That Fabulous Paris Dinner

That Fabulous Paris Dinner

So last week as I rambled on about Versailles and the amazing desserts we had, I promised I would tell you about The Dinner. πŸ™‚ The time has come! But first I must back up a bit, to my first night in Paris on that trip to visit my brother, Ryan.

It being a fine evening we decided to walk to dinner so off we went, striding along cobbled streets, weaving in and out of fellow diners wending their way to favorite spots. Suddenly we felt a few rain drops on our faces and within seconds it was a torrential downpour!!! Rain dumped from the heavens while a wild wind hurled rain drops straight at us! It was hilarious! Our best efforts at making ourselves beautiful for dinner were dashed and I laughed and Ryan didn’t as we huddled under a teensy overhang that did little to protect us from the elements. Then Ry spotted a phone booth and we scurried over to it just as the sky opened up wider and it REALLY started pouring. Rivers of water gushed down streets that had been bone dry only moments before, lightening flashed and I laughed delightedly as Ry shook his head in amusement at his loony sister. πŸ™‚

Then suddenly it was over. People emerged from doorways and continued on their way as if that crazy storm had never happened. πŸ™‚ We arrived at Aux Crus de Bourgogne looking rather the worse for wear, but were greeted warmly and had a good laugh at our adventure. πŸ™‚

This restaurant is one of Ryan’s favorites. It is just around the corner from his apartment and he eats there at least 2 or 3 times a week. The staff all know him by name and positively beam with delight when we enter. As soon as they know I’m his sister, I’m greeted with a flurry of kisses from perfect strangers and treated like an old family friend.

We had such a great evening! We ate with a couple of Ry’s coworkers, Pat, a hilarious Canadian and Bertrand, a suave Frenchman who is married but, as Ry put it, “he’s never let that stop him.” πŸ˜‰ We had a great time. The food was delicious and, thanks to the highly amusing Pat (and Ryan, per usual :-)), conversation was a delight. πŸ™‚

We started out with wine, a delicious red, followed by foie gras (a silky smooth bit of heaven!) spread on toast, crudites (including the most gorgeous little radishes!) dipped in grey salt, and various thinly sliced sausages.

For the main course I had beef bourguignon with mashed potatoes in honor of Julia Childs – absolute PERFECTION!! I’ve never tasted anything like it. The beef was fork tender, the sauce rich and dense with the flavors of caramelized vegetables and red wine.

Pat had roast rooster and Ry and Bertrand had beautiful fresh fish deboned and lightly breaded. Three bottles of wine later, we added dessert: divine chocolate mousse and cherries in brandy – unbelievably good! Then Bertrand decided we all needed to have a glass of Calvados and a round of prune liqueur. Bliss. πŸ™‚

cafe paris black and white

And this is why, after our wonderful, wearying day at Versailles, we simply had to return to this little place of comfort and culinary delights.

We were greeted with handshakes and kisses and shown to our usual table. πŸ™‚ Isn’t it marvy to have a β€œusual table”in Paris? πŸ™‚ We had a splendid time. Our hosts gave us complimentary glasses of chilled white wine then brought our starters: crudites (arugula, frisee, radishes, avocado and boiled egg with house dressing), a platter of wafer thin ham, small bowl of cornichons and a basket of bread. I had every intention of ordering something new, but as soon as I remembered the bouef bourguignon I HAD to have it again. πŸ™‚

Amy ordered the salmon topped with fleur de sel and accompanied by simple noodles, and Ry had filet of beef with mashed potatoes and haricots vert. A lovely red wine and three desserts later, we were ready for bed. Home we went, checking out the latest Paris fashions in the brightly lit windows as we passed.

Julia Child’s Beef Bourguignon
(Adapted from Mastering the Art of French Cooking)

Ingredients:

One 6-ounce piece of chunk bacon
3 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
3 pounds lean stewing beef, cut into 2-inch cubes
1 carrot, sliced
1 onion, sliced
Salt and pepper
2 tablespoons flour
3 cups red wine, young and full-bodied (like Beaujolais, Cotes du Rhone or Burgundy)
2 1/2 to 3 1/2 cups brown beef stock
1 tablespoon tomato paste
2 cloves mashed garlic
1/2 teaspoon thyme
A crumbled bay leaf
18 to 24 white onions, small
3 1/2 tablespoons butter
Herb bouquet (4 parsley sprigs, one-half bay leaf, one-quarter teaspoon thyme, tied in cheesecloth)
1 pound mushrooms, fresh and quartered

