Sunday, August 30, 2009

The French are Back Too!


Since most French people have 6 weeks of vacation, many of them take off for the beach/the country/the United States for the month of August. The little street where I shop, Rue des Martyrs, has been deserted for weeks, and is just starting to wake up for business. The bakery across the street has been shuttered for over a month, opening tomorrow with their amazing old-time baguettes. My neighbors are starting to trickle back with very nice tans and even more interesting musical tastes - classical in the morning out the kitchen window, accordion practice in the afternoon in the courtyard, possibly French rap in the evening, and some Arabic singing late at night. The lonely little boy down the row has been waiting for his friends to return, and now they race up and down the courtyard, shooting passersby with empty waterguns.

Tangent about the bread in Paris, not all of it is good. Really. The decline of French bread is sad, many boulangeries use a commercial mix to make their loaves. The huge mills provide the flour, yeast and salt in a certain combination, the baker just adds water, lets rise and bakes. It isn't bad bread, but it is very soft inside, with a bland taste - it also gets stale very fast. The "real" bakeries in Paris use a starter, like sourdough, to make a bread that rises slower, but tastes so much better. Some bakeries make both commercial - for about .90 euros, and offer 'traditionnel' for about 1.10. Some sprinkle sesame seeds, and others look like they are covered in bird seed (called cereal bread, which costs about 1.20). I usually buy the traditional version, when I can find it.

If you come to Paris, you should see Poilane Bakery - they are the most traditional, and possibly the most famous bakery here. Regina and I went to see the shop - and although I was so hot from walking around the city, that I didn't want to ask if we could see the ovens, she did, and they let us check out where the bread is made. The flour is stone-ground, the salt is a light grey color, and they let the round loaves rise in the cutest woven baskets lined with linen before shoving them into a hotter than hell oven - flames I could feel from across the room. The boules are very dense with a good strong flavor. Rumor has it that American celebrities have Poilane bread flown in for parties. I might bring some home for Christmas.

The bakery is on very fashionable street on the Left Bank, and we found an amazing hat store with the cutest black velvet beret (yes, it had a bow). I didn't want to try it on, since spending 80 euros on a winter hat just isn't in my student budget. So, if I find a job, not likely without a work visa, I might just treat myself to it! Or I could not do laundry for a two months and that would pay for it.



Saturday, August 29, 2009

I'm Baaaack!

It's been awhile, sorry. I think I used up all my words and energy with my guests - thank you all for visiting. We had such a great time. I can't tell all of you how happy I was to host you.

I also need to apologize to all the people I have ever stayed with, and say thank you, again. Living in a shoebox apartment, I rarely had people over for dinner, much less overnight - although the red sofa did see some action in my years at the Riv! But having houseguests is exhausting. I never knew how much effort goes into getting ready, showing the sights, and cleaning up afterwards. And I had great guests! I couldn't have made it through my first week without Amy, really, I might have flown home if she hadn't been here to keep me company. Kathy made a special trip from her U2 voyage to visit and taught me so much about Art Nouveau - we giggled like we were freshman roommates again. Steph brought me my mail and some special duty free items, bought more than her fair share of meals, and made me laugh for a week. Lauren and Lisa made me go out to clubs until 6 am - well, maybe I enjoyed it just a little - they only used one towel between them to keep my laundry pile from growing. And then Regina was a treat, we ate like kings and I got to show her Monet's Waterlilies.

So, now I am back to my usual self - watching The Love Boat in French, practicing my Rosetta Stone, trying to find even cheaper wine, and still on the hunt for postcard stamps. I went to a post office, too intimidated to go the counter which had a long line of French people, I thought I'd try the lonely automated machine. I fished out a postcard that I bought two months ago, wrote a month ago, and weighed it on the scale, told the machine that I wasn't sending it to Uruguay, and that it didn't need to be insured, and that I was paying cash. Nice thing about the Euro coins, you always have tons of change in your purse (that is why the men carry purses here). This wasn't a quick transaction, but I was working through it, and started to get my coins out when a hand came out of nowhere and pressed "Annuler" on the screen. And started to do his own transaction. Not that I shouldn't be shocked, but I was. He said nothing, just cancelled my hard-won postcard stamps and handed me the postcard I was weighing with a casual flick of the wrist. It is probably a good thing that I don't know any French curse words.

