"Improv" in the Kitchen

We had a pal over for lunch and we planned an Autumn menu:  Two pheasants, a braised cabbage with smoked bacon, pureed parsnips .  It all sounded great.

None of us had ever done the recipes together ....or separately for that matter .  But we had a beautiful Savoy cabbage and some jaunty little parsnips we had found on the Cours Salaya on Sunday and two handsome birds from the butcher .


We found a pheasant recipe from Elizabeth David's FRENCH PROVINCIAL COOKING.

If you don't know Elizabeth David,  and you like french food, then you should look into this English "Julia Child".  As the cover of the book says, "one could cook for a lifetime on this book alone. "

Our choice from the book was "Faisan A La Cauchoise" or Pheasant with cream, calvados and apple.

We have three sizes of heavy iron Le Crueset "cocottes" and the two birds fit happily into the big one with about a 1/4 cup of butter to cook it in. E. David says to cook it for 40-45 minutes but I always test the meat after 25 min. ( it's better to be sure.... NOthing worse than dried out poultry or game.)

Done,  So now that's on a medium flame.

OK, NEXT THING TO DO. POUR THE CHAMPAGNE OUT FOR EVERYONE.

This is an important step and makes for a necessary if not accurate rendering of all of your efforts.

Next:    Monsieur gets intimately involved in the peeling and dicing of the parsnips.

Our "bon ami" then starts dicing 4 apples to saute in butter for a side dish.  Gibier or game, as you know, is often happily accompanied with a fruit taste like apples, citrus or berries.

 Well and good, he is going great guns with the apple corer and extra peeler.



We tell some jokes, some stories and drink some more .  KCSM radio from the bay area jazz station is playing in the background.  Perfect.

The birds are half-way done and turned over, golden brown, before we realize that we are all going at a different pace.  There is no way that we are going to be ready with either the parsnips or cabbage whose recipes we want to prepare the first time with some care.

Running around, searching the fridge for a green substitute and "a starch".  As one of my relatives says, "Where's my starch?!!" translated as rice, bread or potatoes.

The birds are now ready after 35 minutes and Monsieur takes the meat off and puts it in the oven to stay warm while he prepares the rich sauce.  We take the fat and scrapings from the pot and pour in a little warmed cognac ( no calvados in the house) .

 After 2 matches it won't light for the big "flambee" number to burn off the alcohol.  After 4 matches it still won't really  light.  What is the secret here? .....who knows and frankly who cares!

 This is going to be such a killer sauce.  Next we add the cream to the sauce and "bubble it" until it starts to thicken.

 By some small miracle our greens and our starch (Asian red rice) are ready at the same moment and so are we.  It's 2PM and we are hungry.

Best pheasant I ever had!  Sincerely.   The secret is in the sauce...pun intended.

Continental Drift: driving in town

I would NOT say that the French are terrible drivers...... but I miss the relaxation of being behind the wheel in San Francisco.  Those steep SF hills never got to me even with a stick shift.   And there was an impressive police presence in California so we didn't get out of line.

We don't have a car here but we hire one from time to time.   This is our latest C5 above.

By not owning a car here, I will probably add years to my life.

 Instead I take my chances against dogs, prams, and armpits of serious neglect which may be found jammed together on the bus or tram.     Armed with music or a journal to scribble in,  the bus can be as close as possible to a pleasant experience in mind control.

To DRIVE in France you should be aware that:

  l. Any opening in traffic will be BOLDLY AND ASSERTIVELY filled even if a line is merging.  Shoving in the queue is a national pastime.

 2. If a lane is clearly marked in the street it is just a SUGGESTION.  (Anyway,  lanes are only the width of a car.... give or take a few centimeters.... so one should be expected to wander. )

 3.  If you are on a scooter, there are NO RULES ( that are followed)...after all you don't have to have a proper driving license to ride one.  (You can and will take off the muffler right away because you are probably a 14 year old boy.)

 4. Cities were built for carts and buggies so you have to expect DOUBLE PARKING for deliveries or the quick purchase of a pack of cigarettes, and streets changing from the right to the left side 3 OR 4 TIMES in the space of a minute.  Stay alert.

 5. Narrow lanes (like my street) are open to two way traffic.  You will always be the one to back up.  (Watch out for the ditch on your side though and scraping your side mirrors on the retaining walls.)

6.  POLICE ARE FEW ON THE ROADS.  It costs the state a lot to hire a policeman and give him extra benefits for life so you almost never see a traffic cop in action. Radar is used a lot for speeding. Without a police presence people will get up to a lot of nonsense, won't they?  Of course they will.

