Daily Archives: February 25, 2009

My Stagiere

I just finished the finale of Top Chef and while in my heart I hoped for Carla, I’m glad Stefan didn’t win. That makes Hosea, a compromise of compromises, Top Chef. Oh, well, so Glad paid him $100K. Bully for them.

When I was in cooking school at ICE (Institute for Culinary Education, formerly Peter Kump’s NYCS) we had a stagiere, pronounced “staj” for short. He was working his way through school and while he couldn’t help us with our food, he brought in all the ingredients before we showed up, cleaned up after us and brought us certain things we needed that weren’t on the cart that morning (i.e. 2T cognac for a dessert).

Currently I have one stage, but her only job is to be the “first rinse” at the dishwasher so I’m basically alone in the kitchen. Jim’s not allowed in except to get ice, water and soda. Perhaps tortilla chips. But if he goes around the other side of the island he knocks over pots and pans and none of them are round anymore. Oh, my stage is the dog, Zoe. She can be helpful. I opened a Dr. Pepper bottle for Jim the other day and it erupted. I cleaned the counter, cupboards and floor. Later that day she was licking the floor, so I know I missed a spot!

One thinks only Texas dogs like Dr. Pepper, which one connoisseur likened to “Dallas’ answer to Beaujolais.” Well, husband and dog are Texan. I keep my Diet Coke preferences to myself. I hate it when a restaurant switches our beverages and as I am the official “taster,” take a swig of prune juice instead of DC!

Here’s to stagieres across the nation and world. If I’d known I’d have financed culinary school that way and learned even more. Plus kept a few cents in the bank.

I modified an old cucumber salad recipe tonight and baked potatoes to go along with our roasted chicken breasts. More chicken is available for tomorrow so I’ll figure out what to do with it. I also want to make French Onion Soup a la Julia Child in the next few days. No way I’m making my own beef stock. ‘Night now, Dee.

Cassoulet

Yes, I’ve read the 40-minute cassoulet from Mark Bittman in the NYTimes. Perhaps I’ll try it. But if one makes everything from scratch, it is a very lengthy process, and a worthwhile endeavor.

Chowhound.com has a link to cassoulet afficionados. I made it once, 20 years ago, and my Dad loved it! And now that we have online ordering, the tarbais beans and duck fat are only a click away. Not to mention the duck confit and saussice de Toulouse.

Cassoulet is a French dish made of beans and meat in a savory broth topped with a bread crumb crust. It only gets better as it’s re-baked and the crust hardens once again, just to be broken. I wrote this simple description because it’s probably the only one that passes muster with all three French towns and other cassoulet lovers. There are many schools of cassoulet.

Twenty years ago I quit my job as a lobbyist in NYC and spent my life savings going to cooking school. Alongside our lessons, many of the dishes we prepared were written by Simone “Simca” Beck, of Mastering the Art of French Cooking fame. Our teacher worked with Simca and Julia Child during the summer months. Given a choice of a beach or the South of France, I’d choose France!

My apprenticeship of four weeks was held at Cafe Beaujolais, a beautiful small restaurant in Mendocino CA. I lived in a cabin with little light and no heat and when the little supermarket bundle of wood was done at 3:00 a.m. I froze my butt off. I was making nothing and had spent my savings on cooking school and a rental car to drive up there and had no TV or radio so my sole “just for fun” purchase was Simca’s Cuisine, from a used bookstore in Fort Bragg.

I am looking at it and its’ cassoulet recipe now. She calls for Great Northern beans, bacon, 2 ducks, hot Italian or Spanish sausage, and aromatics. She calls it “Un diner canaille pour joyeux amis.” That means an earthy dinner for high-spirited friends. She serves the cassoulet with Coquilles St. Jacques, a cold asparagus vinaigrette, a strong cheese and cherries in custard with meringue, flambee.

The entire meal sounds too heavy for me, but I may just try the cassoulet when we’re flush again. Our President spoke, stocks went up, then they revealed the bank solvency test and it went right back down again. Every day seems to be a crap shoot.

Tonight, we have roasted chicken breast, baked potatoes and a choice of vegetable. Red cabbage cole slaw (finishing that up, finally), fresh tomato in balsamico, olive oil, salt, pepper and basil. We also have a newly-made cucumber slaw from the Smoked Butts… cookbook I have on the site.

When I do try cassoulet again, I’ll check recipes and ponder my choices, taste and give you my results. The thing about especially French country cooking, this time from the area around Languedoc, is that people had this stuff made. There was no refrigeration so duck or goose legs were cooked in their own fat and kept covered completely in that fat in a crock in the pantry. Doing this culinary marathon is somewhat pointless for urban dwellers as we have to re-create everything, whether from scratch or from an online catalogue.

This entire one-sided conversation ends with me saying that we should cook local food, in season, the best produce and meats we can find. Don’t mess them up with complications. Serve your family a terrific meal. If you’re in Georgia, how can you use peaches in an entree? Texas, sweet onions, our family usually has tons of pears. Plus BEEF. Jim’s favorite. Support your local farmer, no-one else does.

The EPA wants to put a methane tax of $87.50 per beef cow. Some cows worth 1K to 1.5K are selling for $500. Losing most of their investment plus adding a tax of 20% of the sale price puts the rancher even more in the hole. ‘Nuff said. Cheers, Dee