{"id":127681,"date":"2018-07-20T09:00:51","date_gmt":"2018-07-20T13:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=127681"},"modified":"2018-08-02T15:17:59","modified_gmt":"2018-08-02T19:17:59","slug":"cooking-with-leonora-carrington","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2018\/07\/20\/cooking-with-leonora-carrington\/","title":{"rendered":"Cooking with Leonora Carrington"},"content":{"rendered":"

In Valerie Stivers\u2019s<\/em>\u00a0Eat Your Words<\/a>\u00a0series,\u00a0she cooks up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.<\/em><\/p>\n

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To capture the weird factor in Carrington\u2019s work, I used a molecular-gastronomy technique to make balsamic gel beads.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Surrealism today is mostly a chapter in art history, so it\u2019s difficult to appreciate the wildness and power it once had, or to imagine (or fear) that it might rise up from the pages of a book and possess a cook and her kitchen. But it felt like that\u2019s what happened when I essayed to cook from the works of the English-born surrealist painter and writer Leonora Carrington (1917\u20132011). Carrington\u2019s works are full of animal familiars, animate vegetables, and impossible foods like \u201cpomegranates and melons stuffed with larks.\u201d In one story, there\u2019s \u201ca plump, fat chicken with stuffing made of brains and the livers of thrushes, truffles, crushed sweet almonds, rose conserve with a few drops of some divine liquor. This chicken, which had been marinated\u2014plucked but alive\u2014for three days, had in the end been suffocated in vapours of boiling patchouli: its flesh was as creamy and tender as a fresh mushroom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well then! As one might imagine, cooking that dish, or anything from what one introduction calls the \u201cwrithing, dense thicket\u201d of \u201cCarrington\u2019s version of Jung\u2019s collective unconscious,\u201d was intimidating, and I was concerned that anything edible would be too ordinary. I didn\u2019t have access to larks or live chickens. I had no giantess tart pan, and I don\u2019t quite have the stomach to make truffled brains or suffocate anyone in patchouli fumes or marinate her alive. To my surprise, though, the spirit of the book seemed to rise up within me, and the mostly invented recipes were better than I knew I could dream up, brighter and more sour, weirder and more delicious. I thought they looked right and tasted even better.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Instead of stuffing a melon with larks, I used a partridge.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The author we have to thank for this feast was the eccentric daughter of a wealthy English industrial family, a rebel child who ran off to Europe in the thirties at nineteen years old to cavort with the painter Max Ernst, then forty-six and married. The two lived first in Paris and then moved to a \u201cfarmhouse in southern France where they lived for two idyllic years, painting and writing and tending the grape vines and having lots of sex,\u201d according to Kathryn Davis\u2019s introduction to The Complete Stories of Leonora Carrington<\/em>. Amazingly, the young Carrington held her own against Ernst as an artist, and the stories written at that time show her boldly taking themes of oppressive social structures and primordial sexuality and creating a kind of fractured grail story that feels both familiar and original. She\u2019s very funny too.<\/p>\n

Surrealism wasn\u2019t really a light pursuit, though. It was a treasure hunt, a deep dive into the human subconscious with the objective of finding and returning with symbols\u2014not the vanishing ones of postmodernist theory but symbols that had the power to transform, to be the sword and shield against evil. Carrington was a displaced person in Europe during World War II and was institutionalized; she knew some things about evil firsthand. After the war, she lived out the rest of her life in Mexico and never returned to England. As she draws it, her madwoman heroines are usually the only sane people in the room, and her symbology\u2014horses represent Carrington herself, for example; birds and winged creatures are Ernst\u2014is protective, an assertion of her reality against the world\u2019s.<\/p>\n

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The surrealist painter Max Ernst was Carrington\u2019s lover in the thirties. Wings often symbolized him in her work.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The weird food, then, isn\u2019t just meant to make English culture seem silly and terrible (though it does that)\u2014it\u2019s a form of alchemy. All the eating and cooking and growing vegetables in Carrington\u2019s stories perform the potentially salvational surrealist act of turning one thing into another. In one of my favorites, \u201cAs They Rode Along the Edge,\u201d a madwoman heroine named Virginia Fur resists the entreaties of a church man and instead falls in love with a wild boar called Igname. Imagine the freedoms of a girl being thus able to choose her lover! Of Igname, Carrington writes: \u201cNo bird ever looked so splendid as Igname did in his attire of love.\u201d He wears a bird on his head, a wig of squirrel tails and fruit, and \u201chis hoofs were dyed red by the blood of a rabbit he had crushed while galloping \u2026 (He hid his russet buttocks, as he did not want to show all his beauty at one go.)\u201d Igname is killed by the churchman, but Virginia remains undefeated. She gives \u201cbirth to seven little boars,\u201d and instead of assuming her proper role as widow and mother, she \u201ckept the one most like Igname, and boiled the others for herself and the cats, as a funeral feast.\u201d Cooking one\u2019s way to freedom is a good use for the kitchen stove.<\/p>\n

