Friday, February 24, 2012

My poor neglected little blog

How can I ever apologize to my lovely blog for neglecting her for so long?
Would chocolat do the trick?
This bar came to me (as a bribe, peut-être?) from Astérix, one of my advisees, on the way up to Washington, DC.  Probably in hopes of keeping me from nagging him too much.  Or maybe it was a thank you gift from his mom.  Thank you for taking him away for three days.  Doesn't matter because it is the best chocolate I have put in my chocolate-loving mouth in a very long time.  What's not to love about chocolat noir et fleur de sel??  I would share my last bites.
This sign was in the ladies room at the Newseum in DC.  I have never threatened to behead a 7th grader.  Honestly, I haven't.  (And yes, I always have my camera with me.  You just never know...)

Or how about a bowl of Teresa Lust's Polenta Stew that I finally got around to making?
The Ex-Ex liked the stew but the melted cheese in the bottom kind of aggravated him.  Is he human??  How can anyone get aggravated with melted, gooey mozzarella and provolone?
Or maybe a pain au chocolat given to me by Arles Lucy as a please-forgive-me-for-forgetting-the-meeting gift? 

It is was from La Farm Bakery and well, I guess it's too late to share it anyway.  It is long gone.
Bite #1...
Okay, how about a cupcake from Georgetown Cupcake?
Oh yes, I did eat one-- the pink one with the chocolate design on top!  Here's the middle--
My DC small group met with Ann McDaniel at the Washington Post.  We had a chance to tour the newsroom, ask her questions, and have lunch in the board room.  I sat where Melinda Gates sits during meetings, by the way.  Ann provided a fabulous lunch of salad, pizza, fruit salad, cookies, and cupcakes.  (I managed to spew my lemonade all over me and the lovely board room table by disregarding the fact that it was carbonated and slightly shaking it right before opening.  And then I dropped my camera while photographing the cupcake middle.  What a klutz I am.  What's the French word for that, I wonder?)
Or, my little blog, how about a cute pair of rain boots to keep our feet dry and warm next week in case it rains in Paris?  I like the ones with the fleur-de-lys on them, don't you?

Ah oui, this time next week we shall be roaming the streets of Paris...  with Arles Lucy, Thierry, and our 20 eighth graders.  Are we packed yet?  Of course not, but we will be Wednesday morning.
Okay, then, my last idea for today... a glass of champagne? 
Best chilled and shared with friends? 
Am I forgiven yet? 
S'il te plaît?
I promise to be better and not ignore you for so long in the future.  D'accord?

Stew and Polenta
(from Pass the Polenta by Teresa Lust)
Serves 4

For the stew:

2 pounds chuck roast or other stewing meat, trimmed and cut into chunks
2-3 Tbsp oil or rendered fat from the meat
1 large onion, cut into thick crescents
4-5 small cloves garlic, peeled and slivered
1 bay leaf
1 good pinch each of oregano, thyme, and rosemary (I used my herbes de provence)
1 glass of red wine (I was sipping from a California Zinfandel while cooking so I used that)
16-ounce jar of canned tomatoes, roughly cut, including their liquid
2-3 stalks of celery, including their leaves, sliced
2 carrots, peeled and sliced
Quartered mushrooms, 1 cup or so, optional
1 turnip, peeled and sliced, optional
Salt and pepper to taste
**Note:  It's best to make sure everything is cut bite-sized and will fit in a spoon.  It's easier for the eaters this way.

Dredge the pieces of meat in flour.  Heat the oil or fat in a heavy stewpot.  Add the meat and cook over medium heat until the pieces are browned on all sides.  Stir in the onion, garlic, bay leaf, and herbs, and continue cooking until the onion is translucent.  Add the wine and tomatoes, and let the stew simmer slowly, covered, for about two hours.  Check the pot occasionally and add water if the liquid has evaporated.  Toward the end of the cooking time, stir in the remaining vegetables and continue braising gently until the vegetables are tender.  Season with salt and pepper.  Can be made ahead and reheated.

For the polenta:

1 cup polenta (coarsely ground cornmeal)
4 cups cold water (you can substitute 1 cup stock or milk for part of the water)
Salt and pepper
A few handfuls freshly grated Parmesan cheese

Stir water, polenta, and 1 teaspoon salt together in a heavy saucepan.  Place over a low flame and stir slowly with a wooden spoon, scraping the bottom and sides of the pot to keep the polenta from sticking.  Cook until the mixture thickens and pulls cleanly away from the sides of the pot, and the cornmeal feels tender on the tongue, 30-40 minutes.  Stir in the cheese.  Add freshly ground pepper and more salt, if needed, to taste.

