Monday, April 30, 2012

Priceless Pearls: Caviar


Eloquently clustered and perfectly arranged, the mysterious yet captivating roe laid quietly upon thinly prepared pancakes, as if a force attracted each egg together in an enchanted harmony. Mesmerized by the dish that my mother prepared, my entire extended family gathered around the dining table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my mother’s annual caviar pancakes. Noticing my prolonged and curious gaze, my mother scooped up a generous spoonful of roe out of the yellow tin and glided it onto another warm pancake for me. Due to my young age, my mother never found it appropriate to share caviar with me as a child, for I was not aware of the specialty and would not appreciate the dish as a delicacy. Fortunately, entering my teen years with new adult responsibilities, my mother finally found it suitable to have me attend the family tradition on New Years Eve. I will never forget the first night when I tried caviar; those priceless pearls melted in my mouth with a soft beady sensation that connected me to something primitive yet elusive. I felt a deeply rooted connection with the ocean and I instantly understood the appeal of caviar. However, for me, the caviar itself was not the best part of the night. It was the time spent with family in a classy and mature manor, reflecting over the past year and making promises for the next that helped compliment the caviar ceremony. Yet, I had always wondered where the New Years Eve caviar tradition had started in my family and what it was about caviar that caused it to be so highly coveted. Seeking answers, I investigated the history of caviar, the economic and environmental consequences behind farming it, and its relevance in society at large as a delicacy. It led me to recognize the unfortunate possibility that my family tradition may end one day due to overfishing, but also to a family story that had never been fully revealed to me about the importance of sticking together through tough times. The enjoyment of costly luxuries is usually based upon its rarity, exclusiveness, and festiveness, however in my family, caviar is alluring because of its ability to help my family reflect on past experiences, signify a new beginning, and make my mother stand out.


To fully appreciate the culture behind caviar, one must understand its extensive history, the rarity it possesses, and the economics behind it. To start, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, caviar is “the roe of the sturgeon and other large fish obtained from lakes and rivers of the east of Europe, pressed and salted, and eaten as a relish” (OED). However, this definition conflicts with the cultural belief surrounding caviar and its extensive history. Culturally, the belief is widely accepted that for caviar to be considered true caviar, not to be confused with the roe of any fish, it must specifically come from the sturgeon fish from the Caspian or Black Sea. There are many common less-expensive replacements for caviar such as salmon and cuttlefish eggs, but these are not to be confused with true caviar. Alongside different types of fish roe, all Sturgeon fish are not alike. There are many different species of the same fish, all of which have different tasting roe based on their location and breed. There are a few types of common caviar that everyone should be aware of. Beluga, the notoriously gigantic fish, has highly prized eggs. Beluga caviar has a subtle, creamy and an oceanic aftertaste. In most places they aren’t legally farmable and they’re difficult to buy because of conservation, which dramatically increases the prices to approximately four hundred dollars per ounce. Another caviar, Ossetra, is commonly farmed and has a nutty aftertaste. Unlike Beluga, Ossetra is cheaper and more easily available to purchase. My family uses Ossetra caviar for our family tradition because my mother prefers the taste and believes it is more affordable. Sevruga, one of the smaller breeds, is farmed quickly and the eggs are often preferred because they’re affordable and have a salty flavor.


Caviar has been a part of ancient culture for thousands of years. Investigating the etymology of the word caviar, “the origins of the word are claimed to be from the Greek avyaron, the Italian caviale, or Turkish haviar, but more likely these were corruptions of the Persian: mahi-e-khaveeyar is ‘gravid fish’, meaning ‘having eggs’”(Fletcher, 16). Although caviar was not as highly coveted as sturgeon meat was in the ancient world, fish eggs were undoubtedly eaten. Caviar was not coveted until Aristotle commented on the quality of sturgeon eggs and until it gained the approval from the Russian and Greek Orthodox Churches as suitable for fast days. Once sanctioned, caviar became the soul and icon of Russia and the passion for the priceless pearls progressively spread around the world. Likewise, after the industrial revolution, the demand for caviar hit globalization and the survival of the fish came down to supply and demand. As Minder describes, "Caviar might be perceived as one of the world's most exclusive products, but its production is expanding far and fast"(Minder).  Caviar was no longer impossible to ship from the Caspian Sea over to Europe and America and there was little doubt that more caviar was being consumed worldwide than ever before. It seemed to raise concerns according to Inga Saffron, “It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted. The reality was that caviar was never meant to be a delicacy for the masses, as easy to obtain as a box of chocolates” (Saffron, xiii.) She believes that the rarity and reputation fuels desire and helps make it more of a delicacy. However, I believe that caviar should be somewhere in the middle. It shouldn’t be available like chocolate, but families should be able to have it on special occasions such as we do on New Years Eve.


