Pickling Class at Merchant

Zach & Jim teach us some pickling basics.


A few weeks ago I attended a pickling class held at Merchant-a lovely local coffee and crepe shop in the CBD (central business district) of New Orleans. The class was a very charming balance of information and exploration and most important of all, I walked away with a small jar of the best pickles I have ever had in my life. EVER.

Taught by Zach, formerly of Cochon, and Jim, currently a grower of micro greens for all the best chefs in NOLA, we had a gorgeous spread of local vegetables from Holly Grove to grab and prep for our own jars.

A beautiful bounty of local veggies & fruit for pickling!

While Jim gave us all a few pickling tips and answered any questions we had, we were also able to snack on cheese, sip wine and sample a few pickled things prepared beforehand. I tried pickled blueberries for the first time and LOVED them. That was my first taste of the delicious brine that we would be using in the glass. Jim had prepared a large pot of the brine and even had some set aside for shots. I couldn’t control myself.

Shot glasses ready & waiting for a spicy shot of brine.

A shot glass just wasn’t big enough for me.

 

I fell in love with that brine people. Trust me, it was amazing. I ate as many pickled peppers that were sitting around as possible without making a scene too. Jim didn’t tell us exactly how he made the brine but he did mention a few things I’d never done before. 1) was the fact that he treats his brine more like a stock. He creates lots of flavors in the brine and brings it all to a slow simmer and then strains it. This allows him to infuse the brine with the flavors rather than just throwing your spices in the jar along with your veggies. 2) he mentioned he’d added a little touch of bloody mary mix to his brine which is what gives it that beautiful hint of red to the coloring of the brine.

My jar of packed veggies for pickling!

 

I still packed plenty of spices and flavors in to my jar though. I used sliced cucumbers, heirloom eggplant, carrots, garlic, thyme, greenbeans and of course, hot peppers, and man, where they HOT. I think this tiny jar of pickles pleased me so much because of the quality of the ingredients, that amazing brine and of course, those spicy peppers.

I waited over one whole week before opening the jar which goes to show I’m learning something called “self control” but once I opened the jar, the real battle of the will began. I almost offed the whole thing in one sitting and of course was drinking the juice, when a tiny voice said, “Katy…WAIT, if you save some of the brine you can add more vegetables to the brine and stretch it out a bit more!!!!” So that is the plan…until the next class at Merchant.

One of the guys at Merchant said they hoped to hold more classes there in the evenings and if they do, no matter what they are teaching. I advise you to go. The space is gorgeous and the quality couldn’t be better!

 

 

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>Hunger Action Month

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NoHunger.org

Today I am extremely proud to be blogging on behalf of 2nd Harvest Food Bank here in New Orleans and the Greater Acadiana area. Most of us take for granted how surrounded we are by amazing local food here, planning our future indulgences while still eating our current one, but not everyone is so lucky, but the good news is, it’s so very easy to help.

September is Hunger Action Month- a national movement to raise awareness and take action to help the 50 million Americans who experience hunger.

Throughout the month, Feeding America’s nationwide network of more than 200 food banks, including my local Second Harvest Food Bank of Greater New Orleans and Acadiana, is working to engage citizens to take action and help spread the word about how pervasive hunger is in every community.

Hunger is closer than you think. Nationwide, 50 million Americans suffer from food insecurity. In Louisiana 1 in 8 people is struggling with hunger. 1 in 5 children in Louisiana is at risk for hunger. In any given week, nearly 42,000 people receive food through Second Harvest Food Bank of Greater New Orleans and Acadiana.

But hunger’s impact is felt by many more than the millions living with food insecurity: hunger impacts child development, health and wellness, education, workforce development – our general welfare as a nation. It is an issue in every community – and food banks work tirelessly to combat hunger and aid those living with the everyday disaster of hunger.

In contrast to what many believe, hunger does not only affect the homeless. Hunger is a daily struggle that can impact anyone. Many families are just one paycheck away from needing to rely on a food bank, food pantry or soup kitchen.

Local food banks are on the frontlines of the battle against hunger. It is only through the food, funds and time donated by members of the community that food banks can lead the fight. September is your opportunity to get involved with the fight against hunger as each individual has the power to fight hunger. There are many ways to help including hosting a food drive, volunteering, sharing hunger facts through social media, preparing food for an elderly neighbor or visit the 30 Ways in 30 Days calendar for more ideas on daily ways you can take action.

