Back at the Q Blog # 4

First of all – for all of you that are reading my blog “thank you!”  Seriously I never imagined that anyone besides family and friends would read my blog.  Much to my surprise I am finding that there are around 150 or so of you everyday that are taking the time to read what I have to say. So it is still challenging to write but now at least I know that my words are reaching people.  Please take a minute to tell me what you think and share any suggestions about what might make my culinary adventures more interesting.

We were planning a family excursion into the city.  We live in a suburb of Chicago and try to spend a few weekends a year in the city.  I was very excited for some family time and trying out some new restaurants.  After thinking about it I realized that beyond the great meals I was also going to be roped into hours in women’s clothing stores while my two sisters tried on everything that they saw while me and dad searched for comfortable chairs to wait in. I started to think of a fun alternative for everyone, or just me. I realized I had a friend that was on North Avenue and its name was Lillie’s Q.  As quick as I could I asked my mom to get on the phone and call to ask if my services could be used for a day. I was thrilled when I heard Charlie tell my mom that it would be great if I could come and to get there as soon as possible.  Not wanting to waste a second, I grabbed my new cooking crocs and hurried the rest of my family out of the door.

Walking into Lillie’s Q for the second time was much easier and much less daunting.  When I walked in they quickly hustled me into the kitchen to get an apron and help Jason put away the food that had just been delivered. I was told the correct way to put away meats making sure that you never had a package of meat with a higher cooking temperature on top of something with a lower cooking temperature. I was then given a marker and told to date and put away everything. Since it was a team effort we got it done pretty quickly.  Next we needed to carry tons of heavy cast-iron stuff from the downstairs into the truck for storage.  A back-breaking task but with the entire kitchen staff pitching in we were done in no time.

Then Steve, the head chef, told me to go and get a box of collard greens and stem them. Though I feared it, I knew I would be assigned this job again.  It is clearly the job that no one wants so it is a great task to give to the young kid.  I made the best of it and became one with the collard greens.  In the end it only took me an hour and twenty-seven minutes! I brought the newly stemmed collard greens upstairs and then I got to take hot links out of the smoker and slice them all in angled slices. While I was slicing them Steve came up and told me that when I was finished I should get a box of ribs and rub them. I finished with the hot links and then went down to work with some ribs. I brought the ribs upstairs and put them in the smoker.

I was then handed a plate with a huge tri-tip sandwich and some chicharrones (fried pork rinds). Steve told me to eat quickly then head down and start devein the shrimp. I was starting to get used to the non-stop rush and ever growing list of tasks that needed to be done and was really enjoying the quick pace. So I scarfed down my sandwich and got back to work cleaning the shrimp.  It took me a little longer than it should because I DID NOT want anything to be left in the shrimp, and I can guarantee there wasn’t any. I then mixed the shrimp in with the marinade, covered them, and put them in the fish fridge upstairs.

Next James asked me to help him make the hush puppies. So we mixed, flour, eggs, pimento, and beer. Then I chopped three cups of green onion smaller than I thought was possible. We then promptly made the delicious sweet potato dressing for dipping the hush puppies in. If I remember right it consisted of apple juice, apple cider vinegar, white pepper, coriander, and sweet potato. We mixed all of this in the blender and it was done. My next task was to get two cases  of chicken, wash them, put them on trays, and  put the tray in a large bag. While washing the chicken I nearly spilled an entire bus tub full of chicken into soapy water, luckily I have quick hands and I avoided that disaster.  I saw that it was 7pm I knew my family would be there in fifteen minutes to eat and I would be joining them.  Where had 6 hours gone to?? I had one last job- – preparing the cheese for their world-famous macaroni and cheese.  Imagine 10 pound blocks of cheese! I cut the blocks into rectangles, and then put them into a food processor to shred the rectangles to a size you could melt for the macaroni.  As I delivered the cheese up to the line, my phone buzzed, and my parents were here. I took a quick photo with Charlie, my moms request, and joined my family at their table.

