Showing posts with label Cooking Class. Show all posts
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Monday, December 11, 2006

L'atelier des Chefs Part Deux: La Truffe Noire

I have an incredible amount of work to do at the moment, so for anything pleasurable, I find myself trying to really justify to no one that what I want to do will be VERY productive for improving my quality of life. Otherwise, I better just sit right back down at the computer and keep on working. Fortunately, the bad angel over my other shoulder tells me that I'm only in Paris for a few more months and I'll regret it later if I miss out on living the good life while I've got it. So my brain gets stuck on the decision whether to seize the day for work or for play, until something unusual comes along.

Now, what could be more rare and intriguing then the ephemeral black truffle? You'd have a hard time finding one even if you were standing in front of it in the forest, as they're hidden in the leaves and well camouflaged like black golf balls covered with dirt, requiring the use of trained dogs to hunt them down. I've never even tried truffle oil, and I'm pretty sure that I won't be cooking with truffles in the foreseeable future, but I always wondered what all the fuss was about. It just so happens that the Atelier des Chefs was holding a 2 hour class to explore cooking with black truffles. Et voilà, it's, as they say, 'Mon Noël à Moi.'

It turns out that a black truffle is just a little ball of fungus, with hard, dry, bumpy exterior, and an interior very finely marbled in white and black. The more finely and evenly marbled your truffle is, the better its quality. How can you know this before buying it, I wonder? They're stored in cool conditions, but once at room temperature or warmer, black truffles exude a rich, earthy aroma which, while strong, isn't really pungent or assertive. I think it's this balance of earthiness and delicacy that makes truffles special in food dishes. But who in the world first thought of eating something the dog picked up, which smelled like dirt? It frequently occurs to me that there is no limit to what weird stuff the French will eat, and the weirder the better. It must be something in the wine.

The instructor was the same Japanese chef that I studied with last time when the 'special' ingredient was corn. This time we made a whole menu of starter, main dish and dessert, all featuring truffles. For the 12 of us, there were two good size truffles, coming from Drôme, a département in the Rhône-Alpes region. These truffles probably retail for 350 euros per kilo, while their cousins of another species from the Perigord region in the southwest retail for about 1000 euros per kilo. Funny enough, I read in a French cooking magazine, Regal, that you have to be careful because there are also Chinese black truffles on the market which are a different species, mass produced, of inferior flavor, and no aroma. I'd probably buy the wrong ones anyway, and that's why I'm happy to let the chefs do the buying. At L'atelier des Chefts, our recipes involving truffles for 6 people called for 30g of truffles. The menu, with four recipes, called for 20g of truffle per person, for a cost of 7 euros of truffles per person, not counting any other ingredients. Fortunately, the recipes make economical use of the strong aroma of the truffle, which acts as a condiment. According to the chef Regal interviewed, though, a dish should be 10-15% truffle, at minimum, or half as much if you have the pricey kind from Perigord.

First, by storing the truffles in a closed plastic container with eggs for two days, the eggs were allowed to soak up some aroma from the truffles. For the starter, we poached those eggs and served them on a creamy lentil soup, on top of which some slices of truffle were crumbled at the last minute. This picture shows the soup and the eggs, but not the truffles, since they really need to be crumbled on top at the last minute. The best temperature for appreciating the aroma of truffles is 57C (from the Regal article) and the aroma degrades quickly, somewhat like the way that the aromas in coffee don't last very long at high temperature.
In the next dish, we cut incisions part way through a trio of beautiful scallops and tucked a thin slice of truffle inside each, then skewered the scallops and truffles together. After letting the scallops rest in the fridge to allow the truffle's fragrance and flavor permeate the meat, we simply pan-fried each face of the skewered scallops in a small amount of olive oil. What was left of each truffle after our slicing was chopped up and added to a vinaigrette of radish and celery brunoise (very small dice, about 5mm on a side) with olive oil and white balsamic vinegar. To take advantage of every bit of the truffle's flavor and aroma, the dry outer part that we peeled off before slicing the truffle was saved by chopping it up and using it to infuse some softened butter that was later added to a potato purée.


Our purée was 'façon grand chef' which implies a heart-stopping 450g of butter for 600g of potatoes. The women in the class were quite hesitant about all of this butter, but the men in the class almost universally called for our instructor to bring out more butter!

