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April 30, 2007

Amagansett Eats

BACK OF THE HOUSE

AMAGANSETT IS PASSIONATE ABOUT FOOD IN ALL ITS GUISES.

It's not the end, but it's worth the trip.

By Geraldine Pluenneke

AMAGANSETT—Amagansett is a village of comfort food. There’s both mac and cheese comfort, and comfort transplanted from southern India, from the pastry kitchens of starred restaurants in Manhattan and France and from Oaxaca and Veracruz in Mexico.
It’s a place to seize a bench or chair or picnic table in the square to savor your take-out, which all restaurants offer, and fall into the lazy rhythms of spring and summer. Even on a stormy day, eating comfort food in your car with the ocean and sky spread before you at the foot of Indian Wells Road or Atlantic Avenue becomes an event.

Almost all eateries came into being because their chef or owners deeply loved a particular cuisine and felt an intense draw to life bordered by farmland on one side, the Atlantic on the other, and to the values of the year-round East End. Seasonings are sophisticated, authentic. A respect for good fish, local wines, fresh, local ingredients, organic when possible, shines through. Yet driving down Main Street early in the morning there’s little indication that Amagansett, lined by small shops and New England-styled Amagansett Square, offers some of the best eating in the South Fork.
You might begin to suspect something if you catch sight of the magnificent white Alaskan husky sitting, muscles tensed, by the door of Mary’s Marvelous! and hear him let out one lone, rumbling bark when the wait for his daily treat becomes unbearable. Buck’s reward (anyone’s if they’re smart) is a muffin-shaped frittata, a tender egg soufflé made of fresh, seasonal vegetables lightly sautéed with garlic then baked, $2.50. “Mary is the best thing that ever happened to Amagansett,” says George Poly-chronopoulos, for 31 years chef-owner of Gordon’s a few doors east, who runs a pretty mean kitchen himself.
Mary Schoenlein has taken casual to the level she learned working in Manhattan’s three-star Gotham Bar and Grill, and a two-star spot in Versailles outside Paris. After sampling one of Mary’s newest creations, a soufflé of peanut butter sandwiched between crispy oatmeal peanut-butter cookies, one of Mon-tauk’s best bakers gasped, “Oh. My. God. This is the best cookie I’ve ever tasted in my life! It dissolves in your mouth.”
Perhaps you’ll buy a dosa from the Hampton Chutney Company’s small shop tucked back on Amagansett Square. These sound interesting when you hear they’re crisp, paper-thin lentil crepes filled with such choices as potato masala or chicken curry. Bite into one. You’re addicted. “Dosa means silk,” says chef Gary MacGurn, co-owner with his wife, Isabel, whom he met while cooking for 12 years in South India at a Siddah Meditation yoga ashram. “The flavors are a wonderful dance of salty, sweet, hot, pungent and sour. When the dance is done correctly it can include chilis, ginger, garlic, dates, coconut, and lemon and lime juice.” The dance has proven so successful for the MacGurns that they now operate two branches in Manhattan.

LA FONDITA
As you enter town you’ll pass a sign for La Fondita’s Mexican food. Most gringos speed by thinking, “Taco Bell, theme-ethnic.” That’s a mistake. When Mark Smith, the late Jeff Salaway, and chef Joe Realmuto, the powers behind a half dozen eateries including East Hampton’s Nick and Toni’s and the soon-to-open Townline BBQ in Sagaponack, wanted an East End spot to indulge their personal love of regional Mexican food, the trio swung through Mexico, focusing on street food at fondas—the omnipresent street stalls—in Oaxaca and Veracruz. La Fondita opened spring 2001.
Rotating daily specials include a vibrant seafood marisco, a ceviche of seafood, tomatoes, onions, cilantro and sense of Veracruz, a perfect take-out hors d’oeuvre. Others include barbacoa de res, beef ribs marinated in chili and steamed till the meat falls off the bones, lamb steamed in banana leaves, and chicken flautas. The street-food menu includes tamales, nachos, fish tacos with chipotle mayo, tortilla and pozole soups, and six brands of Mexican beer. Desserts include Mexican wedding cookies from the ovens of Nick and Toni’s pastry chef, Molly Harding.
You relax at outside, shaded tables next to a pond. Everything from chef Juan Geronimo, of Acapulco, Mexico, is made from scratch. A flyer Scotch-taped to the bar advertises “English as a Second Language,” for La Fondita is a magnet for East End Latinos. (74 Montauk Hwy., 267-8800. Open Weds–Sun, 11:30 a.m.–8 p.m.; Fri.–Sat., until 9 p.m. Open daily, later.)

