TNS: Shabu! Shabu!

BOILERPLATE: Have you heard? I’m a finalist in the 2009 Bloggies. Best-Kept Secret Blog! No shitting. I’ve added a new page to the site specifically to showcase my best work pander for votes. Four more days!

I know there are no exclamation points in the actual name of the dish, but I’m just so filled! With joy! And delicious flavor!

And from the unlikeliest of sources: Prince of Botox Rocco DiSpirito, the Cosimo di’Medici of frozen Bertoli pasta dinners. Did you know that before he became a corporate shill and reality television famewhore star, he was a really, really amazing chef? I mean, presumably he still is and just doesn’t want us to know it, unless the botulism has spread into the part of the body required for cheffing.  In which case, stick with the shilling! It’s really working for you!

Even though I know this, I still have lost most of the respect I once had for Rocco and probably wouldn’t have shelled out real cash for a Rocco cookbook had I not found it at a used bookstore for $3. But I did, so I now am the proud owner of DiSpirito’s Flavor.

Dueling banjo-herbs.

I wasn’t sure how insane I would be tonight – judging by this week’s change in meds, I should be starting to slide downhill tonight, hitting the nadir on Saturday when I will be SO FUN to be around – and it’s still frigid, so I wanted something quick and warming. I decided on Rocco’s beef Shabu Shabu.

In traditional Shabu Shabu, a Japanese dish, you swirl delicately cute little pieces of protein in boiling water or dashi and eat the cooked meat with a variety of flavorful dipping sauces; Shabu Shabu actually translates to something like “swish swish,” which, is that not the cutest thing? The Japanese always kick our asses at creating cute shit.

Rocco’s version is a soup, where a flavorful broth is poured over thin slices of beef tenderloin; the hot broth cooks the meat perfectly. It also calls for Thai basil, which I couldn’t find. Although I normally try to follow Thursday Night Smackdown recipes to the letter, I had to make some adjustments. So I bought regular basil (which I didn’t think would work) and cilantro (which I thought would work better with the flavor profile of the dish) and decided to make two pots of broth and pit them against one another.

Two broths enter! One broth leaves! Two broths enter! One broth leaves!

Welcome to the Thunderbroth, motherfuckers!*

Up until the last 5 seconds, the broths are identical: garlic and ginger are quickly sauteed, and then hoisin, tamari, orange marmalade, lime juice and chicken stock go in. Yes, chicken stock in a box. The pots simmered away while I sliced the beef.

The marmalade nearly caused a minor incident. I didn’t really expect the bodega I ran into to have any orange marmalade, let alone a variety; I only went there because I knew they would have fresh mung bean sprouts, and everyone needs a good mung bean supplier. Turns out they not only had multiple brands, but multiple sub-categories: bitter and sweet. This was more marmalade than I was equipped to deal with; Rocco had failed to specify a sub-category and I was thrown into a fugue-like state of indecision. I stood in the tiny bodega aisle, forcing several people, including people with small children in small strollers, to re-direct their bodega routes while giving me the stink-eye.

Eventually I just grabbed the bitter and thank god, because who knows how long I could have been standing there.

*I don’t even like that movie.

It was kinda hard not to just eat it.  Is that gross?  Yeah, I know, it’s a little gross.

In the recipe, it tells you to have your butcher slice some beef tenderloin paper-thin. I.e., a professional person with a VERY sharp knife or meat slicer made specifically for the purpose of thinly slicing meats should be responsible for this step.

Problem was, I already had a hunk of beef tenderloin in my freezer. I’d bought it for fancy Christmas brunch, but then ended up not using it because I didn’t like the shape of the cut (The butcher gave me the skinny end, which wouldn’t have given me 4 good thick steaks, and I was too much of a wuss to ask for the other end. Because contrary to what you might think, I am actually a shy, retiring wallflower in real life. Seriously. Why does no one believe me? I AM, GODDAMNIT.*).

Anyway, I wanted Christmas to be perfect, so I got a little anal about the shape of my filets, bought new steaks and stashed this chunk in the freezer.

*SERIOUSLY. This is also why I don’t answer the telephone.  Because who KNOWS who could be on the other end?  For the love of god, I’m thrown into shock by JAM.  Unfortunately, modern medicine has yet to develop an anti-psychotic or SSRI that helps with this problem.

I told you I should have just eaten the steak as is.

On one hand, it’s well-document that I have mad julienning skills. Unfortunately, it’s now also publicly documented that I have terrible slicing-half-frozen-filet mignon-paper-thin skills.

I know it looks kind of maybe okay, but that’s just because I arranged all the thinnest slices near one end of the plate and took a picture of that. I had a couple of really good slices, but mostly they looked like they’d been sliced by an old blind man with a hook for a hand.  Or for both hands.