To assemble and serve at table:

Put thin slices of mozzarella, provolone, and Gorgonzola cheeses on a serving plate-- 8 ounces of cheese, total, is ample.  Gruyère, fontina or Roquefort work well in this dish, too.  Place the cheese plate on the table, along with the pot of stew and the dish of polenta.  Diners serve themselves by spooning a mound of polenta onto their plate, followed by slices of the assorted cheeses and spoonfuls of stew.

Bon appétit, Sabbatical Chef Blog!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Rooster Week

A friend showed this to me today and man, do I know how that rooster feels.  (My apologies to the photographer-- I would give you credit if I knew who you were).  Now, I certainly hope I look better than he does.  I haven't  lost my hair and goodness knows I haven't lost any weight.  But ever have days when you feel pulled in 16 different directions?  I've felt like that since returning from France.  I haven't even kept up with my blog stats and I can be a bit obsessive about that, trust me.  Here is a list of the things I have going...
  • 7th grade class trip to DC in less that two weeks
  • 8th grade trip to France in less than a month
  • Arrival of the 28 French students and teachers in less than 2 months
  • National French Exam orders (I am the NC test coordinator)
  • Summer trip to France for six- Travels with my BFF, we are calling it- 3 days in Paris, 7 in Provence
  • The usual daily teaching and advising duties that keep me here from 7:30 am- 5:00 pm
Now, don't get me wrong.  I love my job.  Today is dress like a teacher day and several girls are here in black dresses, black tights, and scarves. 

I have fun with my students and pray that some French is sinking into their still-developing brains.  I love all the things I am involved in.  I wish that I had more time to do me-stuff-- go for a daily walk, write on this blog or work on my imaginary novel, finish Kristin's new book, Blossoming in Provence, cook up something delicious (in my kitchen at this very minute, I have all the ingredients for Teresa Lust's Polenta Stew recipe waiting for me to put them to good use), and so on and so on. 
Now I am just making myself tired so I will stop!
By the way, did you know that the rooster is the symbol of France?  Ah oui, c'est vrai.  Latin for rooster: gallus, Latin for inhabitant of Gaul, the former name of France:  Gallus; throw in Middle Ages, Christian symbol, the Renaissance, Charlemagne, mascot, Le Coq Sportif, and Cocorico.
This is Footix, mascot of the 1998 World Cup which was held in Paris and won by the Roosters French.
Ok, ça suffit pour aujourd'hui!  History lesson over.  Two more classes and study hall to go before I get home to that stew recipe.

Bon appétit. les Gaulois!

Monday, January 23, 2012

La mousse au chocolat

I have learned how to make perfect mousse au chocolat.  Mme P is well-known for her mousse and she let me in on her secrets last week.  We were invited to dinner at the Allemand house in Villeneuve-les-Avignon (VLA to those in the know, I discovered).  We couldn't go empty handed so that gave us a reason to make a bowl of chocolate heaven.
In Mme P's kitchen, she has a wonderful cabinet that belonged to her husband's grandparents.  She refinished it and the handy husband put slate in where glass had been before.  Perfect for shopping lists, reminders, and for writing up recipes.

The teacher/chef at work.
6 eggs
70 g (1/3 cup) granulated sugar
200 g dark chocolate (use the best you can find/afford-- the Nestle's she uses is dark 52% chocolate; European chocolate is just plain better than our stuff unless you go high end; they have higher standards for theirs)
pinch of salt

Eggs from hens raised outside-- they are stamped.
The best chocolate, according to Mme P--

I most certainly brought some home with me! 
Melt the chocolate in a double boiler.  Do not let it get too hot.  Stir it with a metal spoon, not a wooden one.  Take it off the heat as soon as it is almost melted and continue stirring until completely melted.


Separate the egg whites and yellows.
Beat the whites, with a pinch of salt, until stiff peaks form.
(I love her robot.)
Mix the yellows and the sugar.
Then add the melted chocolate.
Then delicately add the whites, about 1/4 at a time.  Fold them in very gently.
Lick the spoon or the whip, just to be sure it is as good as you know it is.
Or let your assistante américaine do this for you.
Such sacrifices.
Yes, I licked both.  I admit it.  Can't deny it anyway.  There is evidence.  Photos were taken.

Refrigerate it for at least 2 hours before serving.  We left it in the large bowl and put it in smaller verrines or glass dishes before heading to chez Allemand.

Bon appétit, la mousse au chocolat et Mme P!  À bientôt!


