The fall took us to a little New England town this year and to the sister of my best beloved, the inimitable Shari Ann.
Shari Ann and I share many things, among them a love of rich-warm Mexican colors, ceramics, cookery, homes filled with beautiful little things, each one a story, a memory, and a pause on a journey unto itself. We share the experience of having our names contorted, such that the Indian “goddess who gives refuge” becomes the Anglicized “Shari Ann.” It’s easy to use such things to lodge complaints about racism in the United States, of course, and I once did register mild annoyance by maintaining a running list of misspellings of my name on my office door—but we’ve learned also to look beyond the stubbornness of the American tongue to the generosity and kindnesses of those who speak it.
Next, we share the love of our three children, my two and Shari Ann’s one, so much so that G referred to his aunt as his “Odder Modder” in the lingering days of his infant enunciation. I followed Shari Ann’s leads into a love of mosaicking, an obsession with Ann Taylor clothes, and an intense consciousness of our leaching seeping chemical-saturated lived environments. This trip, she shook me out of the complacencies of post-feminism with stories of the hardships of women scientists in still largely male domains, and inspired me yet again with her green thumb and fighting spirit.
There are many things I do not miss about our lonely, embattled two-career lives in the United States, but I do miss the many little breaks Shari Ann and I would take to call each other, vent, laugh, or share notes about the kids, the husbands, or whatever else in between. They say the planet is shrinking, and in many ways it is. When one has to reach across so many time-zones into the yesterday of New England from the today of Pondicherry, however, it’s not closeness one feels, but the binding intimacy of unsurpassable distance.
On this visit, I realized—oddly, for the first time—that Shari Ann doesn’t bake much. So I donned a baker’s apron and left her to produce the sorts of one-dish wonders that lives-with-kids-and-careers will demand. Twice in this process she reminded us of the wonders of butternut squash, whose mild orange sweet nuttiness calls up the sensations of Fall like few other vegetables can (well, the squash is technically a fruit, but still), and for which there’s really no perfect proxy. Were there a Fall to speak of in Pondicherry, there might have been marrows like the butternut to harden for the impending winter. But we have neither; only an endless summer that turns cool with the rains and the softer squash varieties that make for entirely different culinary experiences.
So, though I’m back in Pondicherry now, and back to searching out ways to bring Stateside tastes back home to La Côte d’Azur de l’Est, in this one I can’t do much more than relive a memory and express a longing—for the precious time with family who became lifelong friends, for the fire green cool of a New England Fall, for the weekend when solitary lights lit in each window of each home signal the coming of Christmas, for the warmth of a roasted winter squash spiked with Shari Ann’s favorite habanero cheddars, or mellowed in the company of crisp tender cauliflower and silky tofu. For some recipes, as for some relationships, there simply are no acceptable substitutes.
I confess, I was and I was not thinking of the next blog post while at Shari Ann’s. I’m still learning how to be a blogger, and we were cooking for ourselves, not exactly worrying about props or photographic exposure. So it happens that I have more words than images to document the production of the two butternut squash recipes featured here. But perhaps that’s as it should be. Ours was after all a moveable feast in the sense Hemmingway took it–something captured only in the splendid memory of experience and with us eternally for that, though the moment itself is long past.
In the hope that Pâticheri’s readers, too, should find themselves amidst such moveable feasts this holiday season: my very best wishes to you all.
Curried Butternut Squash Soup + Tofu Butternut Casserole recipes follow–in graphic and text forms.
[with special thanks to Iryna + her assistant Pixie for the gorgeous squash photos featured]
¡Salud! Santé! and just plain Cheers!
Ingredients
Instructions
- Peel, seed, and cut butternut squash into medium size chunks. Toss lightly with olive oil and bake at 350?F for about 30 minutes, or until soft
- Meanwhile, sauté the onion and celery until softened and translucent
- Add the diced apples, and follow with the spice powders—stirring constantly to keep them from burning
- Tip in the roasted butternut squash, stir, and add the stock (or water) and salt to taste
- Turn the flame down to medium-low and simmer for about a half hour, until all ingredients are cooked through.
- When the soup looks like it’s about done, use the back of a spoon to mash the squash and apples to thicken the soup texture [If you’re particular, you could also purée half of the soup and return it to the pot]
- Serve hot with a garnish of grated habanero or pepper jack or other sharp cheese, and some good bread [ours was cranberry walnut]
Ingredients
Instructions
- Preheat oven to 400F.