MEETING HOUSE
“The food is good, and it’s kid-friendly!” Indeed, you’ll usually find several families with children (somehow coexisting in close proximity to a lively bar scene) undoubtedly eating macaroni and cheese, but the cheese is Gruyère, at this pretty, year-old restaurant overlooking Amagansett Square. It is owned by Randy and Lara Lerner who run the Amagansett Applied Arts school in a nearby red barn.
Chef Tim Bando calls it “American-Mediterranean comfort food.” Coming from the Midwest, Bando is reveling in the freshness of Amagansett’s striped bass, fluke, sea scallops. Recently he paired tile fish with arugula and toasted pasta, wild salmon with a delicious beet salad, pan-roasted striped bass with wild mushroom farro, and broccoli rabe. Bando hopes to grow organic produce this summer for the restaurant on Lerner farm acreage. (Reservations only for 8 or more. 4 Amagansett Square Dr., 267-2764. Open Sun–Thurs, 5–10 p.m.; Fri–Sat, until 11 p.m.)

ESTIA CANTINA
When Colin’s Ambrose’s old Estia came on the market several years ago, the chief chef who had cooked there for 13 years, Ruben Bravo, persuaded actor-bartender John Beuscher to seize the moment. And so Estia Cantina came into being. Bravo, who has a 400-acre ranch, Pansacola, in his native Guanajuato State in Mexico, says his flavors are regional mothers’ comfort cooking. On more than one occasion he has picked up the phone to check in with mom for fine-tuning. He has added interesting, lighter interpretations to some cantina standards. “And why not?” he grins with the assurance of someone comfortably in command of his kitchen. Spinach-mushroom stuffed enchiladas were delicious recently.
You can breakfast and lunch north or south of the border—from omelets to burritos and tamales. Its self-described gourmet Mexican comes across more firmly at dinner. Dishes like roast lamb touched with a chipotle pepper sauce, flounder Pansacola sautéed with poblano peppers, round out traditional specialties. The restaurant’s list of tequilas grows by the month, currently numbering 135, priced from $8 to $60 a glass for Gran Patron Platinum.
The adjoining bar space morphs into a shadowy, bohemian haunt on Friday and Saturday (and sometimes Thursday) nights as Estia Cantina hosts impressive jazz performers from New York City and beyond, taped live for the local jazz and eclectic music station, WLIU. This room fills up, so make a reservation. Or eat in the main dining room and hear the jazz filter in. (177 Main St., 267-6320. Daily, except Tues, 8 a.m.–4 p.m., dinner 5–10 p.m.; Fri–Sat, until 11 p.m.)

THE FISH FARM
Insiders treasure the Fish Farm, more formally known as MultiAquaculture System, where on a warm evening you can picnic at battered tables on a bluff overlooking Napeague Bay. “Oh, it’s Key lime pie,” one after another sighs. The pie has no whipped cream, meringue or other distractions. Marie McEnery, owner of the farm with her husband, Bob Valente (both PhDs in marine microbiology), believes it is hours-old, organic eggs from their own chickens that lift the pie’s flavor to exceptional.
The Fish Farm may be the funkiest-looking business on Long Island. You approach down a bumpy dirt road, past two vast, rusted metal buildings, the last remnants of the Menhaden fishing industry that dominated the South Fork in the early 1900s. It is now used for East Hampton Town storage. You pass low 1930s wooden buildings with peeling paint. On your left are huge holding tanks for fish. You turn right into the shop. You hardly expect to see tins of Mariage Frère tea, one of France’s finest, Provençal pottery, and, sitting above a counter filled with a wealth of raw fish, the most impressive gourmet touch, a jar of preserved Meyer lemons. Menu selections vary with what’s freshest: scallops with thin shavings of preserved lemons, lobster pot pie, coconut squid, striped bass terrine, hot dogs for children, grilled swordfish, seafood stew, steamed seafood platters, oysters and mussels. (429 Cranberry Hole Rd., 267-3341. Daily from 10 a.m.–5 p.m.; later in the season, 9 a.m.–8 p.m.)

MARY’S MARVELOUS
Many East Enders first tasted Mary Schoenlein’s cooking when she was chef for three years at Red Horse Market, or sampled her granola that until recently had three-state distribution. Now she’s limiting its sale to a few local shops to make time to focus on her spiced pecans and almonds. They are the least innocent nuts on the market—a good hostess gift.
The shop is open for breakfast and lunch daily (closed Wednesdays). There are sandwiches that can be heated on a panini grill, excellent soups (always one vegetarian), scones, muffins, salads such as translucent, vegetable-studded millet, spinach pie, roasted vegetables and always a natural chicken dish, sometimes sake-marinated. Meatloaf unerringly measures any kitchen. Mary sautés shitake mushrooms, onions, garlic and parsley for her turkey version. “Ummm,” said one diner recently, “On a scale of 1 to 10, about a 15.” (207 Main Street, 267-8796. Daily 7 a.m.–3:30 p.m. Until 5 p.m. on Sat. Closed Weds.)

HAMPTON CHUTNEY COMPANY
Soft, pleasant Indian music in the background creates the feel of an ashram as you study the menu board. There are over a dozen different fillings for dosas, a half-dozen chutneys from cilantro to mango, uttapams—the same fillings, but favored by children because they resemble pizzas—sandwiches, provocatively spicy soups, an Indian vegetable plate of the day, which includes naan, iced chai, cardamom coffee, and mango lassis of yogurt, fresh mangoes and sugar.
Recently, the MacGurns catered lunch including uttapams for 120 children in the Amagansett grade school, an invitation that evolved after Gary invited his son’s eight classmates to cook in his kitchen and taste the food. Palates used to McDonalds, fries and other salty, high-fat foods, are now arriving by twos and threes to order dosas, or are dragging parents in. “For them to experience something like this is huge,” says MacGurn. (Amagansett Square, 267-3131. Daily except Tuesday, 10 a.m.–7 p.m., 8 p.m. in season.)

GORDON’S
Fans of Gordon’s swear it has the best Long Island duck on the South Fork, delectable fish and one of the best meal deals around. That’s very possible. Back in the 1960s, when it opened, and even later, Gordon’s was jacket-and-tie formal. Now it’s casual and inviting, its fish lightly cooked, and lightly sauced—perhaps reduced veal stock, butter, lemon juice and wine. Swordfish steak is broiled and then baked. In buying Gordon’s in 1976, George Polychronopoulos, who had been captain of the waiters at the Stork Club, fulfilled a dream of serving good food exactly the way he wanted to cook it.
Servings are huge. Sunday through Thursdays the prix fixe is $28, and Friday $34, which easily serves two for a $5 surcharge. Saturdays are à la carte. Reservations suggested. (231 Main St., 267-3010. Daily, except Monday, 5:30–10 p.m.)

April 25, 2007

Pea and Oyster Soup


The spring issue of Edible East End hits the streets next week with stories on the evolving seafood shop, 30 years of Long Island wine, and Greenport's working water, not to mention oysters and peas. Here's a little preview.

PEA SOUP WITH OYSTERS AND PERNOD
adapted from The New York Times

6 c. frozen petit pois (tiny peas)
1 bunch watercress, trimmed to 2 to 3 inches long
4 T. olive oil
Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
2 T. lemon juice
4 to 6 T. Pernod
16 oz. shucked oysters and liquor.

1. In a pot, bring enough water to a boil to cover peas. Add peas, and return to a boil. Turn off heat, and add watercress. Cover, and allow to sit for 5 minutes. Drain, reserving liquid.
2. Add half the peas to a food processor with 2 T. olive oil, and process until puréed but still with bits in it. Spoon into a bowl, and set aside. Repeat with the remaining peas and oil.
3. In a pan, combine puréed peas and 2 c. pea cooking water. Season with salt and pepper; add lemon juice and 3–5 T. Pernod. If desired, refrigerate.
4. To serve, drain oysters, and add to soup with 1/4 c. oyster liquor. Place soup over medium heat, and cook until edges begin to bubble and liquid is hot and oysters have plumped a little, a couple of minutes. Do not boil. Stir in remaining Pernod; adjust seasonings, and serve. Yields 7 cups.

April 16, 2007

May and June Events

Check back for regular updates on food- and wine-related events.

MAY AND JUNE EVENTS

May 19. The annual small canvases show opens the season at the Silas Marder Gallery. (120 Snake Hollow Rd., Bridgehampton, 702-2306, Silas Marder Gallery.)

