Monday, April 30, 2012

Sarma: A Serbian Tradition




As you step outside, the frosty air hits you, and then-without warning-it just overwhelms you; you can feel it filling up your lungs and spreading over your entire body.  Coming from the sweltering heats of Uganda, where yellow grass covers the hilly landscape, the Serbian winters left me in complete awe. The cold was refreshing, like a sweet iced drink that leaves your whole mouth tingling. And the sight of the white, white snow—now that left you tingling throughout. It was as if a sparkling white carpet had been spread over the entire city. Belgrade is my hometown, and maybe for this reason it has remained to me the most beautiful place in the world. The last winter I spent back home is the only one I can remember; my mom, sister, and I had returned to Serbia for six months and although the time was short-lived, Christmastime and the sarma we ate one night, remains vividly in my memory. My dad had come back from Uganda for Christmas, and our whole family sat around the dining room table, chattering away, laughing, and listening to the mellow music that played in the background. It was snowing outside but amidst the darkness, lights peered through and I could still see the white sparkle that had fascinated me so much as a child. A light green, slightly transparent roll sat on my plate; surrounding it was a brown sauce. I cut through the piece of sarma, and I took my first bite. The taste was tangy, sweet, and salty all at the same time. I was wrapped up in scarfs yet the sarma offered such warmth in the cold winter. The gentle chatter coupled with the lights, snow, and sarma was of much comfort, and in that moment, everything seemed perfect. We returned to Uganda only a couple of weeks later and since, I have not spent another winter in Belgrade. Sarma however, will forever remind of home, family, and that Christmas of 1997. My mom continues to make sarma every year for Christmas, Easter, and Slava, as part of the Serbian tradition, and in some way, this takes me back home for the holidays. Serbs eat sarma for special occasions (most often religious) but even though sarma is closely associated with Serbia, the food originates from Turkey and variations are found throughout the Mediterranean/Balkan region, making sarma a dish that transcends cultural and religious barriers.

Growing up overseas, I sometimes had difficulty relating to Serbs, Serbian culture, and even my hometown. Over time, I became very aware of how different things would have been had my parents chosen to stay in Belgrade, and I often wished that they had; the concept of ‘home’ had become so foreign to me that I could not refer to either Serbia or Uganda as ‘home’. However, returning to Serbia during the summer would bring me such joy; hearing Serbian made me happy, and being in my hometown felt great. I wanted more than anything to feel a part of the culture with which the rest of my family identified. As I got older, I realized that amongst other things, food enables me to connect to home. Having sarma with my family for Christmas, Easter or Slava is something that I have always been able to share with other Serbs, and has become one of the few Serbian traditions that I can be a part of even abroad. As such, I grew up with the preconception that sarma was a Serbian dish and that the word “sarma” was in fact Serbian. I was therefore somewhat surprised when I learned of its Turkish origins. Many common Serbian dishes and drinks are from Turkey: baklava, Turkish coffee, and burek. It never occurred to me however, that sarma too came from Turkey. Turkish culture has for a long time now been prominent in Serbia and has become a part of Serbian culture itself. Tsar Lazar stood against the Ottomans at the Battle of Kosovo in 1389 and as a result, the Southeast portion of the Serbian Empire fell under Turkish rule. By 1459, Serbia was annexed and the territory that is now the Republic of Serbia was part of the Ottoman Empire throughout the Early Modern period. Ottoman culture significantly influenced the region, in architecture, cuisine, linguistics, and dress. One of the many foods that the Ottomans brought into Serbia was sarma. Sarma means “a wrapped thing” or “something wrapped” in Turkish while the verb “sarmlak” means “to wrap” or “to roll”. There are other variations of the word in other Balkan regions in which the Ottomans had significant influence. Bulgarians refer to sarma as “surma” and Romanians call it “sarmale”(Alderson). While Serbs eat sarma on special occasions Turks consider sarma an ordinary dish and often prepare it the ‘short’ way (with grape vine leaves, or fresh cabbage instead of sour cabbage).

