Saturday, July 2, 2011

Australians In Paris. Oui, Mate!

Right now I'm in my apartment with the windows open wide to usher in the warm summer air.  As I sit down to write this post, the gentle sounds of a street musician playing "A Kiss Is Just a Kiss" drift in.  Sometimes Paris is just too much for me.  You think all the movies and books about this city are cheesy and sentimental, but no!  Paris really is like this!

Anyway, back to the food.  Last weekend I volunteered to work at the Australian embassy.  To be honest, I didn't really know what I was signing up for, but it turned out to be incredible.

Tony Bilson, a celebrity chef from Australia, was visiting Paris to cater a dinner hosted by the Australian Ambassador to honor the Penfold's winery.  Penfold's, in their infant stage, had sent one of their partners to France to learn about winemaking.  The partner returned with newfound knowledge and a plan for how to make wine.  In spite of his french education and ideas, the winery decided to make wine their own way.  He however, made two barrels in secret, which turned out to be some of the best wine Penfold's every produced.  As of last saturday there were three bottles left of each of these wines, both from 1953.  Each bottle was valued at about $50,000 Australian dollars which, sadly, is more in US dollars.  Anyway, chef Bilson created a menu to honor these wines as well as 19 others from Penfold's cellars from 1953-2011.  We Cordon Bleu students were there to help execute this menu.

The wines, pre-dinner.
The view from the kitchen. 
The day began at noon and we immediately got to work preparing things.  I peeled, cut and boiled potatoes while some of my friends cleaned and cut other vegetables.  Then we moved onto seafood.  Ali and Alex got stuck removing the pin bones from sardines while I cooked and prepared snails.  I was pretty excited about this because I had never worked with snails before.  They were quite easy to make, although now I think I'm more grossed out by them than I was before. First they must be well cleaned- soaked and scrubbed.  Then blanched in boiling water with some thyme and bayleaf.  Once they have been cooked, you pull them from their shells using a toothpick or something of a similar shape.  Pull off the piece on top, and remove its stomach, and voila!  You have a ready-to-eat snail.  Ew.




Later, I helped the chef prepare the tartine: rounds of brioche topped with foie gras and sliced figs.  The tartine was quickly heated in the oven so that the foie cooked and began to melt.  Just before plating, the dish was covered with truffles tossed in an oil mix that I made! Two thirds olive oil, one third walnut oil with a clove a crushed garlic inside.  The truffles were in a sealed tupperware box, but the smell permeated the whole kitchen anyway.  They had been flown in from Australia, and according to the chef were worth $3,000.
Box of truffles. 
Tasting!
Me and my tartines. 
In addition to the tartines, my friends and I helped to prepare one of the beef garnishes: bones filled with ratatouille and topped with a marrow gratin.  We blanched the bones and cleaned them, filled them with ratatouille, and then topped them with slices of marrow and a sprinkle of bread crumbs and herbs.  They were cooked under a broiler and served as a light side dish on a heaping plate of beef.

 At around 6pm, we got a break for dinner.  My friends and I took our sandwiches up to the terrace and had a wonderful time sitting outside in the sun looking at the Eiffel Tower.  Not a bad way to spend a Saturday evening.  Once break time was over, we started plating.

We started with canapes. We prepared silver platters filled with a variety of canapes we had helped prepare.  Pastry cups with salmon tartare and a poached quail egg, toasts topped with sardines, tomatoes, and basil, and white asparagus wrapped in prosciutto.




Then on to the first course: eel carpaccio topped with snails, mussels, razor clams, and caviar.  The dish was sprayed with salt water and garnished with chives and chervil.  Next came the tartines.  Followed by duck two ways; a sliced pan seared breast and a ballotine. Between the duck and the lamb we got a chance to tast some of the wine!  I got a sip of the 1953 cabernet which was amazing!  After that was lamb two ways: slow cooked shoulder and chops.  Then the beef plate: sliced sirloin with stuffed oxtail over pureed potatoes, and the bone marrow garnish we had prepared earlier.  These light, heart healthy dishes were followed by a cheese course and then a desert of almond tart, white peach sorbet, and chocolate souffled crepes.  Although the desert was unnecessarily large, the souffled crepes were very cool.  The chef filled a crepe with a spoonful of chocolate souffle and then baked it.  As the souffle baked the crepe rose but stayed sealed.  It looked pretty delicious. I of course, couldn't even imagine tasting it after having tasted all the other dishes after they were served.  I'm not sure how any of the guests were able to make it home.  I was sure they'd die of a food overdose mid meal.  
Eel carpaccio.

Foie gras, fig, and truffle tartines. 

Duck two ways. 

Lamb two ways. 

Beef a million ways. 

Dessert. 
By the time dinner was over and we had finished cleaning up it was 2am.  2am is the witching hour in Paris when the metro stops running and there are suddenly no taxis to be found.  After a 14 hour day on my feet I ended up walking home (almost 2 hours) with a friend from class.  It wasn't exactly the best end to the day, but I lived.  Overall the experience was incredible and I'm very glad I volunteered.  I got to taste incredible wine, eat delicious food, meet interesting people, and look at the Eiffel Tower all day. Not too shabby.

