As if I couldn't get enough of chocolate last time....I had another chocolate filled day today. (If I come back 15lbs heavier, you'll know why)
I met up with a Wellesley Alum in Paris today and then our adventures started. First we went to Mora this is possibly the best kitchen store I have ever been to, and I plan on going back soon. It is full of the *real* kitchen stuff anyone could want, NOT as decorative nor as expensive as Williams-Sonoma or Sur La Table. I've actually been doing quite a bit of research into kitchen-ware and will try to do another blog post on the subject soon. Anyways, my goal at Mora was to buy a chocolate mold...and out of probably over 100 choices I decided on a nice heart shape (though, there were at least 10 heart shapes, so that was a difficult decision) Now that I have my heart mold, I'm psyched to try my hand out at chocolate making. Godiva, I'm going to steal your business!
Little did I know, my chocolate adventure wasn't over yet. My friend and I went to Angelina's, Salon de thé, (Angelina's Salon of Tea) but it should be called Angelina's, salon of hot chocolate! The hot chocolate, their specialty, was *amazing*! One of my other Wellesley friends recommended that I pay a visit to this place before, but since I'm really not that much of a hot chocolate fan, I wasn't sure I was going to do it. Now I'm recommending that if any of you ever visit Paris, go to Angelina's!! The hot chocolate is excellent and the decor is very parisien and interesting. Granted...you should be willing to open your wallets. My hot chocolate and half a pastry (we split a tartlette aux fruits) cost 10 Euros. Nonetheless, the experience was worth it. (And it helped that we got into the Musee d'Orsay for free afterwards since its free on Thursday evenings for people under 25!)
More Cordon Bleu posts to come, as well as posts on:
Cookware
The Paris Diet
Possibly more restaurant reviews
and....what else? What else do you want to hear about? Leave a comment and I'll blog about it :)
Bissous!
Daria
P.S. For people who were worried about my post about burning my hand...I'm 100% fine. The burn actually went away the next day. Water, unlike oil or especially caramel, has a fairly low boiling point and it drips off so quickly that it rarely inflicts a very serious burn in the kitchen. Caramel and oil both have higher burning points, and caramel will stick on your skin, so even if its wiped off quickly, it still is on the skin for a longer time than water. Also...a caramel danger...never ever ever try to lick off the hot caramel because it will burn your tongue!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
How Much Chocolate Can You Stand?
Valentines day is coming up and so instead of (....or in addition to) missing my significant other....I drown my sorrows by attending chocolate demonstrations.
So far, all of the "Cordon Bleu Invites" have been Chefs de Cuisine (though one brought a pastry chef with him). But today we had our first special presentation devoted to patisserie, or more specifically, to chocolat. First, let me swoon....voila is the picture of the chef.
Before I commit emotional infidelity, its not because he looks good. (He's married by the way) Its his COLLAR! His Collar? Most chefs have a simple white collar (see picture of me a while back). But Chef Bruno Lederf has a Blue White and Red collar...this unique collar signifies that he is L'un des Meilleurs Ouvriers de France (MOFs). This is roughly translated as "One of the Best Workers in France."
But being an MOF carries a lot of respect. There aren't that many of them (though, its a pretty big society since there are MOFs in almost all trades, like woodworking, architecture, and culinary arts) and the "final contests" to be elected into the society are held only once every 3 years. Julia Child described the title MOF as being a PhD in a trade, but really more selective since very few people are inducted into the society every 3 years.
So, long story short...I was next to culinary genius today.
Now for the yummy stuff.
Chef Lederf made:
Yusu Flavored Entremets (A fancy way of saying a citrus type flavored dessert) ~ 8 servings
Chocolate Candies (Bonbons de chocolat): Tender Passion ~12 servings
Chocolate Verrine, Tropical Caramel, and Piedmont Hazelnut Crisp ~20 servings
Before I go into the good part of all of these recipes I calculated some statistics for the 40 servings of desert...
There are:
1lb (More accurately 12 grams* per serving) - Sugar (in all its forms, including powdered and "inverted")
2.4 lb (More accurately 28 grams per serving) - Cream (in all its forms, including whipped and heavy)
1.8 lb (More accurately 21 grams per serving) - Chocolate (in all its forms, including cocoa powder)
* I know I'm switching from metric to english weights, but 1/40th of a pound just doesn't make sense for most people, and I'm lazy to convert to ounces....I am also using the approximation that 1mL~1gram this is a very rough approximation, but it saves a lot of conversion time since some of the measurements in the recipe are listed by weight and others by volume
So hence the question - How much chocolate can you handle? This was what each of us had to eat after the demonstration:
I ate everything that was on ONE plate...but even I felt kind of sick after so much.
Funny about the demonstration, we started with the room about half full (for comparison, it was overfull when the *** michelin chef came to speak), but by the end of the demonstration aka tasting time, we nearly doubled in size!
Here are the pictures of the final products...enjoy the artwork, without the calories!
This is made entirely out of Chocolate....(he didn't make this during the demonstration, this was part of his entry in the MOF competition)
If you look closely, you'll see that each candy actually has a small tint of gold...
If you want to see some more edible artwork, check out This Site for pictures from the MOF chocolate competition last November. ...I suggest doing this before a meal and not after (otherwise you'll be digging for any remaining chocolate you have at home).
Bon Appetit!
Daria
So far, all of the "Cordon Bleu Invites" have been Chefs de Cuisine (though one brought a pastry chef with him). But today we had our first special presentation devoted to patisserie, or more specifically, to chocolat. First, let me swoon....voila is the picture of the chef.
Before I commit emotional infidelity, its not because he looks good. (He's married by the way) Its his COLLAR! His Collar? Most chefs have a simple white collar (see picture of me a while back). But Chef Bruno Lederf has a Blue White and Red collar...this unique collar signifies that he is L'un des Meilleurs Ouvriers de France (MOFs). This is roughly translated as "One of the Best Workers in France."
But being an MOF carries a lot of respect. There aren't that many of them (though, its a pretty big society since there are MOFs in almost all trades, like woodworking, architecture, and culinary arts) and the "final contests" to be elected into the society are held only once every 3 years. Julia Child described the title MOF as being a PhD in a trade, but really more selective since very few people are inducted into the society every 3 years.
So, long story short...I was next to culinary genius today.
Now for the yummy stuff.
Chef Lederf made:
Yusu Flavored Entremets (A fancy way of saying a citrus type flavored dessert) ~ 8 servings
Chocolate Candies (Bonbons de chocolat): Tender Passion ~12 servings
Chocolate Verrine, Tropical Caramel, and Piedmont Hazelnut Crisp ~20 servings
Before I go into the good part of all of these recipes I calculated some statistics for the 40 servings of desert...
There are:
1lb (More accurately 12 grams* per serving) - Sugar (in all its forms, including powdered and "inverted")
2.4 lb (More accurately 28 grams per serving) - Cream (in all its forms, including whipped and heavy)
1.8 lb (More accurately 21 grams per serving) - Chocolate (in all its forms, including cocoa powder)
* I know I'm switching from metric to english weights, but 1/40th of a pound just doesn't make sense for most people, and I'm lazy to convert to ounces....I am also using the approximation that 1mL~1gram this is a very rough approximation, but it saves a lot of conversion time since some of the measurements in the recipe are listed by weight and others by volume
So hence the question - How much chocolate can you handle? This was what each of us had to eat after the demonstration:
I ate everything that was on ONE plate...but even I felt kind of sick after so much.
Funny about the demonstration, we started with the room about half full (for comparison, it was overfull when the *** michelin chef came to speak), but by the end of the demonstration aka tasting time, we nearly doubled in size!
Here are the pictures of the final products...enjoy the artwork, without the calories!
This is made entirely out of Chocolate....(he didn't make this during the demonstration, this was part of his entry in the MOF competition)
If you look closely, you'll see that each candy actually has a small tint of gold...
If you want to see some more edible artwork, check out This Site for pictures from the MOF chocolate competition last November. ...I suggest doing this before a meal and not after (otherwise you'll be digging for any remaining chocolate you have at home).
Bon Appetit!
Daria
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The Ouch Factor
An inevitable part of working in a kitchen is injuring yourself. Minor injuries like cuts and burns are all part of the package. Nonetheless, 90% of injuries are caused by stupidity, and its disappointing that we still get hurt at the rate we do.
Cuts
Lesson # 1: Never let your mind wander when you are holding a knife
On one of the first days in practical, one of my friends was putting her chef's knife back into a cardboard protector at the end of class. We were all chatting and she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing. The knife pierced the cardboard...and her hand.