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Chez Fauchon

ACIS treated us to dinner at Fauchon this year.  Oui, Fauchon of the famous chocolates near the Madeleine church.  The place where I have practiced lèche-vitrines or window-licking, as the French call window-shopping, in the past.  Did you know they also have a café?  I didn't.  Our last night in Paris, after hours, we were whisked upstairs, barely having time to drool over the goodies surrounding us.
We were treated to champagne and appetizers.
Fauchon's bubbly comes from Champagne so it really is champagne.
And of course I love the pink.
Among the little hors-d'oeuvre, we were served pumpkin soup, with the smallest spoons I've ever eaten with--
It was très bonne, la soupe.
We sat down to eat, me next to my Paris roommate, Lynne,
with Angélique (in the red sweater above), and Thierry, who will be my group's tour manager during our March trip.
I think that we are going to get along famously.
Menus were waiting for us at our places.

And dinner began with Poêlée de girolles et cèpes, oeuf cassé, crème à la truffe
Sautéed mixed mushrooms with truffle cream
The main course-- Suprême de pintade doré minute, pommes de terre "Grenaille de Noirmoutier", légumes verts, jus salmis
Breast of guinea hen, baby potatoes, and green vegetables

Salad and cheese course--
Salade mélangée et fromages affinés:  Tête de Moine, Saint Marcellin, Sainte Maure
Mixed leaf salad served with a selection of cheese
I ate a second helping of the chèvre... I traded with Thierry.

And dessert...
Moelleux tiède au grand cru de chocolat Guanaja, coeur fondant framboise, glace vanille turbinée minute
Warm chocolate fondant dessert, with melting raspberry centre and vanilla ice cream
It was as good as it looks.  I resisted licking the plate, but I didn't waste a bite.
Wines were Sauvignon Domaine Laroche de la Chevalière 2010 and Bordeaux La Chapelle 2010 par Antoine Moueix.  Our water was either calme or agitée.
Before leaving, a trip to bathroom was in order, just to check it out (this is a weird hobby of mine in fancy places).
Femmes--
Hommes--
What is not to love about a pink toilettes?
On the way out, I snapped a few photos of the goodies.
And then a few window shots--
No purchases were made.  They closed up shop as soon as we left.
(I bought my little tin of chocolate at the airport on the way home.)
Our ride back to the hotel took us past the lovely ferris wheel, la roue, that is put up at Place de la Concorde for Christmas and New Year's.
It was a lovely, delicious evening. 

Bon appétit et merci, ACIS et Fauchon!






Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I am in France!

If only I had practiced with this lovely little iPad before I left... I couldn't get connected in Paris. I was not about to pay for Internet at the hotel. Seriously? Hotels charge these days and times? So, I thought to myself, WWHD? Can't guess what that means?. What would Hemingway do? I decided to stop worrying about the Internet and gadgets and I scribbled in my cute little All About Moi notebook whenever I had a minute and just wander around a lot. I was staying near Montparnasse, his old neighborhood, after all. Lots of photos and details will follow. C'est promis! Now I am safely installed chez Faany, in her beautiful farmhouse in Pujaut. I spent the day with her at school, with a two hour lunch break in the middle of it, meeting her students and letting them practice,their English on me. I also met the 25 students and two other teachers who are coming to see us in a couple of months. Now it is time to get dressed for dinner out, preceded by a look at The lovely evenings lights of Avignon. Wow, the things I must do for my job! C'est vraiment terrible, n'est-ce pas?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tomorrow! Demain!

As I scramble furiously to get ready to leave, I still had to make time to gaze at La Tour Eiffel.  As I taught my last day of classes for a week, I still found time to scribble notes to myself in my adorable journal the BFF gave me for Christmas.  I cannot believe she found this little book.  We have a joke dating back to when she and Mo came to France to visit me in 2007.  Mo wanted to take a photo of La Tour Eiffel.  She placed the BFF and me in the photo and we, being the girls that we are, started trying to make sure our hair looked just right.  Mo commented that we didn't need to worry about what we looked like, the photo wasn't about us, it was about La Tour F-L.  So, after that, we learned to asked if the photo would be about us or not.  I mean, why bother about what you look like if no one cares?  Therefore, the BFF gave this little journal to both of us.  Because it is, after all, all about moi.  That is, all my little notes.  The notes as of right this moment include a packing list, ideas for gifts to bring home, questions to ask, directions to my Paris hotel from the airport, addresses and metro stops for a couple of places I plan to visit, etc.  I've been given orders to write down everything I do while away.  And of course I will do just that so that I can remember it all!  It will require periodically stopping and sitting in a café because who can write and walk at the same time?  While gazing at the Frenchies, the buildings, the monuments, the sidewalk (to make sure the shoes stay clean!), the shop windows, and all that?  Pas moi!  I am up for the task, though.
Now, home to pack the suitcase, an agonizing task for moi...  I am really bad at packing.

Bon appétit, la Belle France.  Je te verrai vendredi matin!