Heading down the backstretch…

I layered the beef in two bowls. One got a few fresh basil leaves and the other some sprigs of cilantro; I had a picture that included both bowls but it had a shitty glare because I know less than nothing about food photography, so you only get to see the cilantro. If you need a moment to close your eyes and visualize the basil, go ahead now.

Okay, not too long. Eyes on me.

I tasted the simmering broths; Rocco is all about the balancing of sweet, sour, bitter and salty, and he’d given me leave to make any adjustments I felt necessary. I thought things could be a bit sweeter but not too sweet, so I added more orange marmalade.

A tale of two broths.

At the last moment, I brought the broths up to a rolling boil and added some more lime juice and the herbs, and the battle WAS ON.

ASIDE: I HATE my countertops. Other than the fact that you can put hot pots directly on them, they have no redeeming qualities.

End rant.

I’m sorry, Ibn al-Hayatham. *

You know what would have been really awesome? If I had actually paid 0.0001% of 1 percent of attention and not mixed up the broths: I poured the basil-infused broth over the meat with the cilantro, and the cilantro broth over the meat with the basil. Because I am smart like that. So along with poor paper-thin beef slicing skills, we’ve also now established that I have poor hypothesis-testing skills and am unable to properly employ the scientific method.

Luckily, the basil was pathetically weak and the cilantro was strong, so the basil had practically no effect in either one of the dishes. And Brian had an all-cilantro bowl, so we at least knew what that one tasted like.**

So Rocco has this thing where he likes forceful flavors that balance one another; he likes the flavors to initially start a rumble on your palate, and then suddenly coalesce into one harmonious delicious whole – kinda like what’s going on in a good Pad Thai. I’ve gotta hand it to the expressionless, taughtly-stretched motherfucker***: he achieved his goal completely. The broth was strong, fragrant with ginger, salty with tamari, bursting with fresh lime flavor, umami-ed with hoisin and gently perfumed with herbs. Poured over the filet, it quickly interacted with the cold beef and cooked it to a perfect medium/medium-rare. The strong broth and mild filet did exactly what the recipe predicted; at first you felt like you were eating too different dishes, when suddenly the pungency of the broth melded with the mild filet perfectly (you have to chew slowly).

The sad part? Knowing what a good, inventive chef he was makes the famewhoring even more pathetic.

*Key figure in developing the scientific method.  How pissed am I that I missed the online Jeopardy test this week?

**Really fucking good.

***On the cover of the book, which was published in 2003, he is (1) able to smile and (2) has crow’s feet. So we know that at some point in the not-too-distant past, he was a normal human.

Beef bits, mangled by Cap’n Hook-hand.

There was a good-size chunk of tenderloin left over (the original piece was about a pound and a quarter), which I wrapped and put in the fridge for a decadent weekend brunch. But there were also a lot of errant bits left over. And what else can you do with them when you have this looking at you?:

Look at that punim, you would totally hook him up with leftover filet bits.*

NOTE: Next Thursday is First Thursday!  Start planning!

*Yes, that low-hanging mirror is for the dogs.  They’re very vain.

0 thoughts on “TNS: Shabu! Shabu!

  1. I share your outlook on Rocco. I live in New Orleans, where the Top Chef season finale was recently filmed. My best friend and I openly (and a tiny bit shamefully) admit that we are addicted to the show, and we were surprisingly two of only five people staked out attempting to catch snippets. Anyhow, Rocco was standing outside on a second-floor balcony talking on his Bluetooth, but when he got a break to talk to us, he was friendly. It’s a shame, though, what famewhoring can do to people.
    P.S. I also caught a glimpse of Fabio. Spoiler?! Perhaps.

  2. Epicurious sent out a recipe the other day for a beef roast with caramelized onions, braised in beer, that I immediately thought would be wonderful to skip the roast stage and go straight to beef tips. I may have to try that. But I bet my beef tips don’t come up to those.

  3. I have already established (on my site) that I am something of a Crazy Dog Lady. So you’ll have to forgive me if I totally ignore your delicious-looking food in favor of fawning over your delicious-looking puppy. The big eyes! The floppy ears! I JUST WANT TO HUG IT!

    Sorry. I’m done now.

  4. so, how does the Shabu Shabu differ from Pho?

    can you get a hold of Culantro there? you should be able to in any decent Dominican/Cuban/Puerto Rican market (Its also known as Recao or Recaito). Looks like a long sawtoothed leaf–tastes just like cilantro, but with more depth. I’ve stopped using cilantro for anything other than raw sprinklings, salsas, and salads. The Culantro holds up amazingly well in cooking,doesnt disintegrate, and actually imparts significant flavor– and lasts longer in the fridge. Pho places around here actually use it on their condiment plate. if you havent…try it.

