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A Recipe for Awesomeness: Fischer Farms Porketta

Porketta is one of those recipes that you shove in the oven and forget about. The meat emerges tender and succulent. It serves a bunch of people, and the leftovers – sliced high and piled on crusty baguette, or slathered with bbq sauce on a soft, whole wheat bun, or diced and simmered in ragu for pasta – make things easy on the cook.

It’s one of those recipes that came to the Iron Range with Italian miners, was adopted by Czech neighbors and Norwegian farmers, and is now found on menus throughout the Twin Cities (and given an uptempo spin).

This humble dish doesn’t require much. But you’ve got to use the right pork. Not the super-lean meat from conventionally raised pigs we see in most supermarkets, kept in confinement, given steroids and antibiotics. (Back in the early 70’s producers bred out the fat, in response to consumer demands, and they bred out the flavor, too.)

Photo Credit: Beth DooleyPhoto Credit: Beth DooleyTim Fischer, Fischer Family Farms, raises heritage pork the old fashioned way. These heritage porkers have a fine layer of fat, their meat is richer tasting (the result of a natural diet that includes his farm’s corn). No steroids, no hormones, no antibiotics, their meat is more tender and flavorful (and yes, it has more fat). You can order directly from Tim – 507-351-9910. When you do so, pick up his amazing Maple Coil Sausage, Bacon (try the Raspberry Chipolte); and his kick ass Bacon Brats.

Porketta (with Apples and Fennel)

Serves 4 - 6

Fennel is the traditional seasoning in this classic Italian pot roast, the apples and fennel add a tart-sweet note. Leftovers are wonderful served on a crusty roll.

Serves 6 or so

  • 3 to 3-1/2 pounds pork butt, well trimmed
  • 4 cloves garlic, slivered
  • 1 bulb fennel, coarsely chopped (about 1-1/2 cups)
  • 3 shallots, minced
  • 3 tart apples (Haralson), peeled, cored and diced
  • 1 fennel bulb, chopped
  • 1/4 cup cider
  • 1/4-cup dark beer
  • 1/4-cup low-salt chicken stock
  • 1 tablespoons fennel seeds, chopped
  • 1-1/2 teaspoons salt
  • 1 teaspoon black pepper

Heat the oven to 350-degrees F. Poke the meat all over with a thin-bladed knife and insert the garlic slivers into the holes. Put the fennel, shallots, apples, fresh fennel, cider, beer, and stock into a large casserole or small roasting pan; toss to combine. Put the pork in the pan and pat the fennel seeds over the pork. Sprinkle the pork with the salt and pepper. Cover the pan with a lid or foil, and cook the pork until it’s easily pierced with a fork and its juices run clear, about 3-1/2 to 4 hours. Remove the roast from the oven and allow it to rest in the pan for 5 to 10 minutes before carving. Degrease the pan juices by tilting the pan forward and scooping off the top layer of fat. Slice and serve the roast with the fennel and pears and spoon the pan juices over the top. It’s wonderful on fat noodles, wild rice, or crusty wheat bread.

Beth Dooley (http://beth-dooley.com, http://www.seasonalappetites.com) is author of six cookbooks, including SAVORING THE SEASONS OF THE NORTHERN HEARTLAND, co-authored with Lucia Watson, a James Beard nominee, published by the University of Minnesota Press. Beth is a restaurant critic for Mpls/St. Paul Magazine, and a frequent contributor to the Star Tribune's "Taste" and The Mix. She appears monthly on the news show, "On Live", KARE-11 TV. Married with three (hungry, teen-aged) sons, Beth lives in Minneapolis (and in the summer, on Madeline Island).

For the Ultimate Free-Range, Grass-Fed, Local Meat: Just Shoot

A few weeks ago, in an earlier blog post, I joked that the most authentic way to find a pasture-raised, grass-fed turkey for Thanksgiving dinner was to hunt for it with a bow and arrow or rifle.

According to a recent article in the New York Times a new generation of meat eaters, who are interested in local, free-range, organic food, are doing just that.

As reporter Sean Patrick Farrell writes in "The Urban Deerslayers":

The call to forge deeper connections with the food we eat has pulled thousands to the nation’s farmers’ markets, sprouted a million backyard seedlings and jump-started an interest in scratch baking, canning and other county-fair pursuits.

Now add hunting to the list.


