So timing is of the essence when eating lunch in France. The observance of the "siesta" is strictly enforced making it difficult for weary road trippers to grab a lunch on the go. As a result yours truly have had to grab meals at McDonalds on a few occasion because this is the ONLY PLACE to find any sort of food between 2-6pm. How does this relate? When we rolled up to our french cooking class a collection of McDonalds wrappers and happy meal toys spilled out of the car soiling the pristine grounds of the Cook In France facility. A great first impression from the future restauranteurs.
The French cooking class started with Jim, our chef, making us a dinner of cold tomato soup, leg of lamb (poached in the cool sous vide machine) and panna cotta with berries. The sauce on the lamb was so good I wanted to drink it, so we knew good things were coming. He also served this garlic butter popcorn as a snack with pre-dinner drinks...um yeah, I hounded him for that recipe (which turned out to be a simple trick - butter infused with garlic and drizzled on after popping the corn!).
So we should come clean: we were more hands on in this class, so there are fewer pics...we lost track of time. That said, the first day started with us making chocolate mouse and ice cream. The mouse was fairly easy (although you must be careful with the egg yolks/whites) and the result was an incredibly rich chocolate bomb. The ice cream was also not difficult but the method needs to be seen in person and you need to have an ice cream maker - so maybe if/when we get a machine we will have an ice cream nerd party for fellow ice cream fanatics (the simplicity of the recipe/method is amazing). Finished dessert plate:
Everyone said, "those towers are kind of short and that ice cream scoop looks small"...we thought we were getting short changed. Sigh. Although delicious, Red and I did not finish ours. They were so rich (and Red thought too bitter) that we simply had to stop. That taught me. But anyway, we prepped all of that in the morning and then moved on to the main course.
Duck.
We got to butcher whole ducks (that was actually really cool and informative) and then learn how to make duck confit. In theory its simple: duck legs, salt, more salt, more salt, more salt, let them sit for several days so the moisture drains out of the meat, rinse the salt off, softly boil/cook the legs in duck fat for several hours. Really healthy. But unfortunately, like all things salty and fatty, pretty tasty. After the cooking-in-fat part, you stick them on a baking sheet and broil them for a few minutes to crisp up the skin. The chef, and all of our British classmates, call the broiler "the grill", so they kept saying, "stick it under the grill"...we had such a hard time with that at first. Number one, mates, how do you stick something UNDER THE GRILL? Number two, how do you crisp the skin on the grill from the top? It caused confusion...but then again, so many of their sayings had us confused or laughing - needless to say we loved our new friends. Ok, back to the duck - here was the finished product (with a delicious duck-stock/wine/fig jam sauce - the French do know their sauces):
The next day we made fougasse (Focaccia bread) but we don't have a single picture - too busy making the dough, kneading, topping, baking and eating. But if you come to Tahoe we can make some...that is supposed to sound inviting.
The next day we went to a market in the local medieval town of Sarlat and tasted fois gras, saw great fresh fish stalls and were tempted by the most amazing spice vendor ever - his place truly smelled incredible.
That was half of his display.
So during the first few days we also made a cheffy little salad (Garden Veggie, Orange and Chorizo Salad with Orange and Walnut Vinaigrette) but unless you like making your own dressing (which we highly recommend), then you won't find it interesting and as luck would have it we don't have a picture...so you are off the hook (those interested, ask for the recipe!). Oh, Jim's favorite word was cheffy...a cheffy pinch of salt (aka a decent bit), a cheffy glug of wine (a big glass into the pot), some cheffy chopping (chopping veggies properly/quickly/small/whatever) - just do it with style and its probably cheffy.
Anyway, to end the first half of the week, he let us play around with caramel. We whipped up a batch of incredibly hot liquid sugar and proceeded to make caramel baskets:
Jim told us that these would be coming back into style any decade now. I suppose he was trying to tell us that caramel baskets are not cheffy. Despite his warning one of our British friends has promised to go home and do an 80s party featuring caramel baskets.
Anyway, although Jim didn't like our baskets (his assistant crumpled them up while no one was looking to make sure we didn't use them for dessert that night!) he did show us what he considers to be cheffy caramel:
Apparently it is quite the "in" thing to experiment with unsweetened caramel...sounds like an oxymoron, hmm? Yes, well real chefs know where to find these sugar substitutes that you can melt and play with but are quite a bit less sweet than real sugar. They manipulate the faux caramel with various tools, in our case a metal tube used for molding food, and then you can add things into the middle of the caramel as it dries (usually various oils):
Jim is in the middle looking quite pleased with the results.
Anyway, it was really fun and all of the food we made was yummy (those interested in recipes please email!) - but thus far both Red and I had actually gotten more out of the skills/techniques he was teaching us.
Up next: creme brulee, baked mini camemberts with homemade croutons, moules marinieres (mussels), butchering rabbits and praline ice cream.
Miss you guys!