May 21, 6:30 p.m.
Slow Food Market Dinner, The North Fork Table & Inn. Enjoy hors d'ouvres, four savory courses, dessert, chocolate petit-fours, and wine pairings. $175 per person includes tax and gratuity. A portion goes to support the East End Convivium of Slow Food. Reservations recommended. (765-0177, 57225 Main Road, Southold.)

June 9, 4-6 p.m.
A TASTE OF SUMMER
Graze on the freshest flavors from our local vintners, farmers and bakers, including Bedell Cellars, The Lenz Winery, Lieb Family Cellars, Paumanok Vineyards, Scarola and Wolffer Estates. Participating farms and bakeries include The Blue Duck Bakery, Catapano Dairy Farm, The Garden of Eve, Sang Lee Farms, A Taste of the North Fork, and East Hampton Community Organic (EECO) Farm. Presented by the Stony Brook University Center for Wine, Food, and Culture at Southampton College. ($25 per person. Register at Stony Brook Wine Center, 632-9404.)

June 9 and 10
SHOOTING THE LANDSCAPE
This year’s Landscape Pleasures program, the Parrish Art Museum’s annual event on gardening, turns its focus to “Photography and the Garden.” The Saturday symposium will include Bridgehampton landscape designer, author and photographer, Wendy Chamberlin, discussing the year she spent photographing four farm families through the seasons; landscape historian Leslie Rose Close will discuss how garden photography has evolved; garden writer Ken Druse on his favorite plants; a sampling of Erica Lennard’s photographs of gardens around the world; and a discussion of Joel Meyerowitz’s project to document 50 New York City parks in pictures. A benefit cocktail party will be held Saturday night. And, on Sunday, attendees take a self-guided tour of the East End’s most unique and magnificent gardens. Tickets are $125 for museum members and $175 for non-members. For information, call 283-2118 x. 41. Tickets can be purchased at parrishart.org.)


JAMS, PIES AND ENERGIZING DIETS IN EAST HAMPTON
The Ross School’s spring offerings include the following classes. Find more information at ross.org or by calling 907-555.

Farm to Table: Salads & Sauces
Lauren Jarrett
EECO Farm’s early season greens and herbs will be the basis for an evening of cooking with local, seasonal produce and seafood.
June 6, 6-9 p.m., $85

Jamming: Strawberries!
Joan Bernstein
Learn from a local “preservationist” who makes jams, jellies, fruit butters, relishes, and marmalades from local produce using historic family recipes.
June 20, 6-8:30 p.m., $40

Farm to Table: Local Pie
Local early season fruit will be the basis for an evening of pie making, from scratch.
June 27, 6-9 p.m., $85

Nutrition Series
An 8-week series on reclaiming your health through food therapy, lifestyle counseling and innovative, fun cooking. Topics include shedding the winter blues, bone strengthening and flexibility foods, healthy and tasty party foods, and brain healthy fats.
Eight Mondays starting April 30, 6:30-8 p.m. $20 per class or $144 for the series.


WINE EVENTS

Palmer Vineyards
From a torilla making demo on Cinco de Mayo to a wine tasting on Mothers Day and live music every weekend in June, Palmer Vineyards holds events every weekend in May and June. Check palmervineyards.com or call 722-9463 for information. (108 Sound Avenue, Aquebogue.)

Winemaker’s Walks at Castello di Borghese
A guided tour of the winery and production facility and wine tasting at Castello di Borghese Vineyard & Winery. May 5, 12, 19, 20, 26, and June 23, 1 p.m. $15 per person. Please call to make reservations 734-5111.
Wine Camp. From the vine to the wine in the bottle, a four-day immersion in grape growing, winemaking and wine tasting taught by winemakers. Enjoy three nights at a North Fork B&B as well as exquisite meals between classes. ($749 per person, 495-9744 or winecamp.org.)
Thursday-Sunday, May 17-20
Monday-Thursday, June 25-28
Monday-Thursday, July 23-26


SEEDLINGS, GARDENING AND FOREST ECOLOGY
WITH THE PECONIC LAND TRUST
(283.3195 x. 10 or events@peconiclandtrust.org.)

