It is almost midnight, yesterday. I’m looking over my two attempts to put burdock root into words for you to read when you wake up with your coffee today. And I’m wondering if the thoughts on the page meander so much because I don’t have a history with this root.
Since my burdock memory reaches only back to here, let’s begin at the beginning. We’ll start with Sunday.
It was glorious. I took a walk down to the creek that cuts behind my in-laws’ house to practice with my camera and breathe fresh air. The sunlight was making mottled designs on the tree trunks, backlighting the moss, running downstream over the pebbles. I usually don’t worry about spring until it’s here, but even I could feel a touch of the fever. Sun, sun, sun.
So I was refreshed and ready for Tuesday night, when my husband and I attended a knife skills class here. It was a great luxury to spend two hours learning to mince, dice and julienne vegetables. Friends, I brought my camera and was wincing over all the lost shots. Soft piles of romaine lettuce in chiffonade. Plucky matchsticks of zucchini and carrot. A thin stream of olive oil catching the light on its way into a vinaigrette. But you’ll just have to imagine it. I had no time for photos.
Our instructor (Godlove‘er she’s good!) is particularly attentive to the julienne cut and now I can see why. Matchsticks. It’s time-consuming for a novice like me to try and cut a handful of identical little sticks. And my not-a-chef status was confirmed when I prepped the vegetables for today’s recipe.
Now I’ll take you back to 10:30 yesterday morning. I’m standing over a cutting board, gripping (now properly) one of our chef’s knives. I’ve just cut the burdock root into one-and-a-half-inch chunks (julienne = one-eighth by one-eighth by one-and-a-half!) and am laying them on the board, one by one, where I carefully slice and stack and slice again.
I’m getting there. But it will be awhile before I can cut like this.
I’m so glad for the time I put in though because the resulting side dish is pretty, as well as fragrant and nourishing. A lot of people give burdock root a bad review, but I’m a little enamored with this nutrient-rich root. It seems to take on the flavor of the dish. In Chie’s miso kabocha soup it tasted mild, soft and a little salty . In this dish, the sticks soak up the tamari and sesame oil and because of the saute, they’re crunchy, and even somewhat sweet.
Note: Let’s just stop saying we’re doing a “series” on mushrooms. The grower will be available sometime soon and when he is, we’ll cook with one or two more mushrooms. Can’t wait to bring you that delicious adventure!
Sesame Winter Vegetables (Kinpira gobo)
This is my version of a Japanese root dish, another comfort food I eat during
these cold months. Here in Olympia we are fortunate that Wobbly Cart Farming Collective
growsburdock root, to still be getting it in January! Who is responsible for this?
Kim Langston, rock star produce manager at the Westside Olympia Food Co-op,
who asked them to grow this blood cleanser of a root a couple of years ago.
1-2 medium root burdock roots (gobo), about 4 cups
2 medium carrots
3 T coconut oil
pinch of sea salt
1 small nub ginger, cut thin into golden threads
3 T tamari
3 T sesame oil
4 T sesame seeds, toasted and ground
red pepper powder (optional)
Scrub the Burdock root and carrots clean. Julienne the burdock and soak in a medium
bowl full of water to prevent from discoloration until ready to cook. Julienne the carrots.
Drain the burdock well. In a wok or medium sauté pan, heat the oil.
Saute the burdock until it starts to caramelize.
Cook another couple of minutes with the tamari. Take off the heat and finish with
sesame oil and sesame seeds.
Enjoy warm or at room temperature as a side dish.