Buttermilk

Mr. Henry does not leave well enough alone. Even with well-established recipes, he tinkers.Ochurnx.jpg

Last month, to provide a colonial-era touch of sourness to cornbread, a Mr. Henry favorite that can easily become too sweet, he bought a quart of buttermilk. Later that week he poured a goodly portion of buttermilk into pancake batter. In both cases results were splendid. Buttermilk in baking always yields extra fluffiness. Indeed, when using buttermilk, because of its acidity you may decrease your baking powder.

But ultra-pasteurized buttermilk just lasts and lasts. Not wishing to simply throw away perfectly good buttermilk but eager to free up refrigerator space, from time to time he spirited a dollop of the antique sour and creamy liquid – a poor people’s leftover from the preparation of heavenly butter – into other menu items not born with buttermilk in mind.

To grated celery root remoulade made with an entire bunch of chopped dill he decided that a healthy splash of buttermilk might add an appropriate hint of creaminess without overpowering what in essence remains a light, crunchy, winter salad.

Without permission from Little Henry, master of the vinaigrette, he added a dollop there, too, a bright foil to an acidic Italian red wine vinegar. Flush with success, the next night he let the buttermilk dominate the salad dressing, butterchurn.jpgmasked slightly by a final addition of grated parmesan to the finished salad, and no one complained.

Tonight he plans a bolder stroke. Because chicken is such a boring bird, Mr. Henry invariably marinates it before cooking. What will happen to chicken steeped for hours in buttermilk? Mr.recipes-biscuits-buttermilk.jpg Henry recalls southern fried chicken from his youth that carried magical aromas possibly attributable to buttermilk, though tonight he will add curry to the marinade and bake it tandoori-style. And with chicken, without question he will make buttermilk biscuits.

Mr. Henry is thankful for the recurrence in New York of a first-class winter storm. Cold weather grants him special sanction to eat with wild abandon. Rules, after all, are meant to be broken.

3 Responses to “Buttermilk”

  1. aimlessjoys March 16, 2007 at 9:23 pm #

    A stroke of genius, the buttermilk with the red wine vinegar–I am sure it’s great. I also use buttermilk in Mimi’s fabulous chocolate cake recipe & of course it is wonderful in pancakes & cornbread fritters witha little chopped green chiles & some grains of frozen super sweet corn. Ummmmmmm. Ultrapasteurization is a marvel, isn’t it? I like the Bulgarian buttermilk. I remember being shocked & amazed at fat free buttermilk. WHAT is it? Congratulations on the winter storm. Of course you need to keep up your strength! Enjoyed your food thoughts.

  2. Signout March 17, 2007 at 8:25 am #

    Mr. Henry–
    Alas, some of the text in your first paragraph there is a little garbled. I think some unselective editing was accidentally done. Either that, or I am having my first schizophrenic break.
    Otherwise, thanks for the book recommendation–”A Stew or a Story” will probably go to several people on my gift list this year.

  3. Mr. Henry March 17, 2007 at 3:17 pm #

    Thank you aimlessjoys for your accolades, and thank you signout for bringing to the editor’s attention the sad fact that gremlins – Irish ones, no doubt – have been buggering up the works.