing up. Bring to a boil over medium heat and then turn the heat down to very low, to keep just a bare simmer going. Let them simmer for exactly 3½ hours. Less and the dulce de leche won’t be done, you’ll have caramel soup, more and it gets too dark and tastes slightly burnt. Turn off the heat, and let them cool in the water. When cool, open and enjoy. For presentation, I decided to do something slightly different, and picked up some phyllo dough. I’m not going to get into the intricacies of working with phyllo, but I like the way it ends up when making tart shells – a bit freeform.

Dulce de Leche and Orange phyllo tartsI think Alberto was reasonably happy with my surprise dulce de leche dessert. I know the host of the evening and his friends were, because they kept raving about it. In final execution it was pretty simple – the phyllo tart shells, filled with a generous dollop (¼ cup or so) of dulce de leche, topped with orange supremes (orange segments without the skin – not hard to do – here’s a great photo essay, step-by-step on how to do it), and candied orange peel (also quite easy, though a trifle time-consuming) – and then since the oven was still hot from empanada baking and finishing off two of the steaks that were requested well-done, I stuck them in the oven to warm up, which also helps the dulce de leche seem less cloying!


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ksternberg May 15, 2006 at 23:19

Them is three lucky hunters, Dan. Extremely fascinating menu. I’m curious to know what they drank with dinner.

dan May 15, 2006 at 23:48

1 bottle of Don Cristobal 1492 Verdelho, 2005; 2 bottles of Sur de los Andes Bonarda, 2004; both from me, and 1 bottle of Luigi Bosca Malbec 2004 that one of them brought as a gift for the host.

Oh, and one of the guests gave me a delightful (soon to be drunk) bottle of Angelica Zapata Malbec Alta 2001!

saint May 23, 2006 at 19:04

Hi Dan,

Again, thanks for the wonderful dinner. I hope you enjoy that bottle of wine. That is one of my favorites! It was nice meeting you. As you know I’ve been a fan of the site for a while. Keep up the good work.



Coastin May 23, 2006 at 20:44

Aloha Dan,

Yep, as mentioned we were three lucky hunters. It was so nice to get a home prepared gourmet dinner in such a warm and friendly setting. We felt lucky to be able to have been in Bs As during the launch of Casa Saltshaker. You told us about each serving as they were presented which was great, but reading about the individual ingrediants and the time spent for such a dinner was truly special. The wines were wonderful, and sorry the steaks were consumed so quickly…lol



dan May 23, 2006 at 23:08

Glad you guys enjoyed it! It was a pleasure to have you here, and thank you for including me in the conversation at the end of the dinner. I do tend to get bored hanging out in the kitchen after the food is done with nothing to do. Especially as Henry’s niece cleaned all the dishes as she brought them back in! I didn’t even have cleanup to do!

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