Unfortunately, as in almost any economic situation, when there’s profit to be made, environmental consequences shortly follow. As one critic describes, “It [caviar] is a sad story about man’s rapaciousness and quest for profit with complete disregard for loss of biological diversity” (Goldstein). Russian’s and Middle Easterners quickly learned that there was money to be made by fishing sturgeon and harvesting caviar. It was an easy business for many people in Russia and the Middle East because Sturgeon fish are notorious for being placid creatures. They are very easy to catch and do not struggle when you pick them up. Ironically, they have existed for millions of years. “They [sturgeon] survived heat and ice that wipe out countless other species, and coexisted with humans when they emerged two million years ago. But they seem to have no instinct to escape the clumsiest of fishing systems, and within the last 150 years, human activities have practically wiped them out” (Fletcher, 11). Although sturgeon are very hardy creatures, overfishing in recent years has greatly reduced their populations. Thus, my family worries about the potential of sturgeon becoming extinct in the near future, which would ruin our family tradition forever.

Even though my family doesn’t have a deeply rooted Russian or Middle Eastern history, we still use caviar as a delicacy. Every New Years Eve, my entire extended family travels from all across the country to gather at my grandmother’s house in Florida for the special occasion. Reminiscing over family stories and bonding over past times, New Years Eve uniquely marks the time that my entire family reunites and celebrates the festivities of a new commencement. Gathered around the television, chattering with half drunken spirits and guided by loud laughter, my family and I watch the famous New Year’s ball drop on NBC in Times Square. Although most of the attention around the world is probably on the extravagant ball dropping in New York City, my family’s attention is distracted by another type of coveted ball, the beady pearls of the ocean: caviar.  

Preparations for the celebration come in the form of competing with aggressive shoppers scurrying under strict holiday shopping hours. Seafood and New Year's Eve are a sacred combination, especially in Florida. I always thought that my mother should buy the caviar a few days ahead of time and forgo the usual commotion. However, for some reason she believes that the caviar should be bought on the same day that it is consumed. Fortunately, the only part of the meal that actually requires cooking is the mini crepe styled pancakes. Once cooked, the caviar is placed on top of them. They have a very simple recipe of flour, sugar, baking powder, egg, milk, butter and the perfect pan flip over a hot stove performed by my mother. To compliment the pancakes, my father and I are usually assigned to help chop up onions and hard boiled eggs.



Served w/ mother-of-pearl 
To make the tradition more memorable, lots of time and energy are put into the presentation. “It really is all about the presentation.  It is as much a visual experience as it is a flavorful one,” my mother explained to me. First the accouterments are delightfully sorted into their appropriate serving dishes. Chopped onions, chopped hard-boiled eggs, sour cream, and a warming dish for the pancakes are all neatly prepared before the main serving.  The caviar, the honoree for the evening, is placed in a glass bowl, which is then placed an even larger glass bowl filled with ice, accompanied by a mother-of-pearl serving spoon. It is part of the caviar culture to serve the dish with a mother-of-pearl, bone, or golden dining set.  Many people believe that normal silverware destroys the taste of the caviar and my mother strongly agrees. As it is laid on the dining table, my mother leads the toast, celebrating the gathering, the past year, and the strength of our family’s relationships.

