Saturday, August 4, 2012

Festival of Cheese 2012

Grâce à, thanks (in a good way) to the generosity of the BFF's boss, Chef G, she and I have a big date tonight.  The American Cheese Society has been holding their annual conference and competition or Cheese Rally this week just down the road in Raleigh.  Bull City Burger and Brewery and Reliable Cheese held a beer and cheese pairing earlier in the week.  Tonight is the culminating event, the Festival of Cheese, where 1600+ cheesemakers will show their stuff.  There will also be crackers, charcuterie, honey, wine, and beer for consumption.  I am, as you can probably tell, quite excited.
In the summer edition of Culture magazine (which the BFF let me borrow for the day-- I didn't even know such a magazine existed), the Triangle (Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill) is prominently featured.
There are photos of Major, our Durham mascot,
Patrick of Reliable Cheese
and Wine Authorities
just to mention a few of the shout-outs for Durham.
There is also a guide, Game On, for novices such as myself on to how to navigate a Cheese Festival.
So, I am officially in training today.  Here are the do's and don'ts I will need to follow in order to be prepared.

Do Arrive Early
Personally, starting off the evening aggravated because I can't find a parking place or arriving late and wasting precious minutes when I could be sniffing (not to mention sampling) cheese would put me in an grumpy mood (see the last don't).

Do Plan To Stay Awhile
No leaving early tonight for us.  (Hear that, BFF?)

Don't Eat Too Much- Or Too Little Beforehand
Be hungry, not ravenous.

Do Take An Initial Lap To Orient Yourself
I imagine the Olympic athletes do this, too.  Right?

Do Be Mindful Of Progression
As with any tasting experience, start mild and work up to strong-- think fresh goat at the beginning and bleu at the end.

Don't Restrict Yourself
Try some new stuff, even things that you think you don't like (this would be bleu for moi...)

Do Seek Out Cheeses Not Readily Available In Your Region
Artisan cheesemakers tend to sell their stuff close to home.  Travel the country through cheese-tasting!

Do Take Notes
Advice from Ari Weinzweig, co-founder of Zingerman's Deli (the BFF heard him talk and has become a groupie)-- take notes, collect business cards, and take photos (I need to get some fresh batteries for the camera...)

Don't Escort The Gang
Just me and the BFF!

Do Bring Snacks
A few crackers or slices of baguette to cleanse the palate.  Okay, maybe I need the bigger purse tonight.

Don't Drink Too Much
Moderation in all things.  Generally keeps me from spilling stuff, too.  Embarrassing.

Don't Spit
Don't worry.  I think that's really disgusting, anyway, even when cute baseball players do it.

Do Be Considerate
Be polite.  Don't hurt the cheesemakers' feelings if you don't fall in love with their product.

Do Stay Comfortable
Practical shoes and clothes.  Maybe the white linen dress isn't a good idea?  Just in case of spills?

Don't Wear Perfumes Or Colognes
Check.  Good advice.  Don't want to mask all the yummy smells.

Do Carry Cash
Just like at an outdoor market.  Makes sense.

Do Flaunt Your Knowledge
Ask good, thoughtful questions.  (I have no medals or ribbons to display.  Just several visits to goat cheese makers in France and the US.)

Don't Rush
Savor, savor, savor.  The cheese and the experience.  Mais oui!  But of course!

Don't Be Grumpy
Know that it is going to be crowded and go with the flow.  I can do this! (See the first do)

This will be a great experience for une petite gourmande such as me.  I am up for the challenge.

I am ready to represent my fellow Triangle cheeselovers.


Bon appétit, fromage lovers of the Triangle!




