Raclette…

A 2016 raclette dinner.

What is raclette? I had no idea, but I married a German and was introduced to it thirty years ago. Raclette is a cooking method and a cheese at the same time. Raclette cheese is a Swiss variety of cheese that melts quickly and becomes ooey and gooey.

Raclette originated in Wallis, Switzerland, more than 400 years ago. The first written records date to the early 1800s as a “sumptuous feast” with roasted cheese. Shepherds came down from the alps and sat around a fire and kept watch over a quarter cheese round they placed over the fire. As soon as the cheese beganto melt, a knife scraped a slice of the hot cheese from the round and spreads it onto a piece of bread. Yummo right? Good idea, guys!

The name raclette comes from the french word “racler “meaning to scrape, which is the method of preparation or preparing the cheese. Restaurants do not have an open fires to melt the cheese as the shepherds did but have a raclette melter that holds a block or half wheel of cheese under a heating element. Once the cheese is melted, it is scraped onto prepared potatoes, vegetables, or bread.

Raclette melter.

Raclette is famous in Europe, especially in the Swiss Alps and other ski regions, as an after-ski warm-up treat after a long day on the slopes. Raclette is also well known in Germany and France; however, raclette places are popping up all over the US and Canada.

Many European households own a raclette grill which allows melting individual portions of cheese and a grill on top to serve grilled vegetables and meats with the cheese. Raclette is a popular Christmas Eve dinner in Germany and Europe. This is the first year we will have raclette on Christmas Eve.

2016 raclette dinner.

A raclette dinner is a social style of slow eating. There are various cheeses, raw meats, cooked sausages, and charcuterie on the table. Small boiled potatoes, raw and pickled vegetables, and crusty bread slices are also traditional raclette items. Guests can choose what and how to grill and melt cheese on. Sauces and condiments are also available on the table to individualize each guest’s dishes further.

The cheese melts in the little pans under the grill.

I decided on raclette this year for Christmas Eve to extend our dinner time. Sam has to work in the ER at the hospital in Bennington on Christmas Day, so this is the only holiday meal we will be having together as a family. Typically, a holiday dinner can last a mere 20 minutes, and boom, everyone is done and up from the table.

Raclette will slow us all down while cooking our food on the raclette grill. Everyone watches what combos each other makes and either copies it or tries to one-up each other.

I am preparing thinly sliced marinated flank steak, shrimp, and pork belly for my raclette proteins. I bought actual raclette cheese that I found at Aldis. I will serve asparagus, snow peas, mushrooms, sliced onions, and red peppers for veggies. For the pickled part of the selection, I will be making pickled red onions and carrots.

Pickled vegetables are included in raclette for a reason; to cut through the richness of the meats and cheeses. I also have some hard smoked sausage and prosciutto. I always include sliced apples and different james like quence or fig for people to choose from; sweetness breaks up the savory foods as a nice change for the palate.

A raclette dinner party is fantastic because everything is done ahead in the prep work. This frees up the host or hostess to spend time with their guests socializing, not cooking alone in the kitchen or panicked if everything will be done simultaneously. A crisp white wine, beer, and lots of water are beverages of choice for a raclette dinner party.

Raclette grill, pans and scrapers.

I got out our raclette grill this afternoon and have it ready for tomorrow night. I still have to pick out what type of tableware I want to use for all the food. Setting the table, choosing plates, bowls, napkins, and tablecloths are just as fun for me as cooking.

I still have a couple of gifts to wrap and am in the process of making a cake to bring to a holiday get-together at our next-door neighbor’s house tonight. I am crossing my fingers it comes out how I want.

Good luck getting everything done; it’s hard to believe Christmas is right around the corner, and remember, everything doesn’t have to be perfect. A tough lesson for me to remember myself especially when it comes to this holiday cake I am making.

