Showing posts with label Metronome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Metronome. Show all posts

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Finding time



In the hustle and bustle of my everyday life, I fuss enormously about not having enough time.  Time to take long walks with my BFF. Time to try a new recipe.  Time to blog more often.  Time to read. Don't get me wrong.  I can burn daylight, fritter away time, pass the time, dillydally, piddle, dawdle, while away the time, lollygag, and goof off with the best of them if left to my own devices. Checking in with friends and family on Facebook. Reading Sean Dietrich every morning as I wait for the coffee to brew. Thumbing through magazines. Playing Word Welder or 7 Mots on my iPad. Watching Hallmark movies.  Googling whatever or whomever. You get the picture. I am not yet ready to count the days until the final school bell of the year rings, but I am getting close. (If any of my students are reading this-- oui, we teachers do that, too. Quelle surprise, n'est-ce pas?  Pas vraiment?) 

And when I am in the mood to daydream, I wonder what it would be like to live in Paris and while away the hours. Roam around the city. Visit little or lesser known museums. Sit on a bench in every park and green space. Taste the treats in the best bakeries and ask for recipes or tips. Sip wine and write at a table, inside or out, in a café, Report back to the world on what I am up to on any given day. I would walk on every street in the city eventually. Taste every flavor of macaron that Pierre Hermé offers up. Then move on to every flavor of Berthillon ice cream on the Ile Saint Louis. Find out where the best café crème and croissants are served. Stroll through every little passage couvert tucked away between the busy boulevards. Take photos in the early morning light and at dusk of every single bridge, all 37 of them, that spans the Seine. Check out the houseboats and barges docked at l'Arsenal. Rummage through the treasures found in the bouquiniste stalls. Walk through la Ville Lumière in the warm summer rain not caring if my hair gets wet. Light a candle in the memory of Mme Buchanan, my high school French teacher, in every church found within the périphérique. Get off at every métro station mentioned in Métronome and see if I too can find a scrap of forgotten history. Get to know the best vendor or two at each outdoor food market. Get lost in every arrondissement and stop to have lunch at a café in order to try the menu du jour. Stumble over the same paving stones as Napoléon and Joséphine, Louis XIV, Marie Antoinette, Victor Hugo, Vincent and Théo Van Gogh, Camille Claudel, Auguste Rodin, Gustave Eiffel, Josephine Baker, Edith Piaf, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Marie Curie, Charles de Gaulle, Cole Porter, Coco Chanel.  You get the picture.


Is there a book deal out there for The Sabbatical Chef?  Anyone want to listen to my pitch?  The Sabbatical Chef Does Paris. Or how about Lollygagging in Paris with The Sabbatical Chef. Maybe Burning Daylight in The City of Light. Time Well-Wasted ? Recipes, photos, and addresses included.


Carol Gillott of Paris Breakfasts lives a life similar to my dream life only she is an artist.  I've lived vicariously through her for a while now. She is celebrating her blog's 10th anniversary this week. I received my first Paris Maps from her on Saturday. Just opening my mailbox and seeing a Paris postmark on the envelope makes my heart beat faster. The first one features macarons and Pierre Hermé.  Carol even stuck in a cute little original macaron watercolor. A true treasure.


And speaking of macarons, while in Paris with the kiddies in March, we took a macaron-making class with Audrey at L'Atelier des Gâteaux near Bon Marché department store.  Thirteen of us had so much fun beating eggs whites, macaronner-ing (yes, there is a verb for this action!), mixing, piping, filling, sandwiching, and tasting these beautiful treats. 

(photos taken by I. Strauss using my iPhone 6) 





The chocolate one was made by moi!

The ingredients are listed in grams. The measurements are more exact this way.  I have a small scale that measures either in ounces or grams. Not expensive and very useful when baking.






Macaron Recipe

L'Atelier des Gâteaux
23 rue de l'abbé Grégoire
75006 Paris
Tel: 01.42.84.19.05


Ingrédients for cookies:


- 125 gr almond powder
- 225 gr confectioner sugar
- 20g cocoa powder (optional- only if you want chocolate cookies) 

- 3 egg whites
- 30 gr sugar
- powdered food coloring (this works better than liquid)

Pulse confectioners' sugar and almond flour in a food processor until combined. Sift mixture 2 times.
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Whisk whites with a mixer on medium speed until foamy. Add sugar and whisk until soft peaks form.
With a spatula add the almond powder and the confectioner sugar in 3 or 4 increments.

