Quail with Israeli Couscous

November 30, 2016

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As a writer, even as a child, long before what I wrote began to be published, I developed a sense that meaning itself was resident in the rhythms of words and sentences and paragraphs, a technique for witholding whatever it was I thought or believed behind an increasingly impenetrable polish.

Joan Didion, The Year Of Magical Thinking

“I’m having a hard time being funny,” I said to John this morning. We were getting dressed. More accurately: I was dressing him, yanking on his jeans, tugging a sweater over his head, guiding his arms through the sleeves. We were in a hurry, meaning no pressure stockings today. Socks, shoes, medic alert necklace. Lift from bed back to wheelchair. Vitamins, coffee, lunch bag. Jacket. Good to go. John calls this “being rehumanized.”

My increasingly impenetrable polish hardly achieved Didion-level prose. It was an amused humor, offered at a third-person reserve. Look at that wobbly woman in her second-rate kitchen. She can’t even open a can of beans.

That I’d woken at 5 a.m. to begin my caregiver duties, the showering, the dressing, washing the breathing equipment, the thousand tiny details that go into keeping an adult wheelchair user alive–is information I’d skimmed over. People don’t want to hear about this.

My own health makes nice joke material. The more troubling issues, those refusing to become punch lines, are not mentioned. People don’t want to hear about this.

I can’t tell you how long my finger hovers before I hit the “Publish” button.

David Lebovitz, My Paris Kitchen

Like a lot of people, I’ve been in a bad way since November 9–frightened, depressed, barely able to read the news. I’ve no idea how to cope with the election and ensuing fallout: the rash of hate crimes, the shockingly ugly speech suddenly given free rein, the potential legislation. That many others share my feelings is cold comfort. For all of America’s serious problems, I had always considered myself fortunate to live here. Now I am struggling with the loss of a faith–in my country, in the people who inhabit it–I’d no idea I possessed. This makes blithely nattering on about holiday cooking feel trivial in the extreme.

Do people want to hear about this?

Probably not. Then again, who can blame them? Anyone who began 2016 trouble-free surely isn’t ending that way.

It’s hard to be funny right now.

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Quail With Israeli Couscous.

Revision #37

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I’ve never seen fresh quail in Northern California, only frozen. And the same frozen package of six quail is six bucks cheaper at 99 Ranch than at Berkeley Bowl. So those of you living in NorCal know where to buy your quail. You are hearing this from a woman who spent $300 bucks at Berkeley Bowl yesterday, okay?

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Which leads us to the fact that this quail comes from Quebec, which is not exactly around the corner from NorCal. Then again, no quail is. But if your kitchen, like mine, is full of pc locavore foodstuffs, the very occasional quail can perhaps be forgiven. Readers living in the Southeastern United States or Europe may have better luck locating fresh quail. If so, enjoy.

Know also that quail carcasses, properly called “frames,” makes wondrous broth. Prepare as for chicken broth.

We should talk about Israeli couscous for a minute. It’s couscous with larger grains, bland in the best possible way: you can jazz it up with all sorts of herbs and alliums and spices, as I do here, or just let it be (whisper words of wisdom…).Left alone, Israeli couscous may be served to picky children (or adults) or those with unhappy tummies. The larger grains also mean easier eating if you’re serving people with Neuromuscular disease, no friend to bitty foods. This said, feel free to use regular couscous, orzo, or polenta. Those with Celiac or carbophobia–vastly differing scenarios–can simply make the quail.

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This recipe is nominally from Ottolenghi; the original uses a great deal of honey, resulting in a very sweet dish. As I am not fond of a mixing sweet with savory, I’ve gone a very different direction. Then again, I’ve been making quail for years, and often felt rather alone in advocating for this poor bird, which Fergus Henderson rightly calls “fiddly.” This is another way of saying it is best eaten with your hands, something that freaks some people out. Why this is I cannot say. Then again, the older I get, the less I understand anything.

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Quail with Israeli Couscous

Preparation time: quail are best marinated overnight, but 4 hours will work. Barring that, an hour. Cooking time is about 20 minutes. Couscous takes about 15 minutes to cook.

Adapted from Ottolenghi by Yotam Ottolenghi

serves 2-3 adults or 2 adults with leftovers for lunch the next day.

For the quail:

6 bone-in quail

2 (scant) tablespoons cumin seed

1 tablespoon coriander seed

1 tablespoon fennel seed

1/2 tablespoon sweet paprika

1 tablespoon turmeric (see note)

10 cardamom pods

1 teaspoon kosher salt or fine sea salt

4 garlic cloves, peeled (or less, if you prefer)

3/4 cup olive oil

For the couscous:

1 cup Israeli couscous (see note)

1 1/4 cups water

Olive oil for the pan

1 medium lemon, juiced and peel finely minced (peel the lemon first)

1 small garlic clove, peeled and minced

1 scallion, trimmed and thinly sliced

a smattering of dried chile pepper

salt and pepper, to taste

fresh parsley leaves (about 2 ounces, if you must measure)

Additional olive oil, to taste

Optional additions:

preserved lemon, minced (instead of fresh lemon)

cumin

fresh hot pepper

cilantro

oven dried cherry tomatoes

For the quail:

Prepare the marinade. Do this 24 hours ahead if possible. If not, 4 hours will work. An hour is better than nothing.

You’ll need a large bowl and either a spice grinder you never use for coffee, a small food processor, or a deep mortar and pestle.

Grind or process the cumin, coriander, fennel, paprika, turmeric cardamom pods (whole) salt, and garlic until you have a paste. If you use a coffee grinder, prepare for some noise.

Pour spice mixture into the large bowl. Add the olive oil and whisk to combine.

Rinse the quail, plucking any errant feathers. Pat dry and add to the bowl.

With very clean hands, massage the marinade into the birds, making sure you get the cavities and around the wingtips. Wash your hands, cover the bowl with plastic wrap or foil, and refrigerate, ideally overnight.

An hour before you plan to cook the birds, bring them out to come to room temperature. Preheat the oven to 425F. I cook the quail in a large Pyrex baker lined with foil for ease of clean-up.

While the quail comes to room temperature and the oven preheats, prepare the couscous. You can also do this while the quail cooks–up to you.

Pour about 1 tablespoon olive oil in a 4-quart lidded saucepan. Place on medium heat.

Add the lemon peel, scallion, and garlic and cook over low heat for about a minute. Add the couscous and water. Bring to a boil, then turn heat to lowest setting and cover pot with a lid. The water will completely absorb within 5-8 minutes. Give the grain a stir and add the lemon juice, parsley, salt, pepper, chile pepper, olive oil, or your optional ingredients. Turn off the heat and keep covered.

Put quail in the oven. Cook for about 20 minutes; they’re done when leg wiggles easily and breast meat is completely cooked. You don’t want a rare bird.

You can serve the birds whole, or scissor them in half for a nicer presentation. Give the couscous a good stir and taste for seasoning: you may wish to add more lemon juice or olive oil. A green salad is nice but not necessary.

Leftovers keep refrigerated 2 days. Quail may be frozen, well-wrapped, but couscous will become mush.

Notes: I am able to purchase frozen quail in packages of six. If you live near as Asian market, buy your quail there: they’ll be far cheaper than the same package sold at the upscale market a block away.

Turmeric stains. Don’t use your finest white dishtowels or wear your nicest clothing while prepping this dish. If you care about your manicure, wear gloves. It will also stain your spatulas.

I use Bob’s Red Mill Israeli Couscous. Feel free to substitute another brand.

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N.B. As evidenced by all those revisions, this wasn’t an easy post to write. A blog is only as meaningful as its readers. Thank you for being here.