Recipes From Momofuku by David Chang and Peter Meehan
Recipes From Momofuku by David Chang and Peter Meehan
Recipes From Momofuku by David Chang and Peter Meehan
Mix together the scallions, ginger, oil, soy, vinegar, and salt in a bowl. 21⁄2 cups thinly sliced scallions
Taste and check for salt, adding more if needed. Though it’s best after (greens and whites; from 1 to
15 or 20 minutes of sitting, ginger scallion sauce is good from the minute 2 large bunches)
it’s stirred together up to a day or two in the fridge. Use as directed, or ⁄2 cup finely minced peeled fresh
1
neutral oil
3
⁄4 teaspoon kosher salt, or more
to taste
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momofuku pork buns serves 1
It’s weird to be “famous” for something. Can you imagine being Neil Diamond and
having to sing “Cracklin’ Rosie” every time you get onstage for the rest of your life?
Neither can I. But if Momofuku is “famous” for something, it’s these steamed pork
buns. Are they good? They are. Are they something that sprang from our collective
imagination like Athena out of Zeus’s forehead? Hell no. They’re just our take on a
pretty common Asian food formula: steamed bread + tasty meat = good eating.
And they were an eleventh-hour addition to the menu. Almost a mistake.
No one thought they were a good idea or that anyone would want to eat pork belly
sandwiches.
I got into the whole steamed bread thing when I stayed in Beijing. I ate char siu
bao—steamed buns stuffed with dark, sweet roast pork—morning, noon, and night
from vendors on the street who did nothing but satisfy that city’s voracious appetite
for steamed buns. When I lived in Tokyo, I’d pick up a niku-man—the Japanese
version, with a milder-flavored filling—every time I passed the local convenience store.
They’re like the 7-Eleven hot dogs of Tokyo, with an appeal not unlike that of the soft
meatiness of White Castle hamburgers.
And in the early days of my relationship with Oriental Garden—the restaurant in
Manhattan’s Chinatown where I’ve eaten more meals than anywhere else on the
planet—I’d always order the Peking duck, which the restaurant serves with folded-over
steamed buns with fluted edges, an inauthentic improvement on the more common
accompaniment of scallion pancakes. Char siu bao and niku-man were influential, but
the Peking duck service at Oriental Garden was the most important, if only because it
was here in the city and I could go back and study what made their buns so good—
and also because the owner of the restaurant was willing to help me out, at least after
a point.
After I’d eaten his Peking duck about a million times, I asked Mr. Choy, the owner
(whom I now call Uncle Choy, because he’s the Chinese uncle I never had), to show
me how to make the steamed buns. For as many times as I had eaten steamed buns,
I had never thought about making them, but with Noodle Bar about to open, I had the
menu on my mind. He laughed and put me off for weeks before finally relenting. (He
likes to remind me that I am the kung-fu—the student, the seeker, the workman—and
he is the si-fu—the master.) But instead of taking me back into the kitchen, he handed
me a scrap of paper with an address, the name John on it, and a note scribbled in
Chinese that I couldn’t read.
Have you ever seen the blaxploitation martial arts movie The Last Dragon from the
eighties, where the dude is in constant search for some type of master who can
provide some wisdom, and in the end it turns out to be a hoax—the master’s place is a
fortune cookie factory? Probably not. But that’s how I felt when the place I was sent to
learn the secret of steamed bread turned out to be May May Foods, a local company
that supplied dozens of New York restaurants with premade dim sum items, including
buns, for decades before it closed in 2007. The guy there, John, showed me the dead-
simple process: a little mixing, a little steaming, and presto! buns. It turns out they are
made from a simple white bread dough, mantou (not so different from, say, Wonder
Bread), that is steamed instead of baked.
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But when I saw the flour everywhere and tried to imagine that mess in our tiny,
already overcrowded kitchen, I immediately placed an order. We didn’t have the space
to attempt them then, and we continued to buy them from Chinatown bakeries even
after May May closed.
If you have that option—a Chinese bakery or restaurant where you can easily buy
them, or even a well-stocked freezer section at a local Chinese grocery store—I
encourage you to exercise it without any pangs of guilt. How many sandwich shops
bake their own bread? Right. Don’t kill yourself. But don’t be put off by the idea of
making them either. They’re easy and they freeze perfectly.
Here’s the recipe for our pork buns, which you can increase ad infinitum to make
more to share.
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