Totally ‘Not Vanilla-Bland’ Chicken

Vanilla bland has to be one of the most meaningless phrases I’ve ever heard. And should I hear it again, I will let my fury run wild.

For many years, I endured a certain person I saw almost every day speak of the apparent commonness of vanilla – plain Jane, no thrills, no fancies. In all honesty, there was no venom, no poison in his comments but each mention left me perplexed as he would say ‘Vanilla bland’, then go on to mention how its blandness though was not a bad thing, but merely, the ‘standard’, the average, normal…..state of being.

In the plan? ‘Redefining’ vanilla bland; a fly by to the Reunion islands (with Bourbon vanilla pods) and a fine chicken recipe. Game anyone?

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Why, oh why have I all of a sudden become a raving loony, talking vanilla? First of all, if you made plain cream cakes without vanilla essence and your new world (aka Nigeria) proclaims them mighty fine, yet you…the baker, sense something seriously lacking….and traceable to the very absence of ‘bog-standard’  flavoring…..that could send you on a spiral path. Like it did me.

And so, if you, desperately seeking vanilla start your search for stray pods, at way past your bedtime, say 11pm, tired, hungry and ready to drop. If you, while on this hunt, send your jar of Turmeric flying…..your glass jar of yellow spice, with innate staining ability……you would understand where exactly I’m coming from. But this is me – I’m my midnight crew, working alone in the long (not lonely), dark hours of the night.

Vanilla has a PR problemAs a noun, vanilla refers to our most fragrant and complex flavor, the one we use to improve everything from cheesecake to chocolate.

But as an adjective, it is a pejorative, employed to describe anything common, generic, or bland. We say “plain vanilla music” to indicate the mind-numbing elevator variety …….

It wasn’t always this way.  For centuries, vanilla was considered exotic, luxurious, and rare.

Vanilla’s lackluster reputation stems in part from its particular history in America, where most people initially encountered it as a flavoring for ice cream. Today, the many candied and cookied ice cream flavors that use vanilla as a base reinforce the notion that vanilla is basic: merely the starting point for flavor, not flavor itself; (Slate)

See, my kitchen disasters are numerous but I have never been bullish and outspoken about them. This time though, I can hardly keep quiet. And I appeal to you, in all your niceness and warmth to listen. Kitchen disasters cannot be limited to singed eyebrows, pink palms, dropped turkeys and any of the other ‘common’  happenings that give each cook a tale of their own.

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No sir, Turmeric dropping is in a class of its own. The first sign of this is the sound of shattered glass. My head is stuck in a cupboard some feet above while all around me, broken glass plays confetti magic with the tiled floor. Shattered glass on stone. All I say…..silently too is ‘Oh no’.  This is so not the time to clean up….anything. For a few minutes, I have no way of knowing what spice lies sprawled on the floor, jar broken. Ever so gently, I turn my head southwards and when I see yellow, metallic powder spread like sand…on a beach, my heart almost fails me. Why? Because I know Turmeric. She leaves her mark in colour. A yellowish tinge which permeates everything, stone included. I need no bidding to avoid this. Sponge. dishcloth. Soap. Bucket. Bowl. I carefully pick out the glass shards and send it all into the trash.

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My white Philips toaster has been touched. It belongs to me, I’m fine with it taking on a close-to-sunny hue. Unlike my landlady would be…..if she came round (not that she does) and saw four of her countertop tiles slightly colored.

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I begin my scrub. It is going to be a long night. We didn’t have to pay a deposit on our rented house so there’s no fear of losing that bit but we would like to keep the rent at an affordable level now, wouldn’t we? So I get washing, scrubbing, cleaning….multiple times till I’m sure I can only see a sheen, some slight fluorescence that remains. Actually, Im no longer sure if its my eyes, heavy for sleep that starts seeing ‘yellow’.

In the end, I throw my sponge down and head to bed. Satisfied that I’ve found my vanilla pods, but sad that my turmeric is no more.

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Satisfied that vanilla is back in the running, I decide to venture out.

Having mostly used it in sweet recipes, I turn to my gorgeous book ‘Chicken & Egg’, a great find of recipes and pictures glorifying chicks and chooks from around the worldl. The recipe on page 19 features Bourbon vanilla pods (tick) and a whole chicken (tick). There’s also fromage blanc (no ticks on this but I have an alternative in mind) and your regular salt and pepper.

This time when I reach for the vanilla pods, high up…I do it with utmost care. I watch for glass jars that are eager to get broken, spice boxes that want to lose their contents and other wayward belongings in my stuffed-to-the-brim cupboards. I gingerly bring the kilner jar full of rich, fragrant pods, down.

It is night time when I wash and dry my bird, season it with salt and pepper and smear rich and sticky vanilla seeds all over it.

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I lay it to rest. And then I begin making my fromage blanc alternative. I take some whipping cream which is thick. I season it with kosher salt, sprinkle lemon juice over the top and stir in chopped vanilla pods. This too is laid to rest.

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On the day, back from work and ready to drop (with exhaustion), I nevertheless set about making my stuffing, assured in the knowledge that all I have to do is pop the bird into the oven, baste every 15 minutes and eventually it’ll all be ready. Fresh bread was chopped up to make crumbs, which were stirred into the ‘made-up’  fromage blanc……

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…and this went into the cavity of the bird, which was then sealed shut with some fine needles.

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An hour and a half later, numerous bastings too….we ended up with a fine bird that I was ready to tear into.

The bird was bronzed and flush with warm fragrance.  Tender too. I tore bits off the bone as the children lined up, ready to devour some with roast potatoes.

And I snuck a bite. It was ok, nice. Interesting even but it lacked the strength of vanilla flavor that I expected, longed for – both out of desperation to experience vanilla in a new way but also in defense of it, to prove the vanilla-bland naysayers wrong. The chicken wasn’t likely to do either for me.

What emerged though was the absolute stunningness of the stuffing! Unbelievable. In my husband’s words ‘the stuffing is great’. Simple words, I know but if you knew him like I did….you would consider this high praise. The stuffing is perfectly balanced – creamy, soft and best of all, fragrant with the warmth and romance of vanilla. Yet the slight tartness of the ‘cream’ is complemented by the flavor of the chicken. the bread crumbs hold it all together, providing a spreadable stuffing that would be wonderful on bread. Yes, bread on bread….but I’m thinking chicken sarnie, with some crisp green lettuce, frilly at the edge, yes. Then stuffing, followed by torn strips of chicken and freshly made celery salt, all capped with a fine slice of crusty french bread. What do you think?

For this singular fact of a sandwich, I think it might be worth making this again. BTW, the kids LOVED it….

And me, I’ve recovered from my turmeric disaster, and my tiles have reverted back to normal.

..But vanilla is essentially a supporting actor. It is a sociable flavor, at its best when bringing out the best in other distinct ingredients, softening their acidity, drawing out their intensity, helping them to cohere.

This is why baked goods made without vanilla lack depth and dimension, like music without a bass line.

And it also explains why we associate vanilla with all things plain: Because vanilla rarely owns the spotlight, we’ve come to think of it as the wallflower of flavors, retiring and easily overlooked. Of course, like many wallflowers, vanilla has a lot going for it. It’s at once simple but sophisticated, familiar yet mysterious—and not at all bland; (Slate)

Chicken with Bourbon Vanilla, adapted from Chicken & Egg by Laurence and Gilles Laurendon

Ingredients
2 Bourbon vanilla pods
1 oven-ready chicken, anpit 1.5 kg
200g fromage blanc or quark, whipped  (or a made up version…. of whipped cream, a pinch of salt,  and 2 tablespoons of lemon juice)
 1 and 1/2 cups of fresh breadcrumbs
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Dried red pepper flakes
Method
Day 1

Prepare the chicken:  (the day before). Split the vanilla pods and carefully remove the seeds, using the pointed end of a knife – reserve the pods.

Make slits in the chicken and slide the vanilla seeds underneath the skin. Rub the skin with the pods, set pods aside and wrap the chicken in cling film. Allow rest overnight in the refrigerator.

Cut the vanilla pods into four parts, saving 2 pieces to garnish. Mix the other two with the real/made-up fromage blanc. Cover and store in the refigerator overnight.

Day 2

Pre-heat the oven to 220 degrees C (425 degrees F)

Prepare the stuffing: Combine the breadcrumbs and the fromage blanc. Blend well, still leaving the vanilla pods in the mixture.

Remove the clingfilm from the chicken. Season the cavity with salt, black pepper and red pepper flakes. Then stuff with the breadcrumb mixture. If you can find oven string (I couldn’t…though I did find it the very next day!!!), truss up the bird, otherwise close the cavity, with baking pins.