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With appropriate surrealism, the packaging on this D\u2019Artagnan wild boar shoulder warned me that it contained \u201cferal swine.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

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Naturally, I had to make a wild boar rag\u00f9, heavy on the cocoa powder, which I hoped would reference the mole sauces of Carrington\u2019s prolonged Mexican exile. I also took the \u201cmelons stuffed with larks\u201d made for the king in the story \u201cThe Sisters\u201d and cooked the closest thing I could invent, ripe cantaloupe balls stuffed with ground pheasant. If you don\u2019t have pheasant, the suggestion of the original recipe from the storied chef David Thompson is to use a mixture of ground pork, chicken, and shrimp.<\/p>\n

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To determine how much rhubarb I needed for an enormous tart, I prearranged the cut slices in my fourteen-inch pan.<\/p><\/div>\n

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A different story had \u201cenormous cakes and tarts,\u201d for which I sourced a fourteen-inch commercial pan and made a messy, scary, sour, stringy, hairy, green, delicious, free-form rhubarb tart. And lastly, in homage to Carrington\u2019s vegetables, I made a surrealist salad, using items she mentioned, such as carrots, potatoes, zucchini, and radishes, and cutting them into strange shapes, with a winged creature for Ernst (a daikon butterfly) and a horse for Carrington (a carrot). I made balsamic gel beads for the dressing and a horses-and-radishes emulsion (creamed horseradish and olive oil), which surprised me by going perfectly with the cold potatoes and zucchini ribbons.<\/p>\n

It was all so good, it was indeed surreal.<\/p>\n

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Melon Balls Stuffed with Pheasant <\/strong><\/p>\n

This recipe is adapted from <\/em>Thai Food, by David Thompson.<\/em><\/p>\n

1 whole pheasant, deboned and minced or ground
\n1\/4 tsp salt
\n5 tbs peanut oil
\n4 tbs palm sugar
\n1\/4 cup fish sauce
\n1\/3 cup crispy fried shallots
\n1\/3 cup crispy fried garlic
\n4 tbs ground roasted peanuts
\n1 ripe cantaloupe or musk melon
\nhandful of coriander leaves
\n1 long red chili, deseeded and minced<\/p>\n

For the paste: <\/strong><\/p>\n

4 coriander roots, scraped and chopped (or 1\/3 cup coriander stems, chopped)
\npinch of salt
\n5 garlic cloves, peeled and chopped
\n15 white peppercorns<\/p>\n

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Fry the ground pheasant in two tablespoons of peanut or other oil and a little bit of salt until cooked through and starting to brown. Set aside.<\/p>\n

Make the paste. Pound all ingredients in a mortar and pestle until homogenous.<\/p>\n

Fry the paste in three tablespoons of peanut oil until golden and fragrant. Add the palm sugar and fish sauce, and simmer gently until quite thick.<\/p>\n

Add the cooked meat, and toss to combine. Simmer for a few minutes, stirring so the meat doesn\u2019t clump. Add half each of the roasted peanuts, crispy fried garlic, and crispy fried shallots. Set aside to cool.<\/p>\n

Scoop out melon balls. I used a two-inch ice-cream scoop to make the balls and then a spoon to scoop out a second indentation for the filling. Two melon ballers of different sizes would work as well.<\/p>\n

Assemble, filling each indentation with the ground-pheasant mixture. Top with the minced chili, reserved crispy fried shallots and garlic, and a coriander leaf. Serve immediately.<\/p>\n

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Surrealist Salad with Horses, Radishes, Balsamic Gel Beads, and Horseradish Dressing <\/strong><\/p>\n

This salad suggests making balsamic gel beads, carving horses from carrots, and crafting butterflies from daikon radishes. A delicious but less time-consuming version would substitute 2 tsp balsamic vinegar in place of the gel balls and 1\/4 cup thinly sliced daikon radish in place of the butterflies. In this case, you\u2019d skip the carved horses because there are carrot rounds in the salad as well. <\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Serves 4. <\/em><\/p>\n

For the dressing:<\/strong><\/p>\n

2\/3 cup balsamic vinegar
\n1 tsp agar flakes
\n1 tall glassful oil, any type
\n4 tbs olive oil
\n2 tsp horseradish cream<\/p>\n

For the salad: <\/strong><\/p>\n

2 small zucchini
\n3 large carrots
\n1\/2 cup thinly sliced carrot rounds
\n4 small purple potatoes and 2 small white potatoes, boiled and neatly cubed
\n1 daikon radish, for carving (or 1\/4 cup thinly sliced daikon radish)<\/p>\n

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Follow the directions in this YouTube tutorial<\/a> to make daikon butterflies.<\/p>\n