Directions

Remove bacon rind and cut into lardons (sticks 1/4-inch thick and 1 1/2 inches long). Simmer rind and lardons for 10 minutes in 1 1/2 quarts water. Drain and dry.
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
SautΓ© lardons in 1 tablespoon of the olive oil in a flameproof casserole over moderate heat for 2 to 3 minutes to brown lightly. Remove to a side dish with a slotted spoon.
Dry beef in paper towels; it will not brown if it is damp. Heat fat in casserole until almost smoking. Add beef, a few pieces at a time, and sautΓ© until nicely browned on all sides. Add it to the lardons.
In the same fat, brown the sliced vegetables. Pour out the excess fat.
Return the beef and bacon to the casserole and toss with 1/2 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper.
Then sprinkle on the flour and toss again to coat the beef lightly. Set casserole uncovered in middle position of preheated oven for 4 minutes.
Toss the meat again and return to oven for 4 minutes (this browns the flour and coves the meat with a light crust).
Remove casserole and turn oven down to 325 degrees.
Stir in wine and 2 to 3 cups stock, just enough so that the meat is barely covered.
Add the tomato paste, garlic, herbs and bacon rind. Bring to a simmer on top of the stove.
Cover casserole and set in lower third of oven. Regulate heat so that liquid simmers very slowly for 3 to 4 hours. The meat is done when a fork pierces it easily.
While the beef is cooking, prepare the onions and mushrooms.
Heat 1 1/2 tablespoons butter with one and one-half tablespoons of the oil until bubbling in a skillet.
Add onions and sautΓ© over moderate heat for about 10 minutes, rolling them so they will brown as evenly as possible. Be careful not to break their skins. You cannot expect them to brown uniformly.
Add 1/2 cup of the stock, salt and pepper to taste and the herb bouquet.
Cover and simmer slowly for 40 to 50 minutes until the onions are perfectly tender but hold their shape, and the liquid has evaporated. Remove herb bouquet and set onions aside.
Wipe out skillet and heat remaining oil and butter over high heat. As soon as you see butter has begun to subside, indicating it is hot enough, add mushrooms.
Toss and shake pan for 4 to 5 minutes. As soon as they have begun to brown lightly, remove from heat.
When the meat is tender, pour the contents of the casserole into a sieve set over a saucepan.
Wash out the casserole and return the beef and lardons to it. Distribute the cooked onions and mushrooms on top.
Skim fat off sauce in saucepan. Simmer sauce for a minute or 2, skimming off additional fat as it rises. You should have about 2 1/2 cups of sauce thick enough to coat a spoon lightly.
If too thin, boil it down rapidly. If too thick, mix in a few tablespoons stock. Taste carefully for seasoning.
Pour sauce over meat and vegetables. Cover and simmer 2 to 3 minutes, basting the meat and vegetables with the sauce several times.
Serve in casserole, or arrange stew on a platter surrounded with potatoes, noodles or rice, and decorated with parsley.

Simple Noodle Soup

Simple Noodle Soup

It’s Sunday evening and I’m tucked up in bed, slurping noodle soup and thinking I’ll keep my Christmas tree up for a while longer just cuz it makes me happy to see it there all twinkly and serene.

It’s been a wonderfully restful weekend spent in my pjs reading books, watching movies and getting extra sleep. Just what I needed to get rejuvenated and re-focused for this first week of 2010.

christmas in january

I’ve been reading voraciously the past few months, usually having at least 4 books on the go. At the moment I’m working through the hilarious and thought-provoking “The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to live the Bible as Literally as Possible”, soul-nourishing “Traveling Mercies”, goal-refining “The Huffington Post Complete Guide to Blogging” and “The Pianist” the heart-rending book on which the movie was based. Books are such a comfort, opening my heart to new ways of thinking, believing and experiencing, tearing down wrong conceptions and false teachings, freeing me to be myself. I love them. πŸ™‚

I’ve been eating noodle soup every day, a habit sparked by a visit to my folks’ house a while back when we indulged in Top Ramen for the first time in ages. πŸ™‚ I suppose “indulged” doesn’t seem the right word for such common fare, but when you add a few shots of soy sauce, a couple drops of Tabasco, and a sprinkling of green onion, that simple bag of petrified noodles becomes transcendent.

Of course, being almost completely devoid of any health-giving properties, Top Ramen is last minute, emergency ration fare, and I’ve been making healthier versions with soba noodles or whole-grain angel hair pasta.

I start with the broth, either hearty beef or chicken. My latest discovery is a divine concoction by College Inn featuring chicken broth infused with a blend of coconut, curry, garlic and coriander flavors. DELISH!

I add a sprinkling of green onion to the broth and set it to simmer while I get the noodle water boiling.

While soba noodles are my noodle of choice these days, tonight’s option is limited to thin whole wheat spaghetti. Yep, I really need to get to the grocery store. πŸ™‚

While the noodles cook I chop more green onion, cilantro and grab the bottle of soy sauce.

