La lengua

Not only have I blogged beef tongue before, I did a decent job of it, too. That was seven years ago, I’ve since become allergic to beef, but my method of preparation has not changed a bit. I’ll throw in some commentary along the way, but here we go with beef tongue, baby:

One of these things is not like the other . . .

One of these things is not like the other . . .

Glorious beef tongue. Why is it that so many foods I despised as a child I now regard as delicacies? Tongue, chopped chicken liver, eggplant, pine nuts, cantaloupe: as a kid, these foods brought me to tears, but when I eat them now, I have happy memories of childhood. Where’s the logic in that?


Boiled Tongue

(Adapted from Julia Child and Simone Beck, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume II)

A tongue bought fresh from the market is already several days old. Don’t leave it around in the fridge for another few days — it won’t improve with age. Instead, scrub it under cold water and then soak it in cold water for two hours.

Next, cover with a thick layer of Kosher salt and wrap in plastic. Store in the refrigerator for two days, flipping it after day 1.

If your tongue weighs 3 to 4 pounds, you won’t need to soak it afterwards. Simply rinse off the salt and toss your tongue into a stock pot. Cover it with water — Julia recommends five inches over the tongue, but I think you’ll be fine if the water just barely covers it. Add a bouquet of herbs. Garlic and bay leaves are essential; add juniper berries if you want a corned beef flavor (but if you come over to my house, I won’t serve you that kind of tongue, nosirree). This last time, I used whole allspice, which worked well. I add celery, onion, and carrots to the stock pot as well. Quarter the onions and keep the skin on (similarly, for the garlic, just cut the bulb in half and throw the two halves into the stock pot).

This is where people mess up. They don’t cook it long enough, and they end up with a fibrous nightmare which, yes, licks you back when you eat it. Simmer it at least 3 hours, preferably 3.5 or 4. You ought to be able to easily pierce the base of the tongue with a knife.

Plunge the cooked tongue into ice water. Slit it down the side with a sharp knife or razor, and then peel the tongue the way you would pull an undersized glove off a very sweaty hand.

The end result should remind you of pot roast, but with far more richness. Well simmered tongue has a melt-in-your-mouth quality. If it’s chewy, you screwed the pooch and undercooked it. Too bad.

Classically, tongue is sliced thin and served on rye bread with stone ground mustard, red onion, and pickles, but I prefer soft tacos. For that, you need a quarter-inch dice of tongue meat. Quickly stir fry it over high heat (only to warm it — it’s already cooked) and serve over fried corn tortillas with a garnish of finely chopped white onion and cilantro. Top with salsa.

For our most recent tongue, I prepared a somewhat Indian tomato sauce in the following manner:

1. Saute one medium onion, finely diced, with one teaspoon finely chopped ginger and two finely chopped garlic cloves.

2. Add two 14 ounce cans of tomato sauce along with the following spices: 1/4 teaspoon fenugreek, 1/4 teaspoon cardamom, 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin, 1 tablespoon white sugar, and 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (or any hot red chile flake). For saltiness, I added about a tablespoon of fish sauce.

3. I also added one heaping teaspoon of roasted tahini paste as a thickener. I doubt this added much to the end result . . . perhaps a bit of complexity. Omit this if you like.

4. Simmer for about 30 minutes, then serve it over the sliced tongue.

Yum!

Eat anything fun lately?

D.

7 Comments

  1. Chris says:

    I have issues eating meat-things that look like what they were in real life (although I’m good with apples that look like apples, etc). And there’s no getting around the fact that tongue looks like a tongue. A really big tongue. I’ve been licked by cows before, and that’s NOT something I want in my mouth.

    On the other hand, if you served me tongue tacos and didn’t tell me what it was until I’d declared them delicious, I probably wouldn’t hate you 🙂

  2. Lucie says:

    No way could I eat that.

  3. Walnut says:

    It’s easy enough to disguise 🙂

  4. In soft taco form, it’s usually little cubes, nothing tongue-like at all. You’d never know the origin, though you’d probably suspect something was amiss.

    I have *not* eaten anything truly interesting or exotic lately, other than some exquisite fusili with a mildly-spicy, tomato-based ragout of rabbit, wild mushrooms, and smoked olives. OMG, that was incredible.

  5. Walnut says:

    I haven’t had rabbit in ages. True story: my best friend in junior high (who later got involved in the West LA gay scene circa 1981-1984 and then fell off the radar . . . not good) had a step-dad who “wanted to make men of us.” This meant watching him butcher rabbits with a hammer. Oh, yeah, I grew balls that day (not). Then of course we had to eat rabbit for dinner. The whole experience was miserable, and I’ve not been tempted by rabbit since.

    Lengua tacos, though, are one of the many things beef-allergic me misses.

  6. With… a… hammer? Jesus Christ. I keep teasing my family that I’m going to harvest some squirrels, but not with an everloving hammer…

  7. Walnut says:

    But the stepdad had his cool moments for all of that. Story I’ve told here before, I think: my friend and I got hold of a copy of Xaviera Hollander’s sequel to The Happy Hooker (Xaviera!, I believe it was called) and we were in his bedroom one day reading passages and laughing our butts off. My friend’s grandmother walks in on us. Good ol’ Southern Baptist or the equivalent. Starts reading it herself, starts screaming about the filth, starts calling EVERYONE on the phone. Finally, Bob’s stepdad came home and told the grandmother he’d “set us straight.” He gave us back the book and drove us to the movies. End of punishment.