May 12, 2–4 p.m. Gardening talk with Master Gardener Nancy Gilbert at Winds Way, Jamesport
May 19, 10 a.m. Transplanting seedlings at Quail Hill Farm with Scott Chaskey.
May 23, 7–11 p.m. Junior Committee Pre-Summer Cocktail Party, The Xchange, 640 West 28th Street, 9th Floor, New York City. Tickets $150 each.
June 2, 10 a.m. Forest Ecology Hike with John Turner in honor of National Trails Day. Meet at Quail Hill Farm.
July 6, 5-7 p.m. Plein Air Peconic Exhibit and Artists Reception at Riverhead Library. Exhibit open from July 3 through July 29.

April 11, 2007

Ode To Peas

Peas don’t get much respect. Last spring, when I received my five-pound bag from Johnny’s Selected Seeds filled with wrinkled nuggets labeled “Sugar Ann, Snap Peas,” I was unimpressed, but excited to get something in the thawed ground. I planted about half the garden in peas, and almost instantly began to regret it. The weather warmed. The days lengthened. And the massive pea plants just seemed to be taking up space. I was poised to rip them out. But then, as if they sensed my disdain, they began pumping out a seemingly endless supply of juicy, viridian treats that sustained my wife and me for weeks, with plenty left to give to friends, family, and neighbors, and to stock our freezer with purees and blanched peas.

These horticultural Rodney Dangerfields (Remember they were the model for Mendel’s study of genetics.)—are truly the workhorse of the garden. “We always had peas in the garden,” said Richard Hendrickson, a farmer, weather observer, and historian in Bridgehampton. “They were very, very important as the first spring vegetable, and I say they were super good. There is nothing closer to a farmer’s housewife than good fresh garden peas. And they tasted the best after a long, dry winter of nothing more than pancakes, salt pork, and bacon.”

Packed with protein, vitamins A, B, C, and zinc, Pisum sativum has been a staple food since ancient times. Until fairly recently, people dried peas before eating them, grinding them into pea porridge in Europe and pea dal in India. According to the Oxford Companion to Food, “a sudden vogue for eating immature peas fresh, which was a novel procedure,” peaked at the end of the 17th century. Parisian ladies nibbled a few small peas (petits pois) as a digestive before bed. Snap peas and their flatter, broader cousins, snow peas, are the most popular types. Their entire pod, as well as the peas within, can be eaten. (The French called them mange-tout for this reason.) Shelling peas are prized for the well-formed, sweet peas within and the shell is discarded.

Timing seems to be everything. Peas that stay on the vine too long trade their milky sweetness for a grassy blandness, and peas begin to convert the sugar in their pods to starch within a couple of hours of picking. Plan to eat or cook them shortly after leaving the garden or farmstand.

Perhaps their biggest selling point is versatility. Some chefs chop them up in salads. Others stir-fry the tender shoots. Kids eat them raw as a snack. Fans of 1950s Americana might enjoy tuna noodle casserole with peas. “By the end of the season, you get tired of it and you start to try using them in every way—soups, stir-fries, salads,” said Hiroyuki Hamada of Springs as he cradled and munched a pea from his garden. “By that time I can’t wait to get rid of them.”

April 4, 2007

From Good Land - Getting Goosed



RIVERHEAD—One thing you don’t expect on your first East End hunting trip is that your pen will freeze. Or, once you thaw it by keep-ing it close to your body core, that the pages of your notepad will become shellacked with a thin coat of ice. I was sitting shoulder to shoulder with the publisher of this maga-zine and several other hunters in a grave-like pit dug into a cornfield, having been invited on a Thanksgiving-week goose hunt. The ply-wood walls nurtured assorted shades of mildew. A faint metallic smell could have been from the gun oil, used shells and assorted tools that littered the floor and were stuffed into crevices. Or it could have been related to the stain created when a shot goose dive-bombed into the bunker and shattered on the back wall.

For hours, we sat and scanned the sky for signs of geese. There were two head-shaped observation holes cut into the roof of the pit, mounted on barn-door sliders with a cord to quickly pull it back in the event that geese flew near. One of the hunters diligently blew into a goose caller whenever a formation of black specks appeared on the horizon. Another hunter would wave a black, flag-like device that sim-ulated a bird on the ground. Assorted decoys—some of geese feeding, some of them looking to the sky—and bright yellow plastic ears of corn stood guard outside.

And in those long stretches—between when geese flew nearby, and everyone got tense, and someone whispered that the birds were almost in range, and then someone pulled the roof open, and everyone popped up and fired, and you became temporarily deaf, and birds that had crashed to the ground needed to be collected—we reminisced. The close quarters of the pit make a perfect setting for gossip and male bonding, teasing, talk of women, and dirty jokes. “What’s said in the pit, stays in the pit,” I was told more than once.