Ah, I haven't been back to La Poste. So if you are waiting for a postcard from me, don't hold your breath! But I am back on the blog wagon - School starts Tuesday!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

So busy


I didn't realize that I need serious amounts of quiet time to get my thoughts together to blog - I can't just plop tipsy self down in front of the computer. I have been having a great time with my guests, and have been writing down ideas to share, but I just haven't had the alone time I need to write some thing vaguely coherent. It is very flattering that some of you miss me! Thanks, that is really sweet.

I should be able to get some thoughts ready this week, while my mom is here - I doubt we will be clubbing until 6 am, but if we are - I promise to tweet the hell out of that experience!

Happy Birthday Lauren -- Put your feet in and lean OUT!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Plans

What am I going to do when I come home?

I think a gourmet food truck would be perfect for Bethesda - no crazy rent expense, mobile, fun. Then I would be open breakfast and lunch, some staples with a few specials, good healthy bag lunches available at breakfast with pastries and hot lunch for a few hours too. The more I read about food and practice, and EAT, the more dissatisfied I am with the selections in restaurants and delis.

My sister sends me the best links about food, paris, budget travel and other cool stuff. Here is a link to the best food trucks in NYC from Budget Travel Magazine. There was also an article about food trucks in the Wall Street Journal a few months ago, so maybe it isn't such a crazy idea?? I just found a website selling food trucks - this one looks pretty good.




Sunday, August 9, 2009

Steph is Here!



Having lots of fun with Steph, although she is complaining about the amount of cheese that I am feeding her. She is also warming up to the grocery store white wine, after trying the Desperados beer - "You must be desperate to drink that stuff." The coffee situation is not great here - visitors be warned. The french press is broken and I don't know how to use the coffee maker. Also, do not bring a hairdryer from home, it will heat to 4000 degrees and blow up. Paris is low-maintenance travel.

Friday we saw St Chapelle, my favorite church in Paris, the Conciergie (Paris Prison where they held Marie Antoinette before her date with the guillotine) and then headed over to Notre Dame to see the Crown of Thorns, that is only brought out the first Friday of the month at 3 pm. It was a production - heightened security, white gloves, and teary Catholics.

Yesterday, we stayed close to home and walked through Montmartre, and watched the live music (check out Nikerson)on the steps of Sacre Couer. Hawkers bring coolers of water, soda and beer to sell to the tourists. We had a few Heinekens for a bargain of 2 euros apiece and then realized that the local guy next to us was only paying 1 euro for his beer. I think of it as the tourist tax, if you go to the cafe once you pay the posted price of 4 euros for a cafe creme (coffee with cream), while locals and regulars, will only pay 2 euros.

After Sacre Couer, we headed to see the Eiffel Tower hourly sparkling. I wanted to get a shot of Steph with the Tower behind her, so I stretched out on the ground and she took a photo of me. Anonymous bloggers need not comment that I look wasted.

Two sad events: Steph sat in gum and I lost my red sweatshirt.




Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Another Walk in Montmartre

Mike and Cathy are here from Philly and I met them for lunch and dinner. After last night's craziness, it is nice to be home and quiet at a reasonable hour. Someone has mentioned that I shouldn't blog after two bottles of wine, and I have had less than one so far tonight.

I am sure my neighbors are very glad as well as my loyal readers. At 2 am, as I was chatting with Ralph and Michele in Florida, trying to convince them how great Paris is, at a volume normally used at a concert, my very nice downstairs neighbor knocked on the door and asked me to "Shh." I didn't realize that with my window open and hers as well, that it was like she was in the next room. Oops.

If you want to check out some popular Paris blogs, my sister sent me this link from Newsweek. I love them all.


Tuesday, August 4, 2009

First Night of Entertaining


As guests come and go, and my friends from Le Cordon Bleu depart, I am inheriting some interesting stuff. Amy and Kathy both left razors - not sure if it was accidental or a hint that I should shave my legs a little more? Amy also left some shaving cream, so I think it was a subtle nudge into better hygiene.


Shaunda from school packed up her stuff and brought me the coolest polka dotted market stroller, a two great fans, and some refrigerator extras, including some Tequiza-style beer, Desperado -- which I think Steph might enjoy. Or I will drink it while she cries about the lack of Miller Lite. Either way, I will be happy drinking Desperado or my cheap white wine. (I write that so often, I wonder if you google 'cheap white wine,' if my blog will show in the results?) I have the Desperado chilling nicely while Steph packs and tries to remember where she put her passport.


