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Fava beans and a nice Chianti

July 21, 2010 by Beth Shepherd

Fava beans green as fresh spring grass (yes, even though we’re well into summer) graced our table this past weekend. I plucked our entire homegrown crop so that we could make a meal of them because, as I’ll soon explain, it takes a lot of fava beans and a lot of elbow grease to get a bowl of favas for dinner.

fava plantsVicia Faba, the Fava bean, is a “broad bean” also known as Windsor bean, English bean, horse bean and pigeon bean. The fava is among the most ancient plants in cultivation, and has long been a diet staple in Asia, the Middle East, South America, North Africa and Europe. In fact, they are the only beans Europeans ate before they discovered America and all its legumes. They took our beans home and left us the fava, which never really caught on (until recently).

Flowering favasYou figure out why as soon as you begin to prep your favas for feasting. First, you string and shuck the beans (ok, in my case, first you grow the beans!), then parboil them before removing the exterior waxy “shell” and popping out the bright shiny bean inside. It is something to do on a lazy sunny afternoon (now that we have them) on your back porch or around the kitchen table with a couple friends and a bottle of wine. It’s a lot of time to spend on a bean. But it is oh-so-worth-it!

fava beansFor me shelling the beans is almost meditative which is how I feel about gardening in general. Focus, focus, focus but without much actual thought and pretty soon you look around and see how much you’ve actually accomplished. Inner peace and dinner all at once.

Unshelled, fresh favas look like giant, bumpy string beans. They are 5 to 7 inches long and lined with padding that looks like cotton batting. They grew happily and easily in my garden with lovely purple and white flowers late spring before the beans grew. My only gardening regret was that I didn’t plant more of them.

favas in their soft pod nestAside from the fava’s dubious distinction in ‘Silence of the Lambs,’ they are truly a bean to take note of.  Nutritional powerhouses that are high in fiber and iron, and low in sodium and fat, they have no cholesterol but so much protein they are called the “meat of the poor.”

shelling favasItalians even credit the fava bean as a factor in saving Sicilians from starvation during a time of famine. Since then, the fava has been considered good luck and is plays a key role on St. Joseph’s Day. Some people believe that if you keep one in the pantry, there will always be food in the kitchen.

The only drawback that I can see to favas, besides the amount of labor you’ll exert to get them to your table, is that a small minority of people are affected by an enzyme deficiency called Favism. People who have this deficiency can experience severe effects after eating broad beans like fava.

Recipes for dining on favas are plentiful. I’ve had them mashed into a pate, mixed in a salad or served simply with olive oil, a squeeze of lemon and shavings of parmesan cheese. Big Papa and I enjoyed ours tucked into a divine risotto with asparagus (still a bit of local stalks left) and saffron.  Our bowl of risotto paired wonderfully with grilled salmon…and a “nice Chardonnay” (thank you Anderson Family Vineyard).

No disrespect to Hannibal Lecter intended, but to my mind Chianti felt overpowering when I considered the nutty delicateness of fava beans. Granted Dr. Lecter savored his favas with a censor taker’s liver (and such a pairing trifecta it was as only a psychiatrist would know since favas, wine and liver are three no-no’s if one is taking MAO inhibitors used to treat depression).

So try your luck with the lucky bean. Put a dried fava in your pocket  to ward off the effects of our sagging economy. Legend has it that you will never be broke as long as you carry one.

Risotto with fava beansRecipe credit goes to Martha Rose Shulman and the New York Times. And, while I cannot claim to grow saffron-producing crocuses, I did substitute Walla Walla sweet onions from our garden in place of the spring onion. Chives were picked right outside the back door of the Urban Cabin.