It was a lot of fun eating at Lillie’s Q after spending the day in the kitchen.  Of course everyone in my family wanted to know what I thought they should order.  Charlie stopped by to say hello and my dad asked him for a recommendation. Charlie suggested the Shrimp and Grits (no veins in those shrimp dad!) and my dad said it was the best he had ever tasted.  My sisters had the taste of LQ with tri-tip, ribs and pulled pork.  I had tri-tip for lunch so I chose the ribs for dinner.  My mom is a huge fan of the tri-tip.  We had a couple orders of macaroni and cheese, some fries and of course the hush puppies with sweet potato dressing.

What I learned:

  • Working in a kitchen is way better than shopping with your sisters (I actually already knew that but I was able to prove my point)
  • There is no downtime when you are working in a restaurant kitchen.  There is always something to be done
  • While all five of the sauces at Lillie’s Q are great the best one is the Carolina (in my family it is the unanimous choice!)
  • You do a lot more than just cooking in a restaurant.
  • Use the right tool for the right job.

Blog 3- I Didn’t Know What Was Going in My BOKA

“Hey, ya got any allergies?”
“No.”
“ Have you ever tasted (insert name of highly obscure and probably very expensive food)?”
“No but I’ll try it.”

Those were the words spoken most frequently to me in the kitchen at Boka. Some of the most bizarre things that I tasted where: crosnes, a French root vegetable (actually translates to Chinese Artichoke although it is nothing like an artichoke); propolis, a sticky substance made by bees to seal small holes in their hives (note, I looked it up on line and found no real culinary uses but did see that propolis is used as an emollient to treat skin burns, car wax and also as an antitumor growth agent!); duck tongue, and a little citrus fruit named calamansi that is usually green but was so ripe when I tasted it that it was orange.

The creepy looking but great tasting Crosnes

Boka was my second experience working in a restaurant kitchen. Boka is a Michelin starred progressive American restaurant with emphasis on seasonal ingredients. Seriously – I am a 13 year old chef wanna-be and I spent a day in a Michelin starred restaurant kitchen! The culinary genius behind Boka is Giuseppe Tentori.

Things started out quite similar to my experience at Lillie’s Q. I was introduced to the people in the kitchen and led downstairs to get a chef’s coat and apron. You should know that the biggest difference in my attire was that my parents gave me Cooking Crocs for the first night of Chanukah. If you read my post on my day at Lillie’s Q you know that after punishing my feet for 8 hours in basketball shoes I was only so excited to have proper footwear!

The Life Changing Cooking Croc

Once I was in uniform I was told by one of the chefs, Adam, to take a bucket of scallops, clean them, and put them in a pan shell side up. Just like last time I was shocked to be given a job with virtually no instruction. Even though I knew confidently that I could do it, how did he know that I knew how to clean a scallop or which side was the shell side. Nonetheless, I completed the job quickly and near perfectly.

Next there was a tray of duck tongues waiting for me and I was instructed on how to remove the cartilage from the inside while keeping the tongue whole. I didn’t even know ducks had cartilage in their tongue, much less how to remove it. After a quick demonstration I was left alone with my tongues. It took about twenty minutes but I actually developed a technique that worked quite well and after about 40 minutes the tongues were cartilageless (doubt that is a word).

Duck Tongue.... YUM

Moments later Adam told me to go down stairs and get a big container of soaking nuts and a gallon of rejuvelac to make cheese. I didn’t have time to ponder how we were going to make cheese without dairy because I was too busy wondering what in the world was rejuvelac. Though I now know that rejuvelac is fermented soft wheat berries it still wouldn’t have helped the five minutes it took me to find it. We put the ingredients in a blender and added some salt and pepper and when it was complete I must admit it had a cheese like taste and a ricotta type texture.

On to my next task – I was given two large trays of extremely delicate sprigs of candied fennel and a small frosting spatula and was told to remove each one without breaking them. I got the hang of it right away and successfully removed each of these sweet crunchy vegetables. With only 3 to go – disaster struck – I broke one!! What to do?? I quickly slipped the piece of fennel into my mouth, where it was never seen again.