I was woefully unprepared for the night, and ran to the MonoP' (mini grocery version of the great Monoprix department store) to grab some last minute supplies. I bought some smoked salmon to serve on toast points, salami to go with the leftover cheese from a few days ago, a few cherry tomatoes that I sliced and lightly salted. Blah Blah Blah, baguette, wine, LU cookies. I boiled a few potatoes and used my yummy homemade vinaigrette. And served some left over quiche. It was a sad assortment of food, but French, and the company was really nice and didn't mention the weirdness of it all. I think I made out nicely in the trade - I have been coveting a market stroller since Day 1. It makes it more difficult for people to cut in front of me in line, and I can get many more bottle of wine than my usual purple bag.

Shelley, Shaunda and her daughters also brought me some Belgian chocolate from their recent trip - I love the name - Plaisir Personnel - it sounds kinda dirty. Yes, it has been a while, don't judge.


Monday, August 3, 2009

"My Paris"

Eucch! "My Paris." I sound like such a pompous ass when I say that. But really, I feel like I am getting to know a whole different Paris from my other two trips here. From what I remember, and God knows how long it has been (no need for my friends to comment here about my lack of dates), tourists see Paris like a first date, dressed up, makeup covering the zits, push-up bra making more of her assets, squeezy underwear making less of her deficits, a little red lipstick to mimic sexual interest.

Yes, maybe Paris is a bit of slut, but it does make her popular with the boys. She gives a few kisses (Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Notre Dame) at the beginning to be friendly and then she stands her ground before giving up anything else - hardware stores, electrical tape, the best baguette, etc. I feel like a guy trying to get to third base, not sure where third base is anymore, but it sounds like a good metaphor.

So I am trying to get up Paris's skirt. Really. And she is being such a bitch about it.

Note to Paris:
Give it up already and stop treating me like an Algerian terrorist. You know you want me.

Success and Failure



Failure #1.
No luck with the key - not because of my pathetic French, which has not improved magically in 48 hours, but because the key I have is mangled and the nice (and cute) French guy at the hardware store couldn't duplicate. AND a key of this type costs, hold your breath:

28 Euros!
So that is a landlord issue that I will deal with tomorrow.

Failure #2.
Everything is closing. If it is not a chain store, it is probably closed - even my favorite bakery Armaund Delmontel! How am I going to survive without those addictive baguettes? The wine store is closing, but that might be a good thing, and I have my cheap white bordeaux from the grocery store to keep me company.

Failure #3.
Omelet this morning - tried to flip it ala Julia Child and splattered eggs over the counter, stove and fridge. I had the courage of my convictions while flipping, but it didn't work. I salvaged the portion that miraculously made it back in the pan though.


Failure #4.
I have killed the plant in my apartment, so sorry. I water the geraniums everyday while I wait for the water to my tea to boil, and completely forgot the sad plant next to the sofa. Any suggestions on how to revive this pathetic heap of brown leaves?

Success #1
Made vinaigrette from scratch and it was surprisingly good. I have been perusing Michael Ruhlmann's book Ratio, and just decided to try my own recipe. 1 part red wine vinegar, 3 parts oil. Mix the salt and herbs de provence into the vinegar, stir in some dijon mustard, and slowly drip the oil into the mix. Yum. I boiled some sliced potatoes and poured the vinaigrette on top, it was so good, I ate 5 potatoes! My friend Nancy makes a great potato dish much more interesting with cheese and watercress, but this is so easy, and I could eat it everyday. I would show you a picture but it is all gone.


Success #2 (almost)
Quiche Lorraine - made simple pie crust, caramelized some onions, cooked the bacon and a quick custard and voila! Quiche! The French grocery stores are terrible for fresh produce, but they know their smoked/dried meat selection. Great smoked salmon, copious amounts of salami, and pre-cubed bacon (called lardons in French). This is an almost success because I haven't actually tasted the quiche yet, but it smells like bacon, so it can't be all bad.

Damn productive day.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

French Verbs Suck

I am working on verbs, as they are so difficult in French, leaving me with comfortable with nouns but dependent on hand gestures for verbs - luckily my life is G-rated, so my hand gestures are not obscene. I have been spending more time with my Rosetta Stone, and Gwynn from downstairs has agreed to only speak French to me. I try to keep talking to the children and neighbors in French even after they switch to English to keep the conversation flowing.