Thursday, August 2, 2012

Mont Saint Michel

On the last day of our 2012 BFF trip, JC and I decided to go to Mont St. Michel.  Once JC had committed to the trip, she told me that a visit to Mont St. Michel was on her bucket list.  I had only been there once before, during a student trip.  JC's son was with me on that trip.  And I was more than happy to return to this very special spot.
It's a tiny little speck on a map of France, in between Normandy and Brittany (Normandy claims it).
We booked seats on a bus tour from Paris with France Tourisme, knowing that it would be a long day but ready to leave the driving to someone else this time.  The weatherman was calling for rain.  JC kept telling me that it was not going to rain, to stop worrying.  (She was right.  I do not know why I worry about the weather anyway.  It's not as if I can control it.)
I could go on and on about the history of this pilgrimage spot, but if you are interested click here and Wikipedia will tell you all you want to know.  Saying that a visit here is a religious experience sounds a bit silly in view of the story that surrounds its beginnings.  According to legend, the Archangel Michael repeatedly ordered the bishop of Avranches to build a church there in 708.  The good bishop repeatedly ignored him until Michael burned a hole in his skull to get his point across.  A golden statue of Michael graces the top of the church.  (He is the patron saint of grocers, mariners, paratroopers, police, and sickness, by the way.)

It is a religious experience, though, even for a non-Catholic and someone who doesn't attend church on a regular basis.
Only about 40 people live on the island.  There are lots and lots of tourist shops, selling all kinds of souvenirs, including the lovely butter cookies the area is known for.  (I brought back two small tins of them. Photo courtesy of amazon.com)

JC and I climbed to the top, to visit the church where I sent up a prayer for my very ill brother and Mama Mildred

and to look at the people making their way across the sand to the other small island.

We wandered around in the cemetery
and discovered Sainte Jeanne d'Arc guarding a lovely little chapel.
I don't remember this spot from my first visit.  It is a jewel.
We lit candles.
We did not wash our feet in the fountain.

We did decide to have omelets for lunch after watching them cook when we first arrived on the island.
We were short on time, but found a seat at Terrasses Poulard.
Wonderful cider made from all of those Normandy apples, our fluffy omelets,  frites, and the ever-present salade.  We are so glad that we made time for this.  Délicieux!
I found a recipe at Armchair Uzès, but I haven't tried it yet.  The real recipe is a closely guarded secret, as is the recipe for the butter cookies.
Some folks make the trek this way... interesting.
Other random photos-





It was one of the best days I've ever spent.  I know that JC would say the same.
Bon appétit, Archangel Michel, JC, and pilgrims everywhere!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

3Bisous

I am very, very fond of the French custom of kisses on the cheek when greeting friends and family members.  At the beginning of the school year, I call in my Italian colleague from next door to help me demonstrate this custom with my 6th grade class.  (Mme P has no idea her image would be used for this one!  Maybe Betty Boop suspected?  I am still longingly looking at my photos from the July trip-- heavy sigh)  I am sure they think I am weird.  Oh well.  C'est la vie.
I have started a new blog and named it 3Bisous.  These kisses are called bises or bisous and in the south of France. 3 is the magic number.  The name of the blog has nothing to do with the content, however, at this time.  Unfortunately, I do not get to kiss enough Frenchies to have much to write about in that realm.  This one is devoted to my quest for self-improvement, namely losing weight.  The number on the scale has been slowly creeping up for the past year.  I've blamed it on middle-age, menopause, and thyroid issues.  I don't talk about it much, certainly not at school.  We all come in various shapes and sizes and that's a good thing.  But getting up every morning and not being able to fit into my clothes is a big bummer.  Wanting to erase most of the photos taken of me in France is bad for morale, too.  Mindlessly putting stuff into my mouth is not good for me.  I love to eat and I love good food.  Since my sabbatical and eight months total spent in France working for Chef Érick, good food has taken on a new meaning for me.  Fresh ingredients reign supreme.  It's when I slip into old habits and eat for no good reason or am too tired or lazy to prepare something good for myself that the weight goes up.
Enter the most sensible book I have found to date:  The Skinny Rules by Bob Harper.  His name meant nothing to me when the BFF told me about the book.  I don't watch a lot of TV and haven't ever followed The Biggest Loser.  Bob is a 46 year old personal trainer who appears on TBL.  So, the new blog has become my journal.  I am not ready to share it -- not yet.  But I am on Day 4 and feeling pretty proud.


