Mushroom leek kugel

This tasty pasta casserole is filled with creamy mushroom leek kugel. It combines the soft texture of mushrooms, the strong flavor of leeks, and the fresh taste of dill for a comforting and delicious dish that's great for any meal!

My shoes got so dirty, I had to soak them in water for a day before we could even begin to scrub the dirt off. My jeans were drenched and covered in mud up to my thighs. The pocket of my coat was torn, and a I ripped a hole in my sleeve. My hair was matted, strands going in all direction, dancing like a wild crown of thorns around my head. I was so tired I could barely walk. And yet, I was looking forward to the next time I would go back into the forest, guided by my grandfather's keen sense and strong eyes, looking around tree trunks to find the next elusive cluster of edible mushrooms.

Until we moved to the middle of the Negev desert in Israel, my family spent many years (decades, really) going foraging for mushrooms. My grandfather, a trained forestry expert, made it a part of his life's mission to teach others how to find good mushrooms in a forest thick with trees and wood ticks, muddy and barely traversable, yet smelling so fresh and lovely after the rain. He could tell a chanterelle (lisichka) from a milky cap (ryjik), and could spot a toadstool (muhomor) mushroom from a 100 metres away. He loved sharing his passion and knowledge with others, and was elated to take anyone who asked for, or even mentioned an interest in, foraging excursions.

My mother began going on these mushroom hunting trips when she was very little. By the time she reached high school, these were several-day trips, full of bruises and bug bites and camping skills few kids her age could even dream of. While my grandfather went on and on about mushrooms and foliage, filling enormous buckets with all kinds of edible treasures, she would dream about piano, nail polish and boys. I think she couldn't wait to get out of there and get back into the city.

I was a different story. Even though (or maybe because?) these excursions were few and far between, I looked forward to every annual mushroom gathering trip like Canadian kids look towards Christmas. The moment the first rain fell in my area in Israel, a regional holiday in itself, I would start dreaming about our upcoming mushroom gathering trip. I would bug my mom, asking when there would be enough rain to justify going. On the odd chance that it rained for a few days leading up to the weekend, and that both my parents had some time off, we would gather ourselves and head into the small, sparse, Israeli forest, which was so different from the majestic kingdoms of my youth, keeping quiet in order to steal mushrooms away from other prying eyes and fingers.

The thing is, only Russian families went foraging for mushrooms in Israel. Correction: only poor Russian families went foraging for mushrooms in Israel. It took a special kind of person, one who wasn't turned off by wet clothes, muddy paths, slippery ground, long hours spent bent and crouching low, and canopies still holding a bucket of rainwater, ready to drop on the next person who would dare to move a branch. It took a Russian with severe home-sickness and with a keen sense for edible treasures. And in our family, with my grandfather still living in Russia, my mother became that reluctant forager.

She was still not excited about these trips. The hours spent looking around the base of trees, the constant dampness, and the stinging branches were far from being her favourite. But my father and I loved it with a childish passion, and she, who has been trained at the art of foraging since her early childhood but had no grown-up love for this pursuit, became our grumpy guide. And when we piled back into our beat-up old Ford fiesta, our minds full of dreams and our laps full of mushrooms, I like to think that she at least found some happiness in the thought that tomorrow's meal was mostly taken care of.

Though the foraging trips became even fewer and further between as we got older, until they stopped completely, I still recall those hours spent in the forest as some of my happiest memories. I would love to go mushroom foraging now, and I invite any expert from the Manitoba area to get in touch with me if they're looking for a willing set of hands and eyes. But even in the absence of hand-picked, gathered mushrooms, I still know that one of the best way to treat fungi is to smother it with cream and eggs.

In my take on a kugel, silken tofu is pureed into submission, and, with the help of almond milk and eggs, is wrapped around slinky egg noodles like a warm, comforting blanket. Rich mushrooms are sauteed with garlic and leeks, spreading the smell of fall all around the house. The whole dish is folded together gently into a casserole dish, sprinkling with bright, fragrant dill, and placed in a warm oven to bake. The end result is a creamy, earthy dish, a perfect marriage of spongy mushrooms, pungent leeks, and sharp, bright dill.

If you're looking for other kugel recipes, try my carrot kugel for a gluten-free take on this Jewish side dish. If you're a noodle kugel lover, then my Jerusalem kugel is a sweet and peppery version of this old-school Jewish dish.

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Mushroom leek kugel, or what awaits us in the woods

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This mushroom leek kugel is a creamy, earthy dish, a perfect marriage of spongy mushrooms, pungent leeks, and sharp, bright, fragrant dill.

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Prep Time 10 minutes mins

Cook Time 1 hour hr 10 minutes mins

Total Time 1 hour hr 20 minutes mins

Course Main

Cuisine Jewish cuisine

Servings 6 servings

Calories 137 kcal

Ingredients

  

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• 1 bunch of leeks 3 thin ones or 2 big ones
• 1 pound of mushrooms mixed kinds, here I used king and white, because that's what I had at the time (500 grams)
• 2 tablespoons margarine or butter
• 4 cloves garlic
• 1 8-ounce package egg noodles preferably broad
• 4 eggs
• 1 12-ounce package of silken tofu or sour cream
• ½ cup of almond milk if using tofu
• The juice of half a lemon
• Dill weed chopped, to taste (optional)
• Nutritional yeast optional, to taste

Instructions

 

• Preheat oven to 350°F (175°C). Lightly butter (or oil) the insides of a casserole dish.
• Trim leeks, cutting off most of the green tail. Slice the stalk in half and wash carefully, ensuring no debris remains trapped between the layers. Slice thinly.
• Clean mushrooms with a wet paper towel, and slice them.
• Heat margarine (or butter) in a pan. Add a splash of olive oil to keep it from burning. Add leeks and sauté in med heat for 5 mins.
• Add sliced mushrooms and sauté on medium heat until caramelized, about 7-10 minutes. Chop garlic and add to pan. Reduce heat and continue sautéing for another 3-5 minutes.
• Prepare noodles: bring large pot of salted water to a boil, add noodles, but only cook for 6 minutes. Drain, and transfer to a big bowl. Add sautéed mushroom mixture.
• Process tofu with almond milk, lemon juice and a pinch of salt in food processor (or blender, though a processor works better). Add tofu mixture to noodles. Beat eggs lightly in a small bowl and add to pasta bowl. Add salt and pepper, and more dill, to taste. Mix everything gently.
• Spoon noodle mixture into prepared casserole dish. If desired, sprinkle with nutritional yeast. Bake 45 minutes, until top is golden own and filling is set.

Nutrition

Calories: 137kcalCarbohydrates: 7gProtein: 8gFat: 9gSaturated Fat: 3gPolyunsaturated Fat: 2gMonounsaturated Fat: 4gTrans Fat: 0.01gCholesterol: 113mgSodium: 652mgPotassium: 173mgFiber: 1gSugar: 1gVitamin A: 573IUVitamin C: 2mgCalcium: 58mgIron: 1mg

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