I think I might have a girlcrush on Charlie Palmer, because his Practical Guide to the New American Kitchen can do no wrong. Every recipe I’ve tried has been delicious and the book is washable, so there’s that. Plus? Scallops wrapped in bacon, creamy paprika-spiked mascarpone* polenta and the most delicious roasted, wine-soaked red peppers the world has ever seen.
*Or, as they say on Top Chef, “marscapone.”
Or as my version of the recipe is called “giant motherfucking scallops wrapped in bacon.”
I know that today is technically First Thursday, and the theme is “Challenge Yourself.” I am also fully aware that there is nothing inherently challenging about a bacon-wrapped scallop. Allow me to explain the two ways in which this meal was challenging:
- Brian bought a Belgian beer that he thought would pair well with it and he normally hates Belgian beer because he is a foolish man who doesn’t like the Belgian “dirty sock funk” that makes their beers so good, so drinking the beer was a challenge for him.
- Not spending the bulk of my waking hours laying prostrate on the couch, tranquilized and crying into a scratchy IKEA pillow* is currently a challenge for me.
You may have noticed, some recent posts, like “Cheap Ass Monday: Cuddle Up With a Big Bowl of Cheerios” or “I’m Only Mostly Dead,” don’t live up to my usual high literary standards, and I totally missed my first blogaversary on January 3rd. This is due not to merely wanting to take an end of the year break, but because the Crazie that has been dogging me since early autumn continues to be a monkey on my back. A really big fucking monkey. With a club. And a gun.
Anyway, my moods have been cycling like Greg LeMond on the Alpe d’Huez** while my anxiety creeps slowly toward heart-exploding levels. I contemplated cooking something actually challenging, but the thought caused by blood pressure to rise to levels heretofore undocumented in living human beings. So the original plan – standing rib roast – was out. In? Scallops. Bacon. Polenta.
*Seriously, I knew it would be scratchy; why did I buy it? It’s not even that cute. Damn IKEA marketplace and all your inexpensive Scandinavian tchotchkes and tealights and flatware. And scratchy pillows.
**Readers who have been with me since this summer will know about my unnatural fascination with the Tour de France.
I feel calmer already.
Brian stopped by Whole Foods on the way home and asked the usually-useless fishmonger to pick out six large scallops of roughly the same size and weight, which she did with the skill of a usually-useless fishmonger. Once you wrap ’em in bacon and skewer them, though, appearances become much less important. They went into the fridge to wait while we dealt with the peppers and polenta.
If I’m being honest, I’ve always thought that Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections was totally overrated. Also I was unsure of the combo of flavors in this dish: the roasted peppers and fresh basil seemed odd with the bacony scallops, while the paprika seemed like it would overwhelm the polenta. But this is the Smackdown, so I follow directions.
Deep breaths, deep breaths. Not because I’m stressed, but because this is one of the best smells ever.
Charlie has you rub the outside of the pepper with vegetable oil before roasting, even though the skin will eventually peel off. I usually just roast peppers directly over the gas range, but Brian has been safety-conscious since he was three apples high, so he threw them under the broiler so as not to start a grease fire. Because a grease fire? Would totally help my stress level. (I still would have done them on the stove). Once roasted, we left them in a covered bowl to steam for a few minutes to make peeling easier, then Brian peeled, de-seeded, sliced them, sauteed them with some garlic I’d thinly sliced and put them in the warming drawer to await their final treatment.
I sliced that garlic really fricking thin and I will take this opportunity, once again, to say that I do not own a mandolin and I fucking rule.
Shitty picture of polenta cooking, collection of the artist.
While Brian dealt with the peppers, I started the polenta in chicken stock spiked with smoked paprika. Which, as we all know, turns everything it touches to gold. I took roughly eleventythousand pictures trying to get a shot with one of the big bubbles bursting on its surface. You can see the level of my success above.
NOW we’re talking.
Mascarpone. In the polenta. Enough said.