Everyone has his or her own choice of beverage to accompany the caviar. My mother prefers champagne because of the combination of beady and bubbly texture on the pallet of her mouth. My uncle prefers vodka on the rocks because it clears the taste from his mouth and allows for a renewing flavor. Since I’m underage, I prefer to drink sparkling water because I too, similar to my mother, enjoy the beady and bubbly sensation of the caviar on my tongue.

There’s more to caviar than one might expect. It’s a delicacy and a critical part of the festiveness, but I wanted to understand why else the tradition was deeply rooted in my own family history. As I looked into caviar, I believe it was chosen because the roe itself symbolizes a new beginning that has yet to unfold. To me, the shinny shell resembles good fortunes, desire, and overall wellness. The gooey inside reminds me to sometimes take problems light heartedly. Additionally, the round but individual shapes represent the personal attachment and individuality each person has in my family.

However, after talking with my mother about the history of the tradition, I have come to learn that caviar has much more of a symbolic meaning for her than it will ever have for me. In my mother’s late teens, her parents went through a rough divorce, resulting with the separation of my mother from her father. My mother’s father, to this day, has unknown whereabouts and has not kept in touch with any part of the family since the divorce over 40 years ago. As a maturing teenager, it was a difficult time for my mother to experience such a hardship. She explained that the year of the divorce was the first time she had ever felt lonely and that she wanted a new beginning. She figured that New Years Eve would be the perfect opportunity to start a new beginning and chose to celebrate the night by eating a small tin of caviar with the remainder of her family.

My mother and her sisters pocketed enough money to buy a little tin of caviar to celebrate the New Year. “We splurged on purchasing just a small tin,” my mother explained. The tradition started the year after the divorce. My mother emotionally described, “At a time that most people would stop celebrating, my family decided to embrace the divorce and to use the caviar to help signify and strengthen our relationships with each other for years to come.” I was perplexed with my mother’s words. I never realized how deeply meaningful caviar was to her because she had never explained how the tradition had started. To me, it was something partially symbolic to help signify a new beginning, but to her it meant staying together as a family.

My mothers words lead me to the question, “Why caviar?” I asked. The whole mystery still was not coming full circle for me. She explained that there’s something about caviar that found a unique place within her family after the divorce and that I too should find my own meaning with the tradition. Although she didn’t explain exactly why she chose caviar, I was lead to believe that my mother and her sisters embodied the nature of it. My mother was separated from her father before maturing, just as the caviar was separated abruptly from the sturgeon fish. My mother’s family also stuck tightly together in a strong willed force with each other throughout the pursuing hardships, just as caviar clusters and sticks together naturally in a tin can and as you spread it across a pancake. The eggs symbolized a new beginning yet to come and encouraged her family to support each other just like the 200 million year old Jurassic sturgeon roe did to survive their own hardships such as the Ice Age. Even though my mother’s family was struggling financially and caviar is usually associated with tsars and popes, she felt that she too deserved the royalty and delicacy that those people experienced, at least once a year. All the different factors woven together created a tradition that would help keep the family together through good years and bad, and to her, that was something worth celebrating.






Recipe / How to prepare caviar pancakes


Ingredients:
1 cup all-purpose flour
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup water
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons butter, melted 
1 ounce tin of caviar, chilled
(Optional) 1 chopped hard boiled egg, sour cream, chopped onion


Directions


1. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the flour and the eggs. Gradually add in the milk and water, stirring to combine. Add the salt and butter; beat until smooth.


2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium to high heat. Pour or scoop the bater onto the griddle using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Tilt the pan with a circular motion so that the batter coats the surface evenly.


3. Cook the pancake for about 2 minutes, until the bottom is light brown. Loosen with a spatula, turn and cook the other side.


4. Let pancake cool to warmth and gently, using a wooden or mother-of-pearl spoon, slide a heaping spoon full of caviar onto pancake.


5. (Optional) Add sour cream, chopped onions, or hardboiled eggs to top of pancake alongside caviar.


6. Keep caviar chilled in a bowl with ice surrounding the exterior of the bowl. Easiest way to do this is to have a smaller bowl containing caviar, inside a larger bowl containing ice and the smaller bowl.





Works Cited


"Caviar." The Oxford Encyclopedia of Food and Drink in America. e-reference ed. 2000. 
          Online.


