Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Grandpa Bill's Radish Sandwiches

I love butter. And I'm not afraid to admit it. Always have, always will.

In one of my earliest childhood memories, I'm on the kitchen counter of our old house on Ardussi street, and my mother suddenly appears and I freeze. My little toddler hands are glistening with melted fat, and probably my face too. A tiny handful of butter is melting on my tongue. I had used one of our barstools to climb up into the nook where our toaster sat, between the refrigerator, and a floor to ceiling cabinet. I knew exactly what I wanted, that little white tub, filled with what was probably margarine and littered with brown toast crumbs. It was the seventies and butter was the devil, but it didn't matter. The foundation was laid.

Fast-forward about 31 years. It's early May, 2010. I'm at the Good Food Store in Missoula, and a beautiful, paper-wrapped half pound of Italian "Butter of Parma" beckons me from the dairy case. My cart is already filled with the makings of a simple spring pasta: semolina fettuccine, fresh fava beans, asparagus, meyer lemon, parmesan reggiano, fresh basil and parsley. This was the kind of dish that celebrates a very brief moment in time, the first gifts of spring, their green flavors coming together in a harmony only Mother Nature is capable of creating. They must be treated simply, and very well, with only the finest accoutrements. This butter was my missing link.

I knew I shouldn't, scolded this time by my own inner voice, but I picked it up. The paper was smooth and cool against the block of hardened sweet cream. It was called DELITIA, Butter of Parma. A little sticker shouted from the package: "from the production of Parmigiano Reggiano": the one, the only true Parmesan cheese. It cost more than six dollars. I hesitated, then held the package to my nose, and a buttery perfume filled my head, synapses firing with recollections of very good bread from places like Tartine bakery, or the still warm breakfast rolls we ate during the months I lived in Berlin. I salivated, and placed it in my cart, unapologetic. This little package was a delicate treat, and I was going to savor it slowly, gratefully, along with the treasures of springtime. 

Our pasta that night was adorned in verdant green, the vegetable flavors brightened with the tart sweetness of meyer lemon. The fine and toothsome handmade fettucine noodles were sheathed in a light cloak of savory Parma Butter, which married happily with a sprinkling of it's sister cheese. I felt like the bubbling young Amy March in the movie version of Little Women, when at the Christmas table she exclaims, "Butter! Oh isn't butter divinity. Oh god thank you for this [meal]."

I only used two small knobs of butter that night, so I had another 7 or so ounces to contend with-- Nay! To celebrate with. I used a pat in this amazing and healthy Fresh Asparagus Soup, spiked with a touch of that delicious Parmigiano. I browned a bit for the buttermilk hollandaise we serve with our artichokes. I used it to coat the omelet pan a time or two. And then, spurred into family remembrances after my last Heirloom Rhubarb Coffee Cake post, I finally tried something that I have heard my mother talk about for years. Her father's radish sandwiches.

He made them in spring and summer, with crisp red radishes, fresh white bread, sweet cream butter, and a pinch of salt. I wonder if he knew that the French eat their radishes this way, with salt and butter? Whenever something prompts my mom to tell the story of her dad's radish sandwiches, her face lights up, and her eyes twinkle, because they were so good, and there was something magical that happened between the crisp white fire of the radishes and the sweet creaminess of the butter.  But also because she loved him so much, and whenever she talks about him, I can see that they were very good friends. Those radish sandwiches are a very sensory memory for her. To glimpse this edible artefact of her childhood, helps me to know her.

Grandpa Bill died before I really got to know him, but tasting this, seemed to help me know something more about him. Having finally tasted his radish sandwiches for myself, I can say it's true that they are more than the sum of their parts.That's the magic of family food. We feel kinship through flavor, texture, and style. We summon spirits with passed down wooden spoons. We raise the souls of our departed in the steam of our stock pots. Family food and recipes, like a simple radish sandwich, are far more than the sum of their parts.

Grandpa Bill's Radish Sandwiches

Simple eats like this take excellent ingredients, and the right balance of ingredients. Anyone can make this, but you may need to tinker to reach radish sandwich perfection.

Best fresh white bread you can find, sliced 1/4" thick
Beautiful fresh radishes, any kind, sliced 1/3" thick
Best quality sweet cream butter, brought to room temp for easier spreading
Kosher salt

Butter both slices of bread, adorn one of them with thick radish slices. Sprinkle lightly with kosher salt. Top with remaining slice of bread, and eat slowly on a warm, spring afternoon.


Anonymous said...

I loved this and I am going right home and make a radish sandwich.

Andrea @ Fork Fingers Chopsticks said...

I've never had a radish sandwich. In my family, we were more likely to eat it in a tortilla. Will give it a try. Great visual image of the butter with crumbs.

Lori Stott said...

Love your writing....and am going out to get some farm-fresh radishes right this very minute! xo

Lentil Breakdown said...

This was very lovely writing.

Food-G said...

Thank you for the words of encouragement guys : ) Glad you enjoyed.

Andrea, my other fave way to eat radishes is with a squeeze of lime juice and a sprinkle of salt. yummmm.

Kim at Rustic Garden Bistro said...

Radishes and butter?

Sign. Me. UP!

I also like 'em sprinkled with salt. [K]

Anonymous said...

OMG, I thought my mother was the only one (and now me) who made/ate radish sandwiches. They are the best! I need to find some radishes. :-)

Melissa Trottier said...

Small world...I was browsing the pictures on food gawker and though oh this sandwich looks interesting. Only to find out it was posted by Ginny! I'm Keegan's friend from Colorado, we met while I was visiting Keegan in Alaska about 4 years ago. Wow time goes so fast! Keegan sent me a link when you first started your blog, but I ended up losing it. So finding your blog again was such a pleasant surprise, I had to share. Love your writing by the way!

Food-G said...

So great to see such a big "bunch" of radish heads united! Hope you all enjoyed this simple but lovely combination.

Melissa! Hello! I will never forget our Summer Solstice camping trip with Keegan--brr that water was cold!! Great to see you on here. Glad you found me. Hope life is good in your neck of the woods-- you must be glad to have Kee close for a little while. I look forward to seeing you around the Food-G neighborhood : )

Kate said...

Can I tell you how much I LOVE YOU right now? I have an entire CSA bag full of radishes and had NO idea what to do with them! And also, I love butter. A lot. A whole lot.

Carol Egbert said...

I completely agree with you, radish sandwiches our amazing. It's hard to believe that such a simple combination can make such an astounding sandwich.

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