October 26, 2010
Cep and Walnut Pizza
It's been a bit of a mushroom fest around here lately: Maxence and I went foraging in the forest of Rambouillet earlier this month, and we came back with six and a half kilos of mushrooms between us (that's fourteen pounds).
Naturally, we didn't venture out willy nilly into the forest (I've read enough children's tales and seen enough video projects not to do that). We went with a pro, a friend who's a seasoned mushroom picker, who knows her Cantharellus cibarius from her Hygrophoropsis aurantiaca, and who was able to guide us to the most prolific spots and help us look for and identify the various specimens.
It was the kind of golden fall day that begs for a bundled-up picnic by a pond with ducks quacking about and, as luck would have it, that's exactly what we got -- a welcome break halfway through an intense day of scanning the forest floors for the cap of a mushroom, or the tell-tale lifted leaves under which a cep might lurk.
Maxence turned out to be really good at this game (read: better than me) and our baskets were soon heavy with lepiotas, an exceptional manna of millers, a few wood hedgehogs, the odd wood blewit, and miscellaneous boletus, including an unhoped for amount of Boletus edulis, the prized cep (a.k.a. porcino) whose meaty flesh knows no equal in the mushroom realm.
Once home, exhausted like we hadn't been in a long time, we got to work sorting, cleaning, and prepping our bounty so the bulk of it could be cooked while fresh, which took the better part of two hours. Our reward: a young cep carpaccio and cep spaghetti for dinner, and a freezer stocked with tubs of ready-to-gobble mushrooms and mushroom broth for future meals.
And a week later, on a Friday night, I used the remainder of our ceps to make cep and walnut pizzas, the memory of which still move me as I type this.
I prepared a sourdough-leavened dough with my starter, and made the whole thing vegan by using some of the cashew "cheese" I'd made that week, in place of mozzarella. A drizzle of the fabulous olive oil they use at Delancey (thanks, M&B;!) and a sprinkle of pepper and torn basil later, we feasted on delicious fall pizzas that did plenty justice to the fruits, um, spores of our foraging.
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October 21, 2010
[Edible Idiom] Faire son miel de quelque chose
This is part of a series on French idiomatic expressions that relate to food. Browse the list of idioms featured so far.
This week's expression is, "Faire son miel de quelque chose."
Literally translated as, "making one's honey out of something," it means profiting from a situation.
Example: "Elle enchaîne les déclarations provocantes, et évidemment, les journalistes en font leur miel." "She makes one provoking statement after another, and of course, journalists make their honey out of it."
Listen to the idiom and example read aloud:
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October 19, 2010
Quince Almond Cake
I scored big last week, as not one, but two generous friends asked if I'd like to take a few quinces off their hands. I am systemically incapable of resisting free produce, especially when it comes from a friend's garden (or a friend's neighbor's garden), and especially when it's as old-world charming as quince. I said yes! yes! just tell me where and when and I'll come a-running with my wheelbarrow!
And this is how I found myself with about five kilos of the yellow-green fruit, making my apartment smell very precisely like Maïa's country house. Maïa was one of my sister's childhood friends, and her grandparents owned a beautiful stone farmhouse a little way outside of Paris -- geography didn't exist outside the classroom when I was little, so I have no idea where it really was -- where my sister was invited from time to time, and I got to tag along one weekend in the fall.
The adults stayed in the main house, but we kids were allowed to play and sleep in the upstairs room of an outbuilding that may have been a stable at some point, and was the ideal setting in which to reenact boarding school scenes from Roald Dahl's autobiographical book Boy.
Further in the back of the property was a large garden with numerous fruit trees, many of which were quince trees (cognassiers) and bearing big gnarly fruit when I visited. This was my first encounter with quinces, those woody not-pears covered with fuzz. I don't think I actually tasted their flesh until many years later, but their pervasive, extraordinary smell -- like a musky cross between the pear and the pineapple -- was everywhere around and inside that house, and the two are forever linked in my mind's sensory library.
Going through five kilos of quince takes some stamina, and I devoted part of my weekend to the task. The first thing I did was poach as many as would fit in my pressure cooker, following this recipe for vanilla poached quince I wrote about two years ago. This is (yet) an(other) instance when the pressure cooker is the cook's best friend, as it slashes down the poaching time to just thirty minutes, and makes zero mess on your cooking range.
Most of these poached quince quarters will be eaten just like that, in a bowl, with a little yogurt or cream and an optional sprinkle of granola, but some were enrolled into this simple quince and almond cake.
It is a variation on my trusted yogurt cake. I've tweaked it a little to add some ground almonds and fold in the diced quinces* for a lovely fall cake, fragrant and very moist, that's best eaten with your hands, while sitting in a patch of sunlight on the wooden floors of the living room.
