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Tuesday, 22 January 2008

COOKBOOK: The Fundamental Techniques of Classic Cuisine ~The French Culinary Institute

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I could have saved $40,000 and 6 months, endless cuts and burns, bad hair days, bruised egos, fashion disasters, gas that could peel the paint off the side of a barn, and having cats follow me home because I smelled like a mackerel!

As y'all know, I attended the full time 6-month culinary program at the FCI a few years ago (and yes I experienced all of the above... in abundance!) so when I saw this book come out, I had to buy it. Like James Peterson's Sauces, this book too could ballast a boat - all 500 pages! - but it is also a veritable treasure chest, a culinary Fort Knox if you will, of all things cooking. If Techniques is the only cookbook you ever purchase, you'd be set.

Techniques is almost verbatim our first quarter (6 week) curriculum. Really! Word for word, gram for gram, ingredient for ingredient. I even pulled out my notebook and compared the Sauces section. Exactly the same. Our first quarter was spent learning these 250 techniques. (Before I went to cooking school I burned water! I still do, just less often...) We then spent the next 3 quarters refining and practicing and expanding on all these techniques. So if you don't want to sacrifice 6 months and $40,000 and the above mentioned humiliations to attend cooking school, then buy this book and cook every recipe over and over and you will become an excellent cook. If you master all the skills and techniques in the book, you can walk into any kitchen (even in France!) and hold your own as this is the foundation of classic cooking and the language of the kitchen.

Hints and tips from the Deans and Chef Instructors pepper the book in every technique with tidbits such as "...cook beans at a constant low temperature and cool them in their cooking liquid. ~ Dean Alain Sailhac" or "Do not cover a chicken after roasting or it will steam and make the meat taste reheated." ~Dean Jacques Pepin". It's like getting a personal cooking lesson from some of the world's the greatest chefs. A few that I'm not sure made it into the book that will I will never for include, "If you have time to lean, you have time to clean ~Chef Henri Viain" and "What you put in the pot, you get out of the pot. ~Chef Pascal Beric" and God love them both for their dedication to their students.

Techniques teaches the 250 classic foundation techniques including stocks, sauces, soups, salads, eggs, potatoes, poultry, beef, veal, lamb, pork, fish, shellfish, marinades, stuffings, organ meats (my least favorite day in cooking school!), pastry dough, creams & custards, crepes, brioche, frozen desserts, meringues, mousses, and soufflés (my favorite day in cooking school! :) As I browsed through the book, 6 months of my life flashed before my eyes, intermittently cringing while remembering slicing off the tip of my thumb on the mandoline or burning my wrist on the convection oven and laughing out loud picturing the over-whipped genoise, splattered pommes anna, and over salted poulet roti grandmere dubbed "inedible" by the chefs.

Many if not all of the recipes in my humble little blog, such as the ones here and here, are based on the foundation I learned in cooking school. Techniques also explains in great detail terms in a kitchen, names of equipment and pots and pans (and the difference between stainless steel and aluminum, cast iron, non-stick and the benefits and pit falls of each), food safety, knifes and knife skills, and professional kitchen management.

If you want to become an great home chef or are considering or about to attend cooking school, I implore you to devour (pun intended) this book. If you learn all the techniques, or at least become familiar with them, then you will be leaps and bounds ahead of the game. Bon courage et bon appetit!

Saturday, 05 January 2008

CDG to SFO in 37 Hours....

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Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triomphe ~ Paris, December 2007

Copied from an email I sent my flatmates in Paris a few days after arriving back in San Francisco....

"...I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever fly through Washington DC/Dulles again. Ever, ever, ever! Did I say ever? NEVER!

To start, we were late leaving CDG because of a SUSPICIOUS BLUE BAG left in the terminal. Good thing I got there early because it took me almost and hour and a half to get to the gate. The airport was mobbed with people of all shapes and sizes and colors in various forms of ornate ethnic clothes, some bright, some subdued, all in need of washing. The line to check in at the gate was about 5 people deep and a veritable mosh pit. Why is it that the check in desk at Lufthansa is always calm, serene, and orderly while chaos reigns at United? Anyways, after answering various and inane questions about the whereabouts of my luggage and the content within, I made it to the check-in counter and was helped by an absolutely delightful, kind woman. WHEW! I had upgraded the night before, as you know, to Washington but was wait listed from Washington to SFO however she said, "It looked very good".

Giddily anticipating my complimentary business class cocktail, I then proceeded to the longest passport control line I'd ever seen. It snaked along the wall nearly the entire circumference of the airport. While waiting in line for nearly an HOUR, we kept hearing announcements asking the owner of a SUSPICIOUS BLUE BAG left in the terminal to come get it. I kept hearing it as I marched through passport control and as I was headed to the gate I heard a BOOM! They BLEW UP THE BAG! They didn't remove it, inspect it, x-ray it nor seal it. No. They BLEW IT UP! In the terminal! I ran for the Red Carpet Club, slammed back a glass of champagne and headed for the gate...