Scallops wrapped in bacon are my secret boyfriend.
It’s not a secret anymore, bitches! We heated up a thin film of veg oil in a smoking-hot cast iron skillet and put the scallops in, three minutes per side. I was a little doubtful that the bacon would cook all the way through in three minutes per side, but apparently bacon takes on magical quick-cooking properties when wrapped around shellfish.
You’ve probably noticed that I lump all ocean-dwelling creatures in the “fish” category, although they’re technically often shellfish. If you have a problem with that, take it up with someone else because I’m not going back to re-tag a year’s worth of posts.
The scallops seared beautifully, taking on a gorgeous brown sheen and leaving just enough crusty bits in the pan to make deglazing worthwhile. I fucking hate a pointless deglaze.
Seriously, HOW CAN PEPPERS BE SO GOOD?
The scallops came out and were tented, and Brian poured some white wine into the pan; the cast iron easily released all the scallopy and bacony wonderfulness left in the pan. The peppers and garlic went in, and the whole fragrant mess cooked until the wine was gone except for a slick glaze on the vegetables. Roughly torn basil went in at the last minute, barely wilting and releasing its wonderful aroma. I know, I know, this dish is totally out of season. Don’t worry, I spent a few seconds feeling guilty about it.
This is a thing you want to eat.
Okay, this isn’t my plate, this is the picture from the Charlie Palmer book. But check mine out, and then think about what a bad ass I am and how much better I am than you:
Aw, sookie sookie.
So maybe its not exactly the same; I don’t know how Charlie gets his polenta to be so creamy white when it’s full of paprika. Magic, probably. But everything else, come on – recognize greatness when you see it.
The thing I love about the dishes in this book is how they’re always so much greater than the sum of their parts. Don’t get me wrong, the parts were all good. But a bite with a bit of scallop, a bit of bacon, a bit of polenta, a bit of pepper – amazing. His ability to balance flavors, thus elevating them all, is unparalleled. At least among the 50-odd cookbooks I happen to own, but I’m sure we can safely extrapolate to the thousands of other cookbooks available for purchase and say he is the best. The sweet scallop and smoky bacon were lovely with the creamy yet slightly smokey polenta. The peppers brought yet another layer of sweet smokiness, but the acid in the wine and freshness of the barely-cooked basil brought just enough freshness to the dish to keep it from being too heavy to eat. The interplay of textures brought another dimension: creamy, crispy, chewy. In fact, I think I may have discovered a 6th flavor that exists beyond umami, which I will call “fucking deliciousness.”
The bottom line: If you are okay with taking advice from a crazy person, buy this book.
Lady, you make me laugh. I’m sorry things have been sucking and I hope they are improving for you. You did a fab job on this plate. It’s gorgeous. I’m sure it rocked as you so eloquently described it!
Thank you for the book reco– I didn’t even know this title existed (never seen it at the shops). All I see is his scary RAW book and the Kitchen Sessionses.
I love scallops and I love bacon. My love exponentially grows when they’re combined 🙂
I have never wanted to eat a scallop before in my life – but those look fantastic! Also, the phrase “Scandinavian tchotchkes” seems so very wrong, but amazingly accurate.
Mascarpone is indeed magic in polenta – particularly if you add caramelized onions and pancetta to the mix, but this is not supposed to be about my recipes. Bacon, mascarpone, I could almost forgive the scallops (which I’m sure are wonderful if you like scallops).
I have trouble trying to convince my own mother that it’s not pronounced “marscapone”. It’s an uphill batte.
Someone once pointed out that the first half of the word is supposed to rhyme with ‘NASCAR’…it is the only use I have for that organization
Heh…I remember when the Swedes first invaded America…we furnished our 2-bd apartment for about $700 initially
best wishes always…go kick that monkey’s butt!
Polenta with mascarpone, yes indeed, that’s a good idea.
Did you really mean to quote Dwight Yoakum up there with the sookie, sookie thing, or is that just me applying my obscure country music knowledge to a totally unrelated phrase?