Knowing I need an extra set of keys made for the next visitors to Chez Dwyer, I practiced my French before heading to the hardware store.

"Bonjour monsieur, je voudrais un double de cle, s'il vous plait."
"Bonjour monsieur, je voudrais un double de cle, s'il vous plait."
"Bonjour monsieur, je voudrais un double de cle, s'il vous plait."

I said it over and over in my head as I walked two blocks to the shop. I waited as the guy in the back of the store fiddled with something, and finally noticed me. I hold out my keys and get "Bonjour Monsieur, je voudrais un . . . " out of my mouth when the guy starts yelling, "Non, non, aujourdhui, blah blah parler francais, blah blah, NON!"

What? Was he mad that I speak such bad French? WTF? I have been here for two months, and very little rudeness has been sent my way. Frustration, yes. But actual rudeness, not really. I spent 10 minutes in a shop asking for electrical tape to mark my cuisine tools, and the shopkeeper was patient, as I listed all the things that could be helpful: adhesive, sticky, electricity, electric guitar, glue, paste, scotch tape, scotch, brandy, etc all while pretending to be electrocuted by the lamp cord with a scary zzzz sound that an electric chair might make during the death penalty. I even mimed how to wrap tape around the cord to stop my electrocution. Then I listed colors that the tape might be, and pretended to wrap a present with tape, and voila, he opened a drawer with 10 different types of tape, and I chose the red (no pink). He rang it up and I paid while saying many Mercis. I know it wasn't perfect, but I got the job done.

Last week, I de-magnetized my Metro card with the magnets used to hold down baking paper in the oven at school, and found the main office at Gare du Nord, explained that it didn't work, and got a new card without one hand gesture!

Another example of my progress: Last week, a cute American guy at the grocery store asked me if I spoke English, and wanted my help to find baking powder and vinegar. I didn't ask what kind of stain he was trying to eradicate, went to the woman stocking the shelves, "Excusez-moi, madame, ou est-ce que le vinagre et the poudre de chimique?" I was mostly right, I asked for vinegar and baking powder, but it worked. Baking soda is bicarbinate de soude, and only found at pharmacies, I think. So I can usually get through a transaction with just a little embarrassment, making the key incident that much more anger-inducing. Of course, I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and drowned my frustration in a nice bottle of white bordeaux - only 3.80 Euros.

I still need those keys made, and will have to go back the store tomorrow, I hope someone else is working, so I don't start an international incident when that guy refuses to serve me. I know the exact hand gesture for him, no practice needed!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Perfect Paris Tour

I think I have created the perfect Paris tour, please respond with your suggestions. Remember this is just a three day list with time for shopping, eating, and drinking. One church, one museum per day, more than that you will lose your head a la Marie-Antoinette. I haven't checked the transportation issues for this points, but will work on them next week.

Day One
Notre Dame - point zero of Paris, the perfect starting point
City bus tour, get your bearings, see the sights by day.
Louvre - see the Mona Lisa and pick a few other highlights
Eiffel Tower - go up but the best part of the skyline is missing. twilight is great.
Seine Boat Tour - see the city at night, and return to Eiffel to see the sparkles on the hour starting at 10 pm.

Day Two
Arc de Triomphe - please don't cross the street, use the tunnels
Champs-Elysees - shop, eat, drink
L'Orangerie - see Monet's famous waterlillies here and no where else.
Musee d'Orsay - get your fill of the Impressionists here - start on the top floor
St. Chapelle - small beautiful church
Picnic on the Seine - baguettes, some Brie, a few bottles of wine and a blanket

Day Three
Le Marais - see Place des Vosges, maybe the free Carnavalet museum, cool shops
Pere Lachaise - say your regards to Proust, Sarah Bernhardt and the Lizard King
Montmartre - twisty hilly streets, famous strip clubs, artist hangouts
Sacre Couer - wedding cake church at the top of Montmartre

Optional Day Four
Versailles - buy your tickets online AND go early
OR
Giverny - Monet's country home





Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Sightseeing Again with Friends



I have been a busy Paris Tour Guide. Jen and Kathy are both here now and we have been touring the city for the past few days.
  • Climbed the Bell Towers of Notre Dame - hello Quasimodo
  • Walked around Le Marais - shops were closed but we didn't care
  • Viewed the Decorative Arts Museum in the Louvre
  • Picnicked on the Louvre's Lawn - Ham and Cheese on Baguette
  • Night Boat Tour of the Seine - Cheesy but in a good way
  • Eiffel Tower Sparkling - see the video below
  • Dinner near Les Invalides - until the Metro closed and we had to cab home
  • Musee Carnavalet to see how Rich Parisians Lived Through the Centuries

Kathy loves Art Nouveau and the Museum had an entire restored jewelry store designed by her favorite artist.

