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Melting Cabbage — What the Cold Ridge Weather Called For

Carol called Tuesday with a report on the apple butter situation. She had taken the state fair second place as a loss and studied it methodically, which is entirely like her — she does not simply accept a result, she figures out why. She had gone back to the judge's notes, which are available if you ask, and found that the criticism was about consistency of texture and a slightly under-developed caramel depth. So she has been experimenting since August with longer cooking times and a different apple blend — mixing Cortlands with a harder variety for structure — and she made me taste a jar of the new batch over the phone, which is to say she described it in detail and I tried to imagine it.

She thinks the key is the transition between liquid and set. Apple butter has to be cooked long enough that the sugars fully caramelize and the pectin binds without any commercial help, and the margin between not-quite-done and overcooked is narrow. She has been pulling test spoonfuls every fifteen minutes and checking the set on a cold plate, the same way you check jam. I told her about Helen's method with the cold plate and she said she had been doing exactly that but the cold plate method works better at altitude, which is something I had never considered — Helen and I are at eleven hundred feet above sea level and Carol is closer to seventeen hundred in Stowe. The air is different. The boiling point is lower. Carol factored that in and adjusted her cook time. I told her Helen would have been fascinated by that level of analysis.

The foliage hit its peak this week on the ridge. Wednesday and Thursday were clear and the color was the best in recent memory — the combination of a dry August and a cold September snap seems to have pushed the pigments hard. I drove out to the overlook on Route 12 on Thursday afternoon, the one where you can see three counties, and sat in the truck for twenty minutes just looking. There were a dozen other cars parked there doing the same thing. Vermont has a way of making strangers communal about beauty. Nobody spoke but everyone was clearly in the same state of mild astonishment.

I made a roasted carrot and apple soup this week that came together from what was on hand — the last of the late season carrots, two apples that were starting to soften, a butternut squash from the shelf, vegetable stock, a finish of cider vinegar and a touch of ginger. Simple and clean and exactly what the weather called for. I posted the recipe and had a comment from Bill in Maine within the hour saying he had almost the same combination of vegetables waiting on his counter. We seem to converge on the same seasonal instincts without planning it, which is one of the things I appreciate about corresponding with another New England gardener in his seventies.

The soup felt right for that particular week, but the cabbage I had sitting in the cold porch was asking to be dealt with next, and after all the conversation with Carol about patience and process — the fifteen-minute checks, the cold plate, the willingness to let something cook until it actually becomes what it is meant to be — I wanted a recipe that asked the same thing of me. Melting cabbage is that recipe. You are not rushing it. You are just keeping it company until it gets where it needs to go.

Melting Cabbage

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour 10 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 20 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 medium head green cabbage (about 2 lbs), cut through the core into 4 wedges
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
  • 1 large yellow onion, thinly sliced
  • 4 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 cup vegetable stock
  • 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
  • 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves (or 1/2 teaspoon dried)
  • 1/2 teaspoon caraway seeds (optional)
  • 3/4 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
  • 1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • Flaky salt, for finishing

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 325°F. Pat the cabbage wedges dry and season the cut sides with salt and pepper.
  2. Sear the cabbage. Melt 2 tablespoons of butter in a large oven-safe skillet or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Place the cabbage wedges cut-side down and sear without moving them for 4–5 minutes, until deeply golden. Flip to the second cut side and sear another 3–4 minutes. Transfer wedges to a plate and set aside.
  3. Build the base. Reduce heat to medium. Add the remaining 2 tablespoons butter to the pan. Add the sliced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and beginning to color, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic, thyme, and caraway seeds if using, and cook another 2 minutes until fragrant.
  4. Deglaze and nestle. Pour in the vegetable stock and apple cider vinegar, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan. Bring to a simmer, then nestle the cabbage wedges back in, seared-side up. Season the liquid with the measured salt and pepper.
  5. Braise low and slow. Cover the pan tightly with a lid or foil and transfer to the oven. Braise for 45 minutes. Uncover and continue cooking another 15–20 minutes, until the cabbage is completely tender through the core, the liquid has reduced, and the cut surfaces are caramelized and collapsing at the edges.
  6. Finish and serve. Spoon the braising liquid and onions over the wedges. Finish with a pinch of flaky salt and serve directly from the pan with good bread to catch the pan juices.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 175 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 16g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 380mg

Walter Bergstrom
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Walter Bergstrom
Week 393 of Walter’s 30-year story · Burlington, Vermont
Walt is a seventy-three-year-old retired high school history teacher from Burlington, Vermont — a Vietnam veteran, a widower, and a grandfather of five who cooks New England comfort food in the same kitchen where his wife Margaret made bread every Saturday for forty years. He lost Margaret to a stroke in 2021, and now he bakes her bread himself, not because he's good at it but because the smell fills the house and for an hour she's still there.

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