Risotto with asparagus, fava beans and saffron

  • 2 pounds fava beans
  • About 7 cups chicken or vegetable stock, as needed
  • 2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
  • 1/2 cup minced onion or spring onion* (*I substituted garden-fresh Walla Walla onions)
  • Salt, preferably kosher salt, to taste
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 1/2 cups Italian arborio rice
  • 1 pinch of saffron threads
  • 1/2 cup dry white wine, such as pinot grigio or sauvignon blanc
  • 1 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into 1-inch pieces
  • 1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
  • Freshly ground pepper to taste
  • 2 tablespoons chopped chives (optional)
  1. Prepare the fava beans. Shell them while you bring a medium pot of water to a boil. Drop the beans into the water, and boil small favas for one minute, large favas for two minutes. Transfer at once to a bowl of ice-cold water. Drain. Remove the skins, using your thumbnail to open up the skin at the spot where the bean attached to the pod, then gently squeezing out the bean.
  2. Pour the stock or broth into a saucepan, and bring it to a boil. Add the asparagus, and blanch for three minutes. Remove the asparagus with a slotted spoon or skimmer, refresh in a bowl of cold water, drain and set aside. Turn down the heat under the stock, and keep at a simmer with a ladle nearby or in the pot. Make sure that it is well seasoned.
  3. Heat the oil over medium heat in a wide, heavy skillet or saucepan, and add the onion and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Cook, stirring, until tender, about three minutes. Add the garlic and the rice. Cook, stirring, until the grains of rice are separate and beginning to crackle, about one to two minutes. Rub the saffron between your thumb and fingers, and stir into the rice.
  4. Add the wine, and stir over medium heat until it has been absorbed by the rice. Begin adding the simmering stock, two ladlefuls (about 1/2 cup) at a time. The stock should just cover the rice and should be bubbling, not too slowly nor too quickly. Cook, stirring often, until the liquid is almost absorbed. Add another ladleful or two of the stock, and continue to cook in this fashion — adding more stock when the rice is almost dry, then stirring — for 15 minutes. Then stir in the asparagus and the fava beans and another ladleful or two of stock. Continue adding stock and stirring the rice for another 10 to 15 minutes, until the rice is cooked al dente and the vegetables are tender. Add more stock to the rice, and stir in the Parmesan, pepper and chives. Remove from the heat. Taste and adjust salt. The rice should be creamy. Stir once and serve right away in wide soup bowls or on plates.

Yield: Serves four to six

Advance preparation: You can begin this recipe several hours ahead and finish it just before serving. Cook halfway through step 4 — that is, for about 15 minutes. The rice should still be hard when you remove it from the heat. Spread in an even layer in the pan, and arrange the asparagus and favas over the top. Fifteen to 20 minutes before serving, bring the remaining stock back to a simmer and reheat the rice. Resume cooking as instructed. The favas can be blanched and shelled a day or two ahead and refrigerated.

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Filed Under: Food, Garden Tagged With: Anderson Family Vineyard, Chianti, Dr. Lecter, English beans, fava beans, Favism, Hannibal Lectur, horse beans, Martha Rose Shulman, New York Times, pigeon beans, Silence of the Lambs, Walla Walla sweet onions, Windsor beans

Pampers, pakhlava and potstickers?

February 16, 2010 by Beth Shepherd

Severely jet-lagged but eager to enjoy my first meal in Beijing, Big Papa and I joined a few of his coworkers for dinner. As we strolled to the restaurant, we were treated to a lovely sunset on a relatively clear evening in September with air pollution at record lows. Lucky for us, the 2008 Summer Olympics had wound to a close just a few days before our visit. The Chinese made extraordinary efforts to cut down on traffic and pollution for the duration of the games.

Mile high dumplings

We arrived at Din Tai Fung, home of legendary xiǎolóngbāo, or soup dumplings. Soon baskets upon baskets of divine dumplings piled mile-high on our table, creating a miniature Great Wall of China between us and our dining companions. Din Tai Fung stood up to its reputation as one of the world’s top 10 restaurants in 1993 (according to the New York Times). Some dumplings have too much soup, not enough soup, skin too thick, skin that breaks upon chopstick contact and thus spilling the contents all over the table. Not Din Tai Fung. Little pillows of perfection melted in our mouths.

Soup dumplings

Over the past two weeks, soup dumplings and potstickers have weighed heavily on my mind. Those little morsels of goodness were oh-so-tempting. But the question at hand was whether they were tempting enough to lure me away from my local farmer’s market and readily available organic produce for two to three years.