  • Lunch in St Catherine's Square - tomato/mozz, white fish, creme brulee
  • Notre Dame Interior - stained glass is too hard to photograph
  • Pompidou Center (I didn't go in, but Kathy did)
  • Les Halles area - I love the senior rollerblader



Sunday, July 26, 2009

Tour de France

Team Astana leading the way into Paris
Alberto Contador in Yellow and Lance Armstrong in blue

What a day in the sun!

Check out my photos of the last leg of the Tour de France here.

I met my friend Jen at the Hotel Regina (near the Louvre, not the nasty one rented by the hour near the red light district) and we spent the day watching the Tour de France riders loop around Paris 8 times. It was a great view until the entire French police force decided to pull up their motorcycles and vans in front us 10 minutes before the riders arrived in Paris.

There was a little breakaway group chased down by the peleton (no idea how to spell that) and then a crazy sprint to the finish for Mark Cavendish win the stage. Jen has been following the Tour for over a week, so she explained much of it to me, as I have watched three stages, but only in French.

It was crowded, hot and really fun. Then we decided to have a glass of wine before she met her group for their final dinner at the Eiffel Tower - I almost fell over when the bill was 26 euros for two glasses of wine. I have forgotten how cheap my neighborhood is compared with the tourist areas - I usually get a whole carafe at my fave restaurant for 12 euros, or a bottle at my local grocery for less than 5. Have mercy on my bankcard!


Saturday, July 25, 2009

Graduation!


Graduation Reception with Catered Pastries

Yes, I passed and almost have the certificate - except that they wrote "Dwyer Sarah" on the paper, so I gave it back to have it corrected. I was happy to see that I moved up after midterms to finish above the class average.

Of course, the school only served pastries for the reception - I did have two, so my ban on sweets is over!


Friday, July 24, 2009

Caramelized Pear Tart


Caramelized Pear Tart - Not the Final Version
(No Photos Allowed During Exam)

The first session is over! I can't believe how fast it went. From my apple tart disaster to a damn good chocolate mousse cake. I have made some new friends and look forward to the next session of cuisine.

After our last demonstration, we went downstairs to eat lunch and study. The administrators had, in their infinite wisdom, posted our written exam scores. I did well on the exam - 92, but just ok on the list of ingredients - 70. The final was hectic, two and a half hours disappeared in a flash. We drew colored tokens to find out what we would produce and I got a green - which meant the Caramelized Pear Tart. I wasn't too concerned, but I knew that beating the egg whites by hand would be time-consuming and a little tiring. The other groups made a Pithivier (puff pastry with almond cream) and the yummy Moka cake. The room was very quiet, no laughing, just serious concentration.

For the pear tart, start with a sweet short pastry crust. Caramelize pears with butter and sugar, add some sultanas (white raisins) and pear brandy. Make the meringue and line the bottom of the pie with it to hold the pear juices. Add the pears on top with some black currants and then pipe three rows of meringue very carefully with arms that are still shaking from beating the egg whites. Don't forget to cover with lots of powdered sugar and sliced almonds - luckily Chef JJ reminded me as I was about to bake my tart without them!

Make the dough to line the tart ring for the technical portion, I only had to reroll once, and then pinch the dough for a pretty edge.

Keep checking my pear tart in the oven and clean up my station. My meringue rose well, but I had a little landslide to the side of the cake, making the tart ring removal hairy. Chef JJ helped, and it looked alright. Of the 5 of us that made it, I think mine was in the middle looks-wise. Not sure about the taste. There were definitely some closely averted catastrophes for the others as well, one classmate used another's tart ring by accident, one forget the sugar in the meringue. And that was just for the 5 of us making the pear concoction!