After a quick break for the staff lunch Adam led me downstairs to the spice room and had me taste several weird things, the weirdest being propolis. The scent was like black olive but it had a deep, somewhat sweet, and chalky taste. I was told that it was used for marinating venison and I agreed that it would really complement the gamey-ness of the venison.

Propolis

Then we started slicing and deseeding calamansi, which I now know are a small citrus fruit used often in Latin cooking. My curiosity of what it was primed me to ask if I could taste one. I was handed a whole one, about the size of a small lime, and was instructed to eat it whole. I was shocked for it had a rind, but I did as told and bit into one of the juiciest, sourest fruits I had ever had which was complimented by the sweetness of the rind. My mind is still racing with all of the interesting ways I could use this fruit.

Calamansi When very ripe

Moments later, the big man, Chef and part owner Giuseppe Tentori walked in. He greeted me and I thanked him for this great opportunity. He handed me a head band and wristband with the restaurant’s logo on it and then asked if I had an Iphone. I said yes and took mine out. He grabbed it, took my case of and slid on a new case with the logo of his new restaurant, G.T. Fish and Oyster. He asked me how it was going, we took a picture and he left (probably off to oversee things at G.T).

From Left to right: Friendly dessert lady who's name I forgot, Giuseppe, Me, Carl

Around six o’clock the dinner rush began. At this point the real pros needed to do their work and the kid (that’s me) needed to step aside. It was so thrilling to be behind the scenes watching the magic unfold and think back on what went on behind the scenes to get ready for “show time”. Though I was sidelined for my last couple hours it was still one of the greatest and richest cooking experiences. It was amazing to me that in such a busy and well regarded restaurant that they were willing to take the time to welcome me in and allow me to help out and learn. I can’t wait to be invited back and once I have a bit more experience maybe they will let me help out at G.T. Fish and Oyster (have you been there? Amazing fish tacos!)

What I learned:
• Cooking Crocs are clearly the way to go!
• There is still nothing glamorous about working in a kitchen
• Working in a successful restaurant kitchen is a lot like being on a successful sports team – everyone has their role but it is the combination of all of the efforts that create the “win”
• If you want to be a chef you had better make friends with the dishwashers
• You don’t know what you don’t know and I still don’t know a lot. But I am having a lot of fun learning!

Blog Post 2- Putting the Q in Lillie’s Q

This is my second blog post and its not easy yet! If you haven’t read my first post called Getting Started you might want to check it out as it lets you know who I am and why I am writing.

The really short version is this: 13 year old kid with great passion for food and cooking decides to develop his own work-study program to get exposure to and experience in kitchens around Chicago to find out if he has what it take to be a chef. This blog is where I plan to record my experiences and solicit input from my readers.

In my first post I explained how my true passion for the culinary world was cast in stone after coming in second at a cooking competition just before my 11th birthday. Well, a couple years and many great meals later I found myself in the parking lot of Ethyl’s Dive Bar for “Food Truck Thursdays”. While hanging in the parking lot talking with Stephanie Izard and sampling food from some of the trucks; my mom and I sparked up a conversation with Chef and Owner of Lillie’s Q Barbeque restaurant, Charlie McKenna. Charlie had just launched a food truck called Lillie’s Q Meat Mobile. After a few minutes of polite conversation my interest in cooking came up. My mom knew I was eager to get my work-study program off the ground and she asked if I would be able to come and “work” on the food truck for a day. Charlie was eager to help but said the real experience was in the restaurant not on the truck (due to current laws in Chicago they cannot actually cook on the trucks). He gave my mom his email and told her to follow up.

So, yesterday (December 3rd) I found myself at Lillie’s Q at noon prepared to work an 8 hour shift. Charlie was there when I arrived. He greeted me (had my parents sign a waiver) and brought me into the kitchen to meet the staff. As I walked in I was immediately engulfed in the fun and energetic atmosphere. Amazing food aromas mixed with the loud music coming from the speakers throughout the kitchen.