Serbs say that to make the perfect sarma, one must steal a stone from the century old pile by the parliamentary building. The stone will be perfect in every way: size, density, ‘smoothness’, and shape. At the end of autumn, families in Serbia traditionally collect rocks from the cobblestone streets to prepare the sour cabbage for sarma-making and this officially marks the beginning of the ‘sarma season’ (Milisavljevic) These rocks are used to hold down entire heads of cabbage under water in oak barrels; the cabbage soaks for weeks and the longer, the sourer. Making sarma the ‘short’ way often means buying the sour cabbage from a store or market. I grew up learning however, that store bought cabbage does not do sarma any justice, and that the sour cabbage must be homemade. My grandma used to say, “All it takes is stones, buckets, and salt...It’s hardly cooking.” Indeed, there is an old tale that says that the stones from the parliamentary building produce the best sour cabbage and every year, kids pull pranks and attempt to take the parliamentary stones. The winter of 1997, I remember my grandma taking out the cabbage that had been stored away for weeks. The smell took over the entire kitchen but overtime, as my mom and grandma began making the rice and meat, the odor became pleasant and tasty. Everyone knew that the better the smell, the closer the holidays were. Because there are no seasons in Uganda, my mom usually waits until the end of November to begin preparing the sour cabbage. Our ‘first sarma’ of the year is for Slava: the celebration of our family’s patron saint, Saint Nicholas (nineteenth of December). Slava is a Serbian Orthodox tradition of the celebration and veneration of a family’s own patron saint, and is celebrated on the patron saint’s feast day (of course, many families share the same patron saint). In the days coming up to Slava, families spend their time preparing food and getting the house ready for guests. On the day, starting early in the morning, guests show up with gifts (chocolates, flowers, wine), and they share food, drink wine, listen to music, and enjoy the company. The affair can last up till the early hours of the morning and the hosts must continue serving food and socializing until the last guests leave. Most importantly, people can show up as they like: there are no invites and everyone is welcome. Sarma has been the main dish for Slava since the eighteenth century, and where there is a Slava, there is sarma (Milisavljevic) The two come hand in hand, and as such, sarma has become an important dish in Serbian culture. Sarma symbolizes festivity, family, and friends. Not only do we prepare sarma for Slava but also, for Christmas (the ‘second sarma’) and Easter (‘the third sarma’). It is strange though, that sarma, a dish that defines Serbian holidays and cuisine, has little meaning in Turkey from where the dish originates.

The parliamentary building, Belgrade. 

For Serbs, sarma became one of those ‘special occasion meals’ because of its long preparation (Milisavljevic). Growing up in a Serbian household, I learnt that preparing food is almost as important as eating the food itself, especially during the holidays. Preparation gives time for families to share stories, to bond, and to spend time together.  Sarma-making  begins in autumn (preparing the sour cabbage)  and continues through to Christmastime (most Slavas are within this period, however some are in the middle of the year and preparation patterns do vary by family). Even though making the sour cabbage takes the longest time, other preparations take almost twenty-four hours collectively. Making the rice and meat filling takes approximately three hours to mix and fry, and the stuffing process takes another two hours or so. Pork chops must also be prepared and seasoned (they are placed between layers of sarma). Then, the rolls must simmer for up to seven hours on low heat. Because Serbs prepare sarma in stages, and over such a long period of time, families spend time making sarma together. The complex process means there is a task for everyone; my sister and I usually cut up vegetables, and roll up the meat and rice, my dad does the pork chops, and my mom does the ‘real’ cooking.  Sarma-making is a whole event in and of itself, and the days of preparation sets up the festive atmosphere, and allows for some alone time for family before guests start coming over.

However, only in Southeastern Europe does sarma take weeks to prepare; in other regions including Turkey, fresh cabbage or grapevine leaves are used instead of sour cabbage. The sarmas are also usually thinner and much lighter than sarma eaten in Serbia and other Southeastern regions such as Dalmatia. According to food historians, the first variation of sarma was the Turkish “dolma” or the Greek “thrion”. The earliest recipes that date back to the first century AD made use of blanched grape leaves, in which rice, herbs, and minced lamb was wrapped (Dalby) The Turks referred to these rolls as “dolma” which has today become synonymous with “sarma”. Like “sarma”, the word “dolma” is of Turkish origin and is derived from the verb “dolmal” which means, “to fill”. Davidson claims however, that the Ottoman origin of sarma or dolma is sometimes obscured by the fact that in some countries stuffed vegetables may be referred to by a native name that also means, “stuffed”. For example, in Kuwait, sarma or dolma is called “mahshi brag” (Davidson) The use of grape/fig leaves as an ingredient in cooking is however, limited to Greece, the Balkans, and the Middle East. Nowhere in Europe, not even in any of the vine-growing regions of the European Mediterranean west, do we find any dish even resembling dolma, sarma, or thrion. Perhaps one reason that the dish did not make it beyond Greece and never spread in Western Europe is because the Ottomans never made that far