Lesson # 2: Learn how to chop properly
Do not try to mimic TV chefs when they mirepoix, julienne, brunoise, and mince their ingredients almost without looking. What they're doing is correct, but the idea of moving a knife that fast as a beginner is a *bad* idea. Instead, go slowly and learn correct knife technique. Despite looking at several "knife skills" videos from the food network, the only good website that I've found describing this technique is this: Learn how to use a knife. If you don't have time to look at the entire page, scroll down about 1/4 of the way down and look how the chef is holding the knife and food- he holds the knife close to (even on) the start of the blade, and keeps the fingers on the hand that stabilizes the food bent inward (like a claw) using the area between his first and second knuckles to guide the blade. This guarantees that no fingers get chopped off, but does not guarantee that you won't chop your knuckle..(I'll fess up to doing this once)...so go slowly.
Also...a sharp knife is important. The cleaver is the least sharp of all knives, but its the scariest because you're using so much force with it. If you have a sharp knife, there is less reason to use force and less chance of cutting yourself.
Human blood is not a good ingredient in any recipe so at Cordon Bleu (and most restaurants), if you cut yourself, you first put on a band aid...and then a finger condom. They're not actually officially called condoms, but they really are miniature versions of a condom. You put it on the top of your finger and then roll the rubber down to the base of your finger. This keeps any blood or antiseptic inside the rubber, and protects the finger from raw ingredients that could possibly cause an infection and from water that could cause the band aid to slip.
Burns
Burns are scarier than cuts. They hurt for much longer and unlike cuts, which are fairly easy to avoid, burns can happen much easier.
Lesson #1 learned (I'm owning up to it): Never stick your hand in boiling water. Ever.
What part of my brain didn't comprehend that sticking my hand into the pan of boiling water to check if the veggies were done would be a bad idea I don't know. My reflex time wasn't too bad and I pulled my fingers out just after the water had reached midway between my first and second knuckle. (See picture) I was also (thankfully) still able to complete the rest of the practical without too much pain, but the pain for the rest of the day hopefully will serve as a reminder never to do it again.
Learning by mistake is not a particularly nice way to learn, but it is very effective.
Lesson #2 Learned: If a pan is hot, you tie a paper towel around the handle.
One of the things we often do at Cordon Bleu is take meat/chicken etc. brown it quickly on the stove and then move the pan directly into the oven. (Home Chefs: this only works if the pan does not have a plastic handle!!) When we take the pan out of the oven, the entire pan is hot and touching the handle is a bad idea. Brain not functioning #2: a few lessons ago I touched the handle. My burn was worse than what I had when I stuck my fingers into water, but because of the way I reached to grab the pan, my burn was localized to a small area on my middle finger. My friend in another class was not so lucky. She reached in with her entire hand and branded her palm. You could actually see the letters of the pan on her hand.
The reason burns can be unavoidable is that I might have pulled a pan out of the oven, so I know that its hot, but the other chef who may want to move my pan does not know that, and burns herself when reaching for my pan. The way to prevent this is by tying a small paper towel around the handle of the pan. This doesn't act as an oven mitt, but does alert everyone around that this pan is HOT. Since I burned myself, I've been pretty vigilant to do this always and it has reminded me several times to use my kitchen towel when reaching for the pan. NOTE: be *very* careful doing this if you have a gas range! We have electric ranges and so the paper doesn't catch on fire as easily. But if you do this on a gas range, make sure to tie the paper tightly and rip off the loose ends.
Be careful!!
Daria
P.S. Check out updates to "Little piggies went to the market" to see updated pictures from that day.
Cuts
Lesson # 1: Never let your mind wander when you are holding a knife
On one of the first days in practical, one of my friends was putting her chef's knife back into a cardboard protector at the end of class. We were all chatting and she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing. The knife pierced the cardboard...and her hand.
Lesson # 2: Learn how to chop properly
Do not try to mimic TV chefs when they mirepoix, julienne, brunoise, and mince their ingredients almost without looking. What they're doing is correct, but the idea of moving a knife that fast as a beginner is a *bad* idea. Instead, go slowly and learn correct knife technique. Despite looking at several "knife skills" videos from the food network, the only good website that I've found describing this technique is this: Learn how to use a knife. If you don't have time to look at the entire page, scroll down about 1/4 of the way down and look how the chef is holding the knife and food- he holds the knife close to (even on) the start of the blade, and keeps the fingers on the hand that stabilizes the food bent inward (like a claw) using the area between his first and second knuckles to guide the blade. This guarantees that no fingers get chopped off, but does not guarantee that you won't chop your knuckle..(I'll fess up to doing this once)...so go slowly.
Also...a sharp knife is important. The cleaver is the least sharp of all knives, but its the scariest because you're using so much force with it. If you have a sharp knife, there is less reason to use force and less chance of cutting yourself.
Human blood is not a good ingredient in any recipe so at Cordon Bleu (and most restaurants), if you cut yourself, you first put on a band aid...and then a finger condom. They're not actually officially called condoms, but they really are miniature versions of a condom. You put it on the top of your finger and then roll the rubber down to the base of your finger. This keeps any blood or antiseptic inside the rubber, and protects the finger from raw ingredients that could possibly cause an infection and from water that could cause the band aid to slip.
Burns
Burns are scarier than cuts. They hurt for much longer and unlike cuts, which are fairly easy to avoid, burns can happen much easier.
Lesson #1 learned (I'm owning up to it): Never stick your hand in boiling water. Ever.
What part of my brain didn't comprehend that sticking my hand into the pan of boiling water to check if the veggies were done would be a bad idea I don't know. My reflex time wasn't too bad and I pulled my fingers out just after the water had reached midway between my first and second knuckle. (See picture) I was also (thankfully) still able to complete the rest of the practical without too much pain, but the pain for the rest of the day hopefully will serve as a reminder never to do it again.
Learning by mistake is not a particularly nice way to learn, but it is very effective.
Lesson #2 Learned: If a pan is hot, you tie a paper towel around the handle.
One of the things we often do at Cordon Bleu is take meat/chicken etc. brown it quickly on the stove and then move the pan directly into the oven. (Home Chefs: this only works if the pan does not have a plastic handle!!) When we take the pan out of the oven, the entire pan is hot and touching the handle is a bad idea. Brain not functioning #2: a few lessons ago I touched the handle. My burn was worse than what I had when I stuck my fingers into water, but because of the way I reached to grab the pan, my burn was localized to a small area on my middle finger. My friend in another class was not so lucky. She reached in with her entire hand and branded her palm. You could actually see the letters of the pan on her hand.
The reason burns can be unavoidable is that I might have pulled a pan out of the oven, so I know that its hot, but the other chef who may want to move my pan does not know that, and burns herself when reaching for my pan. The way to prevent this is by tying a small paper towel around the handle of the pan. This doesn't act as an oven mitt, but does alert everyone around that this pan is HOT. Since I burned myself, I've been pretty vigilant to do this always and it has reminded me several times to use my kitchen towel when reaching for the pan. NOTE: be *very* careful doing this if you have a gas range! We have electric ranges and so the paper doesn't catch on fire as easily. But if you do this on a gas range, make sure to tie the paper tightly and rip off the loose ends.
Be careful!!
Daria
P.S. Check out updates to "Little piggies went to the market" to see updated pictures from that day.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Truffles
A few quick facts:
Truffle: a word which describes a group of edible mycorrhizal (symbiotic relationship between fungus and plant) fungi (genus Tuber, class Ascomycetes, division Ascomycota). The ascoma (fruiting body) of truffles is highly prized as food. It has a smell similar to deep-fried sunflower seeds or walnuts, though not all people are able to catch the smell of this mushroom. (http://www.rawfoodunderground.com/glossary.html)
Tuber Melanosporum "Black Truffle": The only variety of truffle that is recognized as "truffle" for commercial purposes. (Other truffles, such as white truffles, exist, but are much less expensive and don't have the same culinary uses)
Found: Underground or near the roots of trees in France (south-west), Spain and Australia. No method of laboratory or other cultivation has been found.
Season: Some start in November, but the best truffles are found starting in January and February. Season ends in February, or sometimes in March.
Method of finding truffles: Pig (but you have to carry a stick to hit the pig with because the pig will eat the truffle!), Dog (Can be trained for the scent and does not eat it the truffle), or flies (on a very calm (non windy) day, flies will congregate over the truffle, but be careful because they sometimes lay their eggs in the truffle!!)
Quantity found: The quantity of truffles found in the world has greatly gone down...about a century ago, there were 1,000 tons of truffles extracted yearly, now only 15 tons. Now, given 1 hectare (about 2.5 acres) of land in 20 years you can find many 2 kilograms of truffle.
