By Mary Ann Fitzmorris
Here is the big day on the Canada cruise. The first time we arrived in Halifax, we rented a car and drove to the historic little town of Lunenburg, where I had the only good lobster of my life. It was in a little red cottage restaurant in this cute little town, and it came right from the water.
We drove around Halifax the rest of the day discovering, of all things, fresh sauerkraut plants. Someone explained it derives from the German immigrants there.
The next time we docked in Halifax, we ran into Peter, a limo driver looking for patrons. Six of us get in and had so marvelous a day that Tom–who has an oddly strong interest in Halifax–still talks about it. (When I get my turn again in this space, I will tell more about Halifax and its astonishing history–Tom.)
We called Peter again this year and he told us he couldn’t possibly accommodate 82 people, and furthermore, the lobster pound was closed to the public. We gathered enough limos to take everyone, and took Peter’s suggestion to have lobster at a tiny restaurant near Peggy’s Cove, another adorable town featuring a lunar landscape.
The rock formations along the water are unique to this area, at least in my experience.
Shaw’s Landing is the tiny restaurant, and we went straight there for lunch. It was quite cd and windy outside, but luckily also crisp and sunny. Half of us had to eat outside to make it work. It was delightful out there once we got used to it, and the scenery was a definite plus.
We had a beer, a lobster with garlic butter, and a really good potato salad. For $50 all-inclusive I wouldn’t call it a great value, but in large groups it is a challenge to please everyone.
It was on to Peggy’s Cove after, where our time was cut short from a lunch that ran longer than expected. It was also frightfully windy there this day, almost unpleasantly so.
The scenic route was just that, and soon we arrived at a maple syrup purveyor, who was quite entertaining. Loaded up with maple products, we made our way to the Titanic cemetery, and the scene of an explosion that leveled most of Halifax. It was caused by sort of a game of chicken between passing ships, and a whole lot of combustible chemicals.
Arriving back at the dock, I learned that the boardwalk in Halifax goes a very long way, but does not have a lot of “stuff”. There is a very nice museum and a few restaurants, one older called Murphy’s, and one new hip one. There was a shop or two, and a new section of establishments in shipping containers, all already closed for the season.
I walked endlessly till time ran out, and the most interesting places are actually directly across from the ship–a good pizza place and a large and loud brewery.
After several trips here, I still haven’t seen downtown Halifax. Maybe next time.
I came up with this one for a midsummer dinner party. It was a long meal and the weather was very warm. I wanted a cold soup, and was originally thinking about gazpacho, but while shopping I saw some nice avocados and thought, why not? This is more than just watered-down guacamole. You need to puree it, which guacamole really shouldn’t be. Also, although you want to serve the soup cold, chilling avocados for any length of time causes them to turn very dark and unappealing. So you must make it right before serving. One more thing. Although I won’t even try to make guacamole dip without Hass avocados, this soup works well with even the big, shiny Florida avocados–as long as they’re completely ripe and soft to the touch.
- 3 tomatillos
- 1 medium sweet onion, chopped
- 10 sprigs cilantro, leaves only, chopped
- 1/4 cup lime juice
- 2 Tbs. olive oil
- 2 small cloves garlic
- 2 Tbs. Tabasco jalapeno pepper sauce
- 3 large ripe tomatoes, skinned and seeded (depending on size)
- 1 tsp. salt
- 5 medium Hass avocados (or 3 Florida avocados), fully ripe
- 2 cups light chicken stock
- Sour cream
- Red onion
- Cilantro leaves
- Chopped fresh tomato
1. Microwave the tomatillos on 70 percent power for four minutes. Let them cool, then peel them and cut into quarters. Remove the seeds, then chop.
2. Combine the tomatillos in a non-metallic bowl with all the other ingredients except the avocados. Then scoop the meat out of the avocados and add it to the mix. Stir.
3. In batches, process the mix in a food processor to a rough puree.
4. Whisk in the chicken stock (or water). Taste and adjust salt and pepper levels. (Use hot sauce for the pepper part.)
5. Place a piece of plastic wrap over the surface of the soup, and refrigerate for no more than an hour. Serve in chilled bowls. Garnish with sour cream, chopped cilantro, chopped fresh tomato, and chopped onion.
October 14, 2017
Thanksgiving (Nov. 23): 41
This is National Food Bank Week. This publication and the Eat Club have long supported the Second Harvester’s Food Bank here in the New Orleans area, and not just for obvious reasons. The organization operates so frugally that anything you give to them goes where it’s supposed to. It’s hard to imagine that there are hungry people in our country, but there are plenty–and an alarmingly high percentage of them are children. It would be worth supporting for that reason alone. They have many events throughout the year that you can help with. Click here for our local food bank’s web site.