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Saturday, 29 December 2007

Who needs a chimney? Not Santa!

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Santa taking a different route into a home in Orange, France near Avignon.

Sunday, 23 December 2007

City of Lights

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Hotel Plaza Athenee ~ Paris, December 2007

Sunday, 02 December 2007

8th Grade Reunion...

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29 years later! When I told people I was going to my 8th grade reunion, they looked at me like I was crazy but there was no way I was going to miss it. Two friends (above) who were boarding students flew from Mexico City for the reunion so I was going to be there come hell or high water. Fortunately it didn't take that :) I'd post a "before" picture of us but I had acne, braces - those big ugly silver ones that went all the way around your teeth - and a Dorothy Hammill haircut.... enough said!

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Baby got back....

don't watch this while eating thanksgiving dinner or you'll have cranberry coming out your nose :)

Saturday, 17 November 2007

Thanksgiving Recipe Round-up

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Hi Everyone! Grab your apron (or cocktail as the case may be!) and let's get cooking! Putting together a menu is always the hardest part for me - I struggle and agonize and moan and questions my existence - so if you don't want to suffer the same fate, here are some ideas from the Ghosts of Thanksgiving Past...

How *Not* to Cook a Turkey 12/2/06
Thanksgiving in Paris, Trois Fois (Three Times) 11/27/05
Thanksgiving Recipes v4.0 ~ Stuffed! 11/20/06
Thanksgiving Recipes v3.0 ~ Michael Chiarello 11/19/06
Thanksgiving Recipes v2.0 ~ Deja Vu 11/18/06
Thanksgiving Recipes v1.0 ~ Williams-Sonoma 11/17/06

And this year, I'm back in San Francisco cooking with my Paris flatmates, my absolutely favorite thing to do in the whole world. Here's the menu below... Whether it actually ends up being this will be wholely determined by home much champagne we consume while cooking and if certain people went out the night before and decided to clean the over at 4am...but I digress... We decided on a capon since I torqued the turkey last year. Cross your fingers and toes and wings and thighs for me!

thanksgiving 2008
chez john et pierre
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rose champagne
smoked salmon on brioche with lemon creme fraiche
toasts with arugula, proscuitto, chevre
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burgundy pinot noir
chapon stuffed with foie gras, sauteed trumpet mushrooms, cognac
cornbread stuffing with dried cranberries, apricots
roasted asparagus sliced fennel, beets, oranges with a raspberry vinaigrette
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sauterne (or maybe back to champagne?)
pears poached in red wine on creme anglaise drizzled with chocolate

Bon appetit! L

Heureux Mercis Donnant ~ Happy Thanksgiving!

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May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Thursday, 26 April 2007

National Indie Excellence 2007 Book Awards Finalist!!!


I was stunned to see an email in my inbox that read: "You are an Indie Excellence Book Award Finalist!" Spam most likely was my first thought. Then....yikes! Moi? My humble little livre (book), My Keyboard for a Cutting Board ~ Adventures in a French Kitchen v1.0, made it to the finals! Oooh la la! Never mind I lost out to the Junior Leaguers.... "I'm just happy to be nominated", to quote Susan Lucci. Click here to see the press release and listing of finalists and winners.

And for more information on my book, click here.

Saturday, 14 April 2007

Spring in Paris!

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Hi Everyone! Thank you all for being so patient with me the past few months. I had emergency surgery so have been out of touch for a while but am recovering well, in spite of a setback here and there, but I promise I will get y'all up to speed on the past few months.

It is absolutely GLORIOUS here in Paris. I don't remember a spring this spectacular in the past 3 years. Today it was 80F degrees and each day has been more beautiful than the last. The entire city is a-bloom, an exploding rainbow of petals and leaves and everyone is outside soaking up, embracing, clutching the sunshine. This picture of Notre Dame I took on Easter Sunday walking home along the Seine after Easter mass at the American Cathedral. It was one of those days that makes you glad to be alive.

Happy Spring! :)

Friday, 16 March 2007

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Sonoma Valley

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This is one place I don't mind getting lost! Every turn you take is more beautiful than the next with the cherry trees in full bloom and brilliant sun searing the sky azure blue. (Click on the picture to enlarge it.)

Apologies for being so very lame in posting. I have taken a lot of pictures so will post when I can come up for air. Off to LA tomorrow, then back to Paris on Tuesday. Whew!

Sunday, 18 February 2007

San Francisco, Open your Golden Gate...

