cakes, prose, woes -- the photos, food & thoughts of a french-speaking seattle-native in brazil

In the end, you're just happy you were there—with your eyes open—and lived to see it. -AB
In the end, you're just happy you were there—with your eyes open—and lived to see it.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Grape Schiacciata. Well, Sorta.

Expat Down Days

Before any Italians or Italian food lovers scream hey, that's not grape schiacciata! let me assure you that i know. It's a first cousin of the bread and is gluten free, made with a hell of a lot less dough, is actually a "flat" bread, and has a bit of parmesan cheese sprinkled on. It's my interpretation of the classic baked good that i had never even heard of until last night while sitting in my bed reading my Mario Batali Italian Grill book, one of the few cookbooks that made it to Brazil with me, while annoyingly having to listen to Bon Jovi from the other room. Yeash do i live with a 45 year old woman? Our editor has strange taste (ainda te amo). This recipe came to me in a frightening dream that consisted of Jon Bon Jovi dancing through a vineyard with lambs singing it's my life and i did it my way! and so i woke up and made grape flatbread my way. So if you want a classic recipe for grape schiacciata, hit up Mr. Batali for the recipe.

The schiacciata came with a purpose, and thankfully was not accompanied by sleaveless leather.
shiver. The purpose was to aleviate an expat down day. So what's an expat down day? All of the expats that i know, or at least know through their writing, have these days and there is no real equation for predicting when they will happen or for what reason. They simply do. An expat down day is when suddenly out of the blue you feel completely lost, moronic, slow, cowardly, without a plan, without hope, and all you really want to do is sleep or take the cachaça bottle out of the freezer. I've read accounts of other expats in Brazil suggesting how they cope with the sudden burst of melancholy that can last anywhere from one to three days, and many suggest sleeping until 1pm, drinking a bottle of wine, baking cookies, watching seven straight hours of your favorite tv show (anything from Gray's Anatomy to Sex and the City or Doctor Who, yes expats are wierd) but my favorite was the "take yourself out on a date" suggestion by Lindsay of Adventures of a Gringa in Brazil. If going to the cinema didn't cost so damn much here i would probably do that, you know, Harry Potter is coming soon and a certain somebody has only seen the first or third. Tsk tsk. Might have to go alone... Redirecting, for me the only thing that gets me out of the Down Day is to go for a run until i pass out, which worked yesterday, but today we needed something stronger, and that's when i heard Bon Jovi whispering in my head, make the flat bread, post a blog! You can do it! No i can't i replied to him. I want to sit on the couch and pout while watching Jamie Oliver and Oprah interviewing the cast of the Sound of Music. But then he threatened to sing, so i gave up and went into the kitchen.

For me, the Down Days usually don't last more than one to two days. The vast majority of time i am upbeat about life in Brazil, excited about the struggles i have to go through as a foreigner knowing that they are challenges that make life more rewarding. I am finally at a mediocre Portuguese level, i finally have-quite a few actually-friends here in Brazil, and i'm reminded everyday about how lucky i am compared to the majority of people living around me. So what do i have to complain about? That's the hard part, even if things look up, these days still come nonetheless. Luckily they have started to come less frequently. I belive it is because Americans are impatient. Nine months seems like an eon to me; i should be fluent, have the job i want, drive the car that i am still afraid to drive, do errands by myself, etc. But here, nine months are not an eon, and i have to remind myself that it takes us, expatriates, years to reach the life that we imagine ourselves from the moment the plane lands. Americans have this fear of failure issue; i must be great and i must be great exactly right now.

While i'm running or while i'm photographing, i remind myself that fast food is evil, and speading up a life is just the same. Things take time, everyone tells me that and i mean everyone, particularly the ones who have been living in Brazil for many years. Yet these down days drive what they say from my head with an anvil. I remind myself that for every one bad day there are always ninety-nine good days and that tomorrow will be one of them. I'm the lucky one to be living here, to have decided my own life rather than to have kept it in the box. I guess the best lesson to remind yourself of on the down days is the one from Tom Jobim; Brazil is not for beginners. This is the lesson that our editor reminds us of every time we have a tantrum over driver's license psychology exams and school busses. What it means is, take a breath, and drink a caipirinha.

And now we can talk about the bread...i never seem to be able to talk about simply one thing at a time. Last weekend i held Portuguese conversation two days straight, and even when i'm speaking in Portguese my mind wanders to a new subject abstractly. Out at dinner a friend asks, why are you all of a sudden talking about shoes? i blink, oh, i have no idea. I am no longer afraid to make mistakes, i actually like the mistakes. Calling a lawyer a pineapple to his face is one that will go in my book of oh look, remember when... The schiacciata, undoubtedly one of the most difficult things to pronounce, is made from my basic pizza dough that consisits of yeast, water, tapioca flour, rice flour, baking powder, olive oil, egg and salt. Traditional schiacciata consists of one layer of pizza dough covered in grapes and oil followed by another layer of pizza dough covered in grapes. So a pizza dough grape sandwich. My pizza dough is not chewy like wheat dough, it's not too crisp, but not bready. It's hard to describe, but either way it is much too dense to layer on top of itself. That would be quite a mouth full. So the first alteration is to use a single flat layer of pizza dough. On top of the dough goes a layer of olive oil followed by anise seeds followed by a small sprinkling of parmesan cheese to contrast the sweetness. I read many reports on traditional schiacciata being a very sweet bread, and not everyone's cup of tea. Salty sweet is in this season anyways. Bake 20 minutes on the pizza stone and delissimo!

my pizza dough (i used half this recipe for the schiacciata pictured here)
1.25 cups white rice flour
0.25 cups casava flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
0.5 cups warm water
1 packet yeast
1 large egg
1/8 cup olive oil.