Once the noodles are done, drained and dumped into a soup bowl, I ladle in steaming broth, sprinkle scallions and cilantro, dash in some soy sauce and give it a stir. Mmm. I love the ease of preparation and simplicity of ingredients. The hot, salty broth, hearty, grainy noodles and fresh toppings make it a perfectly satisfying, perfectly light evening meal. Just what I want to kick off the New Year on a healthy note.

And, as a little bonus, several of you requested the Dijon Butter recipe I used for the Brussels Sprouts the other day. Here it is πŸ™‚

Dijon Butter
(From Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone)

1 garlic clove, put through press
1/4 pound butter
1 Tbsp Dijon mustard (I like grainy style)
1 large shallot finely diced or 2 Tbsp minced scallion
2 Tbsp chopped parsley
Salt and pepper to taste

Soften butter and blend with remaining ingredients. For the Brussels Sprouts I melt the butter. It makes it easier to coat.

Simple Noodle Soup

1 carton broth
2 handfuls of soba noodles or thin whole grain pasta
2-3 scallions, thinly sliced
handful of cilantro, chopped
soy sauce to taste

Combine broth and half of scallions, bring to boil and simmer for 5 minutes. Cook noodles and drain (rinse if using soba noodles), pour into soup bowls. Cover with broth, sprinkle with remaining scallions and cilantro, and add soy sauce to taste.

Cults and Comfort Food

Cults and Comfort Food

As a girl it was desperately important to me to have the holidays go as they were “supposed to.” I wanted all our family with me, all our traditions intact, and I would dissolve into tears if things weren’t just right. Oddly, they were tears of grief, not frustration, as if something precious had been lost, never to be recovered. The happiest times in my life revolved around those traditions and when something upset them I felt the loss deeply.

I wanted to preserve and remember every joyous moment. I wrote copiously in my journal documenting everything and when I got a camera I snapped away capturing brothers, cousins and friends in our mirth and jollity. And I collected water every New Year’s Eve. That’s right. Water. Heaven only knows where that idea sprouted from, but every year just before midnight I would fill one of Mum’s empty jars with water from that year, seal it, label it carefully and set it on a shelf in my room. I was a funny little creature. πŸ™‚

Safe in the cocoon of my family the holidays were beautiful, chock full of happy traditions that we all love to this day. But then I grew up, left home and life happened. There were beautiful moments, yes, lots of them, but also searing pain that made the hurt of a missed tradition seem like Christmas in comparison.

As a teenager I found myself in a religious cult masquerading as a Christian ministry. They promised to provide a home-away-from-home where we could safely be trained in all sorts of good things. They lied. The years that followed are mostly a blank to me now, punctuated by memories of abuse, neglect and brain-washing. When my parents realized what was happening – they’d been lied to as well – they were horrified and did everything they could to protect and restore my shattered heart and body.

For years I couldn’t face what happened there, but three years ago I couldn’t hide from it anymore and it hit me like a tidal wave. The time since then has been one of deepest darkness for me, mind-numbing pain, incapacitating fear, and boiling rage towards God and my abusers. I wanted desperately to just die but something inside wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t let the bad guys win.

So I fought back, trying to find something beautiful each day to delight in – fairy lights, a good book, herb garden, new song, and wonderful food. I found safe friends, safe family who loved me, cried with me, and told me I was going to be OK. That I was OK. I stopped feeling guilty for despising the Old God. He was despicable.

A brave friend and fellow cult survivor encouraged me to write, to blog. I couldn’t for a while, I was too scared, my emotions too raw, but one day, just when I needed it, the bravery came. I started this little blog, ramblingtart, and began to write, and write, and write. I met other bloggers and as I read and as I wrote my heart expanded and I saw that life really was beautiful, hopeful, and happy again.

I wasn’t in the darkness anymore.

light black and white

So this New Year’s Eve I abandoned all tradition. No party, no cork-popping at midnight, just me, my folks, Brit murder mysteries and comfort food. It was perfect. πŸ™‚

Mums and I made Poutine – our favoritest Canadian comfort food of all time: French fries topped with mozzarella cheese, beef gravy and LOTS of black pepper. AMAZING! πŸ™‚ Pops brought us “bubble water” aka – Perrier- Eggnog, Salt and Vinegar chips, and German Chocolate Little Debbie cookies. πŸ™‚ We got cozy under quilts and watched Inspector Lynley mysteries until we were too tired to stay up any longer. Then we hugged good bye, I drove home, sat in my bed and wrote by fairy light, tears streaming down my smiling face as I reflected on this horrible, beautiful year.

Happiest of New Year’s, dear ones! May this year be filled with love, beauty and sunshine. I love you all. πŸ™‚

Slather with hot gravy, sprinkle lavishly with pepper and enjoy! πŸ™‚

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