This month's Communion was a little different than last: a different theme and a mostly different cast. Thanks to Jiwon Park, our sous-chef at Range, the prepping, cooking and serving of dinner was a breeze. At first I was very nervous to have her. Yes, she's my dear friend,but she's also a trained professional. I'm an intuitive cook, but a home-schooled one at that, and even sometimes a very scattered distracted one. Needless to say, I was intimidated. But once she got here and we got to chopping and chatting, it was very comfortable. Jiwon and I talked about our families, hers in South Korea, mine in Venezuela; about our growing up in very different places, and about how, around the same time and the same age, we both moved to San Francisco. Our lives now converged in this kitchen, around my red island work table, with her providing amazing insight into cooking techniques and Korean culture.
Our line-up included Lisa the Peanut, still with Burning Man sand stuck in her hair, and Susita, my dear friend and roommate, who before going to work at her posh Italian restaurant, helped fold napkins and set the dining room table. And Rebekah, The Petaler, who took pity on us and donated an exquisite floral arrangement. So this time, we were ready ahead of schedule, set and ready to go, vestidas y alborotadas.
The theme: Change. How we have coped with it, fought against it, or simply rolled with flow. What was the outcome of change---a success, a defeat, or still the source of bitterness? I wanted to hear what other people called a considerable change and wanted to learn of how they managed it. More specifically, I wanted to learn of those steps we take to entice change: those steps forward, or back, that create a new path to follow.
Our first course was a white bean crostini with basil and shaved parmesan that I played with a few months ago when making a white bean stew. We served it with a simple arugula salad and some plump, meaty olives tossed in lemon juice.
Our line-up included Lisa the Peanut, still with Burning Man sand stuck in her hair, and Susita, my dear friend and roommate, who before going to work at her posh Italian restaurant, helped fold napkins and set the dining room table. And Rebekah, The Petaler, who took pity on us and donated an exquisite floral arrangement. So this time, we were ready ahead of schedule, set and ready to go, vestidas y alborotadas.
The theme: Change. How we have coped with it, fought against it, or simply rolled with flow. What was the outcome of change---a success, a defeat, or still the source of bitterness? I wanted to hear what other people called a considerable change and wanted to learn of how they managed it. More specifically, I wanted to learn of those steps we take to entice change: those steps forward, or back, that create a new path to follow.
Our first course was a white bean crostini with basil and shaved parmesan that I played with a few months ago when making a white bean stew. We served it with a simple arugula salad and some plump, meaty olives tossed in lemon juice.
Along came stories of leaps of faith, of when we had no clue of what to do, but jumped anyway. Most stories included a geographical move but in the heart of these tales was how each of us had decided to follow our own path, despite what parents, school, or a lover said. There was as much agency in action than in inaction, too: just as one of us jumped on a plane to Argentina to follow her heart, another refused an private liberal arts education for the massive experience at Cal Berkeley. (Go Bears!)
Second course: a purée of spinach soup with garlic butter, and tales of catalyst events. If I can digress a bit here, this is one of the best soups I've ever made. I've inherited it from my Tía Loly, who runs her own cake business, Aurora, in Caracas.
Second course: a purée of spinach soup with garlic butter, and tales of catalyst events. If I can digress a bit here, this is one of the best soups I've ever made. I've inherited it from my Tía Loly, who runs her own cake business, Aurora, in Caracas.
Sautée onions, garlic, a carrot and a celery stalk until translucent.
Add about 5 cups of water.
Bring to a boil and add cleaned and trimmed spinach until wilted.
Season with salt, pepper and a dash of nutmeg.
Purée in a blender, and unless you're serving immediately, quickly chill over an ice bath. I never knew that trick before, but apparently all food professionals know that. Thanks, Jiwon!
The butter: roast two heads of garlic in a 350 oven for about 45 minutes.
Use room-temperature unsalted butter cut into cubes. Place roasted garlic cloves and butter in a food processor until smooth. Add parsley if desired. Then roll onto saran wrap and make one-inch wide cylinders. Refrigerate until hardened. To serve, just take wrap off, slice, and place onto whatever you're serving!
But back to the confessions, it was curious to see that a lot of us understood the catalyst event to be the same one for which we had had a leap of faith. For me, this sparked a cascade of doubts: What am I doing here? How terribly have I failed at Communion if the first two questions enticed the same answer? Unfortunately, this bone-shaking insecurity lasted a good part of the evening and it kept me from really listening to the rounds of anecdotes shared. I've spoken to each diner since then and they continue to assure me that lessons ran far and wide and that conversation was animated. What a shame I missed it. In a way, that sort of mental and emotional disconnection is what prompted me to come up with Communion in the first place. I'm happy to be reminded of the crucial need to let go and listen and see where the conversation turns.