1 - 2 tsp anise seeds
seedless grapes, halved
olive oil
parmesan cheese

method: dissolve the yeast in the warm water. Combine all dry ingredients in a bowl. Add the
yeast water, oil and egg. Combine well. Work the dough for about 5 minutes. Let rise for 20 minutes. Place on a pizza stone and sprinkle the top with rice flour. Using your hands or a roller, flatten the dough to your desired thickness.

Rub with olive oil. Sprinkle with anise seeds and seedless grape halves. Sprinkle with parmesan. Bake at 400 degrees F for about 20 minutes.

I think expat down days are part of the package. Even though i hate them and they render me useless for a while, they have a certain quality for showing you the good things, especially when your soggy mood is put up with by your loved ones. I am complimented here in Brazil all the time for being upbeat, for being shiny and "simple," a word Brazilians love and Americans get offended by, but apparently simple a compliment as it means to be content and happy with the small things-that's a big step for an American! but in reality i have the days just as any other expat does, and i know i will continue to have them here and there. Luckily it passes and my teeth come back into view and the simpleness shines through. Can't help it. The truth is, i love Brazil.

a bientôt


Jim said...

love you - even if I can't keep up with you bjs - jim

Nina said...

Wow. Wow. You could be the next Martha (Martha of Brazil). I love cooking, but your next stop will be Ana Maria's studio. I love the fact you have so many cooking blogs. I have been wanting to add a veggie cooking blog to my site. But all the ones that I have found were inactive. Well now I have some high standards for Thanksgiving. But I am up for the challenge!

Mallory Elise said...

aw thanks Jim, i had all of us in mind while writing this :)

Nina, being Martha (minus the jail time) has been my life dream since i was 8. now i have to figure out who Ana Maria is.... :P

Anonymous said...

Great post! I had a down day yesterday for sure. But I must say it's one of a few.

Nina said...

Ana Maria has a talk show in Brazil every morning. She loves cooking! I am really unsure how much she cooks herself. But she usually has a couple chiefs or different recipes a couple times a week. Some people have questioned me when I said it was a talk show. Talk show? It's a cooking show. But she is like Opera and Martha wrapped up in one. She finds these niche problems shows them, she does awareness, investigating and even interviews. But personally the show freaks me out. There is a puppet bird that she talks to the whole hour like on the side for jokes and what not. It's too much for me. But Brazilians love her show!

Mallory Elise said...

ahk! i know that silly puppet bird, i've seen it on tv ads-short haired blond lady-and i said ahg that puppet creeps me out, why would that lady have it? and henrique said, oh it gets better ratings and kids don't mind that their mom is watching it instead of letting them watch cartoons. right. yeah im with you, it creeps me out ;)

Christy said...

I get expat down days too, though I don't think those days are reserved exclusively for expats. On those days I sleep, sleep and sleep. And eat sweets, more than usual. And yes, watch crap tv.

And I so get you about being fear of failure and impatience--funny thing is J is so not like that (he's the American, I'm just the wannabe), but I-oh-so-definitely-am.

So the point is, yeah, I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels trapped and helpless and wish that things would move along in the direction I want, speed x10. Or maybe this is not normal and we need to check ourselves into a mental ward.

On another note, those photos look awesome!! And congratulations on finally achieving gluten free dough!!

Sierra said...

gross anise! blech! hahah...i found this liqeuor in mexico that is called ixtabentun, or something like that and it is anise and surprisingly delicious so maybe i would like this after DOES look pretty why didnt you tell me you posted new things? you always tell me after you havent in a whiel and i had no idea, i had to come look all on my own ;-)

Glória P. said...

Hello Mallory! Sounds delicious! I´m gonna try! :) Beijos!

fiona said...

Mallory Elise-- I laughed so hard at the image of chasing Bon Jovi out of the kitchen. Kind of like an exorcism of bad music via recipe! (Maybe I just watched Harry Potter...)
anyway, keep meandering and do it it beautifully!

Linds said...

Ok I have approximately 6 things to say.

1. I'm sorry I am just getting to this blog now (I've been super MIA the past couple of weeks and just catching up on blogs now!)

2. Thanks for the shoutout!! Other dates could include taking yourself to some kind of fair or some cultural event (if one exists)... I know the movies rob the pants off you...

3. hahaha that quote by Tom Jobim is CLASSIC and it is going on my Facebook status pronto. Seriously. I love it.

4. You said it SO well - we all want things to happen NOW and really get down on ourselves when they don't. Damn Fast Food Nation!

5. Your bread looks like a dream. Like, I think I had a dream about that bread and then suddenly it's appearing on the screen. Wow. I wish I could come to your house and just eat. (and drink. and socialize.)

6. Well, I guess I didn't make it to 6 but 5 is pretty good.

:) I hope your down day passed... You know we are alllll supporting you!