I joined a few classmates for a post-mortem at the local bar. Hoegaarten on tap makes all patisserie concerns melt away. Small graduation ceremony at the school Friday afternoon, then I can get back to sightseeing in Paris, hosting friends and maybe even trying some French pastries.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Final Exam Thursday

Getting to bed early, my final is Thursday at 12, the school is supposed to call me if I don't pass. I should have a good idea by 6 pm local time. Then I can pay attention to more important things - the Tour de France, the Paris Beach and Jen and Kathy coming to visit.

I just made the craziest baguette sandwich - salami, boursin cheese, cornichons and olive spread. The only thing I didn't add: Nutella!



Wednesday, July 22, 2009

A couple of funny things about my apartment



It is telling about the French or maybe about my landlord and his assorted tenants.

Here are the contents the china cabinet in this apartment:

26 white wine glasses
5 champagne flutes
12 red white glasses (i use for white bc they are bigger and less likely to topple over onto my computer as I drink and blog)
3 water pitchers
6 tiny juice glasses
4 mugs - one is marked "Star Trek"
2 cafe au lait mugs - I use them everyday for my huge morning tea
2 bowls, and plenty of plates.

Yes, 43 wine glasses, for an apartment that has a maximum capacity of 12 people.

Oddly, the pillowcases have cats on them. And not just any cats, but creepy cartoon cats wearing sneakers. This I really don't understand. After a few restless nights, I put them into the cabinet where they can't cause feline-related nightmares. If you are coming to visit, you might want to bring a pillowcase (this means you, Nancy), or you will be sleeping with Irvin or Nigel - I don't like those cats, but I named them anyway.

The toilet room sink - the bathroom and toilet room are on opposites sides of the apartment - is extremely small and resembles a urinal. It is probably the only sink that would fit, but I find myself walking across the apartment to wash my hands. The toilet works fine, which is not always true for Paris apartments, but I can't seem to get the hang of it. Don't read this next sentence if you are grossed out with toilet talk. I need to sit more forward, but I can't seem to remember this, so I have to clean skidmarks off back of the bowl every morning. Such a little thing, but I promise my visitors that I take pride in the pristine condition of that bowl, no scary surprises. And I promise not to post any photos of my mistakes.

Scott, my landlord, reads this blog, so I hope he doesn't mind, but these things continually crack me up.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Kicking the Tart Ring Ass Tonight!


Oh yeah, not be a braggart, but I am getting good at filling the tart ring with the sweet pastry dough. My new acacia rolling pin is Magical! The process seems very simple, but it is deceptively so. The dough must not be overworked, it must be the right temperature and it must be caressed into the mold with gentleness and love.

Seriously. Those are almost quotes from Chef C.

I practiced three times tonight, and the third one looked almost perfect. The first time I did this in class was the disastrous day of Tarte Aux Pommes (apple tart) when I burned the apples and my plastic spatula, the chef called my dough a mess and I ran out of apples to cover the top - even the dishwasher laughed. So getting this practice was time well-spent. Things are really starting to come together, I understand the recipes and the procedures.


On a funny note, my neighbors are starting to wait by the front door at 7:30 to see what they will be having for dessert each night. Tonight, they feasted on "buche de chocolat-pistache." And they are great critics, I am happy to have 'taste' feedback, since the chef's only critique the dessert's appearance. I could bake a fish head inside, and as long as the ganache was smooth and the piping straight, I would pass with flying colors. Really, there are some serious pastry catastrophes that the chefs never see, and since they don't taste, they will never know.

Also, Le Cordon Bleu knows I have a blog now, I don't think I really care, but the head of admissions asked me if I was Sarah Dwyer, and when I said yes, she said something about reading my blog that day. Perhaps anonymity would have been a better choice? I think half the people in my class have a blog though.

Candy for Grace

My niece Grace has a birthday today, so I am sending her some candy (virtually).



Strawberry Marshmallow, Licorice, Regular Marshmallows and Gummy-somethings

The French are a little crazy for marshmallows, I think the pink and white marshmallow sticks would be great for hot chocolate.

Happy Birthday, Grace - I will make you a cake when I get home, whatever kind you want!

E. Dehilleron


Happy Birthday, Mom!