Carve horses out of the carrots, following your own method.<\/p>\n

Cut the zucchini into ribbons using a vegetable peeler.<\/p>\n

Make the balsamic gel beads. Fill a tall flat-bottomed glass with oil of any type, and put it in the freezer for thirty minutes. In the meantime, combine the balsamic vinegar and the one teaspoon of agar in a small saucepan, and bring to a boil. Simmer until the agar has completely dissolved, and let cool slightly. Drip the hot liquid\u00a0into the cold oil using a pipette or eyedropper. The pearls should solidify by the time they reach the bottom of the glass.<\/p>\n

Make the dressing by whisking together the horseradish cream and the olive oil with a fork until emulsified.<\/p>\n

Combine the potatoes, carrots, and zucchini ribbons. Dress and toss. Serve garnished with balsamic gel beads, horse carrots, and a radish butterfly.<\/p>\n

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Wild Boar Chocolate\u00a0Rag\u00f9<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adapted from this recipe<\/a> by Anne Burrell<\/p>\n

4 garlic cloves, minced
\n2 carrots, chopped
\n2 celery ribs, chopped
\n1\/2 fennel bulb, chopped
\n1 boneless wild boar shoulder, cut into chunks, about 3 lbs total
\n1 cup tomato paste
\n1\/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
\n2 cups red wine
\n5 bay leaves
\n1 bundle fresh thyme
\n1 1-pound box linguine, pappardelle, or other wide, flat noodle
\nolive oil
\nkosher salt
\ngrated parmigiana cheese (for serving)<\/p>\n

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Coat the bottom of a Dutch oven or other large pot with a good amount of olive oil. Add the chunks of wild boar, salt liberally, and saut\u00e9 until browned, turning occasionally. Remove the meat from the pot, and reserve.<\/p>\n

Add the garlic, carrots, celery, and fennel, and saut\u00e9 until browned.<\/p>\n

Return the boar to the pan, add the tomato paste, wine, and cocoa powder, and bring to a boil. Turn down to a simmer, and let the wine reduce by half. Then add four cups of water (or enough to cover the boar by about an inch). Add the bay leaves and sprigs of thyme.<\/p>\n

Cover and simmer for three hours. If necessary, add water as the liquid level reduces. Taste frequently, and adjust for salt.<\/p>\n

During the last thirty minutes of cooking, bring a large pot of water to boil, salt it liberally, and cook the pasta according to the directions on the package. When the rag\u00f9 is done, reserve about one cup of the cooking liquid, and drain. Add the finished rag\u00f9 to the pasta, adjusting quantity so the pot is about half sauce and half noodles. Add half a cup of the cooking liquid, and turn on heat. Stir to combine. Cook over medium heat until the liquid has reduced. Taste again, and adjust for salt. Top with grated parmigiana cheese and serve.<\/p>\n

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Enormous Rhubarb Tart \u00e1<\/strong>\u00a0l<\/strong>a Mode <\/strong><\/p>\n

For the crust: <\/strong><\/p>\n

3 cups flour
\n2 tbs sugar
\n1 tsp salt
\n2 sticks cold unsalted butter, diced
\n1 egg, thoroughly beaten and chilled
\n2 tbs ice-cold water (or more to bring crust together)<\/p>\n

For the filling: <\/strong><\/p>\n

2 1\/2 lbs rhubarb, trimmed and chopped
\n2 cups sugar
\n1 egg for brushing, beaten with 1 tsp warm water
\n2 tbs sugar for sprinkling
\nvanilla ice cream<\/p>\n

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Make the tart crust by sifting three cups of flour with two tablespoons of sugar and one teaspoon of salt. Set in the refrigerator to chill for five minutes, then add the butter. Stir and chop the butter in with a pastry cutter until the mixture resembles coarse sand. Add the beaten egg and the two tablespoons of water, and stir with a knife until the mixture comes together in rough clumps. Then use your hands to crunch the dough together until it forms a mass. If it\u2019s too dry, add more water by the tablespoon until the dough comes together. Wrap in saran wrap. Chill for two hours or overnight.<\/p>\n

Make a simple syrup with one cup of sugar and four cups of water. Bring it to a boil, then add the rhubarb. Let simmer for one minute. Shock in cold water. Drain, toss with one cup of sugar, and set aside.<\/p>\n

Preheat the oven to 400. To assemble, roll out the dough to make one enormous round, large enough to come up the sides of the fourteen-inch pan. Trim any excess dough. Pop the pan in the freezer for five minutes. Once the dough has hardened slightly but is still pliable enough to work with, drain the rhubarb slices of any maceration liquid, and arrange them on the crust. Flip the dough down around the edges in a rustic manner, brush with egg, sprinkle the entire tart (including the edges and filling) with sugar, and bake for thirty minutes, until the crust is cooked and golden.<\/p>\n

Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Even with this quantity of sugar, the tart should be quite sour; it needs the ice cream.<\/p>\n

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Valerie Stivers is a writer based in New York.\u00a0<\/em>Read earlier\u00a0installments of Eat Your Words<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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