Price? - If you ask, you can't afford it.... about 1,000 Euros for a kilogram
But...(as with so many things nowadays)..there are Chinese knock-offs! The Chinese "black truffles" are similar, but they are not as "vein-y" (see picture below) and do not have the signature truffle aroma. Problem is that if you place fake truffles (or really many other things) next to a truffle, they will absorb the smell...so its becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish fake from real. (Chinese truffles go for 30 Euro per kilogram)
Voila. There went a short description of this crazy tuber. We had a "Truffle Conference and Demonstration" so in addition to an informative discussion about truffles with a distributer for Pebeyre (major truffle company), Pebeyre donated probably about 1/2 kilogram of truffle for the class from which Chef Roland Durand (chef at Restaurant le Passiflore * Michelin) made Scallops with truffle and Potato and leek curry with truffle. I think I probably ate about $2-5 in truffle today...
The dishes were good, but as I mentioned in another post, I don't think that truffles are worth their price. The consistency is very interesting (crumbles into pretty tough pieces in your mouth, maybe how it would be if you had lots of sesame seeds), the smell is fascinating (very earthy, but in a good way), but the taste is pretty "blah". The curry in the potato and leek curry completely overpowered any of the truffle flavor. And it is only because there was a pretty sizable shaving in the scallops with truffle could I really taste the truffle.
(Maximize this image to see the veins in the truffle)
(Maximize this image to see why its probably easy for people to confuse this very rare and expensive tuber with something that is much more common and something that people try to avoid when walking on the street!)
YUMMY.
In response to a comment from my last post, here is a good website that describes how to tell how well-done beef is by touch: Is My Steak Done Yet?
Cheers!
Daria
Truffle: a word which describes a group of edible mycorrhizal (symbiotic relationship between fungus and plant) fungi (genus Tuber, class Ascomycetes, division Ascomycota). The ascoma (fruiting body) of truffles is highly prized as food. It has a smell similar to deep-fried sunflower seeds or walnuts, though not all people are able to catch the smell of this mushroom. (http://www.rawfoodunderground.com/glossary.html)
Tuber Melanosporum "Black Truffle": The only variety of truffle that is recognized as "truffle" for commercial purposes. (Other truffles, such as white truffles, exist, but are much less expensive and don't have the same culinary uses)
Found: Underground or near the roots of trees in France (south-west), Spain and Australia. No method of laboratory or other cultivation has been found.
Season: Some start in November, but the best truffles are found starting in January and February. Season ends in February, or sometimes in March.
Method of finding truffles: Pig (but you have to carry a stick to hit the pig with because the pig will eat the truffle!), Dog (Can be trained for the scent and does not eat it the truffle), or flies (on a very calm (non windy) day, flies will congregate over the truffle, but be careful because they sometimes lay their eggs in the truffle!!)
Quantity found: The quantity of truffles found in the world has greatly gone down...about a century ago, there were 1,000 tons of truffles extracted yearly, now only 15 tons. Now, given 1 hectare (about 2.5 acres) of land in 20 years you can find many 2 kilograms of truffle.
Price? - If you ask, you can't afford it.... about 1,000 Euros for a kilogram
But...(as with so many things nowadays)..there are Chinese knock-offs! The Chinese "black truffles" are similar, but they are not as "vein-y" (see picture below) and do not have the signature truffle aroma. Problem is that if you place fake truffles (or really many other things) next to a truffle, they will absorb the smell...so its becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish fake from real. (Chinese truffles go for 30 Euro per kilogram)
Voila. There went a short description of this crazy tuber. We had a "Truffle Conference and Demonstration" so in addition to an informative discussion about truffles with a distributer for Pebeyre (major truffle company), Pebeyre donated probably about 1/2 kilogram of truffle for the class from which Chef Roland Durand (chef at Restaurant le Passiflore * Michelin) made Scallops with truffle and Potato and leek curry with truffle. I think I probably ate about $2-5 in truffle today...
The dishes were good, but as I mentioned in another post, I don't think that truffles are worth their price. The consistency is very interesting (crumbles into pretty tough pieces in your mouth, maybe how it would be if you had lots of sesame seeds), the smell is fascinating (very earthy, but in a good way), but the taste is pretty "blah". The curry in the potato and leek curry completely overpowered any of the truffle flavor. And it is only because there was a pretty sizable shaving in the scallops with truffle could I really taste the truffle.
Here is a picture of me with truffle and different views of the truffle as well as the scallops which the Chef cooked:
(This size truffle probably costs ~120 Euros)
(This size truffle probably costs ~120 Euros)
(Maximize this image to see the veins in the truffle)
(Maximize this image to see why its probably easy for people to confuse this very rare and expensive tuber with something that is much more common and something that people try to avoid when walking on the street!)
YUMMY.In response to a comment from my last post, here is a good website that describes how to tell how well-done beef is by touch: Is My Steak Done Yet?
Cheers!
Daria
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
How to Cook Meat in France
First, apologies for not updating this blog recently - I've finally gotten into the swing of things in Paris and have had a bit less time at my computer.
My diet here has become very interesting...At the beginning of my time here, I ate lots of eggs, doughs, chicken, fish...and now, I think I have had enough beef to last me a good month. (That's probably a good thing, because our next beef dish may not come for another month!) We have made several meat dishes (the formal names I can't remember), but in practical its basically boiled down to roast beef (Day I) and beef bourgignon (Today). With both of these dishes, we made potatoes (mashed, and then turned "anglaise" style). Everything has been yummy, and I have been getting good results from the chefs. (Still far far from perfect, or how I would like it, but its better than how I started)
I have now used about half of the tools in the knife kit, however, one that I haven't used is the meat thermometer. During orientation, we were told that we wouldn't be using the thermometer until Intermediate cuisine when it would be important, in one dish, to know the precise temperature of a forcemeat. I didn't quite believe them, but its true - even though we have been cooking meat, we have not yet used the thermometer. Instead, to tell if the beef is done, we feel it. Yes...we touch the meat. Crazy if you ask me, but its a good skill to have since it doesn't require piercing the food.
But here comes the kicker. As I like to do, I prepared dinner for my host family on Sunday. My host-mom bought the ingredients this time, so it was even better :). I wanted practice trussing a chicken* so I prepared a citrus roasted chicken with some couscous and a tossed salad. A very easy meal. But unlike in practical where, since we were boiling the chicken, we could tell the "done-ness" by lifting it and seeing if any blood (or pinkish liquid) ran out, it was more difficult to tell if this bird was done just by visual inspection. So I used my meat thermometer.
The reaction from the son in the host family was precious. (He's 16 by the way). He turns to his mom and says, in French bien sur, "Wow! You should have seen it, she just stuck this metal thing into the chicken!" I showed them my thermometer (which is a fairly standard, but cool, electronic meat thermometer) and they were amazed! They had never even heard of a meat thermometer!!
Its amazing how different the two countries are in terms of cooking meat -- in the US, our "medium" steak, is like their "medium-well" and their "rare" is something that restaurants in the US wouldn't dare serve. Their fear of food-borne pathogens is minuscule (though perhaps it is somewhat warranted because their food tends to be fresher than what Americans find in their local grocery store). The rare-ness of meat is not the only manifestation of the French brazen view concerning food poisoning... Cleanliness is its second victim.
I am my mother's daughter, and when cooking meat, I try to take significant precaution that the table is wiped down with anti-bacterial spray before I start cooking something else in the same space. This is not the case with the French. We cook meat and veggies in the same general area and we just turn our cutting board over when we move onto the veggies. This leaves all of the juices from the meat onto the marble below. At the end of class, this marble gets a quick wipe (hopefully with soap, but no gaurantee....if it doesn't look "dirty" then it usually doesn't) with a wet paper towel. The next class might be rolling out pastry dough on that same marble. EEEK!
The cutting boards, which are seriously contaminated, get a wash from the dishwasher...but its not a machine with extra hot water...instead it is a person. I don't have a chance to see how well they clean the cutting boards, but I don't think that they get anything more than a fairly quick rinse. (I have taken to wiping my cutting board with paper towels before I start chopping on it...)
The Chefs in demonstration don't always wash their hands, and I'm embarrassed to say that even I have forgotten this important ritual before as well. Many of my classmates forget too... The food still tastes great (!) ...but I am a bit scared of what I cook. Therefore I have adopted a 24 hour rule (and this is why I share *all* of my food with my host family): I do not eat food that I have made over 24 hours ago. Within the first 24 hours, I (maybe foolishly) think that I have a lesser chance of getting sick since bacteria hasn't had a chance to grow too much...
Since I'm bringing 4-8 servings of food home after each practical, my diet in the 24 hours after practical is (in general) just that food. I'm back where I started this post...so I'll quit now :) But I'll do my best to update whenever I have something interesting to share.