The pressure is on…

Last year, I made two Korean dishes; kimchi arancini (rice balls) and Korean beef and rice flakes. I made it up, sort of. I was inspired by a dish that I saw and had a bag of rice flakes that I wasn’t sure what to do with. I also had some leftover risotto which I always use to make Italian arancini.

I nosed around the internet for rice flake recipes and found a one close to what I was thinking, but I distinctly remember not following it too much. As usual!

Since I was making Korean flavors, I chopped up some kimchi and added it to my rice balls aka arancini. I made a Korean gochujang dipping sauce for the rice balls.

When I asked my oldest son Noah what he wanted for his birthday dinner, he told me his favorite bite of 2020….Korean Beef Rice Flakes with Kimchi Arancini & a Gochujang Aioli. Shit!

I searched for my inspirational recipe and found it. So now the pressure is on to figure out how in fucks name I made this dish. The arancini rice balls are easy, at least I don’t have to worry about recreating that dish. Same thing with the aioli.

Noah has talked that dish up so much all year, the last thing I want to do is to disappoint his birthday taste buds. 🤞🏼

First day on the job…

Life is crazy busy here in Spätzle-Ville trying to pump out enough product to fill our holiday orders. We have large orders for a few restaurants and many retail stores filling their freezers and cooler with our spätzle for the Christmas holiday.

When we started this business almost five years ago, I was shocked at how many families have spätzle on either for dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Up until they could buy our tasty, no-boil spätzle, they were making it themselves. This gives our customers more time to spend with their families and not in the kitchen cleaning up a spätzle making mess; I should know I do it almost every day. Ironically, 80% of our customers are not gluten-free folks, just people who like our product’s taste, texture, and convenience.

We love hearing people’s stories about Christmas’ past and how they remember their omas’ or mothers’ making spätzle for their holiday meals. It always makes them smile while telling us their stories, and we feel privileged to be on their Christmas dinner tables.

This morning we had one of the owners of a restaurant in Ludlow, VT, pick up a bunch of cases for their restaurant called Sam’s Steakhouse. They are as excited as we are having our spätzle on their menu as a killer Macaroni & Cheese. We are thrilled to be at another fabulous restaurant in a ski resort town.

Later in the day, Skye (my new truck) had her very first delivery to our distributor Wilcox Ice Cream. The delivery schedule is different due to the holiday, so we had to scramble to make enough for all the orders to various specialty and co-op stores in the state.

The truck was easy to load and unload since the bed of the truck isn’t too high for me to reach; for those who don’t know me in person, I am a short 5’2″ on a good day.

So far, between yesterday and today’s production, we have made more spätzle in two days than we do in a week sometimes. Tomorrow is another big production day, and Wednesday, we are on the road making our NY deliveries. One of our stops is to one of our customers, a principal of a school. He is giving each of the teachers one of our two-pound bags. We will be delivering his spätzle directly to his school. What a lovely gift indeed!

I can’t believe Christmas Eve is only four days away. We will be having raclette for dinner. I will write more about raclette tomorrow when I get the equipment out. Have a great night and stay warm; it was in the low teens here this morning. 🥶

Meet Skye…

Yesterday, I picked up my new vehicle, whose name is Skye. It’s a new small pick-up truck made by Ford. I’ve had SUVs before, but not a pick-up. It’s a pick-up, but it’s more like a trucklet to me. It’s the perfect size for me when I make deliveries, run errands, or pack up farmer’s market supplies.

This small pick-up truck is the latest model right off the Ford assembly line. I was lucky that Marty even found me one and in the color Area 51. I probably have the first of its kind in here in VT. These trucks are sold sight unseen and have a waiting list of more than a year.

I chose the gas turbo engine, all-wheel-drive version because it’s Vermont, and all-wheel-drive makes sense. The truck also comes in a two-wheel-drive hybrid version that gets 40 miles to the gallon, which is unbelievable. The hybrid Mavericks have waiting lists so long most customers won’t be getting their hands on one until 2023.

