Turkey… sigh…
I’m not trying to sound like a Scrooge (although I am), or poo-poo on holiday traditions (although I kinda couldn’t care less), or generally displease or offend, but the fact is: I don’t really like turkey dinners. There. I’ve said it.
I've recently been trying to identify what exactly it is about the meal that I don’t enjoy. I think it can be summed up by that one uninvited, yet inevitable guest at any turkey dinner: tryptophan.
Many people enjoy that borderline coma-inducing, sneaky little amino acid’s effects, but since I’m usually having turkey amongst a group of people, and rarely in my own home, it just makes me anti-social and tired. Anyone who knows me knows that a sleepy fascist is a bitchy fascist. If I am at someone elses house I’d rather be able to maintain the illusion of being semi-gracious, rather than just slinking off to doze under the nearest, most inconspicuous duvet, or deliberately overturning a gravy boat onto an antique Berber rug in an overtired tantrum.
When it’s up to me to make the turkey there’re downsides, too. A) I end up with a handful of glassy eyed tryptophiles on hand who are seeking out MY duvet (bitches get yo’ cranberry-stained grillz off my pillow!), and B) I end up with a tonne of leftovers. I know, I know: “That’s the best part…” I can hear a small (off-key) choir of you exclaiming. Well…sadly, not to me. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I just don’t do leftovers. Particularly ones that have such a lather, rinse, repeat pattern to them aka: roast the turkey, make sandwiches, make soup. Yaaaaawn!
However, a while back I saw a local Vancouver culinary genius, who was born and raised in Mexico, take the holiday leftovers and transform them into something which did justice to the leftover bird, as well as his cultural influences. Rodolfo Rodriguez Vazquez took the leftover turkey and infused it with Latin brilliance, drawing a new respect from this food snob for a leftover meal that I previously couldn’t’ve cared les about.
Inspired by his creation I took a stab at it myself, and thus was born:
· 2 (each) turkey thighs and drumsticks ( I didn’t use a carcass, because I just didn’t feel like having turkey the night before purely to get to make the stew. I just kind of skipped to the fun part)
· Stock (I used veggie) – enough to cover the bird bits in the stock pot
· 3 jalapeños (I fire roasted them on the bbq. Not so much because I knew what I was doing, but more to do with my inclination towards pyromania. I don’t think I would roast them in the future) You can adjust the jalapeños to taste. Remember: the heat is in the seeds, so if you want a bit less “OW!” scrape em out. I recommend wearing gloves. Particularly if you plan to take out contact lenses later on.
· Bunch cilantro
· Garlic (I used 5 cloves) - chopped
· Shallot – chopped fine
· Small handful dried porcini mushrooms – reconstituted in warm water, and chopped
· 3 tomatoes – roughly chopped
· ¾ - 1 cup quinoa (barley would also kinda rock, but requires a much longer cooking time)
· Kale – 1 bunch (about 12-20 leaves. Washed and tough inner vein removed, then chopped)
· 3-4 scallions (green onion)
· lime juice (I used half a lime, but the ones I have on hand are these mutant uber-limes which pack quite the pucker. The juice of 1 lime would generally be apropos)
· fresh avocado (small chunks) and sour cream to garnish
I precooked the turkey with veggie stock, a handful of ripped cilantro and about half of the jalapeños. When cooked through, I removed the turkey, let it cook, then pulled the meat into rustic chunks. If you’re using a leftover turkey you could still simmer it first to get some of the flavours into the meat beforehand, but if you’re lazier you may as well just remove the meat from the carcass and keep it on hand.
I strained the miscellaneous bits of que est-ce que c’est of the stock and discarded them. The bits, not the stock. Save that.
Next, I returned the turkey to the stock, threw in the tomatoes, mushrooms, shallot, garlic, and a bit more of the cilantro (chopped). I let it simmer merrily away until the skins of the tomatoes just started to pull away, then added the quinoa, covered the pot and let it do it’s thing for about 20 minutes.
When the quinoa has softened, thrown in the kale as well as the remaining jalapeños, stir them in and allow to the stew to continue simmering until the kale loses it’s squeak when bitten into. No one loves a squeaky kale.
Remove from heat and add the lime juice and green onions. Adjust salt and pepper to taste. Throw into bowls, and top with a dollop of sour cream, avocado chunks and a further smatterance of finely chopped cilantro. I was skeptical of the avocado, but TRUST ME!
I know many people aren’t really huge fans of cilantro, but I’m thinking they probably stopped reading early on, so screw them. Meanwhile, you can feel free to enjoy a new twist on leftover turkey in their absence.
I hope I did Rodolfo’s recipe justice. I know I was impressed with the results of my experience, but since I didn’t have anything to compare it to, who knows. I just may have to snag a dinner invite sometime (hint hint hint!).
Yes, it had that narcoleptic effect, and yes, I was in bed by 9:30 as a result, but with my own duvet close at hand, and no guests to entertain, I’d have to say it was the most ideal turkey meal to date.