Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Creamy Wax Beans - A Guest Post by Lana Watkins of Bibberche

Deeply robust and richly folkloric, tender and nostalgic. These are the qualities of Lana Watkins' writing which immediately impress you on her talented and prolific blog, Bibberche. From her very first words, you are instantly engaged in narratives that target those elusive and mysterious pleasure centers in your brain. Although Lana enjoys traveling throughout world cuisines, she possesses a deeply intrinsic, to-the-marrow connection with her native roots in Serbia. Her writing compels you to savor every word, phrase, and sentence of her lavishly written posts, while you secretly wish they would extend just another paragraph or two. There is real generosity of spirit here. Lana takes language seriously, perhaps more seriously than her accomplished cooking. She knows that both connect her to the old country, so sorely missed, where much of her family and friends still live.

Her mother, an astonishingly strong and creative mistress of the kitchen; and her father, a well-respected physician; have both imparted on Lana the philosophies of precision, creativity, and attention to the highest quality in all pursuits. Lana will be the first to admit that she is a perfectionist. In the words of her husband, "...her mother's shadow reaches that far" into Lana's life in Southern California, where she writes and cooks and tends to her equally talented family. But I do believe that Lana also stands in her own sunlight which will burn bright for years to come. Bibberche is a relatively new blog; the flame has just been lit.

I am very happy to feature Lana Watkins as a guest blogger for My Legume Love Affair - Kicking Off Year 4. Lana is sharing a vegetable-legume recipe remembered from her mother's abundant kitchen before the cooking bug caught up with her linguistic skills.

The following writing, recipe, and photography are owned by Lana Watkins and protected by copyright. All Rights Reserved. 2011. All materials appear here by permission and courtesy.

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Just about the time I started high school, the new house we recently moved in had to be renovated to serve the specific needs of the family. Our grandparents moved into a smaller house in the same yard. For over a year, a construction crew pretty much lived with us and all seven of them eventually became family friends.

They would show up at daybreak, cracking jokes and teasing each other. They would work until 10:00 a.m. when they made a break for the first meal of the day. After an hour, they would slowly get up from the table, stretch, and continue hammering, welding, and laying bricks. They were loud, obnoxious, and crude. As teenagers, we loved listening to their lascivious banter while hiding inside and giggling until the tears were flowing down our cheeks. At 3:00 p.m., it was time for another meal and the yard would become unusually quiet. Only an occasional grunt or a burp could be heard amidst all the slurping.

In the U.S. such workers would mosey on down to Mickey D's and indulge in some heavy duty junk food chased by a gallon of Coke. But in the Balkans in the 70s and 80s, they were treated like royalty. Mother was in charge of providing meals for them, and she took that task to heart. Twice a day she made a full-blown dinner with an abundance of meat, side dishes, salads, desserts, lots of bread, and soup. She went to the market early in the morning, as soon as she would dispatch us to school, and started cooking as soon as she came back.

Having two substantial meals a day was a pretty sweet deal, but Mother was not just any housewife. While the other crews ate very well on roasted chicken or pork and potatoes, her kitchen produced miracles. She made a point not to repeat a meal in several months, and presented dishes that would be fit for a White House meal. Twice a day for a year she brought out plates and saucers and pots filled with dishes that exalted the senses. She did not only try to feed their bodies, she attempted to educate them through food, and in a way managed to enrich their souls.

As reluctant helpers, we thought her efforts were excessive, and resented every moment that we had to spend in the kitchen. We tried to reason with her, explaining that these burly, testosterone-ridden men craved only big hunks of meat, and that all of her finesse over the stove would be completely lost on them. We were just trying to spare Mother the unnecessary work, as she already had too much to do. But she would not listen, and continued to stretch her creativity to the limits by presenting a wide variety of meals.

They started out like any other construction crew, easily satisfied by flavorful, traditional roasts and piles of potatoes, not too much different than their counterparts in the U.S. But throughout their stay in our house, they experienced dishes that never entered their previous lives. In the beginning, they were somewhat leery of all the different ingredients and unusual methods of cooking, and they whispered and giggled, turning food around with their forks, making jokes in the attempt not to show reluctance to eat in front of their peers. They burped after tossing down a half bottle of beer and slapped each other on the shoulder, bravely hiding the fear of the unknown staring at them from their plates. But hunger works miracles and Mother does not disappoint.