This small size pick-up truck is perfect for weekend DIY projects with enough room in the cab along with a spacious back seat. There is lots of hidden storage and other features. For about $21,000, you get a lot of value for your money and style with the Maverick.

I bought my truck at Ford of Latham, NY, and we had a great experience. They didn’t jack up the price like many dealers are doing to cars and trucks right now, and they made sure the vehicle had everything I wanted, like heated seats and a spray-in truck liner. The day my truck arrived, it went straight to the heated seat installer and then had the spray in line the following day.

I could easily sell my new truck for thousands of dollars more than I paid for it, but why would I when I got exactly what I wanted.

I drove Skye home yesterday and loved how it drove and how warm my ass got in the driver’s seat. Heated seats in Vermont are super important!

Although the color of the Maverick is Area 51, I named her Skye because of the color. Yesterday morning, I dragged Marty to the patio door and showed him the westward sky just before dawn, the exact color of my new truck. The inside is a hip blue denim color with lots of cool accent colors and features.

Did I ever in my life think I would be writing a blog post about “my” new pick-up truck? Um, no. It just goes to show you that things change along with people. Now, I have Skye to drive me around on my journey.

Some like it hot…

Mediterranean Cucumber Cups.

Whenever I hear potluck dinner, I immediately start thinking about what to make. I always make a hot dish or appetizer for our belly dance Holiday Hafla; this time, I needed to make a cold dish because there wasn’t any way to reheat or keep a dish hot. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am 90% of the time a hot food person. If given a choice, I will always pick a hot dish: a sandwich, entree, appetizer, soup, or chowder. 

I am also a savory person. I will choose potato chips or french fries over cookies or ice cream any day. This doesn’t mean I won’t eat a cold sandwich or salad. Before bed, I like to have something sweet, but I wouldn’t consider myself a sweets lover. 

We usually do a potluck sign-up sheet, but we didn’t this time since there were only seven of us. This could be a total crapshoot because sometimes there are too many desserts or all hummus and chips.

We all like to cook and eat, so I knew there would be different choices. I wanted to make something with flavor and easy to eat in its own edible cup. I decided to make Mediterranean Cucumber Cups, something I’ve never made or had before, but they sounded right for a hafla.

I picked up a couple of European cucumbers at Trader Joes the other day, along with some kalamata olives, grape tomatoes, a red onion, a couple of lemons, an orange bell pepper, and feta cheese. The only other ingredients I needed were kosher salt, pepper, and dried oregano in my pantry.

I peeled stripes in the cucumbers and cut them into one-inch pieces. I used a melon-baller to scoop out the insides of the cucumber, leaving enough on the edges to form a cup. I cut up the olives, tomatoes, red onion, and pepper. I zested a lemon and squeezed out the juice.

Next, I put all the cut-up veggies into a bowl and added the lemon juice and zest. I added kosher salt, pepper, and dried oregano to taste. I popped it into the fridge until later; I didn’t add the feta cheese yet until I was ready to fill the cups. The feta cheese would get cloudy and runny if I filled the cups too soon.

Later on, I added the feta cheese to the veggie mixture and filled the cups. They came out super cute, and I was happy with how festive and tasty they were.

At the hafla, we had different cheeses, cut-up fruit, sticky mango rice, fresh bread with honey butter, peppermint candies, and gluten-free brownies. The cucumber cups complimented everything on the table; everyone liked them. Everything I tasted was delicious; the sticky rice was my favorite. It wasn’t too sweet; it was perfect. I appreciated the gluten-free brownies as well.

I would have rather made something warm like spanakopita or a hot spinach & artichoke dip, but it wasn’t about the food I brought; it was about the dancing. I like hot food at the end of the day, but that’s just me.

Thanks for your service…

Spätzle Mobile.

When we started our business, The Vermont Spätzle Company almost five years ago we needed to advertise our brand and make our own deliveries.

Every other week Marty did a 500 loop throughout the state of Vermont. He tried doing it in his dad’s old Pathfinder which worked in the very beginning, but as the delivery run grew, we needed a delivery van.