Bissous!
Daria
* Even the second time around I still had very little idea about where exactly the twine goes....
My diet here has become very interesting...At the beginning of my time here, I ate lots of eggs, doughs, chicken, fish...and now, I think I have had enough beef to last me a good month. (That's probably a good thing, because our next beef dish may not come for another month!) We have made several meat dishes (the formal names I can't remember), but in practical its basically boiled down to roast beef (Day I) and beef bourgignon (Today). With both of these dishes, we made potatoes (mashed, and then turned "anglaise" style). Everything has been yummy, and I have been getting good results from the chefs. (Still far far from perfect, or how I would like it, but its better than how I started)
I have now used about half of the tools in the knife kit, however, one that I haven't used is the meat thermometer. During orientation, we were told that we wouldn't be using the thermometer until Intermediate cuisine when it would be important, in one dish, to know the precise temperature of a forcemeat. I didn't quite believe them, but its true - even though we have been cooking meat, we have not yet used the thermometer. Instead, to tell if the beef is done, we feel it. Yes...we touch the meat. Crazy if you ask me, but its a good skill to have since it doesn't require piercing the food.
But here comes the kicker. As I like to do, I prepared dinner for my host family on Sunday. My host-mom bought the ingredients this time, so it was even better :). I wanted practice trussing a chicken* so I prepared a citrus roasted chicken with some couscous and a tossed salad. A very easy meal. But unlike in practical where, since we were boiling the chicken, we could tell the "done-ness" by lifting it and seeing if any blood (or pinkish liquid) ran out, it was more difficult to tell if this bird was done just by visual inspection. So I used my meat thermometer.
The reaction from the son in the host family was precious. (He's 16 by the way). He turns to his mom and says, in French bien sur, "Wow! You should have seen it, she just stuck this metal thing into the chicken!" I showed them my thermometer (which is a fairly standard, but cool, electronic meat thermometer) and they were amazed! They had never even heard of a meat thermometer!!
Its amazing how different the two countries are in terms of cooking meat -- in the US, our "medium" steak, is like their "medium-well" and their "rare" is something that restaurants in the US wouldn't dare serve. Their fear of food-borne pathogens is minuscule (though perhaps it is somewhat warranted because their food tends to be fresher than what Americans find in their local grocery store). The rare-ness of meat is not the only manifestation of the French brazen view concerning food poisoning... Cleanliness is its second victim.
I am my mother's daughter, and when cooking meat, I try to take significant precaution that the table is wiped down with anti-bacterial spray before I start cooking something else in the same space. This is not the case with the French. We cook meat and veggies in the same general area and we just turn our cutting board over when we move onto the veggies. This leaves all of the juices from the meat onto the marble below. At the end of class, this marble gets a quick wipe (hopefully with soap, but no gaurantee....if it doesn't look "dirty" then it usually doesn't) with a wet paper towel. The next class might be rolling out pastry dough on that same marble. EEEK!
The cutting boards, which are seriously contaminated, get a wash from the dishwasher...but its not a machine with extra hot water...instead it is a person. I don't have a chance to see how well they clean the cutting boards, but I don't think that they get anything more than a fairly quick rinse. (I have taken to wiping my cutting board with paper towels before I start chopping on it...)
The Chefs in demonstration don't always wash their hands, and I'm embarrassed to say that even I have forgotten this important ritual before as well. Many of my classmates forget too... The food still tastes great (!) ...but I am a bit scared of what I cook. Therefore I have adopted a 24 hour rule (and this is why I share *all* of my food with my host family): I do not eat food that I have made over 24 hours ago. Within the first 24 hours, I (maybe foolishly) think that I have a lesser chance of getting sick since bacteria hasn't had a chance to grow too much...
Since I'm bringing 4-8 servings of food home after each practical, my diet in the 24 hours after practical is (in general) just that food. I'm back where I started this post...so I'll quit now :) But I'll do my best to update whenever I have something interesting to share.
Bissous!
Daria
* Even the second time around I still had very little idea about where exactly the twine goes....
Friday, January 18, 2008
Little Piggies Went to Market...and General Thoughts on French Culture
Today was market day for Cordon Bleu Basic Section D students. We met at the school at 8:30 and then walked to the market where we spent the next 3 hours shopping for food. The chef talked us through some of the interesting points of French markets (the places where each booth owner must display where the food was grown/raised, the symbol for organic food, how to tell the freshness of fish and some vegetables). We also ate some of the pre-made food (apple fritters and crepes!!) available at the market. But the best part of market day was that we purchased several different things, went back to the school, the chef cooked them for us, and we had a "picnic."
We had: 6 different types of cheese, 2 different breads, 1 rabbit pâté, a fish (don't remember which one), a skirt steak, oysters, a piece of cow's liver, red wine...and the the brains of 4 lambs. Thankfully, our class narrowly escaped eating testicles (not sure of which animal)... Even though the consistency of the brain really bothered me, and the oysters weren't really my thing either, the "picnic" was still very, very good.
The second "best" part about going to the marche with a chef is that we were lucky enough to go into a charcuterie kitchen and see what they were preparing. There were 3 men working and were making (simultaneously) some sort of meat dish, Coq au Vin, blood sausage, and a stuffed pig. It was amazing to see the kitchen (looked pretty similar to what we have at Cordon Bleu, but slightly more specialized) to see real blood being poured into the mixture for blood sausage, and then how the liquid was poured into its encasing. The stuffed pig was also pretty crazy (it was a piglet...probably only 2 months old) and it almost looked alive...there is no way to describe it but with a picture. It looked something like this:
But they hadn't yet "decorated" the pig with veggies or anything else like that. I did not bring my camera, but one of my group members did and I hope to get a picture of it from him.
When we were talking to the chef in the charcuterie, he noted that the employees in the kitchen were all ~50 years old and that there are very few "apprentices" because no one seems to want to go into charcuterie. We asked why and the chef replied that he thought that younger people don't want to work the hours necessary in a charcuterie (in at 6am, out at 5pm, 6 days a week). Officially, one is not allowed to work more than 40 hours a week....but11 hours x 6 days = 66 so the chefs lie and say that they are only there 40 hours a week. This is not a rant about how 66 hours is a lot...its more a rant that there is a LAW saying how much you can work!
Not only is there a law on maximum hours...but there is also a law that states that if you own a shop (and its not a special time of year, like right before xmas) you are not allowed to open it on Sundays! And there was an article a few days ago (today on Slashdot) about how the French law "forbids booksellers from offering discounts of more than 5 percent off the list price" (See This Article). To an American...these laws seem outright crazy! But, to the French, they are a necessity to save their relaxed way of life. Which brings me to my next (and final) point (for today).
Mr. Michael Moore idolized French socialized medicine. But I know have proof that its not what its cracked up to be. The father-in-law of one of the girls in my basic cuisine class had a heart issue a few days ago. The doctors are treating him for what they think it is (a pulmonary embolism), but they can't say for certain since the wait for the CT scan is 4 months. 4 MONTHS for an EMERGENCY CT SCAN! This is a fairly basic scan and would be done within hours (worst case scenario, days) in an American hospital.
My experience in France, so far, has pushed my political opinions a bit to the right....
Voila!
Daria
P.S.
Here are some pictures my classmate took of the pig and the blood sausage:
We had: 6 different types of cheese, 2 different breads, 1 rabbit pâté, a fish (don't remember which one), a skirt steak, oysters, a piece of cow's liver, red wine...and the the brains of 4 lambs. Thankfully, our class narrowly escaped eating testicles (not sure of which animal)... Even though the consistency of the brain really bothered me, and the oysters weren't really my thing either, the "picnic" was still very, very good.
The second "best" part about going to the marche with a chef is that we were lucky enough to go into a charcuterie kitchen and see what they were preparing. There were 3 men working and were making (simultaneously) some sort of meat dish, Coq au Vin, blood sausage, and a stuffed pig. It was amazing to see the kitchen (looked pretty similar to what we have at Cordon Bleu, but slightly more specialized) to see real blood being poured into the mixture for blood sausage, and then how the liquid was poured into its encasing. The stuffed pig was also pretty crazy (it was a piglet...probably only 2 months old) and it almost looked alive...there is no way to describe it but with a picture. It looked something like this:
But they hadn't yet "decorated" the pig with veggies or anything else like that. I did not bring my camera, but one of my group members did and I hope to get a picture of it from him.