Transfer batter to a pastry bag fitted with a 1/2-inch plain round tip, and pipe 3/4-inch rounds 1 inch apart on parchment-lined baking sheets, dragging pastry tip to the side of rounds rather than forming peaks. Tap bottom of each sheet on work surface to release trapped air. Let stand at room temperature for 15 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 325 degrees. Bake 1 sheet at a time, rotating halfway through, until macarons are crisp and firm, about 15 minutes.
Let macarons cool on sheets for 2 to 3 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack. (If macarons stick, spray water underneath parchment on hot sheet. The steam will help release macarons.)
Vous pouvez garnir les macarons avec un petit peu de ganache, de confiture ou appareil citron. Les parfums des macarons sont infinis.  
You can garnish the macarons with a little bit of ganache, jam, or lemon curd.  The flavors are limitless.


Suggested fillings

Chocolat ganache


250g chocolat 

250g heavy cream, heated but not quite boiling

Pour cream over chocolate in a heatproof bowl. Let stand for 2 minutes. Whisk mixture until smooth. Let cool, stirring often.


Mascarpone cream


200g whipping cream
100g mascarpone
30g sugar

Quelques gouttes d’arôme, de la pâte de spéculoos, de la confiture... 
Several drops of flavoring, Speculoos, jam...

In a mixer, place the cream, the mascarpone and the sugar and whisk until peaks form. Place in the refrigerator until use.


Sauce au caramel beurre salé


80 g sugar
40 g salted butter 

10 cl heavy cream

In a medium saucepan, bring the sugar to a boil. Using a wet pastry brush, wash down any crystals on the side of the pan. Boil over high heat until a deep amber caramel color forms, about 6 minutes. Remove the saucepan from the heat and carefully whisk in the cream and butter. Let the caramel cool to room temperature. 


Bon appétit to all dreamers out there!  Dream on.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

J'aime... I love....


Bonjour, Février!

The month of hearts has arrived.  I feel more inspired.  I am happy to say au revoir to Janvier.  I don't dislike Janvier.  But it isn't as inspiring as Février, in my humble opinion.  Maybe it is simply because I love hearts and now they are everywhere.  I found this heart carved from Volterra Italian alabaster at Barnes and Noble last night while roaming around looking for ways to spend a gift card.  The Ex-Ex got a couple of books and I got a new heart.  The check-out guy was funny.  He asked me if I wanted a bag for my purchases.  I told him no.  And he said "So, you are going to walk out carrying your heart on your sleeve."  He said that he just couldn't resist saying that.  My dad always accused me of wearing my heart on my sleeve.  For years I thought that must be a bad thing.  I've decided it isn't.

What else am I loving at the moment?  Memories of my trip to Paris just a couple of weeks ago. (Okay, so January isn't so bad, after all, if you get to spend a week of it in France...)  I had lunch with My Favorite Parisien, who lives in Tel Aviv now, but still has his Paris apartment and remains a French citizen.  Having lunch with friends is the ultimate treat to me.  Five days a week, I eat in my classroom surrounded by my 13 7th grade advisees.  So, lunch with a friend makes me feel like a grown-up.  MFP and I made a date (via What'sApp-- free texting to Paris and Tel Aviv and anywhere in the world, mes amis- and the app is free) for Sunday brunch.  After checking out the Bastille market, I wandered to the Marais and made my way to the restaurant.


This restaurant is owned by one of MFP's friends.  We were offered glasses of champagne.


A very civilized way to start a 2-hour lunch, n'est-ce pas?  You know what I love best about eating in France?  Well, other than great food in beautiful places.  You are never rushed.  We arrived right as the restaurant opened, at 12:00, and there were two or three other tables already seated.  Within 45 minutes, there was a steady line of customers wanting tables.  They were told to come back in two hours.  I enjoyed our window table and didn't even consider hurrying.  Le Brunch du Dimanche specials were either bagels with Philadelphia (can you guess what is making a splash in France--  oui, cream cheese) or un hamburger sur buns.  I admit to getting tickled over the buns part.  Neither MFP nor the server understood what I was giggling about.  Of course, the buns was/were French-style and delicious.  In the middle of my plate is fromage blanc with raspberry coulis.  Isn't it beautiful?