Oui, Chef! We chefs with the Australian Ambassador to France. 

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Shake Shack: Fait Maison

Here's a short post to share a wonderful dining experience.   Back in May, Ali and I were craving Shake Shack.  If you know us, you know it's pretty normal for us to have strange cravings for specific foods from New York.  Anyway, since there's obviously no Shake Shack in Paris, we were in a bit of a bind.  Thanks to this newfangled thing called the internet, however, we were able to find the recipe for the infamous shack burger on a food blog.  God I love modern technology!  After a Saturday morning demonstration we picked up the necessary ingredients and got to work.  What a feast!

Shack sauce.
3 cuts of meat required for the perfect shack burger. 

Hand chopped.

Wonderfully ripe plum tomatoes. 

Scorching hot pan. 

Art. 

Boom!

Craving satisfied?  Oui, Chef!

Monday, June 27, 2011

A Weekend En Provence

Friday morning I woke up, grabbed my bags and hopped the metro to Gare de Lyon to catch the train to Aix-en-Provence.  I was invited to spend the weekend at my friend Marie's grandfather's house in Ansouis, along with 12 of my friends.  Although I had no idea what to expect - I had never heard of Ansouis, and had certainly never been invited to someone's house in Provence - I was VERY excited.

I ran onto the train with 1 minute left before its departure, only to learn that I had gotten on the wrong car and wouldn't be able to get to my seat.  I ended up having to sit on the floor next to the toilet across from a 15 year old couple who couldn't stop making out with and fondling each other.  Did I care?  No sir! I was headed to Provence!  Emma and Pauline were sitting in the car above my toilet class seat and Emma brought me some croissants for breakfast- what a gem!

Three hours later we arrived in Aix.  Lee and Marie were waiting for us in two tiny cars, ready to drive the 40 minutes to Marie's house.  Of course, food was needed, and as the good culinary students we are, Ali, Lee, Dani and I offered to do the shopping.  Letting loose 4 giddy americans in a french countryside supermarket? Maybe not the best idea.










Our tiny car full of A LOT of food. 
Lee also stopped to buy peaches at the side of the road. Yum!
After purchasing a ton of food and what turned out to be excellent boxed wine, we headed back to Marie's.  We prepared a snack - an omelet with onions and tomatoes, some bread and cheese, and wine (of course!).  It was the perfect start to the weekend. After a few verre's of vin, Ali and I went for a stroll in town.  It was incredible.  Every direction we turned was more beatiful than the last.  I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Lunch 
Lavender 
Ansouis
Beautiful old shudders.



Strolling through Ansouis



Later that evening we prepared an American feast for our french friends.  Hamburgers, hot dogs, and roasted potatoes.  The french may know how to prepare a duck, but let me tell you- we ameriCANS sure can make a burger.  The feast was such a success that no one had room left for the s'mores I had brought from home.  We decided to save them for the next night.  Again, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves...








On to Saturday - French breakfast of bread, butter and jam.  The weather was cloudy so we decided to have a darty (day party) in side.  We all put on our costumes.  (I forgot to share that french people LOVE theme parties.  No matter what the occasion or venue, they absolutely love to have a dress up theme.  The theme for this weekend was Cowboys and Indians.)  After a few hours of dartying, we strolled through town (still in costume) and definitely alarmed some of the townsfolk.  Then off to the pool for some outdoor napping, and later, a change back into normal clothes to go explore Aix-en-Provence.  What a gorgeous city! As soon as we arrived the sun came out and we enjoyed a few hours of perfect strolling through town.  








 We returned to the house to eat the four hundreth meal of the weekend.  Chicken and vegetable kebabs with a variety of salads.  Once again, starting the fire took a bit longer than we had hoped, but dinner was delicious just the same.  After this light meal everyone had room for some more, so we had s'mores! I had a tutorial on how to make one and was surprised by what a hit they were!  The french really do love their sweets...






Sunday started with a morning stroll through Ansouis and a trip to the market.  Although the market was a bit small, the morning walk was well worth getting up early for.  Ansouis on a Sunday morning reminded me of the town in Beauty and the Beast at the beginning of the movie when Belle is walking around with her book.  If I could, I'd sing the song in this wall post because I know every word.  Either way, the walk was magical and I even channeled Belle by walking around with my "nose in a book."  Cool, I know.  


Marie's house had grapes growing by the entrance.  Amazing

Finally, as if the weekend hadn't been dreamlike enough, we went to the nearby lake for a swim.  Never in my life have I seen a lake like this.  Surrounded by provencal mountains, the lake's water was the color of the carribean ocean!  It was unreal.  We went for a dip and then had to come back to change for our journey home.  



What an incredible weekend.  One I'll definitely not forget.  Of course, we couldn't let everyone get on a 3 hour train ride without something to eat!  So Ali and I prepared steak and vegetable sandwiches for everyone to take home.  My jewish mother would be so proud...