The glass still in hand, he knelt and shifted the harness so the fat lower section of the samovar swung around his hip. Deftly, he crooked back an arm to open the spigot.
David expected either the syrupy, blazingly strong coffee of the Arabs and Turks, or the sweet minted tea that was sipped through a sugar cube held in the teeth. Both were beverage staples for every Arab café and restaurant. Instead, however, the man released from the spigot a stream of hot, thick, white liquid. David immediately smelled a honeyed aroma that filled his mind with the image of pink and lavender flowers in a desert oasis. It smelled absolutely luscious.
“What is that?” he asked bluntly. The man looked up from his task, the thick stream still arcing into the glass.
“My friend has never tasted salep? Ah, such a treat you are about to have.” The glass was full, and the vendor closed the tap, catching the last drops in the glass with a move of long practice. He shifted his position, the samovar swung back along the harness strap and settled once more into the middle of his back. Still kneeling, he placed the glass of steaming liquid into a handled cradle of brass lacework and presented it to David as if it were a delicacy to a king.
David took the cup and ventured a sip. Thick, hot, smooth, and milky, the concoction was a wonderful collection of taste and texture: a satiny sweetness unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Giambastiani, Dreams of the Desert Wind,
(Seattle, Fairwood Press, 2004), p24
When I lived in Jerusalem, on cool mornings I would go down to the shuk in the Old City where I’d buy two things: a semit and some salep. A semit (or simit) is a large bread ring topped with sesame and other seeds. Vendors would carry them stacked on a stick and I’d buy one, still warm from the oven. Salep (or sahlab) is a beverage made from wild orchid tubers dried and ground into a powder. The powder is a thickener, and when added to milk along with a bit of sugar, some flavorings, and topped with whatever your heart desires, it is a luscious treat. I loved this combo so much that it made its way into my novel, Dreams of the Desert Wind (excerpted above).
Finding true salep outside of the Levant is damned near impossible, and the only sources I’ve found for authentic salep powder run about $10 USD per 1oz/30g. Since it takes a tablespoon/15g of powder per cup of the beverage, that’s way too pricey for my taste, so for years I’ve been looking for an alternative. The mass-marketed “instant salep” powders cheat, using corn starch or potato flour as a thickener, and they are always too . . . something. Too bland, too thin, too insipid, too gummy.
But rice flour, specifically glutinous rice flour, this makes a thickened drink that is the closest approximation I have found. As a rule, I try to avoid posting recipes with uncommon ingredients (life’s hard enough), but in this case, glutinous rice flour and rose water are pretty easy to find, either in a higher-end grocery, a Mediterranean bodega, or online. They’re inexpensive, too, both costing less than an ounce of real salep powder.
Salep (or Sahlab)
Makes 1 serving
Hardware
- A 1-quart saucier pan works best for this because of its rounded bottom, but any small pot or pan will work. Just get the whisk into the corners.
Ingredients
For the salep:
- 1 tablespoon glutinous rice flour
- 1 cup milk (whole is best)
- 2 teaspoons sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon rose water
Optional toppings:
- ground cinnamon, nutmeg, or ginger
- ground/chopped pistachios
- raisins or sultanas
- shredded coconut
Procedure
- In a small pot, whisk the rice flour with a bit of the milk to dissolve, adding the rest of the milk when the flour is incorporated.
- Put pot over a medium heat and warm the mixture, whisking frequently as it thickens.
- When the salep starts to simmer, pull it from the heat. Stir in the sugar and rose water.
- Pour into a mug or glass, and top with whatever strikes your fancy.
Notes
- I devised this recipe is for a single serving, but it is easily scaled up for more.
- You can replace the rice flour with corn starch or potato flour, but there’s a marked difference in consistency and umami. Not recommended.
- Some recipes out there suggest using vanilla as well. I do not recommend this, as it cuts the flowery aroma of the rose water.
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[…] The only book I’ve written that had a shred of “what I know”ishness to it is Dreams of the Desert Wind. The setting was a place I lived in for a time (Jerusalem) and I drew on a lot of personal experience for descriptions of the street scenes (like the one mentioned here, with “Samovar Man“). […]
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