 

I was given a white button up chef’s shirt and an apron and thrown right into the action. I was then given a giant container and a recipe and was instructed by the bartender to make the bloody Mary mix for the afternoon. At first I was astonished to be given a task with such little instruction so soon, but I decided to give it a go. I managed to get all the ingredients from the many spice racks and walk in refrigerators and mix it all together without a problem. I did have a near disaster, as I was getting the container of horseradish I made the mistake of holding it by its lid. I was no more than one step out of the refrigerator when the base of the container dropped towards the floor. I guess all of the money my parents have spent on sports paid off because I caught, I kid you not, a centimeter from the floor without spilling a drop.

After that I asked one of the chefs, Jose, where I could get something to drink. I am pretty sure I lit up when he told me that I could go to the bar and fill up a cup with whatever I wanted from the soda gun. I, like most other kids, have always thought soda guns were awesome so now I was as close as it gets to living the dream!

Next Jose told me to follow him downstairs into the prep kitchen where he proceeded to open boxes of what seemed to be hundreds of racks of ribs. He gave me a vat of mustard, a brush, and six or seven large shakers of their rib rub or as they say “Dirt”. Jose told me to brush each side with mustard and cover each side with a generous coating of rub. He went back upstairs and I was once again left to my job alone. It was very cool to not only see how some of the best ribs I had ever eaten were made but actually be the one making them. The fun ended after about thirty racks when my arm started cramping up from repeating the same motion for such a long time.

The Delicious, now infamous rub

When I was done I brought the trays of ribs upstairs where they put them in the smoker. Next job was to stem a gargantuan amount of collard greens. What a tedious task! Stemming collard greens takes a long time and needs to be done perfectly because the stems are very hard to chew and even more bitter than the leaves. After what seemed like hours I was done, not to mention exhausted.

Apparently stemming collard greens is a job that is rewarded because the next thing I heard was, “What do you want for lunch?”. Seriously, in this mecca of bbq I was being asked what I wanted. I wanted everything!, “ I was handed a plate heaped with ribs, some tri-tip, tons of the great Lillie’s Q sauces, macaroni and cheese with breadcrumbs and bacon and some amazing fried pickles. I sat down and proceeded to devour one of the biggest, and best meals I have ever had.

Reenergized by my huge meal, I was ready to take on my next assignment which was to go down stairs and help James with whatever he needed… I spent the rest of the afternoon down stairs with James doing things like pulling chicken, making salad dressing, preparing hot links, making banana pudding, shucking oysters, and deveining shrimp. And the entire time James shared his philosophy with me on things that varied from life, to whether to have the garbage can to your left or right when cleaning chicken.

My parents came to pick me up at 8pm. I was exhausted and energized all at the same time. I had actually done it. I had worked in a real restaurant kitchen and I loved it.

What I learned:
• There is so much to learn…
• Basketball shoes are not made for working in for 8 hours straight. I am asking Santa for kitchen crocs!
• There is nothing glamorous about working in a restaurant kitchen
• Charlie is the vision behind the food and the restaurant experience but he isn’t there all the time
• The people at Lillie’s Q are wonderful – warm, inviting and passionate about what they do
• Lillie’s Q has taken bbq to the next level and turns out a product that is high quality and great tasting in a great setting

Blog Post 1- Getting Started…

I have heard it is easy to start a blog – “just jump right in” – is what everyone tells me.  Well, I am actually not finding it so easy.  I have so much to say and am not sure exactly where I start.  I am hoping that this will become a rich and ongoing conversation so I suppose I should start by introducing myself and telling you why I am starting a blog and what you can expect if you keep reading.

My name is Sam Wetzel and I have wanted to be a chef for as long as I can remember.  To me that is a long time but I am only 13 so I suppose “long” is a relative term.  Seriously from my earliest memories (and from all that family and friends have told me) I have been a full blown foodie.  My family is comprised of foodies – we love to eat, cook and talk about food – a lot. I am not sure when my love of food and eating evolved into an equal love of cooking but somewhere along the way my passion for a future packed with culinary adventures was cast in stone.