Place on a roasting tray and set in the middle of the preheated oven. Cook for 1 1/4 – 1 1/2 hours, basting the chicken with its juices and giving it  a quarter turn (just reading this, obviously I didn’t do it then!) every 15 – 20 minutes (most tedious part of the task!), until the chicken is cooked and tender.

When done, allow it rest for 15 – 20 minutes then carve….or tear apart, serving with dollops of the stuffing and some tatties….

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All trussed up with nowhere to go?

And so it is that I, I….am still in love with vanilla. Plain and simple. No fatigue, no taking for granted, no abuse. Just plain ole-fashioned love. I want all my cakes and bakes and even roasts to be infused with warmth and depth and romance. And vanilla is just the thing to do that for me! I will try again. Who knows what a vanilla pork roast would taste like? I can’t give up now!

Are you a cook who has delicious savoury vanilla recipes? Share them please!

Read the entire Slate article on vanilla

Recipes and stories from Patricia Rain, aka ‘The Vanilla Queen’

More on vanilla: all about it and how to make vanilla powder[wpurp-searchable-recipe]Totally ‘Not Vanilla-Bland’ Chicken – – – [/wpurp-searchable-recipe]

16 Comments

  1. Oh you! Pursuing perfection at all hours of the night, willing to battle yellow stains and exhaustion for the next flavour thrill 🙂 So glad to hear all went well, will definitely try that stuffing. And of course! Do drop me aline when you are heading to Singapore, I’d love to catch up.

  2. Oh dear, turmeric can be the toughest to get out! So sorry for your kitchen ordeal! The chicken is a wonderful way to celebrate conquering the yellow stains, though! Vanilla beans are very expensive here in the States … that recipe would be a very special dinner offering for me! Perhaps our next small dinner party! I’m sure the house smelled wonderful while it cooked! Mmmm!

  3. I applaud you for scrubbing nearly all night. Poor thing.

    This chicken sounds so good I can’t stand it. I’m envious of your vanilla beans. 🙂

  4. Wow, first I feel your pain and you have my utmost sympathy regarding the tumeric incident. I’ve done much the same my self and oh does your stomach sink.

    That being said, I am in the utmost agreement with your righteous indignation regarding vanilla. This is a heady scent and flavor and deserves respect, which by the way it looks like you got with your stunning chicken.

  5. From tumeric to vanilla, I am enthralled at the adventures found in our own kitchens! I have not tried vanilla in a savory recipe and was excited to read about your aromatic chicken dinner. I applaud your vibrant vision for vanilla!

  6. Oh my friend I’m laughing and groaning along with you!! You poor, poor thing. 🙁 SO glad you finally found your vanilla after all that mayhem. XO

  7. Oh my dear Oz, So sorry for the turmeric/scrubbing night… Had something similar once with a deep red paprika powder I had brought back some Budapest. Not fun.
    That said, i looove vanilla in savoury dishes (It is particularly great with white asparagus) and your chicken just looks delicious!
    If you feel like trying the asparagus/vanilla thing: i ve posted a few recipes on my blog (Asparagus and vanilla mousse with its strawberry and argan oil dressing / White asparagus tart).
    Greetz from NL!

  8. I’ve never heard the term vanilla plain – it’s always been exotic to be. I’ve never cooked a savoury dish with vanilla. At least two things learned from this lovely post. My heart went out to you about the tumeric and the scrubbing!

  9. HA…I’ve used vanilla extract in brines for pork before, but have never thought to use vanilla in any other savory dish. I love the creativity of using it here, you have inspired me to try my hand at adding this intoxicating treat to more savory dishes.

  10. To say vanilla is plain is to say salt is plain. It is a flavor that is much used and sometimes not recognized. Just like salt lacking in a dish one states “this needs more flavor” so is vanilla. Like salt, sometimes it is the star of a dish and other times it’s the back seat; the one that indistinguishable adds that just right something. To this day “plain” vanilla ice cream is still my favorite. Why? Because vanilla is an essence into itself. I’m not surprised that plain chicken married so well with plain vanilla.

  11. How interesting…. I would never in a million years think of chicken and vanilla together. More interesting in my ignorance, I consider chicken and vanilla to bland by themselves to go together. I ought to kick myself in the pants because that is obviously far from the truth.

    The tumeric crashing o floor with its permanent gold dye coloring., stunning in food, not so good on the floor.

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