Throughout the month of September follow the hashtag #fighthunger to hear how members of our community are taking action and to hear about other ways you can help Second Harvest Food Bank. For more information on the Power to Fight Hunger campaign visit www.no-hunger.org.

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>#IFBC : I’m IN!

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WooooHooooo! Somebody (thank you FOODISTA!) ponied up the dough for Pickle Freak to attend the the 2011 International Food Blogger Conference this weekend which will be held Fri-Sat-Sun at my favorite hotel, The Hotel Monteleone.

I can’t wait to meet all of my fellow bloggers here in NOLA, the new city that I am thankful every single day that I now get to call home. I know that I have been busy checking out all of y’all’s blogs and I imagine you’ll return the favor. So here’s a few things to get you all caught up on Pickle Freak:

1-I’ve always known I was a Pickle Freak and actually come from a line of Pickle Freaks- the song “Born This Way” should come to mind

2-I’m from Mississippi, lived in New York and then moved to NOLA. There are really amazing pickles in all 3 places.Coincidence?

3-John Besh is the keynote speaker at this year’s IFBC. Did you know he makes really awesome pickles?

4-I have a lot of green and pickle themed clothing and wearing costumes is NOLA is perfectly acceptable.

5-If i didn’t have a blog about pickles, I’d have one about fried food and a NOLA treat, SnoBalls.

YOU. MUST.HAVE.ONE. Talk to me, I’ll set you on the right path (there is only one).

I’m really looking forward to the weekend. Safe travels getting here and welcome to NOLA!

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>NOLA Hot Sauce Show!

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The New Orleans Hot Sauce & Gourmet Show will be held this weekend at the Pontchatrain Center in Kenner. Admission is $5 and I guarantee you will get your money’s worth that day.

Also, I need a ride. Let’s go on Sunday. Thanks.

(PS) Check out this gorgeous website!

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>NOLA Blogger Meet Up

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If there are any other NOLA based bloggers that read Pickle Freak, please join us TOMORROW, Thursday, June 30th from 6-8 pm.
The meet up is free to all and we’ll be learning about Word Press and discussing anything that comes to mind.

It will all take place at Launch Pad, where I happen to work. I didn’t plan this event it just happened this way-isn’t my life magical?

More info and RSVP on Facebook.

There’s a bar just next door so afterwards we can all have a beverage at Capdeville!

This picture is symbolic of different kinds of veggies being united as pickles, just as we bloggers will be united.

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>I Bought Crack in the French Quarter

>You already know I have a problem… a bit of a habit…but what am I supposed to do when the pickle pushers just FIND ME?

I’m learning fast that in THIS town, temptation is every.where.you.look….and even where you don’t look. I knowingly ventured to the 25th Annual Creole Tomato Festival in the French Market a few Sundays ago with the agenda to buy a few pickled things, pickled Mirlitons being high on the list. A bus ride downtown, a fresh lime daiquiri and $10 bucks later, Mission Accomplished: pickles in hand.

But these were just gateway pickles. The hard stuff would find me a few bars later. My friends and I ventured from bar to bar-Pravda (no AC!), The Abbey, and then Johnny White’s….a den of crack. All I did was sit there and from the farthest corner of the small, narrow bar I saw a vision of a woman standing outside in the light holding what I wanted. A flat box- a case of Ball mason jars-I would recognize those colors and that font anywhere-full of jars and….a go cup with a Hurricane from Lafitte’s Blacksmith Bar. Could it be? Is she really selling pickles? Right outside the very bar I’m in when there are HUNDREDS of bars to choose from? How did she know?

I marched towards the door (possibly staggered) and barraged her with questions, “Are you selling pickles? What is your name? I have to have a jar! How much are these? OhmygodIwriteablogaboutpicklesandIcan’tbelievethis?”

HOW MUCH for a JAR?

I gave her $5 dollars and pawed a jar and she gently took my hand and said “No, take these. You have to try the CRACK PICKLES.” Oh I took the crack pickles alright and I ate them almost immediately. They were spears with a clear, simple taste of brine and mustard seed. They tasted like warm sunshine on a blanket. I managed to share a few but I clearly hogged the majority of the jar and then at my final bar of the night, I polished off the remaining pickle juice.