Today is Tasso Day throughout the entire Cajun world. Tasso is usually made from pork shoulder, heavily seasoned, salted, and smoked. It acquires a texture about halfway to jerky, with a dense, dark brown crust redolent of the seasonings and smoke. It is cut into small dice and used as a seasoning in a wide range of Cajun dishes. It imparts its three main flavors to anything it touches. It’s particularly popular in dishes with rich sauces, but it can turn up in almost anything.
You can make your own tasso by coating cellphone-size pieces of pork shoulder with as much Cajun-Creole seasoning as will stick to it, wrapping it, and letting it refrigerate a day or two. Then smoke it in a hot smoker at about 200 degrees until it begins to get noticeably stiff, but not dry. It lasts a long time wrapped and refrigerated after that.
The word “tasso” probably descends from the Spanish word tasajo, a Latin American word for smoked beef jerky.
This is also National Chocolate-Covered Insect Day. While those are certainly so exotic as to appeal only to those whose tastes are adventuresome, they never have been considered among the world’s most delicious treats. The most interesting are the “repletes,” members of a species of ant whose bodies are used to store nectar inside the colony. They’re the size of small grapes, and are supposed to be very sweet and good. Never had one, or even seen one. When I first started writing about food, I was often asked by people who didn’t know any better whether I ate chocolate-covered ants.
Deft Dining Rule #142
The combination of tasso, cream, and seafood is a magic potion, defeating even the incompetence of tasteless chefs. Order it anywhere you see it.
Tasso, Alabama is a country crossroads seventy-three miles west of Montgomery. This is former cotton-plantation country, still being farmed while many of the former fields return to woodland. Some of them are peach orchards, some of the best in the country. The Alabama River passes about a mile to the east. It’s a very lightly populated area, with the nearest restaurant twelve miles west in Safford, The Spot Cafe. Thirteen miles north in Selma are quite a few more restaurants, notably Mama’s Kitchen and Grill.
pissaladiere, [pih-sah-LAH-dih-ehr], French, n.–A flatbread baked with a topping of olive oil and salty items like olives, capers, anchovies and other salted fish. Inspired by Italian cookery, its resemblance to a pizza is not accidental. Pissaladiere is a specialty in Provence, where it’s served as an appetizer, a lunch, or even as a breakfast item, hot right out of the oven, like a pizza. Classically, it doesn’t have any cheese, but some chefs in these parts (where it pops up every now and then) grate a little Parmigiana over it. The first part of the name is not a reference to pizza, but to salted fish (pisce-sala). In short, it’s more of a treat than the unfortunate spelling of its name might suggest.
Food Through History
Today in 1066, William the Conqueror conquered King Harold in the Battle of Hastings, and the Normans took over England. They brought the French language and culture to England, changing those of the Anglo-Saxons. The English have ever since had a strong taste for things French, particularly the wines. It’s no coincidence that the British have always figured prominently in the history of Bordeaux wines in particular. They certainly have been Bordeaux’s best customers. Speaking of the Normans. . . they have a charming tradition of taking a shot of Calvados–the apple brandy made in Normandy–in the middle of a big meal. They call it le trou Normande–the Norman hole, which the Calvados burns in your stomach to let more food in.
Celebrity Chefs Today
Thomas Keller, the owner of The French Laundry in the Napa Valley and per se in New York, was born today in 1955. During the past decade, no other American restaurant has garnered the acclaim that the Laundry has. It routinely appears at or near the top of all Best Restaurants/Chefs In The Country/World lists. Lately, Keller’s New York eatery, per se (they spell it in lowercase like that) has also been up there. Both the French Laundry and per se have three stars from Michelin; only two other chefs in the world can claim two of those constellations. Dinner in either place involves committing an entire evening to a set tasting menu, and spending in excess of $200 per person (at least). I haven’t been to either; I figure they’re getting plenty enough coverage from other media. I’ll go after they’re no longer the hottest restaurant on earth, at which time Keller will still be at least as good, and probably better. I can’t seem to detect the flavor of fame.
Food And Travel
This is the birthday, in 1905, of Eugene Fodor, who founded the series of travel guidebooks that bear his name. Fodor’s is still one of the leading publishers of such books, with titles covering almost any place you might consider traveling to. They all give as much coverage to restaurants and food as to anything else. Because how better to experience an exotic place than to eat the food of the people there? It’s very appropriate that Fodor was born in Hungary.
Ellison Capers, a brigadier general in the Confederate Army, was born today in 1837. . . DeJuan Wheat, a professional basketball player, was at the top of the key today in 1973.
Words To Eat By
“I had left home (like all Jewish girls) in order to eat pork and take birth control pills. When I first shared an intimate evening with my husband I was swept away by the passion, so dormant inside myself, of a long and tortured existence. The physical cravings I had tried so hard to deny finally and ultimately were sated–but enough about the pork.”–Roseanne Barr.
Words To Drink By
“At the beginning of the World God created wine for man’s health, since it is more precious than any other drink and more natural to him.”–Francesc Eiximenis, monk from the 1200s.