- Squeeze water from tofu and dice.
- Sauté the butternut squash and the onion in 2 tablespoons of olive oil, just until the squash begins to soften. Season with salt to taste, black pepper and the spice powders.
- Steam the cauliflower in a covered dish with a bit of water in the microwave for 5 minutes; drain
- In a large mixing bowl, toss the mayonnaise, green onions and cheese together. Mix in the cauliflower, then fold in the squash, and (very gently) the tofu.
- Tip veggie mixture into a large casserole dish. Spread the tomatoes on top, and bake at 400F for 45 minutes.
- Sprinkle with the minced parsley and serve warm.
Beautiful, as always! Indeed, nothing says NE Fall like the butternut squash. Another one of my favorite squash recipes is a Mediterranean squash soup. Involves baking the squash (split into half) with some butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, and cardamom. Sauteing some onion and apple (or pear) separately. Pureeing it all together, adding in some broth, and bringing the mixture to boil. Top off with some chives. Yum! And I bet, with some trial-and-error, you could appropriate pumpkins in Pondy towards that, too!
Oh, and Proost!
I had Proust in mind, but all manner of things (including a rather untimely series of system crashes) kept me from going further with the thought. A sign from the universe to save it for next time, perhaps? 🙂 & you tempt me to try pumpkin soup, Pondy style. Your ingredients /process is actually quite similar to the one posted, ‘cept the flavors are sweeter rather than spicy it seems, so perhaps I should trade my nostalgia for some bravery? 🙂
You mean the universe telling you not to get too drunk? Sure. 🙂 I think many squash soups deploy a similar process, actually. And come to think of it, the apple in it might also be a NE Fall thing — given that both are quintessentially fall fruits from the north-east. Yes, the flavors on the recipe that I used are definitely sweeter, but I bet black pepper would make a for delightful addition towards the spicier end of the spectrum. Btw, I notice that you saute the spices, while I typically bake them with the squash. Wonder what it does in terms of how the spices express themselves — although, again, that might very well have to do with the difference between the sweeter spices and the curry spices that you use.
Have friends visiting in early Jan; promise to try and post updates then. Well the frying (as opposed to baking) is a typical Indian thing, isn’t it? I meant to add a quip about adjusting spices as one pretty pleases, to keep in the curried spirit of things (who uses precise recipes for Indian cookery after all?). I suspect it depends some on the nature of the spices: some just have that raw taste that needs more thorough tempering, others can infuse things beautifully in the heat of the oven. Something like that no?
Well, sure. Doesn’t the way I wrote my recipe convey the absolutely imprecise nature of my cooking? I *always* have a hard time conveying my recipes to anyone — because it’s always a pinch of this and a splash of that. And, then, how do you really quantify all that labor (of love) that goes into making that perfect squash soup anyway? 😉
And, yes, that is precisely what I was trying to get across — that, perhaps, some spices infuse better in baking than in frying. And was wondering if that was where one of the many possible distinctions between sweet/curry spices might be located?
Infuse better, or infuse differently. But yes, there’s a critical distinction there. & for the labor (of love) that makes cooking an inherently imprecise activity, I’ve always felt frustrated that it takes only a fraction of the time/effort it took to put a meal together, to actually sit and consume it. The math is just all wrong on that, but I’ve never figured out how to fix that imbalance.
“something captured only in the splendid memory of experience and with us eternally for that, though the moment itself is long past.” – it reminds me of Roland Barthes’s musings about killing the moment at the moment of taking the photograph… Indeed, those pictures were not meant to be for the sake of living memories?…
Post the Barthes’ reference/ quote if you have it? It’s interesting to think of this through the lens of photography. Blogs need photos (or so one is told) but then the interaction with uncapturable memories gets complicated, no? Proust + Barthes. I feel another post coming on-ha!
Given that I read Camera Lucida 15+ years ago and in Russian translation, it’s not a quote any more, but my interpretation filtered through all these years, thoughts and experiences…
How appropriate! But still, dig it out in the wee hours when the Pixie sleeps & say more! I’d love to hear more about how it all came across, in Russian translation no less 😉
Can’t promise it’s going to happen anytime soon, unfortunately. Some major ideas are brewing and rereading Barthes would be an unwanted distraction at the moment.
Would you like any more pictures instead? 😉
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