Showing posts with label champagne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label champagne. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2010

Out With the Old...


Happy 2010 everyone! It still sounds a bit science fiction to me. Where's my jetpack?

Every year between Christmas and New Years I do such a quantity of shopping and cooking - that come January 2nd, I feel like I could sip nothing but flat ginger ale through a plastic straw till March. Every year I try to outdo myself - but it’s often the last minute experiments that become the year-round keepers.

Thanks to my mother-in-law’s rather elevated taste in beverages, in the aftermath of the holidays I am always left with 2 or 3 half empty bottles of champagne. I keep it around (re-corked) and use it in place of white wine in my recipes. Whenever I do, something simple and extraordinary happens. I become a better cook.

I get it – very few people outside of France have leftover champagne hanging out next to the Diet Coke in the fridge. (Come to think of it, I’ve never seen my mother-in-law drink a Diet Coke). So think of the following recipes as a good excuse to buy some. Next time you have something to celebrate, open the bottle before dinner, pour a glass for the cook (essential, I think), use a splash in the recipes, stick a cork back in and drink the rest with dinner.
I used the end of one bottle to cook the fish we had on Christmas Eve. My mother in law suggested that I wrap the sea bass in parma ham, the meaty flesh of the fish stands up well to pork – I’ve done the same with andouillette sausage, but the ham was even better – it crisped up in the oven, clinging to the bass like a second skin. I stuffed the fish with parsley and added a handful of green olives flecked with herbs de provence. The champagne was an afterthought, poured in the bottom of the dish to keep the fish from drying out in the oven – but as the ham rendered its fat and the olives crinkled in the heat, the champagne became the base for a wonderfully complex sauce – no bite, just a bit of sparkle.On Christmas Day, I used the end of bottle number two to add a bit of acid to a creamy root vegetable soup. The champagne had just enough dry wit to balance out the mellow sweetness of the parsnips and butternut squash.

So just when you thought the season for special occasion eating was over – here’s a mini-menu to keep in mind. Valentine’s Day anyone?

Parsnip, Carrot and Butternut Squash Soup with Champagne

It is terribly important to use good quality veggies for this soup. My mom tried it with watery supermarket carrots and white wine and found it “blah”. If you can, try to find “dirty” carrots – those that have been harvested and buried in sand.

1 pound carrots (preferably “dirty” or organic (3 large), very thinly sliced
1 pound parsnips (2 medium), very thinly sliced
1 ½ pounds of butternut squash (about half a large squash), diced
1 onion, diced
5 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp butter
½ cup (plus a splash) champagne
4 cups chicken broth
1 ½ cups milk

Prepare the vegetables. Heat the oil and butter in a large stock pot. Add onion, sauté for 4-5 minutes until beginning to color. Add carrots, parsnips and squash; stir to coat with oil/butter. Cover with the lid ajar about an inch, and cook for 25-30 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the veggies are sweet and tender.

Add the champagne – it will sizzle off pretty quickly. Then add the chicken broth. Using a hand blender, puree the soup. Add the milk and blend a second time for good measure. I add an extra splash of champagne at the end for kicks. Serve piping hot with crusty bread and oozy cheese.

Serves 6 as a light meal, freezes beautifully

Sea Bass with Parma Ham, Green Olives and Champagne

For Christmas I made this with 3 large bass for 6 people (that’s smallish French portions as part of a multi-course meal. If I was making it again, I think I might use smaller individual bass, just because they look so spectacular served whole. It is important that you ask your fish monger to scrape the scales off the fish – or do it yourself with a regular dinner knife (scrape against the grain) – you want to be able to eat the crispy parma-wrapped skin.

3 large bass, gutted with the scales scraped
Coarse sea salt
Handful of flat leaf parsley
8 slices of parma ham, sliced paper thin
Good handful of green olives with herbs
Splash of champagne

Heat the oven to 410° F.

Rinse the fish thoroughly, removing any stray scales with your fingers. Place the fish in a shallow casserole dish. Sprinkle the inside of each fish with sea salt, and stuff with a few springs of parsley. Wrap each fish with a 2 slices of ham, leaving the head exposed. Scatter the green olives on top. Pour a good splash of champagne in the bottom (about a ¼ inch), bake for 30 minutes until the skin is crispy and the flesh is firm and opaque down to the bone.

Serves 4-6

Monday, July 6, 2009

The world through rose-tinted champagne

I was awaked at 5:14 on Sunday morning (the morning of my 6th wedding anniversary) by a young women being murdered in our Parisian courtyard – except instead of screaming Nooooooooonnn, she was cooing: AH oui, ah oui, ah ouiii, at the top of her lungs. Paris is going through a bit of a heat wave at the moment, and since an air-conditioned apartment in the City of Light is as rare as a possum in pearls, everyone sleeps with their windows open. Naturally, you are sometimes awakened by a chorus of happy couples. What’s more, it’s contagious. Much like the cut-glass dish of Hersey’s Kisses on my grandmother’s coffee table – up till that moment, you didn't know you wanted one; but once you’ve spotted the shiny foil wrappers, thoughts form: “Why yes, don’t mind if I do.”

To escape the heat, G. and I went to see Ice Age 3 on Saturday night – large movie theatres being one of the only reliably air-conditioned spaces in all of Paris. Like Queen Latifah (in the guise of a foxy woolly mammoth) – I’m 8 ½ months pregnant at the moment. I went to my first pre-natal class this week, and learned that the delivery rooms of the Hôpital Franco-Britannique – where I am registered for the big event – are very much NOT air-conditioned (apparently, you can bring your own fan). All things considered, I’d rather give birth in a multiplex, watching the new Woody Allen movie “Whatever Works”.

To celebrate our anniversary G. and I went on picnic in the Buttes Chaumont in the 19th arrondissement, my favorite park in Paris. It was built up from the ruins of one of Napoleon III quarries – and following the picturesque fashion of German Romanticism, it sports a fake waterfall, a(n even faker) Grecian temple, and the requisite black swan. Aside from the theatrical setting, Les Buttes has another advantage over the more formal parks in Paris – you can sit on the grass. Don’t you dare try that in the Jardin du Luxembourg.

I’m not usually one to buy things strictly for the kitsch value, but in honor of the occasion I couldn’t pass up a tiny bottle of pink champagne: Moët & Chandon Rosé Impérial. The baby-to-be had a sip; may as well start them on the good stuff early…

Some of my pet foods are back at the market this month – including pêche plate – perfectly ripe white peaches that look like they’ve been squashed flat by a hippo. I looked them up on Wikipedia recently; they are originally from China – where the name translates to paradise peach. The English name – doughnut peach – lacks a certain poetry.

But the real reason to go on a picnic is Paris was concealed in a small square of red-checkered wax paper - rillettes de canard - shredded duck cooked in its own fat until it spreads like butter. Up to a certain point, the heat is quite friendly toward rillettes – to truly experience the taste and texture, it’s not the kind of thing you want to eat cold from the fridge.
After a nap and an article on the Iranian elections, the sky was just beginning to cloud over; we rolled up our old mustard-colored duvet cover to catch the bus for home.