Bob's Signature No-Oil Hummus

2 Tbsp. freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/4 tsp. salt
1 15.5 oz. can low sodium garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
1/2 garlic clove, cut into smaller pieces
1/4 c. low sodium vegetable broth (or water) to thin

Place all in food processor; process until smooth.
Refrigerate in airtight container up to 5 days.

I scooped some up on an Arnold Whole Wheat Sandwich Thin cut into wedges.  Really, really good.

Bon appétit et bon courage to all trying to self-improve!


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Birthday week at the beach

This is what the Atlantic Ocean offered up to me for my birthday this year.  It was our last full day at Sunset and I had just about given up hope.  I spend a lot of my time at the beach wandering up and down searching for sand dollars and shells.  There are very few shells, though, and mostly broken sand dollars.  But the Ex-Ex looked down and spotted the small one and, just a few minutes later, the large one washed up right at my feet.  Bon anniversaire!
It was a lovely day.  I spent the whole day on the beach (and have the sunburn to prove it!), walking, reading, and watching my "boys" play.
The Ex-Ex bought himself a new hat to protect his ears from the sun.  (He grew up in Nebraska, the son and grandson of cattle ranchers, so he is not a Drugstore Cowboy.)
Sons 1 and 2 were there, livening up the action on our little stretch of beach at the 35th street access.
I no longer participate in their games.  That ended when they were around 8 years old and their level of athletic prowess far outstripped mine.  (And they are also unashamedly competitive.)
I would have found it difficult to play this year anyway because I attempted to slice off the end of my left index finger.
Note to self:  Do not attempt to open a package of tacos with a knife.  Use kitchen scissors.
It hurt like heck.  We were at the BFF's rented house for dinner (we just happened to rent the same week they did-- imagine that).  She and her nephew tended to my injury while I tried not to look at the blood running down my finger.  Her Son #1 is quite a fisherman and cook now that he is all grown up.  He caught some flounder and made fish tacos (with the help of his main squeeze).  He also smoked some ribs.  The BFF generously opened a bottle of Tavel rosé (I am not sure we shared it with anyone, though, to be perfectly honest) in honor of the week.

Merci, Betty Boop!!
It was a relaxing week, all in all.  We made friends with Gabby, the bartender par excellence at Crabby Oddwaters.  I made Shrimp and Grits, with the help of my sous-chef, Son #2, our last night there.  I sipped Rosé Pamplemousse as my apéritif  most evenings. (Just dry rosé and grapefruit juice-- recipe from Mme P- we sipped them at her house while in France.)
I read some good books.

  • Paris Revealed: The Secret Life of a City by Stephen Clarke (humourously written info about Paris by a Brit who lives there-- wish I had read it before the July BFF trip!)
  • Tender at the Bone:  Growing Up at the Table by Ruth Reichl (beautifully written memoir about loving food and the pain of growing up by the best food writer I can think of- great recipes included- I can't wait to attempt a few of them)
  • Mission to Paris by Alan Furst (an action-packed novel set in Paris on the eve of WWII)
  • The Skinny Rules:  The Simple Nonnegotiable Principles for Getting Thin by Bob Harper (sensible guide to eating by a guy who knows his stuff-- he had me at oatmeal and blueberries for breakfast)
  • Van Gogh, The Life by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith (still working on this one- a new theory about Vincent's death- very well-written)
I came home to find a package in my mailbox from my Sister-in-law (or Belle-Soeur, in French).  I've known her for 30 years but had no idea she is so creative (or funny).  While in Paris, in our little rented apartment in the 3e arrondissement, the lights went out one night about 11:30 pm, and she came to the rescue with her penlight.  She also had a spoon in her purse that came in handy for eating a luscious boule au chocolat one day (read this post for the full story).  So, she sent me my own Survival Kit.
Part 1-

Part 2


And the explanation.

(Here's the story of the movie escapade.)
It was a lovely week of sunsets

and sunrises.

Bon appétit à toutes et à tous!  Et bon anniversaire to all Leos out there!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Happy Second Third!


