Thursday, October 7, 2010

Braised Goat Stew and Twinkies

Last night we made some interesting dinner choices: braised goat stew with goat meat from a local slaughterhouse (Yes! We have one.) and, as a rite of passage for my 17 year-old who is now visiting colleges for the fall, Twinkies.   


C’mon! Neither she nor her younger sister had ever eaten a Twinkie! These repugnant paragons of putrescent junk food must be experienced to be believed.  Besides which, what college freshman hasn’t eaten a Twinkie? That’s like having never eaten Cheese Doodles or Doritos! It’s just not natural, I tell ya. 

Certain junk food is part of pop culture and so, I felt it was my duty to expose them to the Twinkie in a safe environment. After all, one won’t kill them. Unless, of course, eating it gives them an insatiable desire for more and more cakey junk foods: Ring Dings, Ding Dongs, Devil Dogs, Funny Bones, and my personal favorites, Suzy-Qs (even thinking about those puts me into a kind-of-dreamlike, plummeting-blood-sugar lethargy)!  The list is almost endless.
With only one and a half of the plastic-y, chemical-filled spongy golden cakes eaten by the three others at my table (Twinkies, as you might imagine, are not on the Whole 30), I can happily state that they are unlikely to become a gateway snack cake for my children. I should note, however, that Stephen gleefully scarfed the remaining three quarters of my older daughter’s Twinkie remnants and that we weren’t sure in which recycle bin* to put the remaining half-a-Twinkie.
But this planned experimental foray into junk food came only after the well-balanced, paleo-friendly braised goat stew. You may recall that Stephen and I had the best braised goat at the Liberty Hotel in Boston a few months ago.  Well, this wasn’t it, but it was, nonetheless, incredibly rich and yummy as the fat from the goat seamlessly emulsified into the tasty broth rather than float in an unpalatable layer. The heartiness and warmth of the stew were perfect foils to the cold rainy night and appreciated by all diners.  Most importantly, Stephen and I made it together.  And by together I mean he designed, washed, chopped, poured, seasoned, orchestrated, and timed the stew—and he let me stir.  Oh, not the whole time. He let me stir only when he was busy doing one of those other things. 

On the few rare occasions when he actually stopped by my station to watch me stir, my keen eye could not help but detect his stirring hand moving in sympathy, or more likely, frustration that I wasn’t doing it exactly his way.  I didn’t really need to stir the stew, I just wanted to be with him and he doesn’t trust me around his knives. Okay. Truth be told, I like to stir just to watch him sweat the small stuff a little bit. Is that so wrong?
Knowing full well that I am not drinking wine for at least another five (!) days, he got me back for my delight in his frustration by opening a bottle of fabulous-smelling Chilean wine to have with the stew. Too bad that the deep, dark wine with its very strong cassis and chocolate notes didn’t pair quite right with the bright, savory stew. Yeah. I was all broken up about that.
With some good fun in the kitchen and at the table, our rather unorthodox recipe for family dinner continues to delight. 


*More on our new gaming system, 7 Bins of Expire, to come at some later date, but by no means before the time I have stopped spitting.

6 comments:

Earl3d said...

The goat stew sounds amazing! It's going on my
list of fall culinary experiments for when (NOT if) I get back home to LA.

Amy said...

You forgot Ho-Ho's!

Lynne said...

Thanks for the comment, Earl, and on your birthday, too!

Regarding the stew, Stephen just throws stuff together without recipes, but I know it had the standard aromatics, no garlic for some reason, Wolfgang Puck chicken stock (too early in the season to have made his own), 1/2 can tomato paste, thyme, and 2 bay leaves.

It was definitely the bone-in goat meat the made the standard stew simply superb!

You'll get back home, someday. In the meantime, I love your home design/build adventures. Especially the pictures!

Lynne said...

Seriously, Amy, I was trying to think of them! Yodels! That's the brand name I knew (I think that HoHo's were the same).

Cheryl said...

Devil Dogs. My mother went shopping every Wednesday (coupon day) and bought devil dogs every single week. Loved 'em. Not to mention the whole bag of Fritos I could eat at one sitting. Probably (make that definitely) still could.
I read somewhere that goat is the most common meat served throughout the world. Stephen's stew looks delicious!

Lynne said...

I switched from Devil Dogs to SuzyQs when I realized I could work the system if my mother restricted me to only one! The Devil Dog still gets a prize for the that eerily perfect soft chocolate sort of skin which, to my knowledge, remains unmatched in the snack cake world. I missed it when I made the switch.

Try the goat. You won't regret it.