Health Food Supplements (and Other Crimes against Nature)
Sharon is not a wimp. She’s strong, determined, and sensible. But I can instantly reduce her to the quivering, dithering panic usually exhibited only by heroines in two-star horror flicks. All I have to do is invite her to dinner.
She had the misfortune of eating at our house when I was going through my Healthy Eating phase. This period lasted just a few months, but produced a series of meals that were . . . memorable.
The obsession originated during a family trip to the States. My husband, two baby girls, and I were all healthy specimens, in no need of miracle cures for anything. Yet, during inevitable forays into malls, we found ourselves sucked into health food shops, which were arranged and lighted nearly as enticingly as Tiffany’s. On the return trip, while our fellow Israelis trundled through customs staggering under the weight of color TV sets and gargantuan stereo units, we breezed through the green-light lane with nothing to declare; our suitcases were stuffed with dirty laundry, Pampers, a pharmacopia of somehow-legal food supplements, and a library of health-food cookbooks.
Up until then, we had not been subsisting on “Crembo”s and Coke. Our diet was, in retrospect, exemplary: a variety of fruits and vegetables in season, moderate portions of protein, and few sweets.
Yet I was convinced our eating habits needed radical revision. In addition to choking down basketball-sized vitamin pills, I also started “enhancing” dishes with food supplements. Bran showed up in the most unlikely recipes. Even that traditional standby of healthy eating, liver, was suddenly not virtuous enough. According to one of my new food gurus, chopped liver required additions of wheat germ and (as I shudder to recall and blush to recount) brewers yeast.
But this foray into Health Food territory did yield some benefits. First of all, we saved money and calories; no one ever wanted seconds. More significantly, I learned some practical cooking techniques that transcend food faddism and which I still use. Steaming or stir-frying vegetables, rather than boiling them to death, is a great idea.
As is a method for slow-roasting meat that was developed by a self-proclaimed “health expert” who authored four best-selling books on nutrition. By the time I bought her book, most of her theories had already been debunked by the medical establishment, a fact that, in those pre-Internet days, escaped me. Today, I wouldn’t dream of consuming the mega-doses of nutritional supplements she recommended.
However, she devised a method for roasting beef that produces consistently tender, juicy meat that hardly shrinks at all — even with the tougher cuts of meat commonly available in Israel. And it’s soooo easy!
So ignore the fact that this roast beef recipe was developed by a “health food” crackpot. Serve with a dry red wine — not wheatgrass juice.
Tips:
- Unless your oven is precisely calibrated (most aren’t) use an oven thermometer as well as a meat thermometer inserted into the thickest part of the roast.
- Set the roast on a rack so the bottom will not steam, and toughen.
- My version of the original recipe uses a slightly warmer oven, since temperatures below 63º C (145º F) can promote bacteria growth.
- After removing from the oven, allow the roast to rest for 5-10 minutes. This will prevent too much juice from escaping when slicing.
- It can be difficult to predict how long the process will take, since much depends on the shape of each roast, its fat content, and whether it had been frozen. In general, it takes more than three times as long as conventional roasting.
Simple, Perfect Roast Beef
Preheat oven to 165º C (325º F). Dry the roast and brush with olive oil. If desired, coat with some crushed spices, but not salt. Set on a rack and bake for 1 hour; this step sterilizes the surface and ensures a deep brown “crust”. Now reduce the oven heat to the temperature required (63º C for medium-rare; 65º C for medium; 71-77º C for well done) and continue to bake until the desired internal temperature is reached.
[Disclaimer: This is the unexpurgated version of the column published in Metro. My husband convinced me that I should tone it down since some of the imagery is, as he tactfully put it, "disgusting".]
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