Father Knows Best

A year ago this Sunday I was at home. I spent the weekend basking in North Coast glory with my family and a few friends: attending the Wine & Beer Festival, climbing trees in Montgomery Woods, hiking the Waterfall trail, and of course, being in the presence of dear old Pop long enough to appreciate him on Father's Day before he and Ma took their act to the Fireman's Chicken Dinner-- an annual event in the not so urban jungle of Comptche. This year I'm about as far as I've ever been from Pop as his Hallmark day approaches. And I won't be near a phone on Sunday to call him and tell him I think he is a magnificent guy. Thereby I'm defaulting and paying homage here, since my father might actually be my most loyal reader.

I routinely credit a number of sources for helping shape my food "sensibilities". Really though, Pop has been formative above all others. He shares my passion for food: we trade cookbooks (he's more of a beautiful photo guy, whereas I love the written word) and recipes, and thoughts on foods we've tried recently. He dictated my eating patterns from when I was just a wee thing. My childhood mind's eye is seared with the memory of my father leaning over our kitchen sink filleting a whole Albacore that he bought-- fresh caught-- directly from the fishermen at the dock in Fort Bragg. Moments later the naked raw fish would appear on a large cutting board rough cut into his notable "Savage Sashimi" rounds. Pop appreciates the sensual aesthetic of having a legitimate mouthful of food; traditional sized sashimi pieces really aren't big enough. The four of us would sit on the floor of our living room, chopsticks in hand, pulling straight from the board and popping the pearly chunks whole into our mouth. In fact, he generally excels in the seafood department: the man can grill a perfect, glistening, ruby-hued fillet of Salmon tucked under sweet and spicy layers of Mendocino mustard and chives. He serves it with salad greens and veggies from our garden and white corn on the cob, kernels bursting with sweetness. This is the go-to summer meal and one my brother and I will drive home for from nearly anywhere.

Pop is also known far and wide for his skills behind the brunch buffet. A friend of my brother's once observed that he has an A List and a B List menu. If it's A List prepare to enjoy the following: bagels and lox with goat cream cheese; scrambled eggs; fruit salad; chicken apple sausage glazed in orange juice; pancakes studded with oats and served with homemade preserves that on any given day could be blackberry, plum, and/or concord grape, all grown on the property; crudites to dip into his legendary pesto (made with basil, parsley, or green garlic all from the garden); and a spread of bread and cheeses. If it's a B List morning you may only see fruit salad, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage. A List or B List, it's good to be on the list. Nothing is better than waking up and wandering sleepily into the kitchen on the morning of one of these brunches. There are usually flowers on the table (clipped that morning by Pop), a full carafe of coffee, and Pop is standing over the stove--dishtowel flung over his shoulder--skillfully conducting the symphony between several well loved cast iron pans.

He loves soups and breads, good cheeses, and baked goods. I didn't love pizza as a kid, but Pop made a wicked calzone. He'd fill it to bursting with mozzarella or ricotta and sauteed spinach and onions. The crust would be golden brown and he'd pull it from the oven right as the insides began to seep from their pocket seams and bubble onto the bottom of pan. A quick poke with a fork would release a glorious puff of aromatic steam. The meal would inevitably end with scorched tongues and roofs of mouths as we weren't patient enough to wait for the heavenly pockets to cool.

Pop keeps a lot of items in rotation, and for the most part, I don't duplicate any of them very well....except one. My eggplant Parmesan rivals his and this fact makes me overwhelmingly proud. It's my go-to dish. One of the few that I could do, maybe, with my eyes closed (the kitchen would be messy but I'm thinking it's possible). For all intents and purposes, it actually isn't Eggplant Parmesan as there is no actual Parm used. Provolone is the preferred cheese, which adds a delicious smokey flavor. I also make tomato sauce from scratch, a recipe that began being perfected in high school when every Friday my buddies would get together and make pasta. Michaela was really the head chef, her family is Italian, and most of us just stood around and watched her. Occasionally she let me chop something, but not all that often. After years of watching her make sauce I picked up a number of tricks and now make a decent one of my own. Below is the recipe for Pop's Eggplant Provolone in honor of Sunday's big day and my recipe for Tomato Sauce in honor of Pop who continuously inspires me to stay passionate about the world of food. Happy Father's Day, Pop!!! You know I love you.

Pop's Eggplant Provolone

Ingredients:
1 1/2 medium eggplants
2 eggs
1/4 C milk
1+ C Italian breadcrumbs
4-6 T Olive Oil
3/4 lb sliced Provolone
2 1/2 Quarts Tomato Sauce (recipe follows)

9x11 baking dish
Aluminum Foil

Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Slice eggplants into 1/4"-3/8" rounds (you will end up needing around 15 slices as their sizes will vary. I generally take my six largest slices for the bottom layer of the pan).
Place eggplant slices in a single layer on a plate or in a dish with just under 1/4" of water. Microwave eggplants for 3 minutes until softened. Repeat in batches until all eggplant pieces are heated.
While eggplants are heating, crack eggs into a shallow bowl and add milk. Beat until milk evenly mixes throughout.
Pour breadcrumbs into another shallow bowl.
Using a fork dunk eggplant slices into egg mixture until both sides are coated.
Take eggplant and lay onto breadcrumbs making sure both sides get covered in crumbs.
In a large sauce pan, heat 3+ T of olive oil over medium-high heat. The bottom of the pan should be generously coated with oil. Make sure not to burn the oil. It should be hot but not smoking. I generally test my oil temp by throwing a SMALL pinch of breadcrumbs into the pan. They should being frying immediately if the oil is hot enough.
Place breaded eggplant slices into pan. Poke with a fork and flip once after first side begins to color.
Pull the browned eggplant slices from the pan and stack on a plate. The eggplant will likely soak up most of the oil and you'll want to add more if it begins to burn.
When eggplant slices are all cooked allow them to cool on the plate for a moment.

