Pickled Pepper Recipe
I’d say a good 20 to 30 percent of my refrigerator space is given over to pickles. I love anything pickled—onions, cabbage, cauliflower, zucchini, and chile peppers. If it’s pickle-able, you’re likely to find a jar of it buried away in my far, deep recesses of my refrigerator. In fact, all of the above (and more) are in there right now, marinating as we speak. Or as I type, I should say.
Unfortunately that doesn’t leave much room for anything else, which is something I have to live with. I suppose I could start canning them, but then I’d have to find somewhere to put all those jars. But there’s no way I’m giving up a single pair of the thirty-two sets of shoes in my closet, or a single space on my groaning cookbook shelf, to give way to a place to store them.
I think I’m almost at risk of turning into one of those people who die, and afterward pictures of my apartment filled to-the-brim with stuff, appear on websites and daytime talk shows, to the horror of viewers from coast-to-coast.
As the camera scans, folks will be shocked to see everything from hundreds of pairs of orange socks (and Trippen shoes) to a closet-load of back-up oven handles to a stockpile of kimchi jars that would stun even the most jaded Korean grandmother. That’s my apartment, folks. You read it here first.
I don’t know where I got that “bunker” mentality. Perhaps from my own grandmother, who died and left behind a twenty-five year retrospective of plastic bags (meaning, basically, every plastic bag that ever crossed her path), a pantry of bulging food cans (yes grandma, I know you lived through the depression-but I don’t think stockpiling botulism is going to do anyone good if it happens again) and a set of the most gorgeous Lalique glasses that she got on her honeymoon in Paris, which she drank whiskey on-the-rocks from everyday for the rest of her life.
During her declining years, she finally got her house in Los Angeles air-conditioned, which she intimated cost a pretty-decent amount of money. Her last words about it to me were—“So you’re all gonna to get a little less when I’m gone. Well…too bad!“
But another thing that I remember about my grandmother is that she did love to eat and she enjoyed pickles as much as I do. When I was in the states recently, I brought back a few pounds of jalapeño peppers. You can get chile peppers at the Arab markets in Paris, but there’s something irreplaceable about having jalapeño peppers on hand to chop up and add to a batch of guacamole or serve alongside carnitas. Other chiles just aren’t really the same.
I was inspired by Michael Ruhlman’s pickled chilli recipe that was not only beautiful to behold (a worthy addition to my “collection”) but simple. I also liked reading his explanation of brining from his new book called Ratio: The Simple Codes Behind the Craft of Everyday Cooking, which breaks down all the kitchen basics into simple formulas, including brine, which you can adapt as you wish.
I’m adding it to my well-stocked cookbook bookshelf after it leaves my bedside table, as I love reading about the how’s and why’s of cooking and baking. Kinda like “normal” people make, say…fiction or biographies, their bedside reading.
Or keep their refrigerator stocked with things like milk, vegetables, eggs, and other necessities…instead of cramming it full of pickles. Which in my mind (and stomach) fits perfectly into that group.
Related Links and Recipes
The Unambiguous Chilli (Ruhlman.com)
Ratio: The Simple Codes Behind the Craft of Everyday Cooking (by Michael Ruhlman)
Chile, Chili or Chilli (About.com)
Petite Choucroute (Married With Dinner)
Chile Rellenos Bake (Kalyn’s Kitchen)
Zuni Café’s Zucchini Pickles (Wednesday Chef)
Quick Pickled Radishes (Cooking with Amy)
Persimmon Pickles (Rookie Cookery)
Tatiana’s Dill PIckles (Martha Stewart)
D.I.Y. Hot Sauce (Bitten)
Chile Verde (Simply Recipes)
Wahoo Escabeche (Matt Bites)