The dessert was a traditional fondant au chocolat, with a slice of truffle hidden in the middle. I wasn't all that impressed with this, compared to the direct aroma and sense of the truffle in the starter and main dish. In fact, and since you can't see the truffle and its taste is a bit mild, I didn't feel that truffles really enhanced the chocolate cake. I'm sure there is some other combination of truffle and chocolate that is more interesting. Sorry, no picture on this one, but it looked pretty much like any other molten lava chocolate cake. I like this photo, if you must have one.

It was pretty fun to play around with a fascinating ingredient that I would never come across otherwise, and the food was indeed delicious in the end. For less money than I would have stresfully spent trying to cook with truffles on my own and wonder if I was missing something because I bought Chinese fakes, I got to relax and play around with them in someone else's kitchen. It was fun for sure, and definitely an experience I'm glad to have had in Paris.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

L'Atelier Des Chefs

For my birthday, a friend of mine invited me to join her at L'Atelier des Chefs, a cooking classroom in a department store, for a night of "nouvelle cuisine." So, finally the date arrived (it's Paris, where it seems like everything nice has to be reserved way in advance) and it was really great! Well, I got there late because of a security issue on the Metro and my bad decision to try to take the bus during rush hour instead. It turns out I missed the chopping of vegetables and peeling of citrus, so in a way I don't feel too bad.

The teacher was a cheeky (in a cute way, of course) Japanese woman, difficult to catch on film but fun to try to follow. She really moved with lightning speed, it's not a trick of the camera.



So, the first dish was "Langoustines rôties aux courgettes, sauce maïs, agrumes et coriandre" which involved some butterflied langoustines sauteed in olive oil and served with a sauce made from blended fresh corn, grapefruit, and oranges, with some coriander and hot pepper thrown in there too. It was all spread over a bed of lightly sauteed zucchini.



The next dish involved cooking foie gras, however this time there was no need for olive oil because the liver renders a shocking amount of grease as it cooks. My French friends assured me that there was still plenty left in the foie gras.



The final plating involved a bed of diced beets, and half of which were cooked and half of which were raw, and some of which were mashed up in the blender. Over the beets we put a griddle cake of cornmeal and fresh corn that also contained sauteed onions and a little hot red pepper powder, and topped whole darn thing with a piece of foie gras.



The food was beautiful and tasty (you get to take home what you make) and the class was fun, so I'm hoping to be able to take another one, especially because it's not really the kind of food that I have experience with. I was kind of disappointed after the class, because I didn't think I would be able to ever really do those dishes myself. Those feelings disappeared right away because, after the class was over, my friends decided to try to replicate the dishes at home for a bunch of people that were coming over THAT NIGHT. It worked and it was great! I guess that's what I get for keeping company with chemical engineers. I am completely in awe of the amazing hostess skills of the woman who invited me. Alice, tu es incroyable. (Et vous aussi, Cécile et Laure!)

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Last weekend, I went to Burgundy with the Club International des Jeunes a Paris, a non-profit organization that runs activities and excursions all the time, focussed on student-budget activities. We (50 or so of us) went by bus from Paris Saturday morning. As much as I didn't like having to sit in the bus for so long, I had a great time and saw an amazing amount in such a short time.
Our first stop was for a wine tasting in Chablis. I think I had never even tasted Chablis before, and I was very pleased with it's dry, herbal nature. Chablis comes in four appelations: Petit Chablis, grown on the peaks of the hills surround the Serein river valley, Chablis, grown further down the slopes and accounting for the majority of the production, Premier Cru Chablis, grown in areas with south and west exposure, and therefore more protected during the winter, and Grand Cru Chablis, grown on 100 hectares very close to the river, on its north bank. Chablis is made entirely from Chardonnay grapes, and aged in stainless steel barrels, and only very rarely for a short time in oak just for a hint of oakiness. I'm really tempted to go back to Chablis because the producers are located right in the town, and my interested was really piqued to visit them, especially for the Chablis wine festival this weekend.

Chablis is situated right on the river, where you can see the old wash-house (lavoir):



Our degustation was at the Cave des Connaisseurs: