I approached Nobu’s Vegetarian Cookbook with some excitement. Unlike the other cookbooks in this series—Andrew Carmellini’s American Flavor, Kurt Gutenbrunner’s Neue Cuisine, and Aarón Sánchez’s Simple Food, Big Flavor—I wouldn’t have to root around for the meat-free options. And while I couldn’t immediately think of any vegetarian dishes I had had at a Nobu restaurant, I could imagine what to expect (and Adam has had much success with the recipe for miso black cod from Nobu: The Cookbook). Plus, look at that cover! The entire book is gorgeous.
As I flipped through, however, I grew discouraged. Many of the recipes require deep-frying or obscure ingredients (udo stem, tossa jute leaves, mountain yam, agar powder, Okyuto gellied agar sheet—and that’s just the first six recipes). I don’t allow deep-frying at home—our kitchen has no vent to the outside—and I didn’t want to spend days tracking down ingredients. Also, I scratched anything that called for truffles. If I had a truffle lying around, I’d scramble eggs and call it a night.
Over and over again I got excited about a recipe, only to find that it was more complex than I had thought—the recipes tend to involve a subrecipe or two, which are grouped together in the back of the book. I understand this made more room for the photos, but as a cookbook user, I object.
Here’s what I landed on:
• Colorful Ceviche
• Grilled Leek with White Miso Dressing
• Cold Buckwheat Noodles with Ceviche Dipping Sauce
Those three recipes involved four subrecipes—Ceviche Sauce, White Miso Dressing, Dry Miso, and Kombu Dashi Stock—which I’ve placed at the end of this post, appropriately enough.
I put the cooking off for months. With summer came tomatoes and corn, which we tend to prefer as simply prepared as possible. Finally, out at the house we rent in Litchfield, Conn., I announced we would be cooking from Nobu’s Vegetarian Cookbook and that was that. (I’m kind of tired of corn and tomatoes.) That meant trucking up a lot of the ingredients, because I knew the Stop & Shop would be useless. I think I’m getting a reputation there as the guy who buys the weird vegetables—radicchio, frisée, turnips, radishes….
Remarkably, we already had mirin, yuzu juice (yuzu is like a lemon crossed with a tangerine), grapeseed oil, and rice vinegar. Feeling stung by Suzanne’s comment about a cookbook reader who made a mockery of a recipe, I decided I’d go the extra mile to track down the other ingredients. I walked up to Sunshine Market on Broome, where I found kombu, soba, and Kewpie mayonnaise (we decided to make Andrew Carmellini’s okonomiyaki-style corn on the cob for another meal), and I hauled myself up to Kalustyan’s for the aji amarillo paste. (Thanks for the tip to eat in the restaurant above the store!) I did skip the “micro greens for topping” and “myoga ginger buds.” Life is too short.
I started by making the Dry Miso. You spread it in dish (a spatula seemed to work instead of the required palette knife) and stick it in the oven for “1 to 2 hours, being careful not to allow the miso to darken.” The house has a propane oven that burns very hot, so I set the temperature lower and the timer for 30 minutes.
Then I set to work on the Ceviche Sauce, a mix of lemon juice, yuzu juice, garlic, ginger, soy sauce, and aji amarillo paste. It was so tasty I wanted to drink it.
I asked Adam to deal with the Kombu Dashi. The recipe isn’t complex—you steep seaweed in 140-degree water for 50 minutes—but in light of recent events, I didn’t trust my ability to keep the cooktop (also propane) at a steady low temperature. Remarkably, (a) the house had a thermometer, and (b) the cooktop’s lowest setting kept the Kombu Dashi at 140 degrees! The book says you should strain the broth through a sieve and a kitchen towel, but I wasn’t sure the owners of the house would appreciate that. Rather than decide that “kitchen towel” is how “paper towel” translates from Japanese, we hoped that a fine-mesh sieve would do. It looked OK, not that we would know better, and the kitchen smelled like a Japanese restaurant.
Soba, we learned, doesn’t swell up like pasta, so we ended up with fewer noodles than we had expected. And we weren’t quite sure what was missing from the “1/4 plucked cilantro leaves.”
The Bottom Line
Even with prepping instructions that made no sense whatsoever—and even without the Dry Miso—the silky, creamy leeks were the high point. To be honest, we might have preferred them without any of the White Miso Dressing, but then we probably put too much of it on. (And this being a rental house, we didn’t have a sharp knife, so we ended up with a pile rather than the book’s suggested presentation.)
The Colorful Ceviche wasn’t a ceviche by any definition I know. The vegetables don’t “cook” at all. (Maybe if you let them marinate, but the recipe mentions no such thing.) It was a chopped salad—a nice change-up from a chopped salad with a normal vinaigrette, and healthy as can be (vegan, no oil), but also sort of blah. Maybe springier vegetables (asparagus, peas, snap peas) would’ve helped. Or fewer types of veggies: I blanched the okra but forgot to include it, so I had it the next day at lunch with the Ceviche Sauce, and it was marvelous.
And two weeks later, I incorporated the White Miso dressing in several vinaigrettes, each of which had a mysterious deliciousness that I credit to the miso.
The takeaway, then, is that the dressings and sauces section—relegated to the back of the book—is the keeper.