“For me, hunting is better now than when I was a kid,” said Edwin. Tuccio. (A couple of hours ago, I might have agreed. I was lounging on a billowy couch in Tuccio’s toasty den along with a handful of fellow hunters as the wind roared outside. We were watching the hunting channel and grazing on cheese and bread—brought in from
Arthur Avenue in the Bronx—as well as two roaring pots of coffee.) Tuccio, a realtor and farmer who owns Tweed’s Restaurant and Buffalo Bar in Riverhead and the North Quarter Bison Farm nearby, grew up next to Red Cedar Point on the periphery of thousands of acres of preserved wetlands that were ideal duck-hunting grounds. “It used to be dangerous and very difficult. There were so many things that could go wrong.” He remembers getting stranded a few decades ago in a floating duck blind on Peconic Bay when a northwest wind blew all the water out of the bay and left the boat high and dry: “We almost froze to death. I had to take some friends to the hospital for frostbite.”

Rich Larocca, a fishermen who lives in Eastport, agreed. As a kid, Larocca would tow a duck boat—elaborately disguised with grass and reeds—through rough, frigid waters and then arrange floating decoys around the boat. “We had no radios,” he said. “No neoprene waders. No cell phones either. But we never really got in any trouble.” He and his brother used to go out by themselves, a dangerous operation he wouldn’t necessarily let his own sons do alone.

Yes, cell phones and Thinsulate have changed hunting on the East End. So has the fact that vast flocks of Canadian geese have taken up year-round residence here for the first time in living memory. Hunting remains a way to gather food, although today's hunters depend less on what they kill. And hunters still camouflage themselves and their surroundings to lure the game into shooting range.

An hour or so before we left the comforts of Tuccio’s house, Larocca and John Espenkotter, a Suffolk County detective, braved the wind to right decoys that had been knocked over the previous night. “There is an art to it,” said Larocca, speaking in short spurts between the howling gusts. “Basically you want to make them look natural. You have three kinds to choose from: feeding position, resting or century. You can’t get too many centuries with high heads. If they all turn their heads up, they’re going to jump up any minute. We want to show that they’re happy and comfortable.”

Good hunters develop a keen understanding of their targets’ natural habits, not to mention a strong respect for the unbroken wilderness that houses wildlife. (Many an outdoorsman will tell you that hunters were the original environmentalists and that most of the large pieces of wilderness in Suffolk County—from the North Fork
Preserve in Jamesport to the Southaven County Park in Shirley to the Peconic River Club in the Manorville—were donated by private hunters or hunting clubs.)

“The rule with fowl hunting is the worse the weather the better,” said Espenkotter, a soft-spoken Suffolk County officer who could be a model for the GI Joe doll. (His personal passion is bow-hunting for deer; Espenkotter first met Tuccio when he was tracking a shot deer through his land.) “The birds are disoriented and they can’t see very
well. They can’t fly too high. They just want to find a place to hunker down. The best goose hunting is during a howling blizzard.” But today the weather wasn’t messy enough and the birds—well fed on corn still in the fields after a balmy fall—weren’t seeking refuge among our plastic friends.

“Wow, this is frustrating,” was the common refrain, as if the hunters were waiting in line at the post office or on hold with a customer service representative. Larocca blew on his hands and stamped his feet against the wood floor, scraping off some of the snow to keep the wood from being slippery should he have to jump up and shoot. “Boy,
thought they’d be flying all over the place,” he said. “On a cold day like today, it could start slow. They may stay in until 8 a.m. to conserve energy.”

The hours slowly inched by. Occasionally, Larocca would climb out of the pit to adjust decoys that had toppled in the wind. Occasionally, we’d hear shots fired by another hunting party a few fields away, and we’d curse them for scaring away our birds. Our asses got sore and cold. And, then, seemingly out of nowhere, the fits of frustration and boredom turned to bursts of excitement when someone said, “I hear them too.” Light flooded in as the roof flew open. The hunters were up and four birds fell. But there was no time to celebrate. Another flock was approaching. Larocca hopped out of the pit and arranged the nearest dead birds to hide their bloodied sides and unnatural limp necks. “I sure love it just as much as when I was a boy,” he said, climbing back into the hole and reloading his gun. “The wind woke me up at 4 a.m. and all I wanted to do was come out here.”