Serbian sarma made with cabbage
Turkish sarma (or dolma) made
with grapevine leaves


The etymology suggests that sarma or dolma is of Ottoman origin however, the stuffing of vegetables has its roots in Arab cookery of the early Islamic empire in Baghdad (Wright) In the time that the Middle East was part of the Ottoman Empire, the Turks took from Arab cuisine, and the basis of sarma (stuffing) therefore, may be of Arab origin. Ancient Greeks also had a similar dish which they prepared using fig leavesDuring the winter months, the ancient Greeks stuffed pickled fig leaves with sweetened cheese. These fig leaf recipes were later found in Croatia, more specifically in Dalmatia, and today, are common in Northwestern Italy. During World War II, those exiled from Dalmatia took fig leaf sarma recipes with them to Italy. In the novel “Esilio” (Exile), Enzo Bettiza mentions arambasici (sarma) as one of the give central meals of Dalmatian cuisine (Dalby). Because sarma transcends so many borders, its definition has become somewhat ambiguous. The Oxford English Dictionary defines ‘dolma’ in five different ways; each definition is categorized by year. The 1889 definition states, “A Turkish dish made of vine-leaves, egg-plant, gourds, etc., stuffed with rice and chopped meat” while the most recent definition from 1962 states, “Vine leaves stuffed with various mixtures and served in a tomato, or egg and lemon sauce.” The wide array of definitions reflects the diversity of sarma. The dish can be made in a variety of different ways, and can be found in a number of regions worldwide. Sarma has traveled, and moved around. The dish has evolved accordingly, and people have adjusted sarma to ‘agree’ with their cultureThe way in which a certain region or family prepares sarma therefore reflects much about their culture. The Ottomans originally ate sarma with vegetables and grapevine leaves yet in Serbia, we use sour cabbage, meat, and plenty of oil. Indeed, Serbs would be more likely to use meat. Not only does meat define Serbian cuisine but also, keeps people well-fed through the cold winters. Rarely does one find a vegetarian Serb, and as such Serbs have always made sarma with meat (they also cook the sarma with pork chops).

I talked to my sister, Ana, a couple of weeks ago and she told me,  “Sarma doesn’t even taste that good… but having sarma is always exciting...I guess it tastes good because it’s so special.” For me and my family, sarma has always been a special meal. Not only does it remind me of home and the long gone Christmas of 1997 but also, includes me in the culture with which I have struggled to identify. That being said, I have come to realize the bigger picture. Sarma does not just represent the holiday season, family, and friends. Sarma represents who I am. The dish exists across an array of borders, and today, the origin no longer matters. Sarma does not belong to one or the other, but to everyone, and its travels have changed the way it once used to be. Like me, it does not have one home but instead, has many. Moving around since I was one and half years old was in many ways difficult but the places where I have been and those in which I have lived, have shaped the person that I am today. In each place, there is something special with which I will always have a connection.
Recipe

Ingredients
1 pound ground beef
½ pound ground pork
½ pound ground ham
1 cup uncooked white rice
1 onion, finely chopped
1 egg
½ teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon coarse ground black pepper
1 pound sauerkraut
Water to cover

Directions
Part A
1)      Find a heavy, compact, dense, smooth block of rock.
2)      Get an oak barrel (a wooden bucket will do).
3)      Wash each head of cabbage and if there are some leaves beginning to rot, remove them.
4)      Use a very sharp, pointed knife to cut the ‘core’ in the middle out of the cabbage.
5)      Rub salt all over the cabbage head.
6)      Fill the barrel with the cabbage heads and starting pouring water into the barrel. While pouring the water in, add about 2 pounds of salt. Also add a whole cleaned and peeled red beet in it. Place the barrel in a shady storage area where the temperature will remain constant.
7)      Place the wooden lid on the barrel. The wooden lid will most likely float (the water should be filled to the brim).
8)      Wash the stone thoroughly and place it on top of the lid. The lid will push down on the cabbage and prevent any contact between the cabbage and air.
9)      The process of souring lasts about a month. About once a week, the water in the barrel is replaced. The cabbage can be kept in the barrel for months, and can be used accordingly.

Part B
The cabbage: Take a large head of cabbage, with big, healthy leaves. Take all the individual leaves off. Wash them thoroughly in hot water, several times if needed, i.e., if your sauerkraut is too salty or acidic. Drain the water and dry the leaves. Each leaf has a thick central stem which needs to be carefully thinned (with a sharp knife) so that it can be folded and wrapped nicely. Using one leaf per wrap makes large wraps with a high meat: cabbage ratio (the way I like it). Alternatively, one can cut each leaf in half and use each half to make a small wrap. Just be consistent with your choice: all big or all small.