Tomato Sauce:
2 T Olive Oil
salt to taste
pepper to taste
2 T Italian Spices
1/4 t red pepper flakes
1 small yellow onion, diced uniformly
6-8 white mushrooms, caps cleaned and stems removed, sliced evenly
1/2-3/4 small can tomato paste
1 1/2 T water
1 can organic Fire Roasted Diced Tomatoes
1 can organic diced tomatoes in juice (if tomatoes are in season use 6-8 medium to large fresh tomatoes in place of canned and a generous pinch of powdered Lapsang Souchong black tea to get a hint of smokiness)
3/4-1 C red table wine
2 Cloves Garlic, finely chopped
1 C fresh basil leaves, stems removed
1 - 2 T Balsamic vinegar (to taste)

Heat olive oil in a large sauce pan over medium heat.
Add onions, Italian spices, red pepper flakes, salt and pepper, saute onions with spices until translucent. Add the mushrooms and saute until they glisten and soften. Take out half the tomato paste from the can and mix in a bowl with 1.5 tablespoons water to thin. Add the thinned paste to the pan and stir so onions and mushrooms are lightly coated. Let cook for just under a minute, stirring frequently. Add canned tomatoes. Add red wine, it should change color to purpleish. Let simmer for 20 minutes stirring and smelling often. Towards the end of the simmer cycle add garlic. Let it cook for a minute or two to soften. Add the basil. I tear the leaves into the pan but whole leaves work fine. Add the balsamic vinegar and a pinch of salt. Cook until basil wilts (about one minute). Turn off heat and let sauce sit in the pan and cool.

Assembly:
Pour on a thin layer of sauce to cover the bottom of the baking dish.
Add a single layer of eggplants.
Add another thin layer of sauce.
Lay down a layer of cheese slices so eggplants and sauce are completely covered.
Repeat all steps (beginning with another thin layer of sauce) until pan is close to full (usually requires two layers).
If you feel compelled you can sprinkle the top with grated Asiago.It browns well and adds nice texture.
Cover dish with foil and stick in the oven. Depending on how hot your oven is, the timing may vary slightly. Generally this dish cooks for around 1 hour and 15 minutes. Remove foil after one hour to brown the top and cook for the remaining time.

Pull from oven and allow 7-10 minutes to cool. There will be a lot of liquid in the pan and cooling allows it to firm.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Jenais, How exciting to see your blog and to read some of your thoughts about your dad. Being invited to a meal at your house starts the flow of warm and comfort feelings even before arriving at your house to smell all the foods. It begins with the invitation and anticipation. Mark is amazing and the love and care he puts into his cooking is experienced in each bite. I feel so lucky to be a part of his life and want to honor him along with you on Father's Day. With lots of love to all your family. Auntie Beth

Anonymous said...

He's a magnificent cook and guy indeed. A captain of great food with little fuss. Here's hoping for A-list status.

sagers said...

ah yes, father's day 2006.
sure, that weekend may have included a chocolate, beer and wine festival...but my tastebuds can only recall Papa Zarlin's majestic creations. Naynu you wove an eloquent tale that includes everything we we're lucky enough to savor over a pretty stellar collection of days (A-list brunch included). Your family and your home are mind-bendingly out of this world, and occupy a unique and treasured niche of my little corazon.

happy father's day Papa Z!
i'm keeping my fingers crossed i end up at your table again soon.

Anonymous said...

My favorite part of coming home for Thanksgiving weekend.....brunch at the Zarlin's! Amazing food and always great company. To Mark...an amazing chef and father in all of our lives. Can't wait till the next time I am blessed with your culinary creations.

Anonymous said...

I am also a fan of the c-list brunch, which I believe involves being woken up by dad, chugging a glass of powdered nestea (probably in dad's top 5 ingredients in summer), and munching a toasted slice of red-seal rye, then donning work gloves and clearing brush, splitting wood or throwing rock on the road for a couple hours, before returning to the shade of the kitchen to pound some more nestea. Thanks for all the quality male bonding time pops. And to your pancakes. Happy father's day.

Anonymous said...

with a meal like this to look forward to, i imagine anticipation is a big part of the enjoyment, waiting and anticipating from about Cloverdale all the way home. when i enjoyed pop's brunch, i had no such anticipation. i didn't really know about it in advance. i hadn't really acclimated. as a result, when the meal appeared in front of me, my brain almost exploded with pleasure. with all this talk about how good a cook he is, i think it's important that we not lose sight of safety, and the very real dangers of brain explosion amongst rookies. i know a guy who can draw up a liability release that might be helpful.

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Unknown said...

Ah, just made my mouth water thinking of that amazing salmon!! So many great nights I've enjoyed grazing through a Zarlin feast. I truly miss it and hope to return to the pasture soon enough! Mark, I made your eggplant last week for a dinner party and had rave reviews even from people who "hate" eggplant. Thanks for the memories and cooking lessons!

Buzz said...

Helluva cool tribute.


-buzz