  5. I miss the full feed! It’s harder for me to read at work, forcing me to do work, which is something none of us really want to do, right?

    P.S. I voted for you in the bloggies and love your blog, just hadn’t gotten around to commenting til now. Your dog is adorable.

  6. remy, yeah, when i read the intro to his book i thought “this is a man who knows and loves food.” and now look at ‘im.

    i don’t feel spoiled, b/c (1) i don’t want to feel spoiled and (2) sometimes they bring eliminated contestants back as sous for the finale, so you never know and (3) they could have brought everyone in from the sequester house to throw you off the trail.

    kerry, now you’re really killing me. you know your last name starts with an “r,” yes?

    tell tucker and floyd that their yankee cousins say hello.

    kay, like a carbonnade? i’ve never made one, but i bet it would be really f’ing good. go for it. beef, onions, beer – it’s a win-win-win.

    kristin, i cannot blame you; he is painfully cute. he’s a golden/chow mix we rescued about 5 years ago, named chester.

    mr. roboto, because of your handle, which i can never remember and always makes me think of a robot, i’m just going to start calling you mr. roboto.

    anyway, the difference: pho is meat and noodles, which this doesn’t have at all, and is served with tons of condiments on the side so you can dress up your own bowl. relative to pho, this is a simple one-pot affair. it’s kind of like the bastard child of pho and shabu.

    shannon, yeah, i was torn about the feed thing. i kinda wanted to get more people to come and join the conversations. but if enough people get ornery about it, i’ll switch it back to a full feed.

  7. I am ornery about the lack of a full feed.

    I love your blog though, and I voted for you in the Bloggies so I hope that makes my orneriness (??) a little better.

  8. Being a douchebag and having plastic surgery doesn’t always mean you can’t cook. I’ve heard people say nice things about Rocco’s food, even if they can’t stand him as a person.

    The problem with Thai basil is that while my favorite nursey refused to supply me with a cilantro plant (well, they didn’t refuse, but when I was plant shopping last spring, there was no cilantro to be had and I’m apparently as shy as you are when it comes to demanding they carry some), but had tons of Thai basil plants. I was afraid of having more Thai basil than I could actually use because I don’t have all that many recipes that call for Thai basil. I didn’t buy it and bought an apricot hyssop plant that I used ONCE (and if it hadn’t been for the Sticky Gooey Creamy Chewey Blogaversary event, I might not have used it at all). I should have bought the Thai Basil plant.

    Very tasty smackdown all around. Your meat doesn’t look nearly as bad as you thin it does. (Something you shouldn’t say to someone male).

    Oh, and I don’t believe that whole “shy” thing.

  9. Well, I for one will use the new feed format to come and play with y’all more often, since I tend to be shy about such things and occasionally need to be forced.

    And yes, I realize there are about a dozen dirty jokes to be made about that statement.

    Anyway, this sounds tasty. We do the shabu shabu thing occasionally with our fondue pot, but making it into a soup sounds like an easy alternative.

    As an aside, am I the only one that thinks hoisin sauce has a strangely gamey undertaste?

  10. erin and ben, your ire is duly noted.

    rachel, i bet he’s still an awesome cook. he just doesn’t seem to want us to know it.

    i’m definitely going to try and grow thail basil next summer. i did the same thing – “how often will i use that?” – and then every other recipe i look at calls for it. d’oh.

    erica, yay! don’t worry, we are gentle in our rowdiness. mostly.

    we’ve decided that this version of shabu is going into regular rotation – it’s so fast, warming and filling, and if you don’t use filet mignon, cheap (although you don’t need that much filet per person, so it’s still not that bad, relatively speaking).

    re: hoisin, i think it depends on the brand. i forget the name of the one i like, but it tends to the sweeter side.

  11. This looks delicious. I love shabu shabu and have a special shabu shabu hot pot, but sadly have never used it. This recipe is inspiring me to find it in my closet!

  12. vera, i will call you whatever you want me to call you…just not the robot name.

    kate, you can make this one. it’s not real shabu. it’s like fauxbu fauxbu. just soup, and everything’s done in under 30 minutes

    widraz, do it! or just make it as a soup, like this, which seems much easier (although doing it the real way would make for a fun dinner party).

  13. Hilarious post, delicious food that I can’t wait to make. I think Rocco’s pretty cute myself (also love Fabio), and there’s nothing wrong with a little Botox. Don’t ask me how I know that. Your dog is perfectly adorable too.
    Good luck – I voted for you!

  14. I was thinking this was more like Pho without the noodles than ShabuShabu really, but it does look awesome. The broths sound really really really good, I love cilantro…
    I have a shabushabu pot too, $20 at the Jmart beats $40/person any day. I think I have a shabu post somewhere on my blog..

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