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* If you maintain a sourdough starter, you'll be happy to hear that I've replaced the yogurt with an equal weight of the starter I collect at each feeding instead of discarding it. Indeed, I have found that sourdough starter (not particularly ripe, but not super old either) can be used as a yogurt substitute in cake recipes like this one: it has more or less the same consistency and acidity, and produces a wonderfully tender crumb.
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October 15, 2010
Paris Event Reminder
Are you in Paris this weekend? Would you like to meet? Good news, we have two opportunities to do so!
On Saturday, October 16, join me at the Bibliothèque Nationale de France from 11am till noon, for a discussion on food blogs (in French) as part of a series of talks called Les Samedis du Savoir. (The event is free and open to the public.)
And on Sunday, October 17, please come and have a drink with us as we celebrate the 7th anniversary of Chocolate & Zucchini at Café Charbon; we'll be there from 7pm (109 rue Oberkampf in the 11th, see map).
I hope you can make it to one or both of these occasions, and I look forward to meeting you in person!
October 13, 2010
I Heart My Pressure Cooker
I grew up in a household where the hiss and huff of the pressure cooker was a familiar kitchen melody.
My mother owned a large specimen of what the French commonly call une cocotte minute -- this is a brand name to the generic, and less endearing, term autocuiseur -- and I seem to remember she used it mostly to boil or steam vegetables, such as potatoes and globe artichokes, or the cauliflower for her gratin de chou-fleur.
I myself went without one for a while, until Maxence's grandparents had to sell their country house and I was offered a few pieces of cooking equipment, including the jumbo pressure cooker that had served to feed a whole generation of grandkids.
I loved it, but it soon turned out to be too large for me: with a ten-liter capacity, it was both too big for the quantities of food I ordinarily cook, and too bulky to fit in my teeny sink when the time came to wash it up.
And so, trapped between these inconveniences and the sentimental attachment to a family heirloom, I let the poor beast collect dust on a shelf.
Until one day, I decided there was something cosmically wrong about this situation: what I needed was a smaller pressure cooker, and this large pressure cooker was no doubt needed by someone else. Who was I to halt the natural flow of the universe?
Once the decision was made, it was easy: within a month, thanks to a popular auction website, I'd purchased a second-hand, 4.5-liter pressure cooker, and found a happy buyer for my own*.
And why am I drawn to the pressure cooker in the first place, you ask? Well, it is among the most energy-efficient cooking vessels out there, that's why: as you seal the lid tightly then heat the pot, pressure builds up inside, and this causes the boiling point of water to increase** (from ~100°C to ~120°C, or from ~212°F to ~248°F). In this environment, foods cook considerably faster and with less water than in a regular pot boiling on the stove.
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October 5, 2010
Savory Sesame Cookies
If you read French food blogs at all, you've no doubt come across Clea Cuisine: Clea has been writing since March of 2005 -- first from Japan, where she was living then, and now from the South-East of France -- and her unique voice has quickly earned her stripes in the French blogosphere.
I've been a reader practically since the beginning -- I remember early posts about baking cakes in her rice cooker, teaching members of her French club how to make bugnes (a traditional Mardi-Gras donut), or eating ekiben (railway bento) on the train -- and I am very fond of her quietly inspired style, which blends French and Japanese influences, and focuses on simple, wholesome foods.
She's a prolific cookbook author, too, and she writes for an independent French publisher named La Plage (literally "the beach") that's devoted to natural living and vegetarian cooking, and is therefore a perfect fit.
One of her most recent titles is called Croquez salé*, a prettily styled book that contains recipes for savory cookies and crackers to snack on in the afternoon, pack into your lunchbox, or serve with pre-dinner drinks. The savory cookie category is one that definitely deserves more attention than it usually gets, and Clea works to change that with some thirty recipes that manage to be both original and unfussy.
My eye was immediately caught by the Petits croquants au sésame on page 54. The recipe calls for ingredients that are easily kept on hand for an impromptu batch -- sesame butter, gomasio, sesame seeds, flour, an egg -- and uses the slice-and-bake technique, my favorite shaping method of all.
I make just two changes to Clea's recipe: I use tahini rather than sesame butter (the former is made from hulled sesame seeds, the latter from whole or partially whole seeds) because that's what I usually buy, and I press the rounds of dough with the tines of a fork before baking, to create little grooves and ridges that boost the textural interest.
These tasty little numbers are crisp and crumbly with a vivid sesame flavor, and they pair well with a few radishes at the apéritif. I've also had them with a smear of fresh cheese to accompany a green salad at lunchtime, and they come in handy when you need to hit pause on your appetite because dinner is taking longer to cook than planned.
[More crackers and savory cookies from the archives:
~ Raw multiseed crackers,
~ Olive oil and seed crackers,
~ Cheese thins,
~ Aged gouda and dried pear scones,
~ Carrot and rosemary mini-scones,
~ Zaatar pita chips.]
* An awkward-to-translate phrase that invites you to "bite into something savory."
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