That’s right, two to three years. Last week, if I’d written this post, I might have said that Big Papa and I were taking our show on the road…or more accurately overseas, to China.  Pampers and Pakhlava would morph into Pampers, Pakhlava and Potstickers.

Big Papa has been contemplating switching teams at his job for awhile now. He’s worked on his current team for five years and is itching for some new challenges. I am proud of him for checking out his options and exploring the possibility of new frontiers, however the offer to work in China seriously threw me for a loop.

At first I was thrilled. I’ve longed to live overseas. Granted, Beijing has never been on my short list. While I loved our three week stint in 2008, visiting Beijing would not be the same as living in Beijing. First, there’s the pollution, which I’ve heard can appear like a fogged-in Seattle morning, except the fog is filled with throat-burning toxins.

Then there’s the traffic. People whine about rude drivers and rush hour drama in Seattle. You’ve got to be kidding me. We are amateurs. Drivers in China, Beijing in particular, are purportedly some of the worst in the world. During our stay, Big Papa and I spent most of our time with our hands over our eyes as our taxi driver played ‘chicken’ with a host of other taxi drivers. Stop signs and red lights were merely suggestions and rush hour traffic was as thick as molasses on a winter’s day.

Walgreens shopper

I also worried about the food. Between the Greenpeace expose on the chemicals found on fresh fruit and vegetables to the melamine scare of last year, China didn’t exactly have the best reputation for food safety. The same could be said for health care, with dubious standards at best. HIV is still in the blood supply and foreigners are advised to avoid blood transfusions if at all possible. Doctors are reported to reuse syringes and ambulances are hard to come by (not to mention somewhat worthless considering the impassible snarl of traffic on most days).

Not to give Beijing a completely bad rap though, as my mind did wander to all the things I saw and did during our trip there two years ago. There are beautiful parks and wonderful historical sites. Days easily slipped by while I explored street markets and old, winding Hutong neighborhoods. Beijing also has an enormous expat community and I knew I might find many opportunities to meet fascinating people from all over the world, as well as connect with resources that would help ease our transition.

I could learn Chinese, and pick up Tai Chi. Our beloved Tibet was practically right around the corner. Vacationing in the shadow of Mt. Everest or exploring Mongolia or the Yunnan sounded endlessly fascinating to me. There was so much to experience.

Sunshine on a polluted day

Aside from my concerns of life in China, I also felt sadness at the thought of leaving behind our lives in Seattle. What to do about Maggie, my sweet fifteen-year-old cat? Take her with us and put her through quarantine? Try to find the medications she needed and a decent vet? Or should we leave her in Seattle, assuming we could find a trusted friend to care for her.

We’d just finished the remodel of the Urban Cabin and our backyard lay in wait to be replanted and enjoyed. My father too, was a consideration. He’s elderly, wheelchair bound and we’d moved him from Florida three years ago and into a Seattle assisted living facility to keep a closer eye on him. I felt a bit guilty about dragging him out here and then flying off to a city half the world away.

And then there was the kiddo. Being a mom in China sounded like it could be fun, wheeling my kid through centuries-old parks and hanging out with other expat mommies. But I questioned what it might be like being a brand new mommy in a brand new country where I didn’t speak the language and if some catastrophe befell our kid, our world could go south in a big bad way, very quickly.

As the week wore on doubts began to creep in between the excitement.  We both had several sleepless nights tossing and turning as our brains debated the pros and cons of such an enormous upheaval to our lives.

Back and forth we went. “Let’s do it” by day turned into “What if” by night. We read blogs, made calls, checked into Pet Transport, housing, Beijing organic grocers, ayi (nanny) services and expat taxes.

Then, Friday morning, we got the call that changed it all.

Filed Under: Adoption, Travel Tagged With: Beijing, China, Din Tai Fung, Greenpeace, New York Times, soup dumplings, xiǎolóngbāo

Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to dive head-long into my 50s and beyond by becoming a first-time parent. At any given moment you might find me holding a camera, a spade, a spatula or a suitcase. Or my little girl's hand. Adopted from Armenia, she puts the Pampers and Paklava into my life.

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