One's life story can take interesting twists and turns.  Ours sure did.  The Ex-Ex and I were married on July 24, 1982 in the First Baptist Church in Spruce Pine, my hometown way up in the Appalachian Mountains.  It was a small wedding.  We paid for it ourselves.  We look like we are 12 (of course, every one under 30 looks 12 to me these days!).  Oui, I was a brunette once upon a time.  And the Ex-Ex had a lovely head of hair.
I wore my aunt's wedding dress.  We were very close at the time.  My college roommate was my maid of honor.  My sisters were in the wedding, too, in their yellow homemade dresses.  We were surrounded mostly by family and a few friends from high school, college, and Durham Academy, where we both worked even way back then (it's where we met).  We honeymooned along the Blue Ridge Parkway, hiking and exploring.  We made it all the way to Roanoke, Virginia, before the money ran out and we had to head home to our new apartment.
Thirty years, two kids, four different houses, several cats, various cars, one separation and divorce and one reconciliation later, here we are.  Whenever anyone asks the Ex-Ex for the story, he replies "You'll have to read the book."  The one I am working on.  The Sabbatical Chef.  The one I hope will be finished this time next year.
(Photos by Rick Bland)
I am listening to Chico and The Gypsies chantent Charles Aznavour as I write this.  Lovely music.  I bought the CD at the Sunday market in Isle-sur-la-Sorgue.


Bon appétit et bon anniversaire de mariage!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Paris + Eiffel Tower + Rue Cler


The BFF-ers and I headed over to the Tour Eiffel on Day 2 of our Paris adventure.  I had managed to snag tickets to the second floor on-line at the last minute, but the catch was we had to be in line by 8:45 am.  Two of my fellow travelers had never been to Paris, much less to the top, so I was really happy to get those tickets.  We had two extras because two of the gals were off doing their own thing (they had already been to the top and had other sights to see).  We looked at the very, very long line of people without tickets
(this is what the line looked like from the top)

and chose a mom and daughter to give our extras to.  And it turned out they were from Norway!  Good karma here (the Ex-Ex and Sister-in-law are of Norwegian descent).
When we got to the second floor, we discovered that we could indeed buy tickets to the third floor so up we went for spectacular views of the entire city.
Invalides (Coucou, Napoléon!)
The Grand Palais (it's still there, Arles Lucy!)
The Pont Alexandre III and la Seine
And Sacré Coeur, the BFF's fav.
After all that time spent in a much higher altitude, we were hungry, of course, so we headed to one of my favorite streets, Rue Cler.  We chose a restaurant I know quite well for our lunch-
Not only is the food good, it's a great place to people watch.  Lots of tourists are there since Rick Steves  writes about this street in his Paris books, but there are also quite a few locals there having lunch and shopping for their daily supplies.  (On Rue Cler, there is a bakery, a cheese shop, and the pâtisserie where the last blog's desserts were purchased and consumed, as well as several restaurants, a post office, a fruit and vegetable seller, a wine shop with lots of rosés in the window, a Florame essential oils shop, etc.)
For lunch, I chose duck confit since it had been quite a while since I had eaten any, but two of the ladies chose the vegetable quiche.

(We also ran into Bruce Springsteen, by the way... at least a huge poster of him.  He was performing in Paris for two nights.  I think that we all would have agreed that he could eat croissants...  Am I right, ladies?)
Pardon... I digress.
Anyway, I miss Paris.  I miss France.  I miss objets d'art underpants.  Couldn't help that one.  I didn't buy any though, but I heard that Ms. Arizona brought some home.  The July sales were on, after all.  Enough poetry.
At the airport on the way home, I picked up a copy of Stephen Clarke's latest book.  I buy just about any and every book about France, so I decided to add this one to my collection.
I've read all of his Merde books and Talk to the Snail and enjoyed them tremendously.  So, I figured that since I was still sorta kinda in Paris, I would buy this one.  I so wish that I had read it before heading to Paris.  It is a great book.  With his English sense of humor, he tells many tales about the city and gives great advice to any one visiting or hoping to live there.  He even mentions a restaurant that was very near the apartment we stayed in close to the Temple métro stop.  This will be required reading before I take the next adult group with me to traipse around the City of Light.  Next, I plan to buy 1000 Years of Annoying the French.  It sounds very educational, although I personally try to never annoy anyone French.
This afternoon, in light of my longing for France, I googled vegetable quiche recipes and came up with a winner.  I discovered Jennifer and her blog, use real butter.   So, here is my latest creation.