Everywhere we went people stopped to talk to the “spätzle people.” The advertising on the van was working. We wanted as many people possible to see our company logo and ask about it.

As the business grew, we couldn’t give up one whole day of production for delivery day. We are very blessed to have a local business, Wilcox Ice Cream, drop ship our frozen spätzle for us. It’s worth every penny for us to have a distributor.

We still deliver to the NY surrounding area, but the amount of cases deliver doesn’t require a delivery van any more.

When we started the business we sold my Volkswagen. We didn’t want the burden of a car payment with the uncertainty of a new business. I began driving Marty’s dads Pathfinder. I was grateful to have a vehicle to drive, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed driving; except for the heated seats.

We sold the pathfinder last winter, it needed a bunch of work and we didn’t want to sink money into an old vehicle that I didn’t even like, but drove.

That’s when I started driving the delivery van all of the time. I hated it. I hate that it only has front windows and I have to use only my mirrors to merge onto highways and to back up. It’s not easy to drive and not pleasurable at all.

The speakers suck which is an understatement! I listen to music all of the time but not in the van. The cheap base model tiny speakers are so terrible that I’d rather go without music.

Week after week I started to hate driving the van even more. I parked way in the back of parking lots because I can’t park the thing correctly. I have no perception of where the parking lines are without being able to see properly.

Another thing that I hate about driving the van is the advertising. What we needed in the beginning became a drag. Everyone knew where I was and would comment they saw me here or there. People still stopped me to ask about our product. When I am out running errands, errands I don’t want to be doing anyway, the last thing I want is to have to talk to people and making the errands take twice as long.

Having a vehicle with your brand on it is not ideal because I have to be a courteous driver; I don’t want to give our business a bad name. I am not a patient driver and like to make gestures and swear…are you surprised at all? Lol.

With winter coming, I really knew I didn’t want to drive the van anymore. The van doesn’t have heat, it has slightly warm air. I hate winter and the cold, so not having heat is awful and not acceptable.

Again, I didn’t want spend money to put in a new heating system in a vehicle I hated. I hate driving it so much, I hated to drive at all. I told Marty I wanted my own vehicle again.

We have a monthly car payment on the van so it’s not like a new bill. I was sure I could find a nice vehicle roughly within the monthly payment we already had.

I did find one! I pick it up on Friday afternoon. I’ll wait to show her to you after she comes home. The only thing I will tell you is that I love the color of my new vehicle…Area 51. 👽

Thank you Spätzle Mobile for your service. You were there when we needed you, but it’s time to move on and help someone else out. Adios kid!

Dance sisters…

Photo by Maria Wulf. She used the timer on her phone.

Yesterday our belly dance group Bennington Beledi Tribal Bellydance( BBTB), had its annual Holiday Hafla…a belly dance holiday party.

Our dance group has been around for a long time; April marks my 19th year. I’ve danced with many women over the years, but Kat, Kathleen, and I have been dancing together for over 18 years.

Callie has been a member of our student troupe Sisters of the Shaw for at least 14 years. Emily also a member of Sister of the Shawl comes next with 7+ years, then our students Trish with 6 years, and finally Maria who has been with us for at least five years. These are the core women that danced at our hafla yesterday. Kathleen beats us all; she started dancing our style of belly dance 26 years ago.

Since covid hit, our troupe has remained together and dancing. This year turned out pretty good, all things considered. Last winter, Emily & Kathleen kept everyone dancing on zoom; before that, I made weekly videos for everyone to dance along to. An unbelievable thing happened when we were all able to dance in person again after almost six months apart; we all got better and improved tremendously! It was like we didn’t skip a beat.

I am proud to be a part of BBTB and watch our students blossom. Callie is our “oldest” sister of the student troupe, meaning in dance years, not age. She is the rock, the steady one, the one who keeps it together by keeping things in line when they are dancing together.

Callie.

Emily stepped up last winter and helped teach by dancing with Kathleen during zoom. Emily improved so much during that time. Yesterday, Emily performed a solo basket piece. Basket work is when a dancer balances a basket on their head and makes the basket part of the dance. Emily’s solo was stunning and smooth.

Emily.

Callie and Emily dance as a duet in our student troupe, Sisters of the Shawl. They are a tight duet, they get into each other’s energy and dance so in time with each other, you would swear it was choreographed. Our biggest compliment after a gig is that when people are floored, it was improv.

Level 3 students Trish, Callie & Emily.

Trish came back stronger as well. Trish works hard to correct her technique and zilling, which is getting better and better. She has had to learn to slow down and listen to the music and dance from her heart, not her head. For several months Trish and Callie have been practicing sword work. Sword work is when a dancer dances with a sword balanced on their head. It isn’t easy and takes a lot of practice. Ironically, sword practice forced Trish to slow down, or she would drop her sword, in turn slowing down when she didn’t have a sword on her head.

Sisters helping each other get ready.

Trish and Callie performed a sword piece yesterday that was smooth and graceful. It’s much more complicated than it looks with the possibility of dropping the sword at any given time with just one wrong move. Trish and Callie were a perfect duet, they practiced hard, and it showed.

Then comes Maria. When Maria started taking classes with us, she couldn’t step on the beat or hear it. Maria had never danced before and had zero body awareness meaning she was not aware of what the parts of her body were doing when she was moving or standing still. We had to teach Maria how to walk first, then dance.

Maria is in the lead. 🤗

It seemed a bit hopeless for the first few months, but she showed me little signs that she could dance. Maria didn’t believe me, but with patience, instructions, corrections, and building her confidence, she improved week after week. She was so dedicated and practiced at home, which is rare. She still practices at home, and I can tell each week.

I always say that you have to build up muscle memory first then the moves will follow. The same thing goes for zilling, playing our finger cymbals. Maria didn’t believe me initially, but over time she understood what I meant.

As teachers, Kathleen and I teach the same dance moves repeatedly. The explanations and instructions are different every time we teach them, depending on how we feel that day. For me, it’s whatever inspires me. Kathleen has her way of teaching, and I have mine, meaning there is always something for everyone to learn even if they don’t hear it that time or the next. Trish and Maria have said over the last year, “I never heard you say that before.” I die laughing and tell them they weren’t ready to hear it yet. This is 100% true.

Once you learn to step on the beat, learn the dance moves, play the zills, you have to learn how to lead. We are an improv style of dance, meaning nothing is choreographed. Learning how to lead is intimidating and scary. There are many things to consider when it’s your turn; the rest of the group follows what you are doing, so if you mess up, they do too. We never push someone to lead before they are ready; even if they aren’t too sure, we are.

When Trish would get into the lead, she used to look down, and you could see her thinking so hard it would hinder her dance. She is becoming more comfortable in the lead and is learning to start and stop songs. She is looking up now, thanks to that sword practice again.

When Maria used to step into the lead we had to teach her “how” to step into the lead with confidence. Before, she would have a look on her face like here goes nothing. She didn’t take it seriously because she didn’t think she could lead. We knew she could. When the time was right, she heard the right words at the right time and began to take leading seriously. It’s still intimating and scary for her, but she gets better every time she does it.

When Maria began taking classes, she wanted to dance with an attitude and confidence like we did. After many attitude and confidence lessons, she “gets” it now and is more confident and has a baby attitude, not giant ones like Kathleen and I have when we dance. Lol.

Yesterday, when we watched these four ladies dancing together, you could see how much they trusted each other and enjoyed dancing together. Maria truly was part of the “quad” and looked like she belonged there and believed she did. I can’t tell you how proud I am of her.

Photo by Maria Wulf.