My first Parisian burger.  It was very good.
Lunch with MFP was so much fun, as always.  Back in October, he agreed to take on this year's student group in March so I will see him again very soon.  And this time, he won't leave us at the train station.  Since we are not having a home stay this year, he will board the train with us for three days in Arles.

After lunch, we went to visit La Mémorial de la Shoah, the Holocaust Memorial.  I've walked past it before, but I've never visited.  In light of the tragedies that struck Paris in January, I decided to pay my respects by visiting this memorial.  It is featured in Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay, the story of a young girl during La Rafle, the round-up of the Jews in July 1942 in Paris.  MFP stayed with me while we listened to a panel discussion of the liberation of the death camps (with two survivors in the audience) and then he headed off to take care of some things that needed his attention.  I wandered around through the exhibits.  At the end, there was a film playing and I listened to a couple talking about their experiences post camp.



They were separated in the camps and found each other again at the end in the Hotel Lutetia in Paris. This hotel played a central role in WWII, from a place of refuge for people seeking to escape the Germans in 1939, to a place used by the Nazi to entertain guests beginning in 1940 to finally the center for displaced persons after the liberation of Paris in 1944.  The hotel is currently closed, undergoing renovation.  Someday I will stroll through the lobby.  And I will think of this couple who made me laugh and cry as I listened to their story.

It was a wonderful trip.

Other things I love?

The book I am currently reading, a gift from MFP a couple of years ago.



It is a history of Paris told through selected métro stops.



I've just finished with Saint Denis, my favorite headless saint.  I even found a statue of him in Senlis while wandering around there with Mme M.


In keeping with the heart theme, I love this poster of a Matisse print that hangs in my stairwell.


I love the place I work.  It is a community, a family, of caring people.  After a recent car accident involving three of our basketball players, a mom made this quilt for one of the young men who is still hospitalized with brain injuries.  All of our upper schoolers are there.  At the moment, it is hanging in our gym.  I like to think of it hanging where #12 will be able to see it and know that he is loved.


After listening to a former student (from my first 6th grade class in 1980-81) read poems at his mom's memorial service, I started thinking about poetry.  I really do not know much about poetry and, truth be told, I haven't read a lot of it in my lifetime.  That needs to change.  (Send suggestions, s'il vous plaît.)  I do have one book, though, that was given to me in 1992 by the mom of one of my students.


She gave it to me to give to Son #1 and eventually he will get it.  But for now, it is in my bookcase. Thank you, Dianne Moss, mother of Ian.

Here is the title poem--

Honey, I Love
by Eloise Greenfield

I love
I love a lot of things, a whole lot of things
Like
My cousin comes to visit and you know he's from the South
'Cause every word he says just kind of slides out of his mouth
I like the way he whistles and I like the way the walks
But honey, let me tell you that I LOVE the way he talks
I love the way my cousin talks
and
The day is hot and icky and the sun sticks to my skin
Mr. Davis turns the hose on, everybody jumps right in
The water stings my stomach and I feel so nice and cool
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE a flying pool
I love to feel a flying pool
and
Renee comes out to play and brings her doll without a dress
I make a dress with paper and that doll sure looks a mess
We laugh so loud and long and hard the doll falls to the ground
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE the laughing sound
I love to make the laughing sound
and
My uncle's car is crowded and there's lots of food to eat
We're going down the country where the church folks like to meet
I'm looking out the window at the cows and trees outside
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE to take a ride
I love to take a family ride
and
My mama's on the sofa sewing buttons on my coat
I go and sit beside her, I'm through playing with my boat
I hold her arm and kiss it 'cause it feels so soft and warm
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE my mama's arm
I love to kiss my mama's arm
and
It's not so late at night, but still I'm lying in my bed
I guess I need my rest, at least that's what my mama said
She told me not to cry 'cause she don't want to hear a peep
Honey, let me tell you I DON'T love to go to sleep
I do not love to go to sleep
But I love
I love a lot of things, a whole lot of things
And honey,
I love you, too.



I just discovered The Hot Sardines.  Before Christmas, I was roaming the aisles of Barnes and Noble, looking for a book for a friend.  David Lebovitz' My Paris Kitchen.  A song about Paris started playing and I went to the music department to ask about it.  Wake Up In Paris.



Bon appétit, Février, and to all people and things loved.