She drew her inspiration from the cuisine of Central Europe that was a staple when she was growing up in Vojvodina, the northern part of Yugoslavia; from the deeply engraved culinary traces of Ottoman Turks who ruled the area for several centuries; from the trips around Europe she and Father took throughout the years; and from the movies she had seen and TV travel shows she had watched. In a few weeks their palates developed unwillingly and they eagerly anticipated every meal.

She offered them familiar food presented in a new way, and unknown ingredients cooked in a manner they were comfortable with. They knew only of paprika and parsley; she introduced them to dill, oregano, and curry. They accepted cabbage in the winter, but she got them hooked on Swiss chard, Savoy cabbage, and kale. They relished beef and pork stews, and she tantalized them with sweet breads, liver, kidneys, and other offal. They tolerated vegetables in a salad, but scorned them on the plate. She made them ask for more carrots, zucchini, peas or green beans. We watched with wonderment as this developing culinary education continued, still resentful that we had to participate, but convinced that these men would be changed forever. They still cracked gross jokes and called each other names. They burped and farted, and they continued to slap each other on the shoulder. They were loud and obnoxious, as testosterone-ridden as on the day they showed up at the house for the first time. But they were touched by Mother's magic and their lives stopped being the same.

Eventually, the work was done and they left. Through the years they visited as friends and we visited their families. They got married and had babies that Father delivered. And at every turn they would mention the year they worked on the house and the meals Mother prepared. They talked with typical male bravado, laughed and exaggerated, but they knew that while they had been working on our house, Mother had been working on them. They build houses. Mother builds people.

String beans in Serbia are plentiful in the summer, and there are several varieties that can be purchased at the farmers’ markets: yellow and purple cranberry beans, skinny and thin green beans, flat yellow beans, flat green beans, romano beans, and round, skinny wax beans. They are usually prepared as a one pot meal with chicken or pork, seasoned with crushed ripe tomatoes and served with a dollop of kajmak, a Serbian take on clotted cream. In Mother’s version, beans are cooked with onions, carrots, and garlic until they are soft and tender, and finished off with eggs and yogurt. Mother served it either as a side dish, or an entree, accompanied by a couple of fried eggs.

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CREAMY WAX BEANS

Ingredients:

1 Tbsp sunflower or olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
2 medium carrots, diced
3 garlic cloves, minced
1lb yellow wax or romano beans, washed, trimmed, and cut in 1 ½ inch chunks
1 tsp coarse salt
½ tsp freshly ground pepper
1 Tbsp flour
½ cup water
1 egg
½ cup plain yogurt or sour cream
chopped parsley

Directions:

Heat the oil on medium temperature and add onions, carrots, and garlic. Sautee until soft and translucent, about 5-8 minutes. Add the beans, salt, pepper, and enough water to barely cover the vegetables. When the water boils, turn the heat down, cover and simmer for 30-40 minutes, until beans are soft. Stir the flour into the water to break the lumps and mix into the vegetables. Whisk the egg with the yogurt and add, stirring all the time, until combined. Garnish with parsley and serve.

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8 comments:

  1. Oh, yummy! Those beans must be extremely palatable. I love this combination.

    Cheers,

    Rosa

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  2. Mmm yummy! I've never tried yellow wax beans before.

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  3. Nice Lana. I hardly ever use wax beans always green. Thx for the encouragement. Will sure to make sure to pick up when I see them!! Great post!!

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  4. Looks like my earlier comment here didn't make it - I loved reading this post, very heartwarming. I often see these beans here but they're not as clean and spotless as the ones in the photo. If I do find a batch I like, I usually put the beans alone in a gravy.

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  5. Susan, I wrote a comment on the first day, but it disappeared:)
    Thank you for such a lovely introduction! I am so happy to have met you, even virtually. But I hope we meet for real one of these days:)
    Thanks for letting me be a part of the next season of MLLA, one of my favorite blog events:)

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  6. A beautiful story and a wonderful dish. I relished both. The soft beans particularly appeal to me. Very well done, Lana!

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  7. those beans look so very very good! I love the thought of using yogurt in your dish, what a delicious creation!

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  8. I had bookmarked it and finally made it for lunch today. One of the best beans dishes ever. Did not change a thing - other adding a few green beans along the wax beans, and the dish looked even more cheerful, like a end-of-summer farm. Easy and tasty and healthy and really comforting, with that creamy sauce. Thank you for it!

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