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San Francisco, Bay Bridge, Treasure Island, and the East Bay

I know, I know, I'm sorry! I promised that I wouldn't post any more photos from planes, trains and automobiles but I couldn't resist this one. Click on it to make it bigger. As we were coming in to land, the pilot tilted the wings and announced "Welcome to San Francisco." The whole plane gasped. It was such a sudden and stunning view - couldn't ask for a better welcome!

Saturday, 17 February 2007

Dorie Greenspan ~ Live and Online in Paris

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Some of my most treasured memories in Paris are of time spent over a chocolate chaud or a vin chaud or an impromptu walk around the 6th with Dorie Greenspan. She knows everyone. Really. Everyone. It's amazing. And very fun. I try to stay in her wake, hoping some of her magical fairy dust will float back onto me. She tells me stories after stories after stories of the richest, most delightful experiences, experiences with some of the industry luminaries. Over a delicious lunch at Le Comptoir this week, Dorie shared more of her fascinating life with me. I can't begin to convey them with the humor and joy that she did but I hope they at least bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart as they did to mine. Click here to read the whole story...

Tuesday, 13 February 2007

La Fete des Amoureux ~ Valentine's Day

Love is nothing short of a national sport here in France and the French claim to celebrate it every day of the year, not just on February 14th. It is more beloved than soccer or philosophical debate, though love plays heavily into both. All store fronts are bedecked with Valentine's decorations but regardless of the time of year, people are always kissing.

Sometimes it's charming, like a couple I spotted smooching after a long lunch at the Palais Royal; other times you want to hurl, like when the couple in line in front of you at the post office are slobbering on each other so much so you feel like you are in the front row of the dolphin show at Marine World. Anyways, back to Valentine's Day... This year I got a tad carried away with the heart-red-love theme. Click here for more on this celebration of love...

Thursday, 08 February 2007

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Par La Fenêtre de Michel Cluizel

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I met a friend today for lunch at a small sushi place off Rue St. Honore called Foujita (7 rue de 29 juillet, 75001, 01 49 26 07 70). The sushi was fabulous, the place was packed, and the service was about as rude as it gets. So rude it became funny. And on the way back to the metro I walked past Michel Cluizel's chocolaterie. It took every ounce not to run in and roll around in this a la Alfred Molina in Chocolat. Enjoy....!

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Wednesday, 07 February 2007

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Police on Rollerblades


Policemen on Rollerblades in front of l'Opera, Paris ~ February 2007

Can't outmaneuver these guys! And given the traffic jams and transportation strikes in Paris, this is probably faster than the metro. Maybe it's time to dust off my big purple pair that I used for all of a week back in 1994 when I was determined to make those Friday Night Rides across San Francisco that were so hugely popular back then. Determined that is, until I fell directly on my tailbone (less padding than now) right in front of the Chestnut Street morning express bus headed downtown filled with handsome men in double-breasted suits and wingtips. The searing pain was outmatched only by the sheer embarassment made doubly so because I fell trying to do a fancy little jump turn onto the sidewalk in front of above mentioned bus. That'll teach me to try to show off!

Monday, 05 February 2007

Cocktails and Art at enviedart

I flew in last Thursday afternoon - with a few hours of deep REMs thanks to Ambien under my belt to get me through the night - headed home, showered, changed, and was in a cab within an hour careening to a cocktail party at enviedart, a tres chic, hip, hyper (pronounced: ee-per) cool art gallery in the 8th. Featuring all young and upcoming artists, it was a great place to have a reception rather than the staid, and now Michelin-spanked, George V. A local restaurant and favorite of the fashion houses, Lemoni Cafe, catered all natural, organic brightly colored combinations of sweet and savory in cute little plastic cups for an almost Pierre Herme-ish effect. I was waiting for someone to set their cocktail on the small table top canvases or knock over a statue but nary a spill... Here are some pics...

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Friday, 02 February 2007

Planes, Trains and Automobiles....


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Thank you for all your notes wondering where in the world (literally!) I was the past few weeks. Well planes, trains, and automobiles just about sums it up. I flew to San Francisco a few days after returning from Dayton and I just returned to Paris yesterday. I thought I'd spare you the pictures of the very bad airplane food (even in business class!) but here are a few more pictures of clouds, mountains and lakes. Last ones, I promise! :)

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Wednesday, 17 January 2007

Kendall's Famous Bar-B-Que Chicken Pineapple Cheese Pizza

Kendall made this often in Paris so when I visited her this past weekend, my first request was, of course, for her famously delish pizza. It's the little things in life....

Tuesday, 16 January 2007

Sunset over Dulles Airport, Terminal C

I'd prefer that view from a beach but trying to appreciate the little things in life, regardless of my vantage point....