Kathleen and I danced to two songs with skirt work. Skirt work uses your skirt as part of the dance, much like the other props, baskets, and swords. The best part of skirt work for me yesterday is that you don’t lift your arms overhead or drop your skirt. My left arm still hurt too much to lift, so these two short songs were perfect.

Me and Kat. Photo by Maria Wulf.

Kat retired from our dance troupe a few years ago but still comes to my Tribal Workout class each week. Yesterday, she danced to a song with us, and it was wonderful to have her there with us. Kat, Kathleen, and I have danced so many gigs together we couldn’t even count. Even though we don’t dance together often we would still be able to perform together if we had to since we all know each other’s dance moves so well. It’s just like riding a bike.

Wednesday is our last class of the year. My homework for everyone, including myself, will decide what they want to achieve and work on next year. We’ve been around a long time and aren’t going anywhere; our new motto is “We are still here.” You bet your ass we are.

A phone book…

Yesterday, when Marty brought in the mail, he said, “Wow! Look, a phone book!” We haven’t had a phone book in years. The cover says, “The real yellow pages. The original search engine.” 

Real as opposed to what else?

When we moved to Vermont from New Jersey 32 years ago, I was in for a significant culture shock. When I say shock, I mean shock. I was dumbfounded the first couple of years we were here. 

Silly little things were different. You had to pump your own gas. You could smoke in the grocery store, which delighted me since I was a smoker at the time. Hell, I probably would have lit up even if I didn’t smoke because you could. To the 23-year-old me, this was the coolest thing ever. Now it’s the most disgusting thing in the world! 🤢

The whole food scene was different too. I missed little things like an authentic bakery, a good pizzeria, bars that stayed open late, Entenmann’s donuts, cakes and cookies, Tasty Cake anything, Taylor ham or pork roll. The list goes on and on. What Vermont did have was peace and quiet along with no traffic.

I will never forget the first time I saw a phone book. I was beyond amused that it was so skinny, like a half-inch skinny. The phone books in New Jersey were so thick they were used as children’s booster seats. The phone books in Manhattan could be step ladders; they were so thick. I remember thinking we aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto, or in my case, NJ.

The thickness is thinner than my glasses.

Last night, just for kicks, I opened to the restaurant section of the yellow pages; I always look at the restaurant sections; it’s always about food with me. Some places have been closed for years and years. The more I read, the more I laughed. The Village Country Inn, The Rattlesnake Cafe, and Carmodys just to name a few.  

All the restaurants permanently closed long before the pandemic.

Next, I checked the Hotels & Motels section. Most of the hotels are still in existence. The motels? More than half of them are welfare/halfway houses. I understand there is an extreme need for places like these for people down on their luck or bad situations. A few years ago, Marty and I got duped on a Priceline booking in Connecticut. Us and another family were the only guests of the “hotel,” which turned out to be a motel.

To say the least, it was entertaining watching all the action going on while sitting on our balcony that was 50 yards from the highway. When we were in the pool, we could have tossed a beachball over our shoulder, and it would have landed on a car.

At some point, I was apprehensive because people were whacked out on drugs and crazy. I mean, batshit crazy. Many were transients with vouchers from the state; our next-door neighbor was clearly homeless and wouldn’t leave us alone. We got the hell out of there the next day and said, “never again.” It was a learning lesson of a lifetime!

Back to the phone book, there were also goods and services listed that have been out of business for years. Doesn’t anyone who works for the Yellow Pages check these things? What’s even more puzzling is that they have added new businesses, so why not remove the older than dirt ones that exist anymore?

As far as the original search engine business goes, I looked up a couple of the closed businesses using an online search engine that listed the business as permanently closed. Another thing I started thinking about was who in the fuck even uses a paper phone book these days?

Back in the day when we moved to VT, the phone book was the only way to get local information, and it was trustworthy. This was how we found everything we needed before we had any friends to ask. Now we have the internet.