Me and renowned Spanish chef Hilario Arbelaitz

It started out small…  I would help my parents make dinner.  I would invent my own after school snacks. I would make breakfast for friends when they slept at my house.  Things like that.  As I cooked more I got more comfortable in the kitchen.  It didn’t hurt that friends and family that ate what I cooked really enjoyed my efforts.  The turning point for me was two summers ago, right before I turned 11.  We received a newsletter from a restaurant in Northbrook called Pinstripes.  Pinstripes is a local bocce, bowling and bistro restaurant.  They were hosting a cooking competition sponsored by Barilla Pasta.  There would be two competitions, one for adults and one for kids.  I quickly chose my recipe.  One of my specialties is a pasta sauce of Italian sausage, white beans, tomatoes and escarole.  By using ground Italian sausage the rich and spicy flavors of the sausage infuse the sauce with so much great taste. I serve it over rigatoni with lots of fresh grated Parmesan.  I needed to prepare the sauce at home and then finish it in the kitchen at Pinstripes.

My finished product

The "Chopping Block"

                                                    The Chopping block

I arrived at Pinstripes with a bubbling pot of sauce and prepared to cook the pasta, add the escarole and complete the dish.  Just entering the catering kitchen at Pinstripes was a cool experience.  I had never been in a restaurant kitchen and it was pretty cool.  I was immediately approached by the head chef at Pinstripes, Mark (who incidentally opened a restaurant in Highwood called The Tap House Grill last year).  He informed me that I was the only “kid” that had registered for the contest and I would be competing with the adults!  Since this is ancient history I won’t go into any more details except to say that of 20 people in the contest, I received second place (I really deserved first).  I have played basketball, football and lacrosse since I was very little and I love playing on sports teams but this was the single most exciting victory in my 11 years!  From that moment on I truly embraced my love of all things culinary.

We go out to eat a lot and because of my parent’s business I have been able to meet my share of chefs.  And not just in Chicago.  I have met great chefs in NY, Santa Fe, Tuscany and just last year in Barcelona and San Sebastian.  It is amazing to me that almost every chef I meet tries to convince me to choose another path.  They are partly joking but they all tell me just how hard it is.  So I was thinking that I should find out for myself if I have what it takes.

My plan is my own personal work-study program – simply put, to work in as many Chicago area restaurants as I can over the next few years and find out if I am cut out for life as a chef.  Certainly there will be college and culinary school but first I want to roll up my sleeves and see what I can learn from the great chefs in the great restaurants of my hometown.

So, now you know who I am – a kid that likes to cook and eat.  But why the blog??  A few reasons:

  • First, I love to talk about food
  • Second, all my parent’s friends come to me for recommendations on where to go to eat and what to make when they are cooking at home
  • Third, the blog goes hand in hand with my work-study program.  Why do they go hand in hand?  Well first it is an interesting endeavor and I want to share my story with other kids that are trying to follow their own passions.  And second,  I need my mom to help set up the cooking opportunities and to drive me to the restaurants and she won’t help unless I blog.  So, I am blogging…

What will I blog about?  Everything that has to do with food – eating, cooking, dining experiences…  For people looking for restaurant recommendations I will have plenty of those.  For people looking to learn the inside scoop on some of the great restaurants and chefs in Chicago there will be plenty of that.  If you are pursuing a career in the culinary arts my experiences might be of interest.  If you are a chef and you want to support my work-study efforts you will be able to learn a bit about me.  And of course if you are family and friends then it is obligatory that you read my blog and give me encouragement as well as liberal doses of constructive criticism.

Which brings me to feedback…  While I am not very well versed in the blogosphere (that actually is a word!) I do know that the key is to make a blog very interactive.  So, this is not a speech.  It is a conversation.  I will talk first and then hopefully you will weigh in.

Finally, my blog name.  Its SAM v FOOD.  Just like MAN v FOOD which is one of my favorite shows and it was also my bar mitzvah theme so I already have the logo!

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