When we were in Paris about 10 years ago, my mom dragged me to this famous French cooking supply store. It was fascinating, and now it is even better. There are more shops in the area, selling everything for cooking, especially great chocolate, exotic spices, and ingredients that are difficult to find in the states - Tonka is illegal in the US, but the French use it like vanilla. I know we will have a fun day just browsing through the stores with a French-English dictionary trying to decipher labels. I just hope the TSA doesn't rifle through her stuff to 'identify' the spices she brings back to the US.

I went this weekend to get some necessities to practice my dough skills. It is amazing - I think they have some stock left from when they opened in 1820. I bought a great rolling pin of acacia wood, they wrapped it in paper and I don't want to undo it, it looks cool. I also bought some round pastry cutters to fill small tart molds, they are some cool plastic and sharpened to the ends, so they cut the dough instead of tearing it like metal cutters.

The store is a wreck, but definitely worth checking out the selection of copper pots and bowls, as well as the tiny utensils like escargot forks and huge pots that for cooking an entire side of beef. The pot to the left is about 4 feet high, sorry for the lack of comparison. I ran into 4 different classmates while shopping, everyone was buying the tart rings to practice. The store gives us a 10% student discount, which is nice because sales tax is 20% in France.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Mogador


I know I keep saying it, but this one is really my favorite!

Chocolate genoise (sponge cake), chocolate mousse, raspberry preserves and raspberry brandy.

I will be accepting orders for this later this year, I promise!

I have decided to join the Basic Cuisine section for the fall, and then will finish Intermediate Pastry by December, if all goes as planned. This way, I will be done by the end of the year, and ready for business in January.


Saturday, July 18, 2009

Today's Plans

Fun day planned - a little pastry supply shopping, grocery shopping and hopefully a little reunion with my friends: wine, cheese and baguette. Note: if you decide to drink 4 glasses of wine to celebrate a test, stick to one type, not white, pink and red. Or maybe if you decide to eat a platter of cheese and smoked meats, don't also eat fois gras for dinner. I had the worst stomachache last night, but am feeling fine this morning!

Here is a link to the Dehillerin store where I might buy a copper kettle to boil a whole animal or a small child, wicked witch-style! OK, maybe just a rolling pin and a tart ring to practice for my technical exam.

I have been working on my marzipan roses, and they are looking good! The Dacquoise cake seems to be on many previous exams, so I want to be prepared for it. I am just not looking forward to whipping the meringue and buttercream by hand. Will get a big fat whisk today too. I hope I can control myself in the culinary supply stores, it is going to be difficult.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Exam is Done!

I think the test went well and best of all, my chocolate mousse cake is delicious! This is one dessert that I will make again and again - it might become my 'signature dish.' I will post a photo tomorrow.

Written Exam Today

I think I am OK for the test, I have the recipes memorized pretty well, and most of the terms are in my head. The written exam is 10% of my grade.

In the technical portion of the exam, I will have to fill a tart pan with sweet pastry - so a tart pan and a rolling pin are required for some at home practice, I am excited to check out the cuisine stores of Paris. I want to be sure I have that part down to a science, so I don't have to think about it. We also have the list of 10 items that we will have to make for the final practical exam. The yummy Moka cake is on it, as is the Dacquoise with the marzipan rose.
It's been a fairly good week, we have a new chef demonstrating, and he is quieter, but is very open to questions. Croissants and brioche are waiting for my next visitors. I left bags of treats on my neighbors doorknobs to make some room for the next batch of goodies - chocolate cake today!

Will post a bunch of photos this weekend.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Moka Cake and Bastille Day


Fireworks at the Eiffel Tower were amazing, but I didn't get one good photo. Just google it to see how beautiful it was. I did get some video, but haven't figured out how to download it yet. Maybe this weekend, I have a written exam this Friday, so I might not be blogging a ton this week. I just realized that this is a 20 day class -- squished into 17, so the word Intensive is very appropriate for this format.

I made a Moka cake (Mocha) Monday and started dough for croissants that we will finish today. The Moka was my favorite dessert so far. Basic sponge cake, soaked with coffee-flavored imbibing syrup. Coffee Buttercream and chopped almonds finished it. Twenty years ago, I made a similar cake from Julia Child's The Way To Cook, and thought that she made up imbibing syrup! To me, at 17, it just seemed like a funny way to say flavored sugar syrup.

I have to be at school soon for our class photo, I wish I could figure out how to turn on the iron, my hat is looking very sad.


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