All I’ve got now is an empty jar with a handwritten label and a strong urge to eat more crack pickles! I didn’t catch this seemingly mirage of a woman’s name but she did tell me her farm, Lone Cypress Farm has a facebook page and from there I learned that their main mission is rescuing stray animals-they use to farm to grow produce and use the sale of their harvest to support their rescue. Crack with a Cause!!

She assured me I could find her again another Sunday night, same place-ish, same time-ish (this IS New Orleans after all) and I sure hope I do. You can order your own crack online and I urge you to do so. Don’t make me do crack all alone.

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>American Sector-Pickles @ the WWII Museum

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I was a little obsessed with these pickles before I even moved here from reading about them on my fave NOLA food blog Blackened Out. But now that I’m HERE, I’m TRULY in love with these green spears of patriotism.

Chef John Besh runs the restaurant American Sector which is part of the museum but admission is not required. The pickles are free but I’ve noticed on my repeat visits they aren’t automatically brought to your table, so don’t be shy and ask for them as soon as you’re handed your menu! They are very tangy pickles with an initial heavy bread and butter taste but I’ve noticed that with every bite I pick up a different subtle taste which keeps me happily munching away. Also, they change slightly in flavor every time I’ve visited, which tells me that are made fresh on a very regular basis.

The menu is great and I try and order something different every time I visit, but my favorite dish (besides the amazing corndog) is the garlic honey glazed chicken wings because they come with a trio of pickled veggies. Pickled squash, watermelon and radish is pictured below. The radish was underwhelming (but I’m not really a fan), the squash was delicious (I’m not usually a fan) but the watermelon was magical. It was still very sweet but had a spice and tang to it that I loved. I ordered the wings and had no idea they would come with so many pickles on the side-perfect!


I’m lucky that I have a job just down the street and a friend that works at the Museum, so it’s a quick and luxurious lunch spot for me. Everything I’ve had is amazing right down to the hotdog. But what’s really special about this place is that every trip I’ve made there has had an emotional impact on me. To be seated next to a WWII Veteran who gently cuts his wife’s food for her or to snap a photo of a Veteran and his wife at the next table for them to remember their trip here makes me feel so grateful. So if you see me a little teary-eyed at American Sector it could be the pickles, or the corndog or the spicy wings, but it’s not.

Thanks to everyone who has served and a big salute to those serving now.

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>Pickle Juice (on Ice)

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When I was a kid the best summer treat was a big ‘ol sno cone from Loretta’s Sno Cone Hut-a small aluminum shed that would magically appear in the hottest spot (literally and figuratively) in town, the Wal-Mart parking lot- and stay until the next school year began. I’m ashamed to admit that as a young pickle freak I never even DREAMED of a pickle juice sno cone but I was known to take shaved ice and poke it down into my actual pickle to exaggerate the tartness of my concession stand treat.

Well, maybe I shoulda been born in Texas. There the pickle juice sno cone is a common treat as this pic taken by a friend suggests and is evidence of a people who know how to beat the heat.

Well, the folks in Texas may have ONE up on us in new Orleans, but don’t get TOO cocky yet ya hear?
If you happen to know me personally, you should be well aware of my new obsession with a NOLA treat called the Sno Ball. Don’t call it a Sno CONE, because it’s NOT-it’s much more fine than a sno..ugh..i don’t even want to SAY IT (cone). See, we took the shaved ice all you other people know and love and spun it into something else. Yeah, SNOW. Well, at least one place has and it’s the holy grail of sno ball joints-Hansen’s Sno Bliz-old man Hansen invented his own fine shaving ice machine and the result is unlike anything I’ve ever had. I’d rather eat a sno bliz snoball than any other sweet thing in the whole wide world.

So now let’s put some pickle juice on it!

Actually somebody already has, at another snoball joint called “Droopy’s”-they use sour pickle juice and will even poke a pickle down the middle of your snoball if you ask nicely but they are waayyy out in the ‘burbs and as I don’t have a car, I haven’t ventured out to Droopy’s….but you KNOW I WILL but in the meantime, I’m making friends with the kids at Hansen’s so if (when) I show up there with a jar of pickles they won’t even blink…

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