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Make your own pickles!

pickles in brine after 9 days of fermenting

I wrote this story about pickles for El Cerrito Patch in 2010, when it was a decent
publication. In recent years the stories I wrote for them have been turned into
“community posts” and have suffered from editorial errors that occurred after
their original publication. I have edited the story for those errors and updated it, where
necessary.


Make Your Own Pickles? Easy!

By Renate Valencia
Jun 14, 2011 (Updated Aug 3, 2019)
El Cerrito Patch

A final loop around the farmer’s market on a recent Tuesday morning had me running into a small mountain of perfectly ripe, dark green pickling cucumbers — which I snapped up.

Pickling cucumbers are squat with thin skin and lots of bumps, or “burps.”

I’ve made all kinds of pickles over the years, but particularly enjoy crafting two varieties: the naturally fermented, sour, salty, zesty and often garlicky Kosher-style dills of my New York City childhood, and tart, sweet, savory, onion-laced refrigerator bread & butter pickles. The former taps into food science through a lengthy battle between good and bad bacteria, and the latter is conventional, quick and easy.

Naturally Fermented Pickles

Lacto-fermented pickles get their sour flavor from lactic acid fermentation, not vinegar.

I make them in my garage, where temperatures during summer generally fall within the ideal range of 60°-75°F.

Freshly-harvested pickling cucumbers are added to brine — water and salt — with flavorings, like dill and garlic, and allowed to ferment at room temperature for a number of weeks. Brine is hostile to bad bacteria, allowing good lactic acid bacteria — like Lactobacillus — to thrive, digest sugars in the cucumbers and produce lactic acid. Lactic acid in turn helps fends off spoilage-causing bacteria and turns the cucumbers into pickles.

The brine has to be salty enough to give lactic acid bacteria an edge, but not so salty it doesn’t allow them to survive. Cucumbers are weighted down under the brine to keep them away from spoiler microbes that thrive on air, and the brine’s surface is monitored and skimmed of scum, mold and yeast throughout the fermentation process, though the use of a good airlock system— which does not allow air in — generally prevents much of this from forming if conditions are optimal.

Keeping air away from the brine cuts down on surface attacks, but carbon dioxide, a byproduct of fermentation (think beer) must escape, so the set-up can’t be airtight. I use a fermenting crock with a water lip that serves as an airlock, or a mason or other type of jar outfitted with an airlock system.

When the pickles are ready according to personal taste, pickles and brine are transferred to smaller containers and refrigerated.

This ancient dance involving salt content, pH, weather and air has made a comeback in recent years as part of real and raw food movements, so if you’re interested there’s a thriving natural fermentation community in the Bay Area. I suggest a hands-on workshop at a place like Happy Girl Kitchen, and some quality time with food revivalist Sandor Ellix Katz’s books, which include a wealth of information.

Mainstream home food-preservation experts generally advise adding vinegar to the brine and, after fermentation, canning to prevent food-borne illness, like listeriosis. Check out The National Center for Food Preservation, which includes the USDA guidelines, and the Ball Blue Book, often considered the bible of home food preservation, to begin to understand what drives these conservative approaches, which are at odds with traditional fermentation methods.

Home fermenters were happy to see this 2009 article in the San Francisco Chronicle, where USDA microbiologist Fred Breidt was quoted as saying, “With fermented products there is no safety concern. I can flat-out say that. The reason is the lactic acid bacteria that carry out the fermentation are the world’s best killers of other bacteria.”

Ironic, then, that canning is prescribed as a preventative to food-borne illness for fermented vegetables given the botulism risk, if not done properly. It’s important to remember that the invention of canning is what did traditional methods of preservation in in the first place, and that the persistent belief that modern science is always better has kept older methods at bay.

Still, natural fermentation has been undergoing such a tremendous resurgence that conservative guidelines have all but become irrelevant to enthusiasts.