I would like to eat that whole thing, please. Preferably without having to do the cooking part, though.
manggy, the RAW book scares me too, although i’ll probably end up getting it. but this one, i can’t recommend highly enough.
catherine, then i have done my job. although really, if you’re a normal warm-blooded human being you should like anything wrapped in bacon.
phillygirl, i’ll thank you not to mention nascar here again.
kristin, i don’t think i’ve ever in my life meant to quote dwight yoakum. it’s a phrase often used by a girl i knew in high school named letitia shaw, so unless you’re her it probably doesn’t make sense.
I hate that monkey of yours with a club. I don’t think any club should have let him join. Unless it was Fight Club. And we all know the first rule of Fight Club…
Yeah, I didn’t really think so. Dwight says it in one of his songs, though. Except . . . there’s really no context, so I have no idea what the fuck it means. To add to the confusion, farmers used to call their cows that way. By saying “sookie, sookie,” I mean.
I have officially exhausted a small aside in what was actually a post about delicious food. Go me.
Oh yes, “marscapone” (obviously a large bird found only on Mars) – a pet peeve of mine, along with “porfumo” – quoting Jeff Smith, the Fugal Goumet (and accused pederast), remember him? On and on and on about the “porfumo” – I’d be SCREAMING at the TV, “PROFUMO you asshole!!!!” but I guess he’s deaf or something because he obviously didn’t hear me. I may have too many pet peeves. Peeve means to the death, right? (oh, I hope I have a shrink on speed-dial!)
Your grand finale photo is much more appetizing than the book’s. It shows off the food better and the color makes it much sexier (in a food way). His just looks insipid. I’m thinking he forgot the paprika on that batch, right? Nobody is perfecct after all.
Except you. Because YOU – GOT – IT – RIGHT!
Fuck the Monkey (a slight re-write for Peter Gabriel).
PS: Oooh Rachel, polenta & mascarpone & pancetta & carmelized onions…sounds so good I could forget Jeff Smith entirely! I am making that tonight. Sorry Michelle, I just don’t do scallops.
and I will take this opportunity, once again, to say that I do not own a mandolin and I fucking rule.
Yeah ya do! Every time I julienne something I think of you, and that post where you did it all by hand and it took forever and it hurt but YOU FUCKING RULED!
Finally, a post I know I could go home and make, like, tonight. Nice one.
I learned many things in this post…but the most shocking is that Latitia Shaw quoted Dwight Yoakum. Really?
Clearly you and Charlie Palmer can out-scallop Jamie on TC.
With you totally on The Corrections, which makes me trust your recipe recommendations all the more.
Great. I already bought a cookbook today and now you’ve got me wanting another one. I love Aureole restaurant, so I’m a big fan of Charlie Palmer.
Oh sweet Jesus.
The polenta alone is giving me a boner.
anna, i have not been exposed to “porfumo” and thank god, because i canNOT afford to destroy another television by throwing a brick through it.
melissa, do it. and then make it every night from this night forward, because it is that fucking good.
catherine, jamie and her scallops can suck the left nut that i don’t even have. could we BE any more tired of her?
prettytasty, have i mentioned the book is waterproof, in addition to being awesome?
brittany, right? although seriously, the peppers were also to die for.
I haven’t bought the Charlie Palmer book (yet), so I muddled through this recipe using your post. IT WAS AWESOME. seriously, the peppers (yum!), polenta (wow) and scallops with bacon (need I saw more?)…very,very good. Thanks for the inspiration!
Miss, you have a foul mouth, which is to be commended. You’ve also got a way with scallops that makes me want to stand up and applaud loudly, maybe throwing a couple of ‘whoops’ in there too. Hell, I might even just go and cook that.
Yet more evidence to prove my theory that there is NO savoury dish (NOT ONE, ANYWHERE) that can’t be improved by the addition of bacon.
fucking genius. As always. I hope to the lord you dont ever give this up.