Meat filling: Use 1kg (2 pounds) of ground meat: beef, veal, pork, sausage or – the best – a mix of veal and pork.
Cut up an onion and put it in a skillet with some animal fat (oil will do, if you prefer). Cut up and add some smoked bacon or neck (or other smoked meat). Add salt, black pepper and ground red pepper. When the onion gets brown, add the ground meat, mix well, and fry it for about 10 minutes. At the end, add a cup of raw, white rice (in some places, for additional touch of authenticity, they add barley or oats instead of rice, but I don’t like this as rice remains somewhat firmer with prolonged cooking).

Wrapping: Take a large plate and put a single cabbage leaf on it. Put a tablespoon of the meat mix on the leaf, start folding/rolling the leaf at one end to cover the meat and start wrapping to the end. When you have a wrap that looks like a pillow, use thumb to tuck the loose end of the cabbage into the wrap. Repeat until all the meat is wrapped.


Cooking: Take a large pot and put some dry/smoked meat (e.g., ribs or neck) on the bottom. Start stacking the wraps in the pot. Stack them tightly against each other. Place the last remaining cabbage leaves on top. Put a little bit of water in – not too much as you do not want it to boil over and out of the pot. Get it to boil on the stove on 'very low' for several hours. Make sure it does not over-boil. 

Works Cited

Alderson, A. D. ., and Fahir İz. The Concise Oxford Turkish Dictionary. Oxford: Clarendon, 1987. Print.

Dalby, Andrew. Siren Feasts: A History of Food and Gastronomy in Greece. London: Routledge, 1997. Print.

Davidson, Alan, and Tom Jaine. The Oxford Companion to Food. Oxford: Oxford UP, 2006. Print.

“Dolma.” Oxford English Dictionary. 2nd Edition. 1989. Online.

Milisavljevic, Ana. "Sarma." Online interview. 21 Apr. 2012.

Milisavljevic, Marija. “Sarma.” Online interview. 21 Apr. 2012.

Wright, Clifford A. A Mediterranean Feast. New York: Morrow, 1999. Print.

Monday, April 2, 2012

I left the ‘Emory Bubble’!



Since coming to Emory, I haven’t been off campus much and my experiences in Atlanta have unfortunately, been limited. However, this past weekend my sister and her friend came to visit. We spent Saturday exploring downtown and I realized after living here for eight months that I really enjoy the city (slightly overdue, I know). We spent quite some time walking around aimlessly, just getting the feel for the area and checking out anything we came across: The Olympic Park, a couple of restaurants, and this one circle with a statue (not sure what it’s called…) In the process, we found PittyPat’s porch, the oldest restaurant in downtown Atlanta. Hungry and tired, we walked in but we didn’t really expect what we found. The place took us back decades ago. There were rocking chairs, carpeted floors, brick walls and old wooden tables and chairs. The décor coupled with the aroma of fresh bread and homemade desserts reminded me of my Grandma’s house.  As soon as we walked in, we knew we wanted to eat there. We didn’t plan on staying there long but somehow, we did. Warm and cozy, the restaurant made us feel like we were in another little world, separate from the hustle and bustle of the city. 

 Downstairs! 
accessatlanta.com 

For our appetizers, we ordered the South Georgia Crawfish dip and Fried Green Tomatoes (the waitress recommended both). They were delicious. I don’t usually like seafood but the crawfish dip was so creamy and coupled with the crackers, was the perfect starter. The fried green tomatoes were the perfect blend of spice, crunch, and saucy-ness. The salad bar offered great variety, and the bread reminded me of the bakeries back home in Serbia. Later on, I ordered Aunt PittyPat’s fried chicken. The chicken was crunchy on the outside and juicy on the inside. I expected it to be somewhat greasy but it wasn’t at all… nor was it dry. It was just right. What’s more, you could tell that all these foods were made from scratch. The meal was definitely the closest thing to a home cooked meal that I have eaten all semester. In fact, everything was so home-y; both the food and the restaurant gave a certain sense of warmth and comfort. I also got to know a little bit more about Southern culture in the US (also somewhat overdue…) 


 
The chicken!!!! 

The experience was great, and to think we stumbled upon such a historic place by simply wondering around. My only complaint would be the prices. The meal was quite expensive but my sister was in town and it was her birthday, so I would say it was worth it!