When we were talking to the chef in the charcuterie, he noted that the employees in the kitchen were all ~50 years old and that there are very few "apprentices" because no one seems to want to go into charcuterie. We asked why and the chef replied that he thought that younger people don't want to work the hours necessary in a charcuterie (in at 6am, out at 5pm, 6 days a week). Officially, one is not allowed to work more than 40 hours a week....but11 hours x 6 days = 66 so the chefs lie and say that they are only there 40 hours a week. This is not a rant about how 66 hours is a lot...its more a rant that there is a LAW saying how much you can work!
Not only is there a law on maximum hours...but there is also a law that states that if you own a shop (and its not a special time of year, like right before xmas) you are not allowed to open it on Sundays! And there was an article a few days ago (today on Slashdot) about how the French law "forbids booksellers from offering discounts of more than 5 percent off the list price" (See This Article). To an American...these laws seem outright crazy! But, to the French, they are a necessity to save their relaxed way of life. Which brings me to my next (and final) point (for today).
Mr. Michael Moore idolized French socialized medicine. But I know have proof that its not what its cracked up to be. The father-in-law of one of the girls in my basic cuisine class had a heart issue a few days ago. The doctors are treating him for what they think it is (a pulmonary embolism), but they can't say for certain since the wait for the CT scan is 4 months. 4 MONTHS for an EMERGENCY CT SCAN! This is a fairly basic scan and would be done within hours (worst case scenario, days) in an American hospital.
My experience in France, so far, has pushed my political opinions a bit to the right....
Voila!
Daria
P.S.
Here are some pictures my classmate took of the pig and the blood sausage:
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Failure
It was bound to happen sometime.
Today's "Puff pastry stuffed with leek and poached egg with a sauce I can't pronounce and can't remember" was a failure.
First the good news. The puff pastry (made in last practical and used during this practical) was nice. The dish also looked good:
(Mine)
(Chefs) (We did both rectangular and circular shapes)
But the sauce had way too much lemon juice. The peppers were not uniformly mirapoix-ed. And the poached egg was overcooked. (I don't like my yolks runny, but thats what the recipe called for...) The leek was also too buttery (in my opinion).
Other than the lemon juice in the sauce, which was very evident, the chef miraculously said that it wasn't bad. But I knew better. Everything (3 eggs, about 3 stalks of leek, the veal stock reduction, and the chicken stock sauce) was thrown out. I originally intended to save my puff pastries from the destruction since they had actually come out quite nicely. But somehow I managed to forget the container in which I had put them, in the metro. Voila. Practical which resulted in no food taken home.
Basic is starting to annoy me. I understand the need to go through all of the basics (so far: Sauces and Doughs), and in fact thats why I chose to go to cooking school in the first place. But the choice of recipes has been horrid!! We could have done a nicer recipe with puff pastry...like pot pie...or mini hors d'heurves ...instead we make something with leek and poached egg? Everything has an explanation, of course, since the school used the recipe how to teach us to poach eggs today...but ARGH!! C'mon! We can find something yummier! It just means that I'm not planning on cooking almost any of the recipes I've learned at Cordon Bleu after I finish the school. Tant pis.
<3
D
Today's "Puff pastry stuffed with leek and poached egg with a sauce I can't pronounce and can't remember" was a failure.
First the good news. The puff pastry (made in last practical and used during this practical) was nice. The dish also looked good:
(Mine)
(Chefs) (We did both rectangular and circular shapes)
Other than the lemon juice in the sauce, which was very evident, the chef miraculously said that it wasn't bad. But I knew better. Everything (3 eggs, about 3 stalks of leek, the veal stock reduction, and the chicken stock sauce) was thrown out. I originally intended to save my puff pastries from the destruction since they had actually come out quite nicely. But somehow I managed to forget the container in which I had put them, in the metro. Voila. Practical which resulted in no food taken home.
Basic is starting to annoy me. I understand the need to go through all of the basics (so far: Sauces and Doughs), and in fact thats why I chose to go to cooking school in the first place. But the choice of recipes has been horrid!! We could have done a nicer recipe with puff pastry...like pot pie...or mini hors d'heurves ...instead we make something with leek and poached egg? Everything has an explanation, of course, since the school used the recipe how to teach us to poach eggs today...but ARGH!! C'mon! We can find something yummier!
<3
D
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Rain Rain
Its been (very) rainy so much of what I've been doing lately is inside. My life has also gotten much less interesting since I've settled into a pattern here. My room is actually starting to feel like "my room" and I no longer have to look at maps to get between "home" and school.
Nonetheless, things are still interesting. I had my first French class at l'Alliance Francaise last night. I will try not to complain that after five (?) years of French they placed me in level A2 (2nd of 4 levels). The truth is that, although my vocabulary is good, I need a pretty thorough review of grammar. However, we spent most of last night's class going over things like when to use etre or avoir in the past tense and the use of imperatifs. These are things that I did in 7th or 8th grade, and they've been hammered in me pretty well. After class the teacher noted that maybe I should go up a level next week, and I think I agree with her assessment. Since the books are non-refundable though, I will go through and redo all of the really boring stuff, just to make sure I have it down.
Today we made pissaladiere (wikipedia has a slightly better description). As the chef described it, it is a pizza with ingredients that little children don't like. (olives, capers, anchovies, onions, tomatoes...yummy....) Surprisingly it isn't so bad, and mine turned out pretty well!
(Chef did not crimp the edges of his, though we had to in practical)
Chefs:
Mine:
This was part I of our dough sessions. So far we have used "savory yeast dough" in pissaladiere, have seen pasta being made, and today we saw savory short dough (for a quiche Lorraine and a wild mushroom quiche) and also the preparation of puff pastry. In many ways, I feel like all of this dough making is for naught because dough is one of the things that is easy to screw up: the ingredients must be measured precisely and you must know exactly how much to knead (or not knead) the dough. And it is just so easy to hop into a local supermarket freezer section to buy dough. (Dough freezes very well, so you lose nothing from buying a good dough that has been frozen) Furthermore, flour comes in different "grades" (In Europe, it is marked - for example "55" is all purpose and higher grades have more whole wheat, but in most parts of the world flour isn't marked) and the grade determines how much water/butter you need to add to the recipe. This is frustrating! And where will I buy "dry butter" that I need to make my puff pastry with?
Sometimes its great to make something from scratch (like apple pie during thanksgiving), but so far, I am not convinced that making dough, rather than buying it, is particularly "worth it" for most occasions.
Bissous!
Daria
Nonetheless, things are still interesting. I had my first French class at l'Alliance Francaise last night. I will try not to complain that after five (?) years of French they placed me in level A2 (2nd of 4 levels). The truth is that, although my vocabulary is good, I need a pretty thorough review of grammar. However, we spent most of last night's class going over things like when to use etre or avoir in the past tense and the use of imperatifs. These are things that I did in 7th or 8th grade, and they've been hammered in me pretty well. After class the teacher noted that maybe I should go up a level next week, and I think I agree with her assessment. Since the books are non-refundable though, I will go through and redo all of the really boring stuff, just to make sure I have it down.
Today we made pissaladiere (wikipedia has a slightly better description). As the chef described it, it is a pizza with ingredients that little children don't like. (olives, capers, anchovies, onions, tomatoes...yummy....) Surprisingly it isn't so bad, and mine turned out pretty well!
(Chef did not crimp the edges of his, though we had to in practical)
Chefs:
Mine:
This was part I of our dough sessions. So far we have used "savory yeast dough" in pissaladiere, have seen pasta being made, and today we saw savory short dough (for a quiche Lorraine and a wild mushroom quiche) and also the preparation of puff pastry. In many ways, I feel like all of this dough making is for naught because dough is one of the things that is easy to screw up: the ingredients must be measured precisely and you must know exactly how much to knead (or not knead) the dough. And it is just so easy to hop into a local supermarket freezer section to buy dough. (Dough freezes very well, so you lose nothing from buying a good dough that has been frozen) Furthermore, flour comes in different "grades" (In Europe, it is marked - for example "55" is all purpose and higher grades have more whole wheat, but in most parts of the world flour isn't marked) and the grade determines how much water/butter you need to add to the recipe. This is frustrating! And where will I buy "dry butter" that I need to make my puff pastry with?
Sometimes its great to make something from scratch (like apple pie during thanksgiving), but so far, I am not convinced that making dough, rather than buying it, is particularly "worth it" for most occasions.
Bissous!
Daria
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Little Piggy Went To The Market
The Mouftar (sp?) market was amazing.
There was an accordion player, a (high school?) band, and even a little circle of people dancing to recorded music. The entire experience reminded me more of going to Harvard square on a Friday night (....I miss that...) than going to a food market in the US. The street was full of many different merchants selling various meats, fish, veggies, breads, everything! Most of it was raw (fresh), but some of it was prepared, so if I had not already made lunch plans I would have eaten there.