Also back in the day, whenever we stayed at a hotel somewhere, I would grab the phone book from the drawer with the Bible, jump on the bed, and start leafing through it. They even had menus so we could decide where to eat! 

A big part of me misses those days of laying on my stomach with my legs curled up flipping through those pages. Believe it or not, I still look in the Bible drawer to see if there are any phone books; the Book of Mormon has replaced the phone book. BTW The musical The Book of Mormon is hysterical, and I love, love, love the music! I know I got off track here.

Maybe people who still have landlines and no computer use a phone book? Fair enough, so then they should at least have up to this decade’s information listed for these folks. Right? 

My last question is, do businesses still pay to have their business ads in the phone book;? Selling yellow pages ads used to be a profitable business, our best man in our wedding Paulie used to sell those business ads. He was quite the salesman and guido!

All these questions and no real answers…it’s like the great phone book mystery that remains unsolved!

Tough week…

This weeks snow.

This week…ugh! It’s been ten days since my booster and I still am exhausted after minor activity. My arm still aches if I move it. It’s still badly bruised. I have a dull headache that comes and goes.

Needless to say, working in the production kitchen was torture. Today was the worst day yet. But I did it. I had to, we have orders to fill and a business to run or we won’t have one.

I apologized once this week for slacking off on writing, but I am struggling. I still have two days until our belly dance Holiday Hafla on Sunday. I am planning on going no matter what, even if I can’t dance as much as I would like. I picked out my costume last night and have it all set to go.

Hopefully this reaction follows the other two and lasts exactly two weeks, that’s Monday. When I feel better I will be raring to go. 🤞🏼

I can’t believe it’s Friday already. I feel like I’ve lost another week by not feeling well. I usually post a cheery Happy Friday, even though I am not up to a happy Friday I still wish one for you all. Cheers!

Silverskin…

Silverskin is a nasty topic they never really address on cooking shows or even in most cookbooks. Home cooks follow recipes in their favorite cookbook or try to recreate dishes they see celebrity chefs make on tv and wonder why the hell their meat came out tough, chewy, and mangled.

This type of cooking mistake isn’t the home cooks’ fault; it’s the food industry in general. Yes, I have a strong theory about famous chefs’ cookbooks and how their recipes are entirely different from what you eat in their restaurants. I’ve spoken with chefs, and they agree 100%.

The quick lowdown is the amount of fat, sugar, and salt used in restaurant food. One quick example out of many is Gordon Ramsey himself said on the tv show Master Chef that his mashed potato recipe is 60% potato and 40% butter with a tremendous amount of salt. No more wondering why his potatoes are so delicious, right? He isn’t making healthy food in his restaurants; he’s making delicious food you can’t replicate at home.

Ok, back to silver skin; what is it, and how do you get rid of it? Silverskin is the connective tissue found in certain cuts of beef, lamb, and pork, most noticeably on ribs. 

Silverskin is a silver, translucent membrane found on ribs, pork tenderloin, skirt, flank, other cuts of steak, and rack of lamb. Silverskin isn’t found on poultry. I am not sure about wild game meats since I don’t cook or eat them—sorry, hunters.

Silverskin is different from fat on meats. The fat renders down on a grill or melts away when braising meats. Silverskin doesn’t render or melt away; that nasty shit is there to stay, making the meat chewy and tough. Another thing about silver skin, when it’s not removed, it blocks seasoning and rubs from penetrating the meat. Silverskin mangles the meat when grilled or baked. 

When I was learning to cook, I assumed that the supermarket butcher “cleaned” the meat I was buying. What do they say about the word assume? Oh yeah, it makes an ass-out of-u-and me. Butchers will clean and trim fat and silverskin if you ask them to, or you can do it yourself. People who enjoy cooking may get the same satisfaction that I get after cleaning and trimming meat. It’s weird, I know.

The good news is silver skin is easy to remove with a bit of practice. You will need a sharp knife with a thin blade like a paring or boning knife, a cutting board, and some paper towels.

