I could write about a lot of
things.
Some things are right in
front of me: a mug of hot coffee, a warm scone, the wilting basil plant I’m
desperately trying to keep alive. My table is piled with read and half-read books by
friends and colleagues and mentors and writers whose minds I’d like to inhabit for just a second, surrounding me like a fort. My brain is filled with ideas,
bursting with them, for articles, for books, for projects—and yet I always want more. The heater clanks. The windows rattle against the
early-morning wind. My hair smells like lavender.
Other things to write about already took place:
namely, weddings. I went to three weddings in October. One in Beverly, MA, one
in Lancaster, PA, one in San Francisco, CA. Megan married Jeff. Emily married
Ryan. Becca married Justin. I drove to two of these weddings. Flew to one. I
was greeted by old friends, new friends, complete strangers; the Amish countryside,
the perfect produce of a West Coast farmer’s market, way too much wine.
Megan, a colleague at
America’s Test Kitchen, is passionate and detail oriented, especially when it
comes to food, and her wedding was a parade of perfectly-placed details,
luscious bites and a carefully-curated collection of desserts. Emily, one of my
oldest friends, looked radiant as she walked down the aisle—part woman and part
child, the clash no doubt a result of my own inability to completely separate
our individual presents from our collective past. I gave a reading at the ceremony of my
college roommate, Becca—part of the introduction to Mastering the Art of French Cooking,
a choice that seemed strange at first, until I realized
that it was the perfect way to talk about not only food but all that it stands
for (family, community, adventure, love).
I could also write about how
when November finally rolled around I was… tired.
But as I write it’s Sunday
morning—a beautiful morning just begging for me to go out for a jog—and I don’t
feel like using words to occupy either the sensory present or its weightier partner, the past. So I'm going to tell you about these sweet potatoes instead.
I’ve written about my love
of Ottolenghi’s cookbooks before. The newest one, Jerusalem, just came out and
of course I bought it right up. This is the first recipe in the book. Just one
glance and I knew. Roasted sweet potato wedges—served with fried slivers of red
chiles and green onions, drizzled with a balsamic glaze, nestled with
fresh figs and (if you want) chunks of goat cheese. It’s salty and sweet, cooked and raw,
spicy and tangy and warm. This is the kind of cooking I like best: simple yet
unexpected, casual but interesting, home cooking with a bit of an edge.
Roasted Sweet Potatoes & Fresh Figs
From JERUSALEM, by Yotam
Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi
4 sweet potatoes
5 tablespoons olive oil
3 tablespoons balsamic
vinegar
1 ½ tablespoons superfine
sugar (though I used regular sugar)
12 green onions, halved and
cut into 1 ½ inch segments
1 red chile, thinly sliced
6 figs, ripe ones, quartered
5 ounces goat cheese
(optional)
salt and pepper
Preheat your oven to 475
degrees Fahrenheit.
Wash and then cut your sweet
potatoes into wedges – (cut the potato in half, and then each half into three
wedges). Toss with 3 tablespoons oil, salt and pepper to your liking. Place on
a baking sheet, skin side down, and roast for about 25 – 35 minutes, until, as
Ottolenghi says, they are “soft but not mushy.” Let cool.
Make a balsamic reduction:
Combine vinegar and sugar in a small pan. Simmer for about 4 minutes, give or
take, or until it thickens. (Ottolenghi says: “Be sure to remove the pan from
the heat when the vinegar is still runnier than honey; it will continue to
thicken as it cools.”)
Heat up the rest of the oil in
a saucepan and quick-fry the chile and green onion slices (for about 4 – 5 minutes
over medium heat, stirring often to avoid burning).
Arrange the sweet potato
wedges on a big serving platter. Spoon the oil/chile/onion mixture over top.
Nestle the fig quarters among the potatoes. Drizzle with the balsamic
reduction. Season with salt and pepper to taste. This is great at room
temperature, with the goat cheese (if you want it) crumbled over top just before serving.