It’s true, hunting does connect you to your food in significantly profound ways. I remember the first time my little brother went deer hunting; he was about 11 years old. He saw a buck, took a shot, and mortally wounded it. But once he caught up with the dying deer, he was stricken with remorse and began to cry. He frantically tried to save the animal's life by stanching the bleeding. But his efforts were futile, and when it was time, he helped to gut the carcass, haul it out of the woods, and deliver it to a meat processor. Several days later, my brother proudly served one of the most meaningful meals of his life -- venison steaks -- at our family's Sunday dinner.

Now, compare my brother’s experience with going to a supermarket and bringing home shrink-wrapped ribeyes and you can easily see how much more connected you are to your food -- and how much more you appreciate its ultimate sacrifice -- when you hunt for and kill it yourself.

Here’s the rest of Farrell’s article:

Jackson Landers, an insurance broker by day, teaches a course... called Deer Hunting for Locavores. Mr. Landers, 31, started the classes earlier this year for largely urban adults who, like him, did not grow up stalking prey but have gravitated to harvesting and cooking their own game.

He tailored his course to food-obsessed city people with lessons on deer biology, habitat and anatomy, and rounded out his students’ education with field trips to a firing range to practice shooting and a session on butchery and cooking. One of the last lessons covered field dressing a freshly killed deer. As the students gathered around, Mr. Landers produced a hunting knife and explained its gut-hook feature, which promised to open the deer “like a zipper.”

“I’d never fired a gun before,” said Michael Davis, 44, a graphic designer and a student in the class. “I grew up in Southern California. We surfed, we didn’t hunt.”

But Mr. Davis, a self-described foodie, said he needed to understand what it means to hunt for food.

“I think going through my life without at least experiencing that most primal thing of hunting would be cheating,” he said.

It was a taste for wild boar that spurred Nick Zigelbaum, 26, and Nick Chaset, 27, to form a hunting and dining club in San Francisco that they call the Bull Moose Hunting Society. The society, founded in 2007, was designed to appeal to young urban residents looking to expand their horizons.

The club now has roughly 55 dues-paying members, many of them in their 20s and 30s, who hunt for boar, pheasant and waterfowl together. They share local hunting knowledge and the spoils of a good day in the field at semi-regular events they call boar-b-ques and wild food dinners.

Mr. Chaset, who is now attending graduate business school in Washington, D.C., recently established a chapter of the club there. The founders hope that someday they’ll have a chapter in every major American urban area.

Nationwide, the number of hunters has been in decline for decades. The country’s shift from rural to urban life is the main reason, said Mark Damian Duda, executive director of Responsive Management, a survey and research firm that specializes in natural resources and outdoor recreation issues.

According to his firm’s research, only 22 percent of hunters now say they hunt primarily for food. Most say they do so for recreation or to spend time with their families.

“Thirty years ago it was about half the hunters who were hunting for food,” Mr. Duda said.

The connection never completely faded, though. Some American chefs who grew up with rifles in their hands have long been passionate about wild game, even if the law forbids them from serving it in their restaurants. The subject has also been taken up recently by the writers Michael Pollan, who shoots a wild boar in “The Omnivore’s Dilemma,” and Steven Rinella, who chronicled his quest to kill a wild American bison in “American Buffalo.” But until recently, tree stands and Mossy Oak camouflage were rarely mentioned in the same breath as, say, heirloom tomatoes.

Anthony Licata, editor of Field & Stream magazine, said he wasn’t surprised that a new generation of eaters was discovering what traditional hunters have known all along: “There’s nothing more organic and free range than meat you hunt for yourself and your family,” he said.

Mr. Licata, who is 35 and lives in New Jersey, said he thought interest in hunting among young urban locavores was bound to grow. “When you do hunt and if you’re lucky enough to fill your freezer with venison and feed your family, it’s a powerful thing,” he said. “They aren’t going to want to stop.”

Mr. Landers, who tries to take Virginia’s full limit of six deer a year, agreed. For the cost of the necessary licenses, $36.50, he said he can stock his freezer with nearly free protein.

He also argued that for the environmentally conscious, hunting is fairly carbon neutral.

“If you can shoot a deer in your own backyard, butcher it there, that’s zero food miles,” he said.