I even had enough leftovers to make a second, crustless one.  Miam, miam, as the Frenchies say!

Roasted Vegetable Quiche

1 large Yukon gold potato, peeled (optional) and diced (medium dice)
1 small eggplant, diced (medium dice)
1 medium bell pepper (I used a red one), diced (medium to large dice)
(I added a zucchini, too, diced.)
2-3 Tbsp. olive oil
Salt (I used some from France with herbs added)
Pepper

I bunch kale (about 6-8 stems), washed and torn
1 medium onion, sliced thin
(I added one clove of garlic, minced)
Olive oil

1 pie crust (homemade or store bought)

1 1/2 c. Gruyère cheese, grated
1 Tbsp. flour
3 eggs, beaten
1 1/2 c. milk
1/4 tsp. salt (once again, I used salt with herbes mixed in)

Pie Crust
from Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book

1 1/4 c. flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1/3 c. shortening or lard
3-4 tsp. cold water

Set the oven to 450˚F.
Mix flour and salt in a mixing bowl.  Cut shortening into flour to form pea-sized pieces.  Sprinkle water over the mixture and toss with fork until all is moistened.  Form dough into a ball and roll out on lightly floured surface to about 12-inches in diameter.  Press and form into a 9-inch pan.  Line the crust with foil and bake for 5 minutes.  Remove the foil and continue baking for another 7 minutes.  Remove from oven.

(I used my go-to pie crust recipe from Even More Special-- it was already made and just needed to thaw.)

Vinegar Pie Crust
makes 4 crusts
4 c. all-purpose flour
1 Tbsp. sugar
2 tsp. salt
1 3/4 c. shortening (I use butter)
1/2 c. water
2 Tbsp. cider vinegar
1 egg

Preheat oven to 425˚F if pie shells are to be baked.
In large bowl, mix flour, salt, and sugar together.  Cut in shortening or butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs.
Combine water, vinegar, and egg.  Beat mixture with a fork.  Gradually pour egg mixture into dry ingredients.  Mix until pastry holds together; dough will be slightly sticky.
Divide into four flat disks and dust lightly with flour.  Cover with waxed paper.  Chill one hour.
Roll out on floured surface to fit four 9-inch pans.  (Or use as many as you need and freeze the rest.)
Place dough in pan.  For baked shell, prick pie crust and bake for 10 minutes.  Leave unpricked for filled pies and bake as directed in recipes.

Vegetables
Preheat oven to 425˚F.  Toss the diced potato, eggplant, and pepper (and any other vegetable you wish, but not the onion and kale) with 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil, salt and pepper to taste in a wide baking dish so that the vegetables sit in a single layer.  Roast for 30 minutes, remove from oven and let cool.
In a sauté pan, heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil over medium heat and sauté the onions, stirring them to avoid burning.  Cook them for about 20 minutes until caramelized (with a few minutes left, I added the garlic), then remove from pan.  In the same pan, heat 1-2 tablespoons of olive oil on high heat and sauté the kale until cooked.  Remove from pan and roughly chop the kale.

Quiche
In a large bowl, toss the vegetables together.  In a separate bowl, toss the cheese and flour together and then mix the cheese in with the vegetables.  Fill the pie crust with the vegetable-cheese mix.  Beat the eggs and stir in the milk and salt.  Pour the milk over the vegetables and bake the quiche for 35-40 minutes.  Let the quiche rest out of the oven for 15 minutes before serving.

Crustless Quiche
I had leftover vegetables and milk-egg mixture, so I buttered an extra pan and baked the rest without a crust.  I baked it in the oven at the same time as the other one for the same amount of time.  It was really good, too.

Bon appétit, Paris!