The market is only open on Sundays until 2pm, so I made a point of deciding to cook something for my host family today just so that I could go to the market today. I decided on Cannelloni with a ham and spinach stuffing. I saw it made in demonstration, but because we won't be making it in practical, I decided to try it myself at home. I bought all of the ingredients at the market (but, unfortunately many of them came from the supermarket that was also open....I could not find Ricotta or lasagna sheets (from which I made cannelloni shells) anywhere else!)
Since I had left my recipe binder in my locker at school, I took a few detours and made it a bit differently than how we did it in school, but it was still good - and my host family really liked it! My hope is that if I cook sometimes for them, I will be able to join them for their dinners when I don't feel like cooking. (I didn't have a practical in the past 2 days so I was ready to cook up a storm today) In addition, when we had dinner, we spoke almost exclusively in French...so it would give me an opportunity to practice my French. Yay!
<3 D
There was an accordion player, a (high school?) band, and even a little circle of people dancing to recorded music. The entire experience reminded me more of going to Harvard square on a Friday night (....I miss that...) than going to a food market in the US. The street was full of many different merchants selling various meats, fish, veggies, breads, everything! Most of it was raw (fresh), but some of it was prepared, so if I had not already made lunch plans I would have eaten there.
The market is only open on Sundays until 2pm, so I made a point of deciding to cook something for my host family today just so that I could go to the market today. I decided on Cannelloni with a ham and spinach stuffing. I saw it made in demonstration, but because we won't be making it in practical, I decided to try it myself at home. I bought all of the ingredients at the market (but, unfortunately many of them came from the supermarket that was also open....I could not find Ricotta or lasagna sheets (from which I made cannelloni shells) anywhere else!)
Since I had left my recipe binder in my locker at school, I took a few detours and made it a bit differently than how we did it in school, but it was still good - and my host family really liked it! My hope is that if I cook sometimes for them, I will be able to join them for their dinners when I don't feel like cooking. (I didn't have a practical in the past 2 days so I was ready to cook up a storm today) In addition, when we had dinner, we spoke almost exclusively in French...so it would give me an opportunity to practice my French. Yay!
<3 D
Friday, January 11, 2008
A 300 Euro Meal
No...I didn't spend 300 euros on a meal...but I did get to taste it!
Chef Bodier, the first Sous Chef of the Ledoyen (*** Michelin) came to the Cordon Bleu to do a demonstration. He made:
Beet macerated with smoked and citrus flavors
Truffle and fine macaroni timbale with a cream sauce
(and the head of pastry made) Chocolate and orange tartlet
Oh my God. The food was amazing. Everything looked like a desert. I was so incredibly sorry I didn't have my camera to take pictures. The macaroni actually stood up vertically on the plate to create this little box, and inside of it was the truffle and cream sauce. It was so delicious. (Though, I don't think I would ever pay for truffles, since they are incredibly expensive, and surprisingly for me at least, not that good. )
Now comes the kicker. The appetizer...alone...costs 85 Euros at the restaurant. HOLY MOLY! The most expensive main course (for one) cost 140 Euros. OH MY. So how do they come up with these ridonculous prices? They serve, on average, about 40-50 people per night that they are open...and they have 21 chefs (16 cuisine, 5 pastry) to serve them. That is one chef per two people! Amazing. Needless to say, I don't think I'll ever be eating there on my budget (now if Lehman or someone else wants to pick up the tab then....)
After the demonstration my roomate and I went out for a quick drink and then we went to see "le grain et le moulet" (I think that is what it was...) A very French movie. I didn't understand the first quarter of the movie, but then I started following much better. In typical French fashion, the movie isn't very happy....and its also way too long. It was obvious that it had nowhere near the budget of most Hollywood films, but that was nice too because the actors actually looked like real people (with wrinkles and even FAT!). I'm going to try to see some more movies (in French) so I can improve my comprehension and actually learn this crazy language while I'm here.
Cheers!
D
Chef Bodier, the first Sous Chef of the Ledoyen (*** Michelin) came to the Cordon Bleu to do a demonstration. He made:
Beet macerated with smoked and citrus flavors
Truffle and fine macaroni timbale with a cream sauce
(and the head of pastry made) Chocolate and orange tartlet
Oh my God. The food was amazing. Everything looked like a desert. I was so incredibly sorry I didn't have my camera to take pictures. The macaroni actually stood up vertically on the plate to create this little box, and inside of it was the truffle and cream sauce. It was so delicious. (Though, I don't think I would ever pay for truffles, since they are incredibly expensive, and surprisingly for me at least, not that good. )
Now comes the kicker. The appetizer...alone...costs 85 Euros at the restaurant. HOLY MOLY! The most expensive main course (for one) cost 140 Euros. OH MY. So how do they come up with these ridonculous prices? They serve, on average, about 40-50 people per night that they are open...and they have 21 chefs (16 cuisine, 5 pastry) to serve them. That is one chef per two people! Amazing. Needless to say, I don't think I'll ever be eating there on my budget (now if Lehman or someone else wants to pick up the tab then....)
After the demonstration my roomate and I went out for a quick drink and then we went to see "le grain et le moulet" (I think that is what it was...) A very French movie. I didn't understand the first quarter of the movie, but then I started following much better. In typical French fashion, the movie isn't very happy....and its also way too long. It was obvious that it had nowhere near the budget of most Hollywood films, but that was nice too because the actors actually looked like real people (with wrinkles and even
Cheers!
D
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Sauces continued....Chicken.
We're in a unit of sauces. Yesterday, we made Fish Fumet, and since that is a stock based on fish, we supplemented it with whiting. Today we made a white sauce...but we made it with chicken stock...so we also cooked chicken. We had chicken with white sauce (and rice). Its not that it was "bad," but for the amount of butter that we put in the sauce, it should have been better. The sauce is not a bad "alfredo" type sauce, but it does not belong on chicken.
We had a different practical Chef today. So far, we've only had Chef Bruno in practical but today we had Chef Thivet (?). Chef Bruno is really nice, makes an effort to speak in English, and generally gives a helping hand when necessary. This Chef, otherwise, was pretty intense. He often said "well its your recipe, don't ask me what to do." Considering we started with a chicken that was just feathered (and we needed to truss it etc...) this was not a very great comment to hear.
I was happy that I gave the recipe an extra readthrough at the beginning of class and I made sure to be very organized throughout the entire process. At the end of class, he told me that mine was good - YAY! And I wasn't the last one done (In fact I was one of the first!) Voila is the finished product:
(Image courtesy of my super housemate who also has a cannon camera and lent me her cable)
In honor of images, here are a few more.
(The starting ingredients for the chicken today)
(Our Kitchen)
We had a different practical Chef today. So far, we've only had Chef Bruno in practical but today we had Chef Thivet (?). Chef Bruno is really nice, makes an effort to speak in English, and generally gives a helping hand when necessary. This Chef, otherwise, was pretty intense. He often said "well its your recipe, don't ask me what to do." Considering we started with a chicken that was just feathered (and we needed to truss it etc...) this was not a very great comment to hear.
I was happy that I gave the recipe an extra readthrough at the beginning of class and I made sure to be very organized throughout the entire process. At the end of class, he told me that mine was good - YAY! And I wasn't the last one done (In fact I was one of the first!) Voila is the finished product:
(Image courtesy of my super housemate who also has a cannon camera and lent me her cable)In honor of images, here are a few more.
(The starting ingredients for the chicken today)
(Our Kitchen)
(Self Explanatory)
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Cooking Classes
Today we made fish.
We Scaled. Gutted. and Filleted the fish. This is a skill I don't think I will be using anytime after Paris.
It was...pretty disgusting....
The fish turned out pretty well, but I didn't have time to finish my reduction sauce so it wasn't as strong as I would have wanted it. (We made reduced Fish Fumet, a fish stock, as the sauce)
After class, one of the girls in the class sliced her palm (maybe a 2 inch cut? it was pretty big...) when she was putting her knives away. It was scary.
I'm just tired after a very long day today. I have a lot to learn and I have to get better at French and start cooking better too! (My fillets weren't exactly cordon bleu quality...)
-D
We Scaled. Gutted. and Filleted the fish. This is a skill I don't think I will be using anytime after Paris.
It was...pretty disgusting....
The fish turned out pretty well, but I didn't have time to finish my reduction sauce so it wasn't as strong as I would have wanted it. (We made reduced Fish Fumet, a fish stock, as the sauce)
After class, one of the girls in the class sliced her palm (maybe a 2 inch cut? it was pretty big...) when she was putting her knives away. It was scary.
I'm just tired after a very long day today. I have a lot to learn and I have to get better at French and start cooking better too! (My fillets weren't exactly cordon bleu quality...)