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The Master Cheesemakers of Wisconsin: An Interview with Author James Norton

James Norton and Becca Dilley are fast becoming the "Brangelina" of the Midwestern food scene - a smart, high powered couple whose presence is everywhere. Not content to have launched the terrific food website Heavy Table early in 2009, this fall sees the release of their first book together, the excellent "The Master Cheesemakers of Wisconsin." I recently caught up with James and pumped him with questions about the book.

Simple, Good, and Tasty: Your new book, "The Master Cheesemakers of Wisconsin," is beautiful. How did it come about?

James Norton: Becca Dilley - who in addition to being the photographer for this book, is also my wife - and I both lived in Boston for a number of years. While we were out there, we found ourselves having to be ambassadors from the world of cheese to the world of people who don't really understand what cheese is. We'd bring cheese to parties, and people would look at us strangely, as though we'd brought condiments - we'd have to explain that, yes, you can just eat the stuff as is, and it's delicious. At any rate, being informal cheese spokespeople led us to learn a lot about cheese, and Becca learned about the Master Cheesemaker program in the course of her homework.

In a nutshell, the program is a 2-3 year course of study in cheesemaking that can only be undertaken by people who have been making cheese as licensed Wisconsin makers for 10 years or more - it's a fair bit of coursework at the University of Wisconsin, and a 30+ page written exam at the end.

We got intrigued - who are the people who are so serious about making cheese that they sign up for it? How would their stories tell the story of Wisconsin? So, we pitched the idea to the University of Wisconsin Press and wound up interviewing 43 masters at 35 different plants, covering about 7,600 miles in our Honda Civic in the process.

SGT: Why did you choose cheese as your topic? Are you a cheese guy?

JN: I'm a food guy, and, by birth, a Wisconsin guy. So it was a pretty good fit. Becca's definitely a cheese girl. Perfect fit for her. We both saw this as a chance to take a documentary approach and really tell the stories of food artisans whose identity is absolutely intertwined with that of the state in which they live. I'm hoping that this book is read not just as a cheese book, but also as a Wisconsin book. These guys are so Wisconsin - jolly, insanely hardworking, collegial, humble, fond of their beer and sausage. And smart as hell. The smarts that it takes to be a successful master cheesemaker is really impressive.

Jim Norton and Becca DilleyJim Norton and Becca DilleySGT: Which are some of your favorite Wisconsin cheeses? Do you have a favorite?

JN: Ha! I could never choose a single favorite, but I'll name a few really good ones. Sartori's SarVecchio is an aged parmesan with a sweet, nutty character that's a great table cheese and a great cooking cheese. The cheddar of David Metzig (Union Star) is absolutely stellar, as is his fresh and natural tasting string cheese, which tastes like new milk made solid. And the Crescenza Stracchino of BelGioioso is amazing on a baguette - it's a very soft, tangy, bright-tasting cheese that's like nothing else I've really tried.

SGT: What about Minnesota cheese? And European cheese?

JN: For Minnesota cheese, I'm really partial to the blues of Faribault Dairy. Terrific mellow but spirited cheeses. As for Europe, I'm a big fan of the soft, buttery, high-fat Saint Andre, which is a little like brie on steroids.

SGT: What's the plan for the book?

JN: We're touring this month all throughout Wisconsin, plus Minneapolis and Chicago as well. I'm working on some op/eds for consideration by national publications, but if the book is going to do well, it'll probably be as a Christmas gift for and from Wisconsinites and those who love their cheeses. We'll see how it goes. Right now, I'm just pleased and proud that the book turned out as well as it did.

SGT: Your wife Becca's pictures are terrific too. What was it like to do a book together?

JN: Actually, it was great. We roadtrip very well together - we both like to explore new places, but neither of us go so far off the beaten path that we get lost or wildly off schedule. Becca's warm and personable and ... well, I'm me. So between the two of us interviewing someone, Becca can make them feel at ease while I extract an interview's worth of information from them. Ultimately, we both have a very documentary sensibility - we take a "warts and all" approach to our reporting and photography, and we're much more interested in telling the story of how things actually are than telling some idealized version of that story. That was really key.

"The Master Cheesemakers of Wisconsin" is avaialble everywhere, including Amazon online. Even better, James and Becca will be at Magers and Quinn in Uptown Minneapolis with Dara Moskowitz Grumdahl on Sunday, Nov. 29 at 4:30pm - with cheese, of course.

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