Gagne Family Sukiyaki: This is going to be complicated

My Dad was born in Ontario, Canada, and my Mum was born in Lincolnshire, England. That's already a somewhat complicated life. Now take all that and move it to Bainbridge Island, Washington. That places the ingredients of my background into a cultural mix that includes people from the Philippines, and Japan, not to mention other places.

My Mum converted to Roman Catholicism in order to marry my Dad, and that put her into a community by default. She may have been utterly rejected by her new in-laws (she was) but she had a built-in community at Saint Cecelia's Church. I suppose that's where this story really starts.

My God-mother was a woman named Kimiko Sakai, but we all grew up knowing her as Auntie Kim. She and her husband Toshio (Uncle Tosh) went to our same church, and she and my Mum built a friendship out of their shared sense of being alien. Despite having been born and raised on Vashon Island, Kimiko knew she would alway be 'other' because of her Japanese heritage. To her credit, my Mum understood that, though her own English background was much more palatable to the Bainbridge Island sensibility, that she would also always be 'other.'

I'm not very good at remembering things. I get pictures and feelings, but I'm not the kind of person who can tell you the colour of my sweater on the first day of third grade. I remember being in Auntie Kim's house many times. I remember her beautiful Japanese garden. I remember Uncle Tosh lifting weights in the basement of their house and praying to the Blessed Virgin Mary for strength before hand. I remember her mother-in-law (Botchan) working in the fields. I remember being in the kitchen while Botchan prepared food and helping a little.

So, when I had my very first kitchen of my own, what did I make? Sukiyaki! It was a favourite growing up, and I wanted comfort! I called Mum for the details. How much soy sauce? How much aji-mirin? Never mind the fact that there wasn't a soul within miles who knew what aji-mirin was. I made do.

Through all my years of being a vegetarian, I could deal with missing bacon, but missing Sukiyaki was a lacuna I couldn't accept.

So here, my dear reader, is my current Gagne Family Sukiyaki recipe based on half-remembered formulas and strange emotional attachments but I will promise you one thing: there's nothing but fucking love in the bottom of that pot. I'll wager my soul on that.

Gagne Family Sukiyaki

Sauce:

1 cup soy sauce
1 cup aji-mirin
1 cup sake
1/4 cup sugar or 1/3 cup erythritol - don’t use a mix of monkfruit, etc. it’s FOUL

Warm the sauce ingredients until the erythritol is melted.

Ingredients

Brown the beef

1lb sukiyaki meat
(if that's a mystery to your grocer, move on. There's no substitute for paper-thin marbled beef)
3 scant pinches of aji-no-moto
1 white onion
1 bundle green onion
8 stalks celery
6 leaves nappa cabbage
12 carrot rounds cut into flowers

1 bunch shimeji mushrooms (white will do in a pinch)

8 1” cubes of firm tofu

1 package shiratake noodles

Fresh bean sprouts

Add onions

Brown the beef. Add three slant pinches of aji-no-moto
Add the onions and stir until they start to soften
Add all ingredients except the bean sprouts
Add the sauce

After 8 minutes, stir and add the bean sprouts in on top. Cover and cook for 4 more minutes.

Stir, and serve with steamed white rice.

The white layer

Add the sauce

It takes a lot of green

 Bubble bubble in progress

Yup. That's the stuff.

Creamy Garlic Brussels Sprouts

This recipe was inspired by one that I found through Facebook. I executed it per instructions on a weekday evening, and I found it cumbersome. I'm willing to deal with one or two phases in a weeknight recipe, but not four. I don't really have time or attention for that level of fuss when I have my outfit to plan for the next day.

I did, however, love the basic flavour profile, so started think of ways to modify and simplify. This is the result. Even starting from un-touched Brussels sprouts, I would do this on a weeknight. It takes about 20 minutes from melting butter to that-look-in-his-eye from the boyfriend.

Creamy Garlic Brussels Sprouts

for the garlic cream sauce

• 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
• 1 tablespoon minced garlic 
• 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 1/2 cups half and half
• 1/2 cup whipping cream
• 1 cup freshly grated parmesan
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 freshly ground black pepper
• 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper

for the Brussels sprouts

• 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter
• 1 cup diced onions
• 4 cups peeled Brussels sprouts sliced in half

Melt two tablespoons of butter over medium heat. Add the garlic and cook for 1-2 minutes. Add the flour and whisk to form a roux. Whisk continuously and watch carefully as the roux cooks. When it begins to darken, remove the pan from heat and whisk in the half and half and cream.

Return the pan to the burner and turn the heat up to medium high. Stir continuously until the sauce thickens and reaches a rolling boil while being stirred. Add the Parmesan and stir until melted and combined. Add the dry spices and set aside.

Melt the remaining butter over high heat, Add the onions and fry until the very first appearance of browning around the edges appears. Add the Brussels sprouts and stir continuously. When the sprouts begin to brown and caramelize on the cut sides and edges, add a quarter cup of water and cover. Allow the sprouts to steam for about four minutes.