Our main course: a citrus pork shoulder with a corn and zucchini ragú and pieces of good advice. For a few weeks, I played with the pork shoulder, which Venezuelans call pernil, and deviced a delicious ratio of acid to sweet in the marinade: a cup each of pineapple and orange juices, an onion, a couple of cloves of garlic, bunch of cilantro, about a tablespoon of cumin and a generous pinch of salt.
Add about 5 cups of water.
Bring to a boil and add cleaned and trimmed spinach until wilted.
Season with salt, pepper and a dash of nutmeg.
Purée in a blender, and unless you're serving immediately, quickly chill over an ice bath. I never knew that trick before, but apparently all food professionals know that. Thanks, Jiwon!
The butter: roast two heads of garlic in a 350 oven for about 45 minutes.
Use room-temperature unsalted butter cut into cubes. Place roasted garlic cloves and butter in a food processor until smooth. Add parsley if desired. Then roll onto saran wrap and make one-inch wide cylinders. Refrigerate until hardened. To serve, just take wrap off, slice, and place onto whatever you're serving!
But back to the confessions, it was curious to see that a lot of us understood the catalyst event to be the same one for which we had had a leap of faith. For me, this sparked a cascade of doubts: What am I doing here? How terribly have I failed at Communion if the first two questions enticed the same answer? Unfortunately, this bone-shaking insecurity lasted a good part of the evening and it kept me from really listening to the rounds of anecdotes shared. I've spoken to each diner since then and they continue to assure me that lessons ran far and wide and that conversation was animated. What a shame I missed it. In a way, that sort of mental and emotional disconnection is what prompted me to come up with Communion in the first place. I'm happy to be reminded of the crucial need to let go and listen and see where the conversation turns.
Our main course: a citrus pork shoulder with a corn and zucchini ragú and pieces of good advice. For a few weeks, I played with the pork shoulder, which Venezuelans call pernil, and deviced a delicious ratio of acid to sweet in the marinade: a cup each of pineapple and orange juices, an onion, a couple of cloves of garlic, bunch of cilantro, about a tablespoon of cumin and a generous pinch of salt.
The handed-down advice made me think of a Venezuelan saying: más sabe el diablo por viejo, que por diablo---meaning age and experience have more to teach than the devil himself. Despite that all the pieces of advice came to each of us in different times and different contexts, I felt that all of them were pertinent to my life at the moment. I don't think I can repeat them any better than the picture below: (And I love Jiwon's Korean handwriting!)
As we indulged in dessert, a fleur de lait ice cream with espresso granitas that I experimented with so much it deserved its own post, we spoke of "best mistakes"---those actions that seemed like a bad idea at the time or those that were a good idea but didn't turn out the way we expected, but somehow all worked out in the end. For me, it was a spring break trip to New York City to interview for a summer internship at a non-profit, when in reality what I really wanted was to be near a man whom I thought at the time was the love of my life. What happened? I didn't get the internship, and the man told me we were speaking different languages. I was the most defeated I'd felt in my life, both at work and at love. On my way back, I was the only one in the plane sobbing inconsolably, but in a moment of glancing out the window, looking at NYC fade away, I thought that not getting what I wanted was exactly what I needed.
In the midst of such bittersweet lessons, good thing there is ice cream!
In the midst of such bittersweet lessons, good thing there is ice cream!
For our final course we served an Italian sheep's milk Nocino Pecorino and a 3 sister's Serena, a californian cow's milk cheese, with fig preserves and my very own walnut raisin bread. We talked of sliding-door moments, or those where we found ourselves at a fork in the road, where whichever direction leads to a very different outcome. Doesn't that include everyday when we decide to get out of bed?
To close, we asked diners to fill in the blank: I'll be more [___] from now on. I think reminiscing on what we've been through, despite how difficult it was, inspired our answers: appreciative of sorrow, happy, open to all invitations, active/risk-taking/buck-wild, honest (in totality), relaxed/compassionate, loving/honest. I want to be more of all of those from now. The key issue here is not what, but how, we get what we want.
Next Communion is Tuesday October 13th.
Next Communion is Tuesday October 13th.
