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Here's a recipe written by dear friend and chef Arnold Tanzer. It's a spot-on example of how to write a recipe.
๐๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ
White asparagus arrives in the Netherlands with the strange dignity of visiting royalty and the emotional fragility of a peony. For six brief weeks the country loses its mind politely. Roadside farm stalls reopen.
Restaurants suddenly place vegetables in the centre of the plate as if they have discovered morality.
Entire villages perfume themselves with melted butter.
Then, almost immediately, it is over.
That is the nature of white asparagus. It emerges from sandy ground pale and tightly held, protected from sunlight entirely.
Handling it requires patience more than skill. The peeler moves downward in long careful strokes.
Fibres collect on the board like pencil shavings.
One missed strip and the stalk punishes you at the table later.
White asparagus remembers negligence.
The cooking water matters. Salt first. Then a teaspoon of sugar and a small splash of vinegar. A knob of butter. Not enough to taste individually โ only enough to steady the whole thing. The sugar rounds the bitterness at the edges. The vinegar sharpens the sweetness. Dutch cooking rarely announces its intelligence; it prefers understatement.
Nearby, potatoes simmer toward collapse.
Butter melts slowly in another pan until the water disappears and the milk solids begin drifting toward hazelnut territory. ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ. Butter pushed just beyond.
The asparagus arrives steaming, carrying the faint mineral smell of wet sand and warm fields. Potatoes beside it, splitting open at the edges. Ruffled shaved Ham softening from the residual heat. Egg scattered over everything, in yellow and white fragments that resemble spring light through curtains.
Then the butter โ hot enough to gloss the surface, to sink into the potatoes, to stain the plate in widening golden circles.
A plate assembled entirely from soft things.And perhaps that softness is the point.
Because the season ends almost as quickly as it begins โ traditionally on Saint Johnโs Day, June 24th โ when the fields are allowed to rest and the Dutch collectively agree that enough is enough. No stretching the season. No forcing abundance. The pleasure exists precisely because it leaves.
The meal is eaten quietly, almost always too quickly.
Outside, bicycles continue passing.
Inside, butter slips out of its heat.
๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐ช๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ & ๐๐จ๐ง๐ง๐๐ฅ
1.5 kg White asparagus.
800 g Nicola Potatoes.
200 g Shaved Ham.
4 Boiled Eggs, chopped.
Small handful Parsley, chopped.
Fresh Nutmeg.
250 g Butter.
1 knob Butter.
Salt.
1 tsp Sugar.
Splash White Wine Vinegar.
๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น the White Asparagus generously and trim the woody ends.
๐๐ป๐ณ๐๐๐ฒ the poaching liquid with the peelings and trimmings.
๐ฆ๐ถ๐บ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฟ salted water with the Sugar, White Wine Vinegar, and knob of Butter.
๐ฃ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต the White Asparagus gently for 8โ12 minutes. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ช๐ญ.
๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ the White Asparagus in the warm liquid until fully tender.
๐๐ผ๐ถ๐น the Potatoes until soft and collapsing at the edges.
๐ ๐ฒ๐น๐ the Butter slowly until lightly golden and faintly nutty. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ.
๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ the White Asparagus with the Potatoes, Shaved Ham, Boiled Eggs, and Parsley.
๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ Nutmeg over the Potatoes.
๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ผ๐ป over plenty of Butter.
๐๐ฎ๐ immediately while everything is still soft and warm.