Remove the lid and stir in the cream sauce. Transfer to a serving bowl and sprinkle the remaining cheese on top.

Welsh Rarebit

Once upon a time there was a very nice woman from Sussex who with her equally nice and Sussex-y husband ran a tea shop in a small seaside town. The very strange thing about this teashop was that it was not in England. It was, in fact, in Poulsbo, Washington, where I was raised. My English mother was so enamored of this place and the couple who ran it that she and I would go there at least once a week. For their part, I'm sure that the proprietors were entirely delighted to have a local ex-pat as such an enthusiastic patron and promoter.

Pronunciation tip: In many if not most English accents the letter 'r' is only pronounced at the beginning of a word. In the middle and end, it is silent, but changes the quality of the vowel before it. So, Americans usually hear "rabbit" when someone says "rarebit." If you're lucky like me and have someone who can read International Phonetic Alphabet it's /ˌwelʃ ˈreəbɪt/

Learn more about it here: Welsh Rarebit

Her menu was a straight-forward one. High tea, scones with Devonshire cream, ploughman's lunch, etc. My personal favourite was the Welsh rarebit. It's a kind of cheese sauce made with... well, you'll see what it's made with in the recipe below. I hadn't had it for perhaps thirty years when for some reason weekend before last I decided to try to make it for Doug and me.

It took a few experiments, but at last I have a recipe that closely matches the one I enjoyed so often with my dear mother in Mrs. Sussex's tea room. No, that wasn't really her name; play along, OK?

Welsh Rarebit

• 2 tablespoons butter
• 2 tablespoons flour
• 2 tablespoon mustard powder
• 2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
• 1/3 teaspoon salt
• 1/3 teaspoon pepper
• 1/8 – 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper to taste
• 1/2 cup whipping cream
• 1/2 cup India pale ale
• 2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
• 8 slices of bread for serving

Melt the butter in a sauce pan over medium-low heat. Add the flour and cook until the mixture starts to brown.

Remove from heat and whisk in the cream and beer. Add the mustard powder, Worcestershire sauce, cayenne pepper, salt, and pepper.

Return the pan to the burner and turn up to medium-high. Whisk the sauce continuously until fully thickened.

Add the shredded cheese in small handfuls, adding more as it melts into the sauce. Toast the bread and pour the rarebit over top. For an extra bit of fun, put the plates under a broiler for a few minutes to slightly brown the sauce.

Serves four generously as a side dish.

Beef, Barley, and Mushroom Soup: An Instant Pot Story

One of my all time favourite Winter soups is Beef Barley. I'd never made it before, but it was always my first choice when it was gloomy and gray outside. After going on my low carbohydrate diet to get my diabetes in remission, I learned to just not think about the foods that I needed to avoid, so as to not let myself feel the kind of self-pity that leads to unhealthy choices.

Today, however, as I am approaching my fourth anniversary in diabetic remission I decided to just go look up how much carbohydrate is barley. Quite a lot, but lots of fibre too. I tentatively did some searching for Instant Pot recipes and to my surprise, discovered that many of them had as little as 2/3 of a cup of uncooked barley. That's only 80 grams in an entire pot of soup!

So, my usual routine: I read six or seven different recipes and then went off on my own. The result was a smashing success and I have my favourite Winter soup again!

Fifteen minutes prep and 30 under pressure.

Beef, Barley, and Mushroom Soup

• 1 diced onion
• 2-3 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 lb beef stew meat
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 2 sliced carrots
• 3 sliced celery stalks
• 1 teaspoon fresh thyme
• 1 teaspoon minced garlic
• 2 pureed Roma tomatoes
• 8 cups beef stock
• 2-3 bay leaves
• 1 dash of Worcestershire sauce
• 1 cup sliced mushrooms
• 2/3 cup pearled barley

Set the Instant Pot to sauté and when the display reads "Hot" pour in the olive oil and diced onion. Sauté for about five minutes, then add the beef and continue until it is browned. Add the remaining ingredients and stir. Put the lid on the pot and hit the "Meat / Stew" button and go watch an episode of The Crown.

When the buzzer goes, do a quick pressure release, remove the bay leaves, and go to town!

Project 57: Retirement Aloha Shirt

Early in 2017, a longtime co-worker announced his plans to retire at the end of the year. He had often commented on a particular one of my Aloha shirts, and asked me if I would make one for him. Tailors choice of design, etc. I was quite happy to accept the commission, especially since we're the same size and I wouldn't have to create a one-time use pattern.

The fabric that I had used had shiny gold ink in the design, which though fabulous for a showy person like myself, would have been too much for the laid-back retiring scientist. I decided to do some color blocking to reduce the overall shine and told him that his shirt would be hand-wash / hang dry. He said that was fine.

I love it. He loves it.

Happy retirement, Mark!