Dillinger, Karen. Personal Interview. 12 Apr 2012.


Fletcher, Nichola. Caviar A Global History. London: Reaktion Books, 2010. Print.




Goldstein, Darra. Review: Review of Caviar: The Strange History and Uncertain Future of 
          the World's Most Coveted Delicacy. Gastronomica: The Journal of Food and Culture,  
          Vol. 3, No.4; pp. 104-105. 2003




Minder, Raphael. "Caviar Migrates Beyond The Caspian Region." New York Times 17 Dec 
         2011: p30p. Print.


Saffron, Inga. Caviar: The Strange History and Uncertain Future of the World's Most 
          Coveted Delicacy. New York: Broadway Books, 2002. Print.


Friday, April 13, 2012

The remaining king


This past year, Emory Village has undergone a complete remodeling in regards to landscape and new restaurants. New walk paths, rotaries, and flowers have been added to increase the liveliness and attractiveness of Emory’s main entrance. Alongside the new construction, restaurants such as Chipotle and Tin Drum have opened up their doors to Emory students and locals. With all the new construction and additions, one would assume that Emory Village is a better place. But is it actually?

The closing of Wonderful World marked the start of a calamity, the one burger joint in Emory Village was replaced by Tin Drum, an Asian noodle house, conveniently located across the street from the renowned Doc Chey’s. This swap leaves Emory village in a crisis. The village now has two pizza places, Domino’s and Everybody’s, two Starbucks, two Asian noodle houses, Tin drum and Doc Chey’s, and even two places to get burritos and tacos, Chipotle and Bad Dog. However, Emory village still does not have a bar, it no longer has a place to get a burger, and there’s still no place to grab some late night dollar a slice pizza. With all do respect, I am a firm believer in an economic “survival of the fittest” for restaurants, but this occurrence still puzzles my mind. 

Curiously, I eagerly awaited the opening of Tin Drum, only having high anticipations and expectations for the new noodle house that is going not only have to surpass Wonderful World’s burgers, but also compete with the renowned Doc Chey’s. It was surprising to see that Tin Drum had been built, furnished, and operating only a week after the closing of Wonderful World. As one of the first customers inside the newly opened restaurant, I was treated to a free entrée meal, with the purchase of a fountain drink. Looking over their menu, I thought to my self, “Wow, this looks exactly like Doc Chey’s menu.” Ranging from Pad-thai, to edamame, the menus were almost identical. The one dish Tin Drum had that Doc Chey’s didn’t was the variety of curry-based entrée’s; one of which I ordered myself called the Masaman.
Edamame and pineapple fried rice
The Masaman consisted of a curry base, with carrots, potatoes, white rice, avocado, peas, and chicken. The meal was decent, but it was nothing that I’d be dying to come back for. Likewise, the curry itself was good, but it wasn’t eye widening. It makes for a better meal than the DUC and Cox, but it certainly doesn’t top Doc Chey’s or the reputation of Wonderful World. The prices were also expensive for the quality of the food. An appetizer, drink and an entrée costs around $17. I had a few bland tasting bites of my friends’ dishes and they too were not impressed. Nevertheless, Tin Drum definitely fills your appetite with very large portions, but a special quality and uniqueness lacks from their dishes. Then again, this was the first day of operation for the restaurant, so it would be unfair to make these claims without going back in a few more weeks. However in my opinion Doc Chey’s remains the best restaurant in Emory Village.  