-D
Monday, January 7, 2008
First Day (Part II)
3 hour practicals are exhausting. That is my conclusion for today.
I am the "assistant" this week so that means that I need to get there early to bring up all of the ingredients that we need to prepare the recipe, then distribute them among all of the students. There is supposed to be two assistants for each class, but the other person who was supposed to come help today wasn't in class. In fact, we had only 6 people when we were supposed to have 8. I struggled a bit to find my way and how to get the dumb waiter (the food elevator) to work...and also struggled with the walk in refrigerator door. I didn't see the latch so when I pulled it didn't open...then the chefs (who have lunch in the room that is next to the refrigerator) said something in French and I thought it meant that the door slides...so I tried to slide it. They all started laughing!! Finally someone actually helped me get the door open, but I was completely red faced by then.
The class itself went pretty well...not amazing since I didn't quite get the timing and I should have looked more carefully at the recipe before we started cooking, but the soup turned out not bad. That made me happy. In cooking class, no one follows the same schedule. Its not like the Chef announces : "Okay, now cut the cabbage, and please stir the soup" rather he just walks around while you prepare it. I was definitely one of the slower ones (there was a guy who had worked in a kitchen for 4 years already and he was *so* good!) but it turned out okay.
Today, I learned how to cut properly (even if slowly), and I only cut myself once, and only a tiny little bit. So it was pretty good. I'm also very proud that I cut my first onion without crying, rubbing my eyes, or having to walk away for a moment to compose myself. YAY! My mirapoix cuts were uneven, but small and my other cuts were pretty good (though often uneven).
As I walked through the metro with my swimming pool sized container full of soup, everyone looked at me oddly, but I was pretty proud of my creation.
-D
Soup:
I am the "assistant" this week so that means that I need to get there early to bring up all of the ingredients that we need to prepare the recipe, then distribute them among all of the students. There is supposed to be two assistants for each class, but the other person who was supposed to come help today wasn't in class. In fact, we had only 6 people when we were supposed to have 8. I struggled a bit to find my way and how to get the dumb waiter (the food elevator) to work...and also struggled with the walk in refrigerator door. I didn't see the latch so when I pulled it didn't open...then the chefs (who have lunch in the room that is next to the refrigerator) said something in French and I thought it meant that the door slides...so I tried to slide it. They all started laughing!! Finally someone actually helped me get the door open, but I was completely red faced by then.
The class itself went pretty well...not amazing since I didn't quite get the timing and I should have looked more carefully at the recipe before we started cooking, but the soup turned out not bad. That made me happy. In cooking class, no one follows the same schedule. Its not like the Chef announces : "Okay, now cut the cabbage, and please stir the soup" rather he just walks around while you prepare it. I was definitely one of the slower ones (there was a guy who had worked in a kitchen for 4 years already and he was *so* good!) but it turned out okay.
Today, I learned how to cut properly (even if slowly), and I only cut myself once, and only a tiny little bit. So it was pretty good. I'm also very proud that I cut my first onion without crying, rubbing my eyes, or having to walk away for a moment to compose myself. YAY! My mirapoix cuts were uneven, but small and my other cuts were pretty good (though often uneven).
As I walked through the metro with my swimming pool sized container full of soup, everyone looked at me oddly, but I was pretty proud of my creation.
-D
Soup:
First Day (so far)
When I had orientation, Cordon Bleu gave me a little book which had my name and then "B". My mother (who was there with me) and I also took a look at the class lists, and jointly confirmed that I was in group "B".
I think ghostwriter came by and changed some letters around...I am in group D! I went to class (at 8:30!) and we noticed something was wrong immediately because there were 10 students in the practical (all practicals are 8 students). Someone read attendance and I wasn't listed, of course. I left and then found that my class starts at 12:30 today! Arghh!
It did give me some time to mark my knives (everyone gets the same knife set, so its important to mark knives to make sure they are identifiable) and do some other administrata.
I will hopefully repost tonight about my real practical when I have it.
I think ghostwriter came by and changed some letters around...I am in group D! I went to class (at 8:30!) and we noticed something was wrong immediately because there were 10 students in the practical (all practicals are 8 students). Someone read attendance and I wasn't listed, of course. I left and then found that my class starts at 12:30 today! Arghh!
It did give me some time to mark my knives (everyone gets the same knife set, so its important to mark knives to make sure they are identifiable) and do some other administrata.
I will hopefully repost tonight about my real practical when I have it.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Apartment and Monmartre (hey its almost an anagram!)
After quite a battle with my computer, I finally got back online! (The reason why there was no post yesterday)
Yesterday we saw our two final apartments. The first was a homestay...and the second turned out to be a sublet of an entire apt! The second was probably the best we saw of any of them (and it was RIGHT next to Centre Pompidou!!!)...but I would be all alone there...so we decided not to do it. So...after much deliberation (or not) we chose the first place we saw yesterday and I moved in today.
Its a nice room in a really nice family. However, I don't think I will ever complain about bad mattresses (or pillows) again! Funny story:
We saw the apt. in the am and then after all of our apartment hunting, in the evening went to the Centre Pompidou (since it was so close to the second apt). While we were in line, we called this family and told them that we would take it. They were great about it and let me move in today - we agreed on 11am. Then today, when we arrive (late) at around 11:30 [tugging suitcases through metro turnstiles is no fun.] the woman suggests that we go upstairs to see the room now that she put sheets on the bed etc. We go upstairs...and the sheets...they look kind of wet in places...
...the dog, pissed off that the woman hadn't taken him for a walk that morning...pissed on the sheets. YUCK!!! The woman redid all the sheets and washed the pillow and the comforter so that when I came back in the evening everything was clean again.
So today, my last day with my mom, after we got settled in the room, we went to Montmartre. We had a really fun time going into all of the galleries and then after we heard the bells announcing Mass (in Sacre Coeur on top of Montmartre) so we went in. I'd never been to Mass before, but it was pretty interesting. More interesting though since I had fun trying to decipher what the priest was saying in French. The church architecture and organ music helped make it enjoyable too...but still couldn't sit through more than 15 minutes :) Alas. Thank goodness I'm not Christian.
Then I came back to the apartment, talked a little bit with the family and then to bed.
I have class tomorrow at 8:30 am (EEEK!!!) and I need some good sleep since I don't want to cut myself tomorrow in the practical!
-D
Yesterday we saw our two final apartments. The first was a homestay...and the second turned out to be a sublet of an entire apt! The second was probably the best we saw of any of them (and it was RIGHT next to Centre Pompidou!!!)...but I would be all alone there...so we decided not to do it. So...after much deliberation (or not) we chose the first place we saw yesterday and I moved in today.
Its a nice room in a really nice family. However, I don't think I will ever complain about bad mattresses (or pillows) again! Funny story:
We saw the apt. in the am and then after all of our apartment hunting, in the evening went to the Centre Pompidou (since it was so close to the second apt). While we were in line, we called this family and told them that we would take it. They were great about it and let me move in today - we agreed on 11am. Then today, when we arrive (late) at around 11:30 [tugging suitcases through metro turnstiles is no fun.] the woman suggests that we go upstairs to see the room now that she put sheets on the bed etc. We go upstairs...and the sheets...they look kind of wet in places...
...the dog, pissed off that the woman hadn't taken him for a walk that morning...pissed on the sheets. YUCK!!! The woman redid all the sheets and washed the pillow and the comforter so that when I came back in the evening everything was clean again.
So today, my last day with my mom, after we got settled in the room, we went to Montmartre. We had a really fun time going into all of the galleries and then after we heard the bells announcing Mass (in Sacre Coeur on top of Montmartre) so we went in. I'd never been to Mass before, but it was pretty interesting. More interesting though since I had fun trying to decipher what the priest was saying in French. The church architecture and organ music helped make it enjoyable too...but still couldn't sit through more than 15 minutes :) Alas. Thank goodness I'm not Christian.
Then I came back to the apartment, talked a little bit with the family and then to bed.
I have class tomorrow at 8:30 am (EEEK!!!) and I need some good sleep since I don't want to cut myself tomorrow in the practical!
-D
Friday, January 4, 2008
Et Voila. My first day at Le Cordon Bleu
I had my new student orientation at Le Cordon Bleu today. We started with a very basic, boring and long orientation go over the entire cordon bleu program...and all of the cordon bleu offerings (we even got a quick intro to the gift shop...euh). Then we had a tour of the school and got our uniforms and all of the other good stuff (read: knife kit) that comes with our hefty payment.