God Bless America

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Dayton Airport ~ January 2007

Monday, 15 January 2007

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Lollipops

Candy at The Crackerbarrel, Dayton, Ohio ~ January 2007

Sunday, 07 January 2007

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Sunrise in the Loire Valley

Sunrise in the Loire Valley at Moulin Brégeon, Linièrs-Bouton ~ January 2007

Saturday, 06 January 2007

Bonne Année 2007 de Paris!

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pork loin stuffed with dried apricots and cranberries in Sauterne and tied (not very well) with dental floss...

No culinary disasters to speak of occurred this holiday however it was not without its hair-raising, stress-inducing, blood-vessel-bursting, screaming-for-wine moments. Bare with me here....

Freak-out #1: 4:30pm Start cooking for 11 people who are arriving at 8:00pm. Yes, start. Luckily, we had already shopped...well sort of. Two more people joined the festivities at the last minute so that morning I ran to the market for more veggies, to Pascal the baker for the baguettes and brioche, and to my blue-eyed butcher Serge for another pork loin. We were all tres jetlagged so an afternoon nap was a must to get through the night. I re-woke up around 4:15pm, and began chopping and blanching and peeling and melting and whisking and grating like a mad woman.

Pierre arrived back around 6pm and I immediately started barking orders. "Toast the brioche, juice and zest the lemon, mix the blue cheese, assemble the endive, help me tie up the pork, turn off the carrots, make the potatoes, oh and by the way we are out of olive oil, butter and Roquefort and it’s Sunday night and no stores are open. AAAAAK!" Click here to read how we ate our way into the in the new year....

Friday, 05 January 2007

Epiphany & Gallettes des Rois

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Epiphany is tomorrow but tomorrow is my day to post at KQED's Bay Area Bites so I thought I'd post this a day early. It is actually a repeat from two years ago. Sorry, I'm still jetlagged :) Click here to have a delicious epiphany...

Monday, 01 January 2007

A Perfect Day for a Fire

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Cold, rainy, blustery outside. Warm, cozy, crackling fire inside. A perfectly lazy day.

Sunday, 31 December 2006

Happy New Year! Bonne Année!


12 bottles of Champagne + 8 bottles of Bordeaux + 2 bottles Sauterne = 1 Happy New Year :)

Friday, 29 December 2006

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Sunrise over France at 30,000 feet

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Thursday, 28 December 2006

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Seat 6A from Chicago to Paris

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United is such a tease. They love to set these ridiculously short connection times just to get the ol' blood pressure skyrocketing. Landing in Chicago about the time my connection was boarding, I raced from terminal B to terminal C just in time to jump in at the end of the line. I handed the gentleman my boarding pass. He slid it into the machine and I heard a buzz. Not a good buzz. A tv game show you-just-lost-a-million-dollars bad answer buzz. A buzz warning of something wrong that is going to take a while to fix and visions of already jam-packed overhead storage ran through my mind. Damn! What now!? Then the gentleman smiled, ripped up my boarding pass, handed me a new one and said "Merry Christmas!" Completely confused I looked down at the boarding pass. Seat 6a. SEAT 6A! Business class!!! Free upgrade! YEAH! I did my little happy dance and bolted up the tunnel.

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La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Seat 1D from San Francisco to Chicago


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For the first time that I can recall, everything went smoothly. No lost laptops, no missed conections, no leopard spotted undergarments flying out of my carry-on at security, no circling over Wisconsin, no lost luggage, no stolen items from luggage, no bursting into tears at customer service, no running out of fuel, no confiscating of mascara, no freezing next to the emergency exit, no cranky flight attendents. Plus... I was upgraded to (begin to) make up for all of the above happening to me on my last flight back to Paris. Amen and pass the complementary cocktail!

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Tuesday, 26 December 2006

La Vue de Ma Fenêtre ~ Christmas Lights in Larkspur

Monday, 25 December 2006

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, 24 December 2006

Joyeux Noel de Paris!

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Saturday, 23 December 2006

Get Down at Sweet Lowdown

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On my last trip back to San Francisco for Thanksgiving, I made a brief detour through Atlanta for the opening of the latest, hottest, hippest joint in town. One of the owners is a former co-worker from a Very Large Software Company just down the road off 101. Not realizing that it takes the same amount of time to fly from Frankfurt to Atlanta as it does to fly from Frankfurt to San Francisco, I arrived in Atlanta bleary-eyed and exhausted but no rest for the weary. A quick stop at the drug store to replace my confiscated mascara and face lotion (I love flying!), a quick change at the hotel, and it was off to opening night. Click here to get down at the Lowdown....

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Friday, 22 December 2006

The Wildest Christmas Dinner

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This is a repeat from last year but it is also one of the funniest things I have ever read. I don’t know if it’s true but who could make this stuff up!? Enjoy.... Laura

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This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinner. It won first prize.

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. "Love Dolls" come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.

"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on, Granny, hang on!"

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.

The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. And Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies.

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