Turkey Gumbo

Turkey Gumbo
Turkey Gumbo

I hope you didn’t throw away that turkey carcass that’s been sitting in your refrigerator since Thanksgiving. Maybe you’ve sliced off all the breast for some sandwiches with toast slathered with mayonnaise, and your uncle ate that drumstick Thursday night, but there’s still a lot left in that turkey.

If you break up the carcass, throw it in a big stockpot with some celery, an onion and maybe a carrot if you have one – you’re on your way to making some great gumbo. If you saved all the bones from your turkey, throw them in there too, everything except the skin. Cover it with cold water and bring it to a boil then let it simmer it for a couple of hours. You have great stock now. Smells good, doesn’t it?

Now take some kielbasa, chorizo or some other sausage and slice it up and throw it in a cast iron pot with some oil. Add some onions and sliced okra. Brown everything until the okra isn’t slimy anymore.

Pour the stock through a colander into a big pot. Throw the sausage, okra and onions into that pot. Now you have to pick through the bones and take all those little pieces of turkey – there was a lot on that neck, wasn’t there? – and put it in a bowl.

Start with a clean cast iron fry pan or Dutch oven and heat up about 3/4 cup of oil until it starts smoking. Throw in an equivalent amount flour. Get your whisk, keep the burner on high and cook the flour until it’s the color of espresso. Paul Prudhomme calls this roux, Cajun napalm. You’ll know what he means when you splatter some on your arm. When the roux is the right color, turn off the heat and throw the turkey in there. Now heat up the stock with the sausage, onions and okra and stir in spoonfuls of the roux and turkey. Heat it to a simmer and congratulate yourself. You just made some great gumbo.

Deep Fried Ribs

On our way home from Oakland, we stopped for dinner in Milpitas, at South Legend Sichuan Restaurant on North Milpitas Blvd. Everyone in the restaurant was of Chinese descent, always a good sign when you desire good Chinese food.

When I asked the waiter for pot stickers, he said, “We don’t have that kind of tourist food” – another good sign.

One thing they did have were pork ribs that had been cut into single ribs and then fried in a wok. Usually I cook ribs in our smoker, but how can you pass up deep frying something? So I bought a rack of baby back ribs, removed the membrane, dusted them with some corn starch, five spice, salt and sichuan peppercorns and tossed them into a wok full of hot oil.

Ummmmmmm

Pizza Hut Double Roll

Kevin Rose over at Digg writes, “Feast your eyes on the greatest pizza ever created! Forget cheese being the only ingredient in a stuffed-crust pizza, Pizza Hut’s new Double Roll sticks hot dog sausages in there too

Artichoke Center of the World

I can ride my bike to Castroville, “The Artichoke Center of the World.” The artichoke is the Official Vegetable of Monterey County.

Artichokes

Why can’t I find good, fresh artichokes in the store (Albertson’s and Nob Hill), even during the peak March to May season? I thought the petals were supposed to be tight and the artichoke heavy – like the ones I lucked on in this photo. They’ve been in the refrigerator for a few days – which explains the brown tips, but I rarely see them like this.

Anyway, artichokes, for me, are only an excuse to eat mayonnaise. But not like Oleg Zhornitskiy.

H & H Bagels

After about 7 years of not living in New York, I started eating supermarket bagels – I get Sara Lee or Thomas’ depending on what’s on sale.

Chris went to New York this week and brought me back a half a dozen H&H Bagels. It’s the place Kramer was supposed to be working in Seinfield (sorry, that what I call it).

It was just an Upper West Side ritual, going to Zabar’s on Saturday night to get some smoked salmon and then to H & H for some bagels for Sunday breakfast with the Times.

I haven’t eaten any of them yet but I’m so f#$%ed, it probably doesn’t make any difference to me now.

For the price H & H charges for bagels when you order from the Internets, I thought my friend, Pam, who has her painting studio a block away, could go over there and Fedex them around and we’d have a business.