It’s hard to believe, but it’s been a year since Brian’s fire. I’m relieved to report that everyone is doing well. Except for some scars on Brian’s neck where they did the skin grafting, you’d have no idea that he’d been on fire. As for his friend, Eric aka Jellyboy the Clown, he toured the world this year, performing in Europe and Asia. And, in recognition for his bravery and heroism, Captain James F. Hay of Ladder Company 163 was awarded the M. J. Delehanty Medal by the New York City Fire Department this past spring.
Still, the anniversary (or “burniversary” as Rich has taken to calling it) brings me back to the days after the fire. We heard the news on July 3 and spent July 4 driving down to New York to the hospital. There are little things about visiting people on a burn unit you don’t know about until you get there. Before going into any rooms, you have to cover yourself, head to toe, in hospital gowns and cap, to prevent infection. If you want to leave the room and go to the bathroom, you have to remove the gown and cap, put them into the laundry, and put on a new gown and cap before reentering the room.
Even though the burn unit preferred to keep the visitors down to one or two at a time, there were some afternoons where I’d find myself dragging chairs in from up and down the hallway to provide seats to the piles of people who wanted to see Brian. Someone even asked one of the annoyed nurses if Brian was the most popular person they’d ever had on the unit. She thought about it for a second, then responded that the Shah had had more guests.
There were a few quiet moments when I would sit in a chair by Brian’s bedside, reading, and he’d get to rest in between the afternoon rush of visitors. I found this recipe in the July 11, 2011, issue of New York Magazine. I had my fingers pinched and was about to rip it out but stopped myself. “Brian?” I whispered quietly. “Yes, darling?” he answered, with his eyes still closed. “There’s this recipe in this magazine. Do you think it’d be OK if I clipped it? I mean, I don’t want to take it if…” Brian laughed: “Well, since most of the fire was in the kitchen, oh, and because I burned down my entire apartment, I don’t think I’ll be doing any cooking anytime soon.”
The recipe calls for Panisse Lettuce, which it describes as “frilly lime-green” and “an oak-leaf and a butterhead…with a tender but sturdy-enough leaves and a bittersweet flavor that fairly cries out for a zingy dressing like the pistachio vinaigrette Greenmarket guru Dan Kluger has concocted over at ABC Kitchen.” I know, pistachio vinaigrette? How could I leave that behind?
When I went to the farmer’s market this afternoon, I was told panisse lettuce wouldn’t be available for another week or two. She suggested I substitute a deer head lettuce for something a little different, which I gladly did. It cost me a dollar. I don’t own Champagne vinegar and just used red wine. It was still very delicious. The radishes I had on hand are the ones that came in last week’s CSA; I don’t think you need to go out of your way to find French breakfast ones. And I always keep the garlicky lemon green olives from Whole Foods in my fridge, but if you come across the Sevillano or Manzanilla olives, then definitely use those.
Dan Kluger’s Panisse Lettuce with Pistachio Vinaigrette
For the dressing:
½ cup extra-virgin olive oil
¼ cup + 2 Tablespoons raw pistachios
½ Thai chile, seeded and minced
4 teaspoons lemon juice
3 Tablespoons Champagne vinegar
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
For the salad:
2 heads panisse lettuce (or Boston, or Bibb, or Butter)
2 Tablespoons chives, finely chopped
2 Tablespoons oregano, finely chopped
2 Tablespoons mint, finely chopped
2 Tablespoons tarragon, finely chopped
8 French breakfast radishes, thinly sliced into rounds
½ cup Sevillano or Manzanilla olives, pitted and chopped
For the dressing: In a small pot, heat olive oil and pistachios together over a low flame until warm. Place warm pistachios in food processor and pulse until roughly chopped. Immediately pour pistachio mixture into bowl with Thai chile, and let sit for ten minutes. Add lemon juice, Champagnes vinegar, kosher salt and ground pepper.
For the salad: Honestly, I find lettuce from the farmer’s market incredibly gritty, so I’m not going to give you the directions provided about slicing the heads in half. Clean the lettuce leaves by soaking them in a large bowl of cold water. Change the water if you think the lettuce still looks a little gritty. Remove the leaves from the bowl and spin dry in a salad spinner. Rip the leaves and place them on a platter. Sprinkle with the radish and olives. Spoon vinaigrette on top of platter. Make sure to bring the dressing to the table so people may apply more if they really like it.
So glad the news is good one year on. It’s a vividly painful image–as always, it’s little details like having to suit up to prevent infection…
My sister is a critical care nurse in a burn unit. I’m so glad to hear your friend and Jellyboy the clown are back in action. I’m always inspired by the restraint and make-do attitude in your posts. No panisse lettuce? No problem, use another variety. “I don’t own Champagne vinegar and just used red wine.” Of course you did! Ken
Your sister is an angel. Seriously, I was so emotionally spent from just a week on the burn unit, I can’t imagine what it must be like to go there every single day.
It’s true, there is a bit of a make-do attitude in my recipes. What ends up happening a lot of the time is I try not to list an ingredient that’s too expensive and can only be used once or twice. I’d hate to have a reader go out and spend a lot on something very minor. So not Cheap Beets of me to do so, if you ask me. 🙂
Glad your friend Briank is OK. For the record, I always have those WF lemon green olives in my fridge too!
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I’m glad to hear that Brian’s recovered so well. Tell him I said hi.