Masaman and white rice

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Double Trouble


As I continued on my quest to eat at all of the restaurants in Emory Village, I was eager to try Wonderful World. However, as I walked over to the village on Sunday, expecting to have a delicious burger at Wonderful World, I was shocked to see that it was being shut down and that it was being replaced by another Asian noodle house. This was upsetting because I had never had a chance to grab a burger at Wonderful World, even though I had heard from most of my friends that the burgers were quite delicious and unique. The closing of Wonderful World was also disappointing because Emory Village already has an Asian noodle house; literally across the street from Wonderful World is Doc Chey’s. Now the village remains without a burger joint. It boggles my mind that there are going to be two Asian noodle houses and two Starbucks within 200 yards of each other. Emory Village needs more diversity!  
Nevertheless, I ended up eating at Rise-n-dine, which had a typical 30-minute wait. The food at Rise-n-dine was actually well prepared and wholesome. Once inside, the service is prompt and timely. However waiting for breakfast outside of rise-n-dine and being forced to smell the bacon cooking in the kitchen is torturous. The menu was extensive for only serving breakfast and they even had some special dishes that most other breakfast places ignore, such as Nutella pancakes.
Nutella Pancakes and and Egg Sandwich on a buttery biscuit with grilled tomatoes, basil, and bacon.
These Nutella pancakes were the most delicious pancakes I have ever had in my entire life. I have had Nutella crepes before, which were also delicious, but these pancakes were even better. They were smothered in a perfectly thin layer of Nutella, had chopped banana chunks inside and were topped with a mountain of whip cream. Since the pancakes weren’t enough, I also ordered an egg sandwich with grilled tomatoes, basil, and bacon, on a buttery biscuit. The biscuit melted in my mouth and complimented the crunch of the bacon. The eggs and tomatoes worked well with each other too, and provided a juicy and warm sensation as I bit into the sandwich.
As of now, I still prefer Doc Chey’s the most out of any restaurant in Emory Village, mostly because of the cheap prices and the amount of food you can get for less than ten bucks. However, with the new noodle house coming in soon, the thrown can be once again be usurped. I will just have to wait and see… 

Friday, March 2, 2012

Watch the Throne



            When a visiting friend asked me which restaurant in Emory Village was the best, I was overcome with a sense of guilt and embarrassment. I was trying to figure out why and how I could have lived at Emory for an entire semester and only have eaten at two restaurants in Emory Village. Due to the feeling of guilt that my friend’s question installed upon me, I decided the only way to resolve my feelings would be to embark on a quest by eating at all of the restaurants in Emory Village within the second semester.
After eating at Saba, a slightly expensive Italian restaurant, my expectations were held high for the remaining restaurants in Emory Village. Falafel King certainly did not hold up to my previous expectations and I believe that the restaurant has a significantly overrated reputation around campus. I’m actually quite surprised that the place has stayed in business. Even though the food was acceptable, I never thought it was possible to grow a beard while waiting in line to receive an order of Falafel. Nevertheless, Falafel King at least made it possible for me, while I waited for my order, to go across the street and get a cheap haircut at Super Cuts while still having time to pick up my dry-cleaning down the road.
Another restaurant that did not hold up to its reputation was Everybody’s Pizza. To be honest, the restaurant seemed to have a decent status among friends. However, I felt that the service at Everybody’s Pizza was subpar, the dishes lacked even a remote amount of diversity, and the food was bland. Furthermore, after receiving my dish and seeing a four-inch strand of hair emerging from the pesto sauce, I do not predict I will be revisiting Everybody’s Pizza any time soon.

House Salad and Pork Steamed Dumplings (Doc Chey's)

On the other hand, Doc Chey’s Noodle House was one of the restaurants that offered a beacon of light in my quest to find the best restaurant in Emory Village. Doc Chey’s offers quality Asian dishes at an affordable price. My friend and I ate there after a tiring swim practice and we were stuffed with only spending twenty dollars on food. If you’re someone that enjoys sampling many different appetizers, the dumplings, the edamame, and the house salad were all phenomenal. The House salad had an original homemade ginger dressing which served as an excellent compliment to the hot, hand rolled, steamed pork dumplings. Additionally, the Edamame was cooked perfectly and was coated in just the right amount of salt to fulfill a crave. It was easy to notice that I was enjoying food prepared with fresh vegetables, meats, and quality ingredients. As of now, Doc Chey’s Noodle house takes the crown for being the best restaurant in Emory Village. However, I still need to eat at a few more to restaurants to decide if any others can usurp the throne. 
Edamame (Doc Chey's)



