Labskaus belongs to my childhood food. As I learned to know it, it was a mishmash of potatoes, red beets and some other fillings a child is unable to analyze, and it came with a pickle wedge (or is it wedge of pickle), a pickled herring of one or another sort and a fried egg. This is, more or less, how my mom makes labskaus. She’ll chime in and protest, I’m sure: labskaus is, in fact, not a recipe: it is once through the pantry and back. Of course, we’re talking a ship’s pantry.
My thoughts keep returning to Daffy Duck and the line, halfway into the cartoon “Duck Amuck”: “Thea picture, eh? I alwayth wanted to do a thea epic,” (I did supply a YouTube link, but it died). So, yes, when I looked on the web for orrriginal labskaus recipes, fantasies of twenty hungry sailors, of a stiff breeze and of shrieks of greedy gulls started forming in my mind. Here’s a list of ingredients with which someone’s father used to cook true navy-style labskaus forty years ago: 5 kilogram (11 lbs) of salted pork, same amont of salted beef. 8 kg (17 1/2 lbs) potatoes, the non-fluffy kind. 2 1/2 kg (5 1/2 lbs) onions. 1 1/4 kg (2 3/4 lbs) butter. Pickled herring and eggs to serve.
The author of this writes that those recipes that add red beets to the mash are Not Authentick; the red color of labskaus comes from the salted meat. I have an issue with red beets: they upset my stomach and give me a headache. One day shortly after a lunch with warm beets, a neighbor’s kid split my head open with a huge enameled green pan that functioned as a toy in his sandbox (I was about five years old). I saw too much red on that day. A good reason to test the sea picture mash. Since there are no twenty hungry sailors here who have been scraping rust or done whatever else sailors do in the cold for a whole morning I scaled the total amount down a bit, as can be seen on the pictures.
One pot of meat didn’t make the picture, but you get the idea. The onions are peeled, diced not too finely and cooked in the butter until translucent but not brown (I am omitting the original eight exclamation marks after “brown”).
Now the meat and the potatoes are pushed through the largest holes of the meat grinder.
All this gets mixed together in a large bowl. Add some of the cooking water of the meat to get a good not-too-dry consistency. Spice with pepper.
Looks like some of the culinary horrors from Calvin and Hobbes, doesn’t it? Well, the fish and the eggs are still missing. The original recipe calls for Rollmops, sour herring-fillet rolls with a pickle inside. Sweden has no such thing as Rollmops, so we went for pickled fried herrings. These turned out to be not only salty but sweet as well and didn’t have the entirely right character. Nevertheless, here they are:
No egg: Robin doesn’t like them, and I have to honor the photographer, don’t I? Here’s the whole combo:
Now the big surprise. It’s really good! Nothing for every day to be sure, you get a month’s share of onions and butter, but nevertheless, great food for a day like today: after a long rainy winter, it has snowed six inches.