Originally published in Edible East End, Winter 2007. © 2007. All rights reserved.

April 1, 2007

Peconic Forager

A Noyac resident who is an avid fisherman and experienced hunter recently saw a deer hit by the car in front of him. He pulled over and found the animal lifeless, but still warm. He loaded the deer into the back of his SUV—not to dispose of the animal at the dump, but to butcher it for winter meat at home.

Using kitchen shears and a mallet to cleave through bone, he was able to cut several steaks from the rump and a dozen medallions from the strap that runs along a deer’s neck and back. He often roasts skewered cubes of meat in the fireplace and then dips them in mustard or peanut sauce.

“I’m no butcher, but I know good meat,” he said, preferring to remain anonymous. (It is technically illegal to pick up roadkill, although enforcement is limited. Anyone wishing to do so should contact the local police department or a conservation officer to obtain a tag.) “It’s a fabulous low-fat meat. It has all of the nutrients of all the other red meats you could possibly eat,” he continued. “And it has a distinctive flavor.”

Cooler weather and shorter days provoke the annual rut, bringing the season of sexual excitement that makes deer less shy and less careful. More dead animals lie along roadways. More anxious drivers steer clear of collisions. The pressure of deer populations mounts, as the animals graze their way through yards, farms and nurseries. As recently as the 1960s, it was rare to see a deer on the East End. But because does generally give birth to twins, and even triplets in abundant years, deer can multiply exponentially. (One oft-cited study showed that six deer—two males and four females—with unlimited food and no predators, grew into a herd of 200 in just five years.)

Historically, people hunted for purposes beyond sustenance. Ask those who have
lost the summer melons to crows and they’ll tell you that people hunt to protect
what they are trying to grow, or raise. In his memoir of weather and life on the
East End, Winds of the Fish’s Tail, Bridgehampton farmer Dick Hendrickson recalls
fall hunting and trapping as an essential curb on the abundant foxes, weasels,
rabbits, raccoons, crows and other pests of his family’s poultry operation and
kitchen gardens. “That meant extra money if you were a good trapper,” he writes.
“In our time, rabbit pelts were hardly worth the trouble—maybe 6¢ to 10¢. However,
possum skins returned 50¢ to $1.50 each. Muskrats varied from $1.25 to $3. Once
I caught a weasel and it returned $4.25. The best I ever got was $10 for a red
fox.” The town would also pay a bounty for “every pair of possum ears and $1 for
a red fox,” part of the collective effort to keep wildlife populations down.

Recently, while assessing the damage that birds, deer, raccoons, ground hogs, possum, squirrels, chipmunks and other wildlife had inflicted on their 2006 grape crop, Sam McCullough, vineyard manager at the Lenz Winery in Peconic, and Larry Perrine, coowner of Channing Daughters Winery in Bridgehampton, suggested a local movement to catch
and eat these “critters” as part of a “sustainable” food system here on the East End. “It would really take pressure off of us grape growers,” Perrine said.

The experience of the vineyards is echoed in the orchards. Each winter, just to keep
the nearby families of deer in check, Tom Wickham hires a member of the Mattituck
gun club to cull between 40 and 50 deer on his family’s fruit farm in Cutchogue.
“We don’t particularly enjoy it,” he said. “We do this as a production necessity
for farming.” No farmer is calling for complete eradication, he said. “We lose
our crop to all kinds of animals. But I just don’t want to walk outdoors one morning
and discover that an investment of hundreds of trees and thousands of dollars
is totally lost.”

We have many ingredients for meaty dishes running around our neighborhoods, but none is as voracious and successful as the white tail deer. And none is so abundant either. As the local hunting season opens, the question arises whether a bigger taste for venison could help curb deer herds. Is it time or a Hamptons Venison Company? Or how about a broader campaign that moves beyond ungulates to market smaller game?

State laws actually forbid hunters from selling game. That’s why the venison or quail or rabbit that shows up as a pricey entrée at restaurants is farmed. But, historically, towns from Maryland to Maine have organized community events intended to encourage hunting and to make use of the meat that hunters couldn’t possibly eat themselves. (The Shinnecocks have relied on deer for even longer.)

