Friday, December 6, 2019

In Search of Goulasch






Garrett's Goulasch made in the slow cooker.

     In the town of Hendersonville, North Carolina at the top of the blue Ridge escarpment is a little German restaurant called.Haus Heidelberg.  After passing it by for several years, we finally went inside. They have a fine selection of German beers. I tried the Spaten "Optimator" which has great authority. After perusing the menu, I settled on a dish called “Goulash."

     As expected, the dish was a hearty beef stew, served with amazing mashed potatoes (Sour cream and a dash of nutmeg set them apart). What I didn’t expect was that the savory beef dish would take me back to my childhood and a long forgotten memory of my Grandmother's kitchen.

     My  great grandmother on my father’s side had the last name of Biedenbaugh from a German family that imigrated in the 19th century. Family lore was that their original name was Petersbach, perhaps after the French town by the same name that was in the German-speaking Alsace region which was annexed by Germany in 1871. Their name was summarily changed a Ellis Island, like that of thousands of others.

     Grandma Garrett was a pretty good cook, and frequently made the stew. It was hearty and savory and contained an ingredient that I never experienced in other stews, that gave it a special flavor. That ingredient was bell pepper. And that was what made the stew in Hendersonville so special. Like Marcel Proust, who smelled the madeleines, the stew flooded me with memories of things past, particularly, that of childhood dinners at my Grandma Garrett’s Formica table savoring the stew and the aroma of A & P coffee.

     I have had Goulash at home made by my wife, but I wondered how the “authentic” dish differed. (My wife has less German blood than Senator Warren has native American), so when I decided to re-create the recipe, I went on the Net to find an authentic one.

    Goulasch or Goulash as it is Americanized is basically a spicy meat stew and is one of the national dishes of Hungary, which is why most people think of the nation when they think of the stew. It is a very old recipe, dating back to medieval times. The name relates to “Herdsman” as it was eaten by cattle and sheep herders who dried the seasoned meat to preserve it, (similar to jerky) and stored in in a (dead)sheep’s stomach so that the herders in the field only needed to add water to bring it back to edible consistency.

     Goulash is enjoyed in most European countries and the recipe is pretty common with only a few regional tweaks. I say usually, because centuries of migration between countries has more-or-less democratized the dish.

     Many countries have their own version, including Ethiopia, which uses fish instead of red meat, and the Philippines, where goat meat is often used. The main difference between Hungarian and German Goulash is that Hungarians favor caraway, and have noodles as a side dish, where Germans use potatoes, and no caraway. Paprika became a staple ingredient when it came available in Europe in the 17th century. American Goulash, especially when made by Yankees, frequently includes macaroni noodles cooked in the mix.

     Basic goulash is meat, usually beef or other red meat, with tomatoes, vegetables and paprika. The emphasis on tomatoes and paprika and green pepper is what distinguishes it from American beef stew.  Stock or wine is used as a braising sauce. 

      Armed with this information and my trusty slow cooker, I set about to create a goulash my grandmother would approve of.

Garrett’s Goulash

The Meat:

2 lbs. beef stew meat, trimmed

The Vegetables:

One large onion, diced

One green pepper, diced

Baby carrots (or one or two regular carrots, diced)

3-4 redskin potatoes, quartered.  (Optional. I added the potatoes since I wasn’t planning to serve the stew with an extra starch)

The other stuff:

2-3 Tbsp. oil

One can diced tomatoes

One-two Tbsp. tomato paste

One-two Tbsp. Beef flavored Better Than Bullion

1-2 cloves of garlic

2-3 Tbsp. Hungarian paprika

1 cup red wine or beef stock, divided (If you want to be persnickety make sure the wine is from Germany. Beef stock is pretty much the same everywhere.)

1-1/2 Tsp. dried Thyme

Salt and pepper to taste

The instructions:

Brown the beef in the oil in small batches and place in the slow cooker.

SautΓ© onions and peppers in the pan juices, adding garlic in the last minute of cooking. Add ½ cup wine or stock and deglaze the pan (I forgot to do this. OOPs!).

Transfer all ingredients* to the slow cooker and cook for 6-8 hours on low.

*For firmer potatoes, add them during the last half of the cooking time.

Though the Europeans serve it over potatoes or noodles, I “southernized” mine by using biscuits.

    I added hot pepper sauce at the table, since my wife has a sensitive palette. The dish was savory, and came close to meeting my expectations. There was enough liquid for sopping with the biscuit, but not so much as to make a soup, which is what I was going for. Next time I will use more green pepper and add more black pepper for a little more spice. I will probably also use wine vs. beef stock. When I made the dish, I didn’t have any red wine on hand, plebeian that I am, and my teetotaling grandma wouldn’t approve anyway. I also like to use a little allspice in beef dishes for an extra nuance. I will NEVER add macaroni. Call me persnickety.


Wednesday, August 21, 2019

In Search of the Illusive Q Tater





Stationed at the entrance to the Pisgah National Forest in Brevard, NC, amid the bars, ice cream parlors and tube rental kiosks is Hawg Wild Barbecue. It has become a place near and dear to my heart, and one of the three restaurants we regularly visit on our frequent trips to the mountain city.

North Carolina is a big state, and like SC, there are different barbecue traditions for different sections. Hawg Wild Barbecue offers a choice between the vinegary Eastern sauce and the more tomato-ey Western version.  

