Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Great Scapes

What kind of a person wakes up spontaneously at 4:17am unable to fall back asleep? Clearly a disturbed one. We all dream about the extravagance of absolute freedom, but when it finally arrives, as a sudden free fall after months, even years, of being driven by an intense, habituated single-mindedness, it can be terrifying, even if or perhaps because intoxicating. I am now officially Qualified. To do what, some invisible souls may ask. Hmm, something inconclusive and of little quantifiable benefit to the world at large. In other words, to speak with some measure of authority on a vast array of books that span certain periods of Luso-Brazilian, Anglo-American, and French literature. With the consequence that I now spring awake in the wee hours of the morning thinking I need to make more flash cards and copy out more passages only to remember that my most pressing engagements at the moment are my plans to make tie-dyed t-shirts and friendly animals out of socks and gloves and to peep into the secret lives of seahorses at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

"I fear chiefly lest my expression may not be extra- vagant enough, may not wander far enough beyond the narrow limits of my daily experience, so as to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced. Extra vagance!"


Thoreau, who writes this at the end of Walden, likes to think of himself as an extra-vagrant, a kind of knight errant who often wanders beyond the bounds of his own stated subjects and arguments. I sometimes half worry that we will one day run out of weird vegetables to think about, that going to the same farmers' markets every Saturday will produce predictable results and that I will have to search the rogue hillsides of Oregon or the backlands of Brazil for something more exciting. But then it seems only an atrophied imagination that cannot discover a certain thrill tucked away among the fuji apples and yellow onions, that can only recognize wildness in its most obvious of forms.

The extravagance of farmers' markets was punctuated for me three weeks ago by the sudden appearance of scapes at the Happy Boy farm stand in Noe Valley. These gnomic wands stood like ciphers in a container near the "checkout" scale, and I picked just two up out of curiosity. Scapes are the flower stalk of alliums, which include garlic, leeks, and chives. They bolt up toward the sky for a brief spell and are cut away by farmers to encourage growth of the underground bulb and are often tossed away. But, as the saying goes, one man's trash is another man's treasure, and many people have come to salivate at the very thought of these delicately pungent tendrils, which are available for an excessively limited time. Blink and their season could slip away unnoticed. After tasting these, which happen to be leek scapes, thicker and less commonly found at markets than the curlier garlic scapes, I went back for more the next week, but I had already missed the last of them.


At home, I investigated the insides of the papery bulbs and sliced the stalks into one-inch pieces on a bias cut, as suggested by a friend who thinks seriously about the shapes of slices. It was pleasantly disorienting to experience that familiar spicy, leeky-garlicky flavor coming from such a different color and texture, and the scapes kept their distinct flavor even after I sautéed them with other vegetables mixed into a lentil sambar I made from a Moosewood Cookbook recipe.




Another lesser known vegetable offshoot worth trying is green garlic, which is the young garlic attached to its stalk and harvested before its cloves grow and separate, also available for limited periods in May and June. It appears in the middle of the tableau below, surrounded by red cabbage, purple onion, red Russian kale, and a lemon wedge. You can get more ideas on scapes and green garlic from this NY Times article by Melissa Clark and also here. People seem to like making pesto from garlic scapes. I'll be ready for them next year. Unless I accidentally sleep through it...

3 comments:

mckenzie elizabeth said...

I'm reading Walden right now, actually. It's one of those great books that you just connect with so much that you wonder why it took you so many years to pick it up. Also, I had a bunch of those "gnome wands" in my garden this year. They're awesome. The pods almost look like they've been coated in resin or something...

:)

kale daikon said...

Agreed! Though I sometimes get frustrated at Thoreau's seeming puritanism and sense of superiority. But then he completely contradicts himself with a knowing wink and makes you have to read him all over again. I love the sections "The Pond" and "Brute Neighbors."

jib said...

Went to my friends' farm last night and they steamed garlic scapes and served with salt and pepper. We ate them with our hands, and it was like a slightly sweeter and more interesting green bean. It was such a simple thing to do with such a confusing veg- I had to share.