Bread & Butter Refrigerator Pickles

bread and butter pickles in jars

This quick-process, pickle chip-and-onion mix gets its tartness from vinegar, and is a great option if you’re looking for simplicity and near-immediate gratification. Plus, it’s delicious — I can’t keep up with demand.

Water bath canned, shelf-stable bread & butter pickles cure in their jars to a kind of mellowness, but the refrigerator version retains brightness and snap, and you can fiddle with the formula since you don’t have to worry about canning requirements.

The recipe below is a tart variation of the Ball Blue Book’s version.

For pretty chips, use a crinkle cutter — or run a citrus zester down the length of the cucumbers.

Make lots — you’ll need it.

Bread & Butter Refrigerator Pickles
 
Adapted from the Bread and Butter Pickles recipe in the Ball Blue Book Guide to Preserving
Author:
Recipe type: Condiment
Serves: 4 - 5 pints
Ingredients
  • 4 to 5 pint-sized (wide mouth) mason jars with lids and rings — prepared per the instructions below
  • 4-1/2 to 5 pounds pickling cucumbers
  • 1 Vidalia or other type of sweet onion (should yield about 3 cups of thin slices)
  • ½ cup Kosher salt
  • 2 to 3 quarts ice cubes
  • 4 cups white vinegar
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 2 tablespoons yellow mustard seeds
  • 2 teaspoons celery seeds
  • 1-1/2 teaspoons turmeric
  • 1 teaspoon whole peppercorns
Method
  1. Wash pickling cucumbers very well and trim off blossom ends
  2. Slice cucumbers into ¼ inch slices. You should wind up with about 12 or 13 cups
  3. Place cucumber slices in a large bowl
  4. Slice onion into thin rounds and mix into cucumber slices
  5. Mix salt into cucumber-onion mixture and cover evenly with ice
  6. Cover bowl loosely and leave out on counter for 2 hours
  7. Drain cucumbers and rinse very well. Allow to drain well while you make the brine
  8. Bring remaining ingredients to a rolling boil in a large saucepan and allow to simmer, covered, for about 5 minutes
  9. Add cucumber-onion mixture to hot brine and bring up to barely a simmer — not a full boil!
  10. Pack hot cucumbers into jars using a slotted spoon — leaving some headspace
  11. Fill jar with brine, leaving about ¼ inch headspace
  12. Remove large air bubbles and gaps with a bubble remover or skewer. It’s not absolutely necessary, but it helps make sure all the pickle chips are surrounded by brine
  13. Add a little more brine, if needed
  14. Wipe top of jar and threads with clean cloth and seal with lid and band
  15. Allow to cool to room temperature, label and refrigerate
Notes
To prepare jars:
Run the jars and rings through a complete dishwasher cycle or wash them in hot, sudsy water and then rinse them very well in hot water. Lids should be washed by hand and then dried carefully.

Other notes:
1). Use non-reactive kitchenware, like stainless steel, earthenware, glass or plastic
2). If you’re not using wide-mouth jars, use a funnel to fill them
3). This produces a very tart pickle; alter the recipe to your taste
4). Allow the pickles to cure for a day or so before you use them
5). If you followed the instructions, they should last, under refrigeration, for a few weeks
6). Never store refrigerator pickles anywhere but the refrigerator

 

 

Crazy like Shopsin’s

“You’re a one-woman Shopsin’s West!”

High praise from a fellow NYC-expat as I dished him up some eggs — soft-scrambled with hot dogs, cheddar, tomatoes, onions, tossed noodles and curry sauce — served with cottage cheese sprinkled with Penzey’s Szechuan Pepper Salt and slathered with ketchup.

Shopsin’s, you see, was a singular Greenwich Village spot known as much for its irreverent proprietor as its uniquely-named dishes that sometimes combined things that had never before shared a plate, like Plantain Pulled Turkey Soup with Strawberry BBQ Rice,  Mexican Moo Shu Pork and Hanoi Hoppin’ John with Shrimp.