As special as is the BBQ on a bun, the thing that brings me back is a rare delicacy that is becoming hard to find: The Barbecue Potato.

The barbecue potato is hard to find and hard to beat

 The barbecue potato or "Q tater," as I call it, is a large baked potato piled high with succulent pulled pork barbecue topped with sauce, shredded cheese and sour cream. It is my version of barbecue heaven: a combination of flavors and textures that will please any Q connoisseur.

The dΓ©cor is Q-joint chic with license plates from around the country nailed to the board walls, and tables topped with glass plate under which is a map of the area, and where customers have jammed their business cards. A big effigy of that great glutton of the ether waves, Homer Simpson sporting a HW T-shirt dominates the lobby.

We like the place so much that when our daughter graduated from Brevard College, and inclement weather dampened our plans for a Pisgah picnic. We knew it was the place to have the celebration. My brother-in-law, who hails from the Lexington NC area was not pleased that the Q was pulled, not chopped as it is around his place, but other than that, all went well.


The Q, the atmosphere and the location make this place a good bet for travelers and locals alike.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Death by Nachos





Chicora Alley has been a downtown Greenville, SC destination for years, so when they opened a place in the nascent foodie haven of Travelers Rest, I had to give them a try. They occupy a building that was once the city firehouse, ergo the name “Firehouse" on the store front.

It is nice to walk into a place and see the wait staff smiling when they don’t have to. A large U-shaped bar commands the main room. We were ushered into the long narrow side room which once housed the fire trucks.

I opted for the barbecue nachos (12) and my partner went with the fish and chips special (14) I also ordered a Highland Brewing Company Oatmeal Porter from nearby Asheville (4).
After about an average wait, the server arrived with a mountain of nachos so large that I almost looked for the busts of dead presidents carved into the side. When she saw the look on my face she said, “With nachos we don’t play.”

"With nachos we don't play."
They had thoughtfully provided two plates so I could share. There was no barbecue on the chips, meat was extra.  Instead they were covered in a nice fresh pico along with black beans and corn, meximelt cheese and barbecue sauce, which added a slightly odd, but not totally off-putting twist. Another waiter stopped by and joked that if I finished the plate, I would get a free T-shirt.

My partner raved over the fish and chips (she’s still talking about them a week later) and offered me a sample. The cod was tender and flaky, and the beer batter was well balanced.

The Fish 'n Chips special


Imaginary or not, a T-shirt was not in the offing due to a bit of bad planning on my part; I had already consumed over half a tray of the chips they had served as an appetizer, so after a heroic effort I had to reluctantly push the plate away. They asked if I wanted a carry out box, but I demurred. Nobody likes soggy nachos. Next time I’m going for the Jerk Shrimp.

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Saturday, March 2, 2019

Soapstone Church


 Meat and three with dessert Here's what twelve bucks get you at 
Soapstone Church. Drink included.  

The first time I entered Soapstone Church  I was slightly taken aback. There was Polka music echoing from the dining hall. Polka Music is rare enough here in the land of NASCAR and Kenny Chesnee, but it is especially surprising to be heard on an African American church.  But Soapstone church is just that kind of place. Nestled in the foothills of the Appalachians, with a million dollar view of the blue ridge escarpment, Soapstone is the heart of the Liberia Community, which, like the country with the same name, was founded by freed slaves after the Civil War.
Million Dollar View The grounds of Soapstone church offer a 
breathtaking view of the Blue Ridge escarpment. The boulder in 
the foreground is the soapstone that is the church's namesake. The 
sign at the right enjoins people from chipping off pieces of 
the rock
The church is named for a huge soapstone boulder on the grounds. Soapstone is a soft metamorphic  rock that the indigenous people once use to make bowls and utensils.
The grounds boast the first local African American school, which is still standing, and an historic grave yard, that is visited by thousands each year, but even more popular are the fish fries that the church offers on the third Saturday of each month, January through October. on these Saturdays the place is packed with customers, mostly white, affluent retirees from the nearby gated communities, who come to enjoy a big plate of what used to be called soul food back in the day. For twelve bucks, customers can get a plate with fried flounder, barbecue. or fried chicken, three vegetables, a drink and dessert. Everything is seasoned to perfection, from the collard greens to the squash casserole, to the braised potatoes, that are so popular they always run out. The fish fry is ably supervised by Mable Clark, an elvish woman with a gigantic personality who does most of the cooking and makes a point of visiting every table to greet the diners with smiles and backrubs. Mable's claim to fame is the fried flounder which is breaded with her own secret recipe. She tells of a chef from an upscale eatery in nearby Greenville, SC, who ate there  three times, trying to pry the recipe from her brain. Finally she relented and said if he would make a donation to the church she would share her secret. He didn't donate, and has not been back.
Long Day  Mable Clark (center) puts in sixteen hour days 
managing the monthly fish fries but still finds time to visit
with her patrons.


 Years ago, Mable promised her father who was the pastor at the time that she would do what she could to keep the church open after his passing. The fish fry was her way of doing that, but with the membership of the church having dwindled to less than a dozen, it gets harder each year. Recent articles in local papers and consumer magazines have helped to keep her busy for the time being, but who knows what the future holds? At least for the present we still have a circle on our calendar around the third Saturday of the month.
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