I picked a fight with Ben. It's hard to explain what happened, exactly, because parenting him is so easy-breezy. He's practically an adult, and all you need is the lightest touch--just plenty of food, a credit card number for his standardized tests, the willingness to listen occasionally or offer the barest thread of guidance. Mostly he just wants to hang out and be the best person to have a conversation with, or bring his crazy caramelizing friends over so they can blow-torch various items in the kitchen after sprinkling them with sugar.
|I am putting this in a Snapper caption: I wrote this, over at Full Grown People. And my parenting-teens advice column has, I'm thrilled to report, moved over to Motherwell! Please send me your questions.|
But this was like one of those dreams where you're on a giant trike, riding merrily through a meadow of wildflowers, only it's not a tricycle, it turns out, it's a steam roller, and you hear the crunching sound of glass Christmas tree ornaments behind you.
Do you know what I'm saying? Because one minute we were having a conversation, and the next minute we were having a wrenching conflict, and I felt terrible and confused. A bit later I called my friend Nicole, who lovingly said back to me the thing I always say to her: "Just because it feels bad doesn't mean you're doing something wrong." Which really is sometimes true and, in this case, either was or wasn't.
Ben is a sunny and forgiving person; we made up quickly. But he is tired and he is working hard, and all I have to offer sometimes is a really great meal. Our resident vegetarian was at a friend's house, so I made these ribs and the famous plum cake--GF, natch!--with plums I'd had the foresight to freeze when our tree was laden, and this here broccoli salad.
|The plums sank, but the cake was delicious. I subbed in 2/3 cup King Arthur GF flour and 1/3 cup almond meal. No, as we like to say, xanax gum.|
It's really extraordinarily good. Tender and crunchy, herby, spicy, and sour, and flecked with plumped, jewel-like chile flakes that have gone syrupy in the sweet-tart dressing. Also, it's gorgeous. Ben, because he is a darling, claimed to be the best broccoli he had ever eaten in his life. And, because I wanted to, I believed him.
|Here is the broccoli, NOT BEING STIRRED BY ME. #restraint|
Charred Broccoli with Mint and Pink Pickled Onions
This is loosely adapted from the fab Myers + Change At Home recipe for Sweet-and-Sour Brussels Sprouts. This would be so, so good with the called-for pound of halved Brussels sprouts, but I had broccoli from the farm share, so I used that instead, and then it was so good that I got more broccoli and made it again. I think that salty roasted peanuts would make a phenomenal addition to this dish, but we don’t have any at the moment. (Also, if you wanted to start with Crack Broccoli, and then just add the sauce, onions, and mint, I’m sure that would be good too!)
¼ cup sugar
¼ cup white or unseasoned rice vinegar
2 teaspoons red pepper flakes
1/3 cup vegetable oil (I bet coconut oil would be perfect for this, but I used sunflower)
1 medium-sized bunch of broccoli, stems trimmed and peeled a bit, and everything cut up bite-sized
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Pink Pickled Onions (below)
½ (or ¼) cup coarsely chopped fresh mint (I bet cilantro would be good here also/instead of the mint)
Combine the sugar, vinegar, and red pepper flakes in a small pot (use the dirty one from the pickled onion brine) and bring to a boil over highish heat. Turn the heat down and simmer until the sauce gets syrupy, around 3-4 minutes (or until you remember that you forgot about it because of the house filling with choking smoke). Set this aside.
In a wok or large, heavy, flat-bottomed skillet (I use the latter because my crappy wok sometimes makes everything taste like you cooked up a big batch of nickels), heat the oil over high heat until it’s shimmering, about 1 minute. Add the broccoli to the pan (it will spatter), and sprinkle with the salt and pepper, and then leave it alone for 2 to 3 minutes. Myers + Chang actually recommends walking away so that you won’t be tempted to stir or otherwise fuss with it, and I think this is great advice!
Once they’re charred on the bottom, cook them another 3 or so minutes, stirring a bit every minute or so, until they’re charred all over and the oil has more or less disappeared. If the broccoli is crisp tender by this point, great. Otherwise, add a couple tablespoons of water and cook, shaking the pan, until it’s cooked to your liking.
Put the broccoli in your serving bowl and toss it with the sauce, the onions (drain them first), and mint. Serve right away, or wait a bit, or serve it cold out of the fridge. It’s really, really good.
Pink Pickled Onions
The original recipe calls for shallots, and unseasoned rice vinegar. Whatevs. I figure that, because I don’t want to wait for the liquid to cool down, I can put an ice cube in it and thereby cool and slightly dilute it simultaneously!!!
¼ cup white vinegar
1 tablespoon sugar
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 garlic clove, smashed and peeled
1 smallish red onion, halved and thinly sliced (or 2 thinly sliced shallots)
Combine the vinegar, sugar, salt, and garlic in a small pot and heat over medium-high heat just until everything’s dissolved. Let it cool, or dissolve an ice cube in it, then pour it over the onions which you have put in a mason jar, then stick this in the fridge for at least an hour, but ideally more like 4 hours, and up to a week. It may not look like enough liquid, but when you check back a bit later, you can shake it around, and it will probably have become enough. (Metaphor! But what for?)
Parenting our almost-adults is easy in some ways and so confusing and hard in others.... Love Ben's smiling face (and also that he lets you photograph him!)(oh and also that he has friends who like carmelizing things!)ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear Karen.Delete
It helped me to understand my kids when I was told that kids have to pick a fight to leave home. In other words, as the time to leave the nest approaches, conflict with your teen increases -- just to make it a little easier to leave when the time comes.ReplyDelete
That is so sad. But yes, I'm sure it's true!Delete
Sigh is right...:) hugs!ReplyDelete
Oh and I loved the Full Grown People piece! ❤️Delete
Thank you, Jen!Delete
I have had arguments with my mouth while my brain is wondering WTF is going on out there.ReplyDelete
Me Too :-(Delete
Yes, exactly. I hate those kinds of fights. :(Delete
What about the garlic?ReplyDelete
Good question! Edited to add: in with the brine.Delete
In the onions, I mean. Also, am I supposed to dilute it/add an ice cube?Delete
After leaving home my relationship with both of my parents has grown and changed in positive ways, and now that two of us have kids of our own it's been lovely to see them as grandparents. So even though I know it must be sad to see him grow up, the future is bright! :)ReplyDelete
"Everyone can just placebo themselves into a frenzy." That is the funniest thing I've seen all day. Thanks for a good laugh at lunch on a Friday! :)ReplyDelete
The full grown people piece was so, so good. I read it out loud to my husband.ReplyDelete
Also, the nacho cheese sauce in the last post has been my undoing. My family loved it. And I was valiantly fighting against late night snacking when I discovered that you can get it reasonably close to as good as the original in the microwave. Woe is me...