Over the last two decades, deer-riddled Shelter Island held at least two such events each year. One was organized by the Shelter Island Fire Department, whose members would hunt and set aside some portion of the harvest for a communal dinner of venison stew for the public in February. The other was held at the now defunct Harbor Inn, where a group of hunters would donate meat, and two local cooks volunteered their time to prepare a feast on the last day of hunting season. And hunting clubs from Mattituck to Montauk have held similar dinners with ingredients brought by their members. The Southampton Elks’ Lodge hosts a notorious venison dinner, where the animal makes it into everything from stew to sausage to jerky.

To further boost the market, wildlife officials have encouraged several donation programs in New York State. “By filling your deer permits you can not only help reduce the State’s growing deer population,” the New York Department of Conservation web site states, “but you can feed less fortunate families.” Since 2000, the Venison Donation Coalition, a group of farmers, hunters, and food bank officials, has collected 400,000 pounds of ground venison for distribution by New York State food banks, equivalent to about one million servings.

But one million servings in five years is tiny compared to the millions of servings of
beef, pork and chicken New Yorkers eat every day. And even though officials have
modified long-standing hunting laws to help dwindling hunters deal with soaring
deer herds—extending the season, expanding the area, and lowering the legal age
for hunters—hunters taking animals for themselves, friends, and the occasional
donation will only meet with so much success.

“Hunting is definitely the most efficient management tool for keeping down the numbers of species like deer,” said Tim Charles, an outdoorsman and the outdoors columnist for Suffolk Life. Still, Charles notes that hunters are limited, particularly in residential areas, by how close they can get to their prey. Annually, Suffolk County hunters takemore than 1,700 deer during an archery season that runs from October through December, and a gun season during January. This compares with a considerably higher number of roadkill deer collected each year.

Mike Scheibel, natural resources manager at Shelter Island’s Mashomack Preserve, where deer have prevented oak and hickory seedlings from maturing in some areas, knows that most hunters today limit themselves to how much deer they can give to family and friends. “People are happy to take fillets,” said Scheibel, a hunter himself. “But they don’t want you dropping a deer on the front step,” he said. “If they were to allow for the sale of venison, you wonder if people might pursue it as a gainful venture. Who knows?”

The benefits of hunting more animals for meat won’t simply go to the hunter and the connoisseur of wilderness-raised protein. It will also mean extra work for local butchers and novel ingredients for local chefs. The Suffolk County Farm in Yaphank slaughters cows and pigs for a nearby prison, and has developed a proposal to build a separate slaughtering and refrigeration facility just for venison. (Currently, the Department of Agriculture doesn’t allow them to process venison in the same facility, because of the concern of the deer’s fine hair and ticks getting into other meats.) “We
just think it’s a wonderful community service,” said Patricia Hubbard, director
of the farm. “Rather than have them lie fallow in the fields and stack them at
the taxidermist.”

In contrast to the donations program, which only provides ground venison, Hubbard would envision ribs, loins, rumps and other interesting cuts. She estimated the start-up costs at $300,000, and she already knows of strong potential demand from friends in the food industry.

But if game donation programs take advantage of legal loopholes, then why can’t restaurants and grocers be just as creative. Perhaps when you order local venison in a restaurant, it doesn’t show up on your bill, but instead you are expected to make a donation to the Wild Flavors Campaign on your way out. Already a few local restaurateur-hunters host occasional game dinners for friends and regular customers who don’t pay at the dinner, but obviously pay at other times. Perhaps diners can accumulate credits or pay a wildlife surcharge at one meal that entitles them to dining on game for free during other meals.

“I’ll tell you the chefs do wonders with the stuff,” said Charles, the columnist for Suffolk Life, who has enjoyed his fair share of hunting club dinners. He doesn’t think there’s any real movement to change the law, although he suspects the first step might be converting Americans to the pleasures of meat that has never been hermetically sealed in a Styrofoam coffin. Across Europe, for instance, game is actually the more sought after option, as evidenced by elegant dishes like pheasant under glass, in which the bird is served under a glass dome to preserve the olfactory experience of meat moved straight from the field to your plate.

“When wild game is prepared properly,” said Charles, "and that means proper prep in the field, bleeding it right, keeping it cool once you get it to the camp. If it’s done right, it’s not gamey at all. It’s very tasty.”

Years ago, unrestricted hunting drove many species toward extinction and prompted
the now draconian game laws. But today we face a different problem, particularly
when it comes to species like deer that are far from endangered. Short of some
legal changes and some creative work by food businesses, the best strategy may
be to make friends with your neighborhood hunter. Or become one yourself.

Originally published in Edible East End, Winter 2007. © 2007. All rights reserved.

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