If you ordered Blisters on my Sisters, you’d get a huevos rancheros-type creation that owed its name to Frank Zappa’s “Jewish Princess:”

“I want a dainty little Jewish princess with a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters.”

It’s hard to imagine a neighborhood place with an owner who swore like a pro and occasionally threw people out as being welcoming, but, in its way, it was.

Kenny and Eve Shopsin opened their grocery store in 1973 — a packed-to-the-rafters, timeworn affair with tin ceilings. Continuing the former owner’s tradition they offered roast beef, and, little by little, other take-out fare. Soon there were lines out the door. The Shopsins had children of their own who hung out there, so they made it a community place, complete with paperback lending library and rocking chair.

In 1983 Shopsin’s General Store became a small restaurant that quickly achieved local cult status. The “local” part being fine with Kenny, who wanted no publicity — no city-wide trade — so he didn’t give interviews. He also disdained food critics and wouldn’t talk with them, either.

He was outrageous. As I mentioned, he swore (see Calvin Trillin’s New Yorker stories for samples), and would eighty-six people he didn’t think fit in. Kenny had a number of rules. For example, Shopsin’s would not seat a party greater than four. In fact, there was something on the back of the menu discouraging any form of cheating, like pretending your party of three happened to run into another party of two and then you all decided to eat together. Nope. Could get you banned.

Rules were enforced more or less by whim. Like not being allowed any form of “I’ll have what she’s having.” Kenny thought that if you were not capable of making a choice on your own, you shouldn’t be there. It didn’t matter to him that, at its peak, there were about 900 items on the menu.

One page of Shopsin's 11-page-long menu from 2002. Courtesy of Internet Archive.

One page of Shopsin’s 11-page-long menu from 2002. Courtesy of Internet Archive.

According to his 2008 biography, Eat Me: The Food and Philosophy of Kenny Shopsin, if you ordered a coffee “to go,” you would be told that you could only get the “to go” part of your order.

Broad recognition came in 2002, when Calvin Trillin wrote his second piece for The New Yorker, “Don’t Mention It: The hidden life and times of a Greenwich Village restaurant.” Kenny allowed Trillin to use the name and location — which he did not for his 1975 story, “The Bubble Gum Store.” Why the change? Shopsin didn’t own the building the restaurant was in and, NYC real estate being what it was and is, he chose to leave rather than negotiate a new lease.

Kenny knew the gig was up — that the new place would never be the same, so there was no longer a reason to keep it secret.

Shopsin’s has had a number of incarnations over the years and still exists, but the real Shopsin’s lived only in that ancient corner grocery on Bedford and Morton, with Eve, who died in 2002, and Kenny, who passed away in 2018.

Want to learn more about Kenny Shopsin and the restaurant? Check out the 2004 documentary, I Like Killing Flies.

 

Tres Leches cake & GraceAnn Walden: It’s complicated

GraceAnn Walden with Patricia Rose’s Tres Leches cake — covered with strawberries, which are optional

I met muralist Patricia Rose at a party at Bay Area food writer GraceAnn Walden’s house some years ago. She brought a tres leches, or “three milks,” cake with her, and it was a hit. When she gave me her recipe I knew I wanted to write about it, but the post has been sitting in my drafts folder for years.

The cake is tied to an event that is tied to a friendship with GraceAnn that I needed to move away from. Revisiting the cake recipe means revisiting that.

While I could write around the issue and focus on the cake, I’ve chosen to use this post to work through it and send some positive mojo GraceAnn’s way.

I met her in 2005 when I interned at the San Francisco Chronicle’s Food and Wine Department. GraceAnn had her own column, Inside Scoop, a Bay Area culinary insider’s commentary that ran weekly and reflected her sharp and irreverent wit.

She was a pioneer when it came to gossipy writing about the up- and underside of the local restaurant and bar scene. It’s a popular form now, but she went out on a limb with her confident, unapologetic, sometimes-biting, style when starting the column back in the late 1980s at a publication called BayFood.