Whenever I make a pot of stew I buy chuck roast instead of stew meat. Stew meat is often filled with grizzled and fat in pieces smaller than I would like. Chuck steak is a relatively inexpensive cut of beef, although these days, nothing is inexpensive. Chuck steak is a tough piece of meat that needs to be braised. Dishes such a pot roast, sauerbraten, stew, or Mexican shredded beef used in tacos.

Lifting the silverskin from a chuck roast.

Trimming a chuck roast is pretty straightforward. You remove the fat with the knife or your fingers, then check for silverskin. Next, carefully slide the blade of your knife under the silverskin. If the meat is slippery, you can hold the meat with a paper towel for a better grip.

Remember these words…let the knife do the work. Carefully slide the knife under the skin and begin to pull up using your hand. The silverskin will lift off the meat; it’s pretty gratifying for me when I can get a big piece. Go to the next area and repeat, trying not to cut into the meat.

It sounds simple, but it does take some practice. You don’t want to trim meat your first time while rushing to get a weeknight dinner on the table. Practice your meat trimming skills when you have some time. I usually trim meat earlier in the day or the day before, then either marinate, dry rub, or wrap tightly for later use.

Silverskin on ribs is easy to remove and is only on the exposed bone side. Just lift one side with a paring knife, and the whole thing peels right off. Everyone in the bbq world removes the silverskin, so the ribs pull apart easily with that rubbery thing. 🤮

When cleaning a pork tenderloin, the silverskin is only on one side and starts at the end of one side of the tenderloin. The silverskin removal is a little tricky because it’s easy to take some of the meat with it. Getting the knife under the meat is harder than other meats. Slow and steady, then it comes right off with the help of a paper towel if necessary.

Some of our favorite cuts of meat are ones that people don’t know what to do with, let alone how to clean them; these cuts are flank steak, skirt steak, hanger steak, brisket, tres major, and flat iron.

Skirt and flank steaks have a lot of fat, which is easy to remove by pulling it off with your fingers. The silverskin is also easy to remove. You don’t want to remove all the fat since fat = flavor, and it is a fatty cut of meat; however, the fat melts away when grilled, resulting in a very tasty, tender piece of steak.

I have been wanting to write about trimming meat for months. If this is something that you have no interest in doing or are afraid to try doing, ask your butcher to trim the meat of the fat and silverskin for you. You can even ask the butcher department of a supermarket to do this for you as well. If they refuse, then find yourself a new supermarket. You don’t have to tell them to go to hell like I would. LOL!

Hopefully, I could explain meat trimming clearly and understandably. It takes practice like other kitchen skills; you can watch how-to videos on Youtube. Chefs and cooks weren’t born doing any kitchen task perfectly the first or second time they tried doing it. The biggest and most important thing with all knife work is using a sharp knife; if you don’t have one, make the investment and buy a new knife.

To sharpen your knife or new knife that will need sharpening, ask a kitchen store for advice for a good knife sharpener, or take your knives to a professional knife sharpener. Smith’s brand is my favorite kind of knife sharpener, which you can buy in a hardware store for about $17 bucks. Just watch a YouTube video on how to use it, and it will be your favorite too!

I rarely preach something but, you should be sharpening your knives regularly. I sharpen mine every time I use them. They don’t need much, just a new, fresh edge. I know people who have never sharpened their knives or only do it once a year then complain how much they hate cutting things. When people use dull knives, they are pressing down on the knife to cut, not let the knife glide through whatever you are cutting; back to “let the knife do the work.”

Well, I never imagined I would go on and on about silverskin and meat trimming. I hope this information has been helpful if it’s something you aren’t familiar with doing. I guess if you don’t eat meat or cook, this post definitely wasn’t for you.

It’s a snowy night here in Vermont, nothing real but snow showers. I stayed home from belly dance class. I haven’t regained my energy or strength yet from my booster; I need to save the little bit I have for spätzle production tomorrow and Friday. Have a great night!

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