Approximately one week ago I crawled into a hole, sad and alone. I vowed never to come out. I’d missed my flight to the Ancestral Health Symposium – and from that, one can’t recover. (Scroll to the end for **details. Because I know how much you care.)
Buuuut since the whole point of constantly running my mouth is to assault the ears of everyone around me (and the eyes of all those unfortunate folks who stumble upon my corner of the internet), I had to come out sometime. It’s virtually impossible to spew pseudo-science and give tips on how to be a horrible cook from a hole in the ground. So here I am. And I’m back with a vengeance.
Let me first tell you how difficult it was for me to title this post appropriately. So many Michael Scott-isms came to mind. So many juvenile jokes. Do you know how many screwball comedians would’ve had a field day with a post on Tongue?
Jokes aside, I ask you: What does this look like to you?
Shredded beef? Carnitas? Pork shoulder? No, my friend. This is tongue.
I’m reminded of the days I used to listen to read Ramona Quimby books on tape. In one chapter, Ramona and Beezus were duped into eating tongue. After a few bites of gristle, they refused to eat any more. They succeeded in turning me against tongue. (Ugh – so many suppressed jokes. So. Many.) But Ramona and Beezus were wrong. Tongue is delicious. It’s tender, savory, and easy. Beverly Cleary, you owe me a major apology.
Obviously, tongue doesn’t start out looking like a pile of savory shredded goodness. It starts out like this (reader, be warned. It looks like tongue):
Unfortunately, even my raw-foodie dog was a little skeeved out by the tongue. He went into hiding.
What I love about whole cuts, organ meats and tongue is that they actually look like what they are. Modern supermarkets lay out beautiful, boneless cuts of meat that look about eight stages removed from where they actually came from. If we’re eating it, we should be able to stomach – and appreciate – the fact that it came from an actual animal. An animal with a tongue, a brain, sentience, and – hopefully – one that lived a good life.
That’s not to say that I didn’t go to great lengths to ensure this tongue wasn’t infused with flavor. Bill and Hayley recommended I try the crock pot, and I will never cook tongue in any other way. 10 hours on Low and this little licker was as tender and delicious as it could be. I served it with cajun gravy, but it would be great with taco spices, or even just a shake of cumin.
Sick of my rambling? Here’s the recipe.
One beef tongue from a pastured cow (mine was obtained through Philly CowShare )
One yellow onion, cut into strings
Several cloves of garlic
One portion of Oxtail (for added flavor)
Splash of broth
2 Tbs. home-rendered lard or other cooking fat
Sautee the onions briefly in the cooking fat. Place the oxtail, garlic, onions and a splash of broth in the crock pot or slow cooker. I like to place the tongue on top of the oxtail, then top with the onion & garlic. Cook for 10 hours on Low.
When you remove the tongue from the crock pot, you’ll need to remove the outer layer. It peels off easily (see below). Once removed, the meat is easy to shred.
2 Tbs. home-rendered lard or other cooking fat1 yellow onion, finely chopped
2 carrots, finely chopped
1 green pepper, finely chopped
3 stalks celery, finely chopped
6 chopped tomatoes with juice or one 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes
1/4 cup green onion, chopped
handful of fresh flat-leaf parsley
Cajun spices to taste: Paprika, white pepper, cayenne pepper.
Cook the carrot and the onion, green pepper, & celery (the Cajun “holy trinity”) in cooking fat until soft. Add tomatoes, green onion, parsley and cajun spices. Allow to simmer for 20 minutes, then, if desired, use a hand blender to puree the gravy.
Serve on top of shredded tongue with a side of green beans. Enjoy!
**Appendix A: Travel Woes
Last week I became embroiled in some serious airport drama on the way to the AHS. I was supposed to spend the weekend learning – and more importantly, hangin’ out – with my favorite people in Paleo: Bill and Hayley , Nom Nom , FitBomb , and more. But I missed my 6AM flight to Los Angeles (I blame security, but deep down I think it was probably my fault); got bumped from 2 standby flights and had another flight delayed such that I’d miss the connecting flight.
Then I was told that since my initial flight was bought with points, I actually wasn’t allowed to fly standby, so I’d have to pay the difference in that day’s flight prices by purchasing a crap-ton of miles. HOWEVER, I could scrap the whole trip and receive a full refund on the miles I used to purchase the trip in the first place. (Yeah. Didn’t line up to me either.) By that point I was tired, cranky, and wanted to go home. So I did.
I missed the symposium, and that’s why. Stinks, but I’m thankful for the time I had to ponder the concept of Gratitude .