The school looks great :) Its fairly small, but there are 7(?) industrial kitchens. The format of the school is a 3hr demonstration class (with students in all the "basic cuisine" groups attend together) and then perhaps that day, or most often, the day after, a 3 hr practical where groups of 8 students use the kitchen to make one or two of the recipes the chef showed during the demonstration. In the practical, every student gets some of the counter space, but his/her (its about 50/50) own oven and range w/ 4 electric hotplates. Its not bad.
On to the goodies:
The uniform didn't fit me...at all. I exchanged it and decreased the size of both the jacket and the pants. While the pants now fit me better (though I, like everyone else in the class will need to get them hemmed) the jacket still seems large. Perhaps you will have to judge when I post fbook pix. (Once again...when I get my USB cord).
The knife kit was better :) I was salivating over it prior to getting to C.B. but its not as big a deal as I thought it was going to be (though its still great!). Other than the Chef's knife (9") and a basic serrated knife, I probably won't be needing most of the other tools when I'm back in my own kitchen. We'll learn how to use a lot of the tools and will use them at the school...but my gut feeling is that I will not be filleting a fish back in Palo Alto. (Even if Scott did like fish!) Nontheless, its very professional and pretty amazing to learn how to use all of the tools. For a description of the knife kit, check out: http://chezchristine.typepad.com/chez_christine/2006/08/lcb_knife_kit.html
We had a brief break for lunch, and then we had our first demonstration at 3:30pm. This was on a pretty basic vegetable soup...that didn't even taste good. HOWEVER the point of the soup was more to learn the cuts of food and basic knife skills. It was pretty interesting.
Alas.. the class was 3 hours long. Its now 1am and I'm tired...so I shall have to cut short the blog post. (Went to an absolutely amazing restaurant for dinner... maybe I"ll chronical that experience, and more apartment hunting, tomorrow)
-D
The school looks great :) Its fairly small, but there are 7(?) industrial kitchens. The format of the school is a 3hr demonstration class (with students in all the "basic cuisine" groups attend together) and then perhaps that day, or most often, the day after, a 3 hr practical where groups of 8 students use the kitchen to make one or two of the recipes the chef showed during the demonstration. In the practical, every student gets some of the counter space, but his/her (its about 50/50) own oven and range w/ 4 electric hotplates. Its not bad.
On to the goodies:
The uniform didn't fit me...at all. I exchanged it and decreased the size of both the jacket and the pants. While the pants now fit me better (though I, like everyone else in the class will need to get them hemmed) the jacket still seems large. Perhaps you will have to judge when I post fbook pix. (Once again...when I get my USB cord).
The knife kit was better :) I was salivating over it prior to getting to C.B. but its not as big a deal as I thought it was going to be (though its still great!). Other than the Chef's knife (9") and a basic serrated knife, I probably won't be needing most of the other tools when I'm back in my own kitchen. We'll learn how to use a lot of the tools and will use them at the school...but my gut feeling is that I will not be filleting a fish back in Palo Alto. (Even if Scott did like fish!) Nontheless, its very professional and pretty amazing to learn how to use all of the tools. For a description of the knife kit, check out: http://chezchristine.typepad.com/chez_christine/2006/08/lcb_knife_kit.html
We had a brief break for lunch, and then we had our first demonstration at 3:30pm. This was on a pretty basic vegetable soup...that didn't even taste good. HOWEVER the point of the soup was more to learn the cuts of food and basic knife skills. It was pretty interesting.
Alas.. the class was 3 hours long. Its now 1am and I'm tired...so I shall have to cut short the blog post. (Went to an absolutely amazing restaurant for dinner... maybe I"ll chronical that experience, and more apartment hunting, tomorrow)
-D
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Le Francais
I have never been happier that I speak at least some French.
Although some people speak English, most people can't say more than a few simple phrases. This is a problem. Ordinarily, I would do my best to speak only in French...but when I'm trying to make sure I know how many minutes I get in my calling plan, and if my phone has free incoming international calls, and if there is free internet in the apartment (or any connection whatsoever for that matter), the last thing I want to do is use my broken French. Of course that is what I end up doing because no one speaks English.
Another frustrating thing I shouldn't be complaining about...My accent. I don't speak French very well, my grammar sucks, and I have a fairly limited vocabulary. However my accent is good. So I walk into the cell phone store asking if the employee spoke English (in French) and he replies that my French is better than his English. This did turn out to be true, but its happened frequently enough that after the first few basic words I say to people, they assume I speak French and then go rattle off *really* fast. Normally I can understand most of what they say, but then they start looking at me weirdly when I have a really hard time answering them.
Went to the American Church in Paris looking for apartment ads, found two...went to one already. The apartment was small (though I'm used to that) but there was no Internet. The woman, a nice Vietnamese woman, mentioned that it would only take 2 days to get it...but I can't take the risk that something won't work and I won't be able to use the 'net. So went that apartment.
Next we have an appointment at 5pm in a place slightly outside of Paris, but still on the Metro. Its a family homestay but its about 20 metro stops from cooking school...eeek. Perhaps it will work out, but I'm now doubtful.
At 7pm and at 8pm we have other appointments. The 7pm is with a woman who graduated from Berkeley in California, so I hope I like her room because it seems we could have some things in common. (In addition to the fact that she speaks English fluently!)
OH. Yesterday's apartment was *excellent* but she has someone coming to look at it on Saturday who expressed interest before us...so if that person doesn't take it, its ours...but if that person likes it then we're out of luck. This is why we're looking for other apartments now :)
-D
Although some people speak English, most people can't say more than a few simple phrases. This is a problem. Ordinarily, I would do my best to speak only in French...but when I'm trying to make sure I know how many minutes I get in my calling plan, and if my phone has free incoming international calls, and if there is free internet in the apartment (or any connection whatsoever for that matter), the last thing I want to do is use my broken French. Of course that is what I end up doing because no one speaks English.
Another frustrating thing I shouldn't be complaining about...My accent. I don't speak French very well, my grammar sucks, and I have a fairly limited vocabulary. However my accent is good. So I walk into the cell phone store asking if the employee spoke English (in French) and he replies that my French is better than his English. This did turn out to be true, but its happened frequently enough that after the first few basic words I say to people, they assume I speak French and then go rattle off *really* fast. Normally I can understand most of what they say, but then they start looking at me weirdly when I have a really hard time answering them.
Went to the American Church in Paris looking for apartment ads, found two...went to one already. The apartment was small (though I'm used to that) but there was no Internet. The woman, a nice Vietnamese woman, mentioned that it would only take 2 days to get it...but I can't take the risk that something won't work and I won't be able to use the 'net. So went that apartment.
Next we have an appointment at 5pm in a place slightly outside of Paris, but still on the Metro. Its a family homestay but its about 20 metro stops from cooking school...eeek. Perhaps it will work out, but I'm now doubtful.
At 7pm and at 8pm we have other appointments. The 7pm is with a woman who graduated from Berkeley in California, so I hope I like her room because it seems we could have some things in common. (In addition to the fact that she speaks English fluently!)
OH. Yesterday's apartment was *excellent* but she has someone coming to look at it on Saturday who expressed interest before us...so if that person doesn't take it, its ours...but if that person likes it then we're out of luck. This is why we're looking for other apartments now :)
-D
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
In Paris!
We arrived in Paris this morning...6am...eeek! Perhaps what was more annoying is that we stood in line for getting our passports checked for about 45 minutes. I was disappointed that they didn't even stamp mine...they just swipe it and let you go through. My entire passport is empty even though it should have two France stamps in it now.
I was surprised by the quality of food on the plane. AirFrance takes its food seriously. Even though we were jam packed in the plane like sardines, we had:
Middle Eastern -style seven-grain salad with shrimp
Cheese Ravioli with basil sauce (I got this) OR Breast of chicken with paprika accompanies by Lyonnaise potatoes and French green beens (mom got this)
Camembert Cheese
Coffee-chocolate chip cake (tasted like cinamon...the only bad thing on the list)
A mini-baguette and chocolate.
Oooh and I could have gotten wine with the meal (gratuit) but declined and chose OJ instead.
Pas Mal! (We also got a small breakfast)
Since then, I had my first Crepe for this trip...I'm sure it won't be my last since its right outside of the hotel we are staying at. ...speaking of which....
THE HOTEL ROOM IS TINY! I knew Paris hotel rooms are small, but this pretty much hit a new low. I will post pictures when I get my USB cable to transfer the photos (I was stupid and forgot to pack it).
Anyways, we've been on a mission to find an apartment. We visited the first which was okay, but not excellent. Also in a slightly more seedy part of town. I'm really excited to visit our second apartment where we have an appointment at seven, because its pretty close to the school and sounds pretty nice. Since we have a habit of getting semi-lost (any surprises there?) and taking forever to understand the metro, we should go now.
-D
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