7. There are huge curbs 30 cm high to separate bus from car lanes.  If you need to turn right across the bus lane, Godspeed .  If you wait too long for the bus to pass you will get honking behind you.  Stay cool.

The bug-a-boo for me is the AGGRESSIVE stance.

 My french girlfriend tried to pass her driving course and was left in tears each session with the instructor screaming at her to force her way into the fray.

 Finally he gave her a question that she knew she could answer:  "If there is a choice between getting forward or following the rules of the book of the route, which is it?"  Easy she said: " you follow the official guidelines."

" WRONG:  Go For it!  Take the initiative", the instructor barked.

The next worst driving habit is what I call Continental Drift.

 If there is a bicycle (velo) in your right lane don't wait or pull over or check your mirror to get around him.  Just drift over into the guy in the next lane left of you, without signaling. #*!**

(And where is the fellow on the inside lane supposed to end up...in the flower bed?!!!)

We rent a car to get in the big shopping and so that I don't lose my nerve.  I am driving this week, in fact.

I get in, say a prayer and before long I'm into it ... ALLEZ Y, AN OPENING !!    I could do this.

Cauliflower Sunday

This handsome vegetable made the basis of Sunday lunch today.  It is not a choice that I have ever made before but he was just so lovely, and organically raised and our friend Roge who is staying with us for a bit encouraged me to bring him home.  

I just steamed up this beautiful flower...and then put him in a pan to saute him in olive oil and a few smashed garlic cloves.   

As an accompaniment,  I rootled around in the cupboard and found three kinds of rice ( basmati and black wild rice and another red brown variety I found at the Asian market) which I prepared with some barley, cooked in two separate pans and combined after cooking.  

  Whole barley, like brown rice takes almost 45 minutes to prepare but the other rices were finished in 20 minutes or so. ( It's true that wild rice usually takes longer than Basmati but I only have four burners so I compromised a bit.)  

This might have been a vegan meal except I put some soft goat cheese (chevre) on the plate and let folks help themselves at the table.  

It was a sweet, sweet cauliflower.  We ate all the leaves with sea salt and a bit of red pepper flakes.  THe flavors were incredible!

For dessert, I had my two squares of chocolate "noir".

I am not a vegetarian but my husband and I do not eat industrially farmed food if we can possibly avoid it.

 Here as elsewhere in the world, you might pay more for sustainably farmed or raised products, but your body will thank you and so will your taste buds.  It's better to scrimp elsewhere if you feel the need.   

 As far as I know, you only get one body a lifetime and it's yours to care for...and that goes for an earth too.

Giacometti Studio: Part 3

Sometimes when I'm watching a film or documentary at home, I take digital photos of some of the frames. I may see a texture or a composition that I like.

We found a dvd about the artist, Alberto Giacometti done by the Gallery Maeght and I made a photo study of Giacometti's studio.  He had basically made his own Lascaux cave, complete with drawings and scratches on his studio walls.   In his last years he moved to an isolated Italian village where he lived a simple life with his mother.

wall markings

                These photos are often out of focus but they can be evocative, especially as I save only a cropped piece of the original image.

studio wall drawing( detail)

wall drawing(detail)

detail of portrait

One of his early works ( detail)

The artist's mother

                                                                       Early still life

                                
                    This one you can see the lighting in the room and the tv. I didn't crop it out.

            A photo of the artist just before he died at the age of 65.  He had begun to look like one of his statues, especially around the eyes?

They say you paint and sculpt yourself unconsciously.  Seems so.

Garden secrets

Oxalis can't wait for Spring

Caterpillar can't wait for dinner of rose leaves

Japonica can't wait to show off its Autumn display

                                  
                               Succulent doesn't hesitate to burst forth after a heavy storm.
                                              

                                      

Writing down the lines....

I have been "fasching" around trying to figure out how to design a blog .  

And I have from the start been looking for a name for my blog that is not already the name of a candy store, real estate company, boutique, or simply already snapped up by another wordsmith out there in cyberspace.  

  So you will have to bear with me as I navigate.  I am an autodidact type of personality.  I am used to having to figure things out by myself... but will love any guidance you can offer.

As for the new design template, I am fond of changing my look so I will do that sometimes.  

   To insert a photo in the background would require knowing what I am writing about and what I would therefore like to illustrate.  

I figure I would start and see what it is I actually say.    How do you illustrate a life?  

Billy Collins - Litany