In 1991 GraceAnn moved Inside Scoop to the San Francisco Chronicle.

I was only an intern there, but she treated me like a colleague. She noticed little things I did in the test kitchen — as I found out when she talked about them publicly at my culinary school’s 2005 fundraiser.

“Renate Valencia,” she said to the audience, “does what needs to be done without complaining, even if it means staying late to polish the stainless steel appliances.”

It’s true. I gave the stainless some extra attention.

Michael Bauer, the Food Editor, liked the stainless steel to gleam. Or so I was told my first day. Well, he was always lovely to me, so why not give a little back?

After leaving the paper in 2006, GraceAnn started a walking tour business. She took groups around North Beach, the Mission District and other areas of interest. She also published an on-line food zine, The Yummy Report, which I understand morphed from The Yummy Letter, a slightly earlier collaborative effort connected to Northside San Francisco Magazine.

By the time we reconnected in 2010, GraceAnn was working on The Yummy Report and looking for contributors. I was happy to oblige, given that I needed the experience and wanted to repay her earlier kindness. I was writing local restaurant reviews, so she began inviting me to venues she was planning to review, suggesting that I write about them for both my own food site and The Yummy Report.

When you share a couple of long meals with a person you start to get to know them, and so we became friends. GraceAnn was down to earth, very open and lots of fun. It was easy to have a good time with her.

She made it her business to get to know as many culinary folk as possible, from machers like Jeremiah Tower and Wolfgang Puck, to line cooks, servers and other staff. Knowing what was going on where — or not going on, often — had been her livelihood, and she got her information from a broad range of insiders.

GraceAnn had heart and was generous to a fault. A good person, though often confrontational. And loud. She liked attention, and had no problem getting it with her big, brassy personality. I’m sorry to say it wore on me. I found it exhausting. And, if I am to be honest, I didn’t want to be associated with her MO on a professional level, given that I was trying to find my own footing as a food writer.

So, about a year in, I distanced myself, little by little. I never told her why.

GraceAnn passed away suddenly in 2015. Although I still believe it was the right decision to remain silent, I feel guilty nevertheless. I say it was the right decision because it was a matter of who she was and who I am. To have been honest would have been cruel and to no good end. Better that she thought I was mercurial.

I will always appreciate what she did for me. Schlepping me along to events and introducing me to well-known chefs  — who were incredibly fond of her! That was easy to see.

And I will miss her fun-loving nature. There’s a saying in German about people with whom you can make mischief that translates to, “you can steal horses with them.” That was GraceAnn, neither a snob nor a sycophant in a competitive field that has perhaps more than its share of both.

Finally, here is Patricia Rose’s recipe for Tres Leches cake. It’s wonderful!

If you want to take one of Patricia’s Mission mural tours, check out Precita Eyes Art Center.

Tres Leches Cake
 
Prep time
Cook time
Total time
 
A fabulous version of "three milks cake."
Author:
Recipe type: Dessert
Cuisine: Mexican
Serves: 1 cake
Ingredients
  • 6 large eggs, separated
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 can (14 ounces) sweetened condensed milk
  • 1 can evaporated milk
  • 1 cup whole milk
  • 1½ cups heavy cream, whipped
Method
  1. Preheat oven to 325 F.
  2. Butter a 9X13 baking dish.
  3. Beat egg yolks and sugar until light.
  4. Stir almond extract into yolk mixture.
  5. Beat egg whites to soft peaks.
  6. Fold whites into yolk mixture until just combined.
  7. Fold in flour -- do not over mix!
  8. Place evenly in pan and bake 20-25 minutes.
  9. Cool 20 minutes.
  10. Scrape skin off the top of the cake.
  11. Combine all the milks.
  12. Pour milk mixture evenly over the cake.
  13. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate.
  14. Can keep overnight or up to one day.
  15. Serve with whipped cream.