Friday, February 3, 2012

Flip Burger Boutique ☆☆☆☆


            Last weekend, as a fraternal rush event, I was treated to lunch at Flip Burger Boutique. Surprisingly, the restaurant had a thirty-minute wait, even though it was 3:45pm on a Sunday afternoon. Flip Burger Boutique has a very great reputation on Emory campus, often compared to Yeah Burger, Farm Burger, and Wonderful World. It has a unique modern style, which redefines the conventional burger. The restaurant mixes a fine dining experience with gourmet ingredients, creating a novel and pure energy in their dishes.
            Flip Burger’s chef, Richard Blais, is one of the nations most renowned chefs. He has been on countless Food Network and Top Chef television series and is well known for his innovative and redefining style. After eating a Flip Burger, I saw exactly for myself what all the hype was about. He takes a conventional burger and adds gourmet dishes on top of it.
            The menu was short and diverse. Nevertheless, it was an easy decision for me to pick the Philly Burger. I have always loved the combination of cheese, steak, onions and mushroom. The burger was composed of shaved top sirloin, caramelized onions, mushrooms, green bell peppers, ketchup, and an extremely light and fluffy house-made cheese wiz. The mixture between both the burger patty and the shaved top sirloin made for a great combination.

Nutella and Burnt Marshmallow Liquid N2 Milkshake

            From word of mouth, I heard to get one of Flip Burger’s liquid N2 milkshakes. The milkshake menu contains bizarre ingredients: Nutella and burnt marshmallow, Krispy Kreme, and Captain Crunch and peanut butter foam. I’m personally a huge Nutella fan, so I decided to go with the Nutella shake. The shake was beautiful and delicious. The Nutella was evenly blended into the shake, without compromising the smoothness or drinkability. On top of the shake were the burnt marshmallows, which added an even more creamy taste and triggered a nostalgic desire for s’mores. Overall, Flip Burger Boutique was a great place to eat for both its atmosphere and for its unconventional food dishes. However, it was a little bit pricey for the small amount of food they give you. So if you're looking to eat a lot, this is not the right place. But if you're looking for something with great taste and novelty, Flip Burger Boutique is the place to go. 
           
            

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Saba-restaurant ☆☆☆☆☆


Last Friday night, for my nineteenth birthday, I was graciously treated to dinner at Saba-restaurant. I was expecting the restaurant to be packed, like many other restaurants in the area at seven o’clock on a Friday night. Saba was surprisingly empty, given its unquestionably stellar reputation among Emory students for its affordable prices, high quality food, and convenient location. There were only a few people in Saba, which created a pleasantly patient and personal atmosphere.
Anytime I go to a restaurant, I prefer to select risky appetizers—something that I have never tried before. This leaves the uncertainty of whether or not I will actually enjoy the food. Optimally, the selection leads to the discovery of new and delicious flavors. Furthermore, I find that the anticipation of blindly trusting the chef’s expertise can be equally as thrilling.
When I glanced over the menu, many of the appetizers were familiar, an assortment of salads, hummus, meatball sliders, bruschetta, and fries. Nevertheless, what stood out over the others was the honey ricotta with pecans, prosciutto and sliced apple. The pecans and sliced apple combination of taste was familiar to me. But, I had an urge to discover how it would taste alongside ricotta, prosciutto and honey.


Honey ricotta with pecans, prosciutto, and sliced apple.

When the appetizer came, I was dazzled by both the presentation and the quality. The plate was covered with a thin layer of prosciutto, which made it easy to cut and chew. The ricotta cheese was presented like an ice-cream scoop, which created a dessert like appearance, especially when the crunchy pecans were chopped and scattered across the dish. Sliced apples were used to separate the bites or ricotta and to set the foundation for the dish. The honey was drizzled in an unorganized but evenly distributed layer.
            Nevertheless, the appetizer was as delicious as it appeared. The ricotta was fluffy, and complimented the faint taste and texture of the prosciutto. The apples and pecans gave the dish a crunchy and fruitful taste. The honey was able to bring the whole dish together, similar to how caramel holds together a sundae. Overall, I wasn’t sure if this was a better appetizer or a distinctive healthy dessert. But nevertheless, it served as an excellent spectacle and it quenched my desire for both discovery and exploration.