Schedules, Mess-Ups, and A Stroll By Parisian Statues

Schedules, Mess-Ups, and A Stroll By Parisian Statues

Happy Friday, luvs! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m not feeling so well today, so I’m dressing cozily in sweater and jeans, keeping myself warm with lots of herbal tea, and looking forward to a weekend of resting and reading a jolly good book I found at a thrift store.

Last night I wrote a Master List of all the projects I’m working on and responsible for and realized with certainty that I am a nincompoop. Here I’ve been patting myself on the back for getting better at saying no, but one look at this list made me wonder if there was ANYTHING I’ve said no to! Heavens. No wonder I’m tired! ๐Ÿ™‚

So I’ve taken my schedule in hand and am fine tuning it, organizing things by importance and assigning times to get them done. I feel better already. Important things first. Isn’t it amazing how that one little practice makes everything easier?

Once again I am slowing down, evaluating the mantras in my head that make me feel I’m not good enough unless I’m working like a whirling dervish. I don’t want to feel this incessant need to prove myself worthy of respect or love. I AM worthy of those things. So are you. Today I’m going to bask in that knowledge and let go, again, of these ridiculous expectations.

This week I’ve started adding beautiful things into my life that yank me out of work mode and help me settle.

  1. Reading back issues of Victoria magazine for a few minutes before work. This never, ever fails to cheer, calm and inspire me.
  2. Looking out the window whilst sipping a cup of tea.
  3. Going for 15 minute walks on my breaks at work. How good it feels to amble through town, crunching fallen leaves, enjoying all the fall decorations on the darling houses that fill the Dutch town where I live.

Do you ever struggle with this sort of thing? How do you bring yourself back from feeling your value is in what you do rather than who you are? Do you have little mantras that help you think rightly? I’d sure love to hear them. ๐Ÿ™‚

I hope you have a GORGEOUS weekend, dear ones! A big hug to you across the miles and a reminder that you are worthy of much love, respect and kindness simply because you’re you. ๐Ÿ™‚

That Fabulous Paris Dinner

That Fabulous Paris Dinner

So last week as I rambled on about Versailles and the amazing desserts we had, I promised I would tell you about The Dinner. ๐Ÿ™‚ The time has come! But first I must back up a bit, to my first night in Paris on that trip to visit my brother, Ryan.

It being a fine evening we decided to walk to dinner so off we went, striding along cobbled streets, weaving in and out of fellow diners wending their way to favorite spots. Suddenly we felt a few rain drops on our faces and within seconds it was a torrential downpour!!! Rain dumped from the heavens while a wild wind hurled rain drops straight at us! It was hilarious! Our best efforts at making ourselves beautiful for dinner were dashed and I laughed and Ryan didn’t as we huddled under a teensy overhang that did little to protect us from the elements. Then Ry spotted a phone booth and we scurried over to it just as the sky opened up wider and it REALLY started pouring. Rivers of water gushed down streets that had been bone dry only moments before, lightening flashed and I laughed delightedly as Ry shook his head in amusement at his loony sister. ๐Ÿ™‚

Then suddenly it was over. People emerged from doorways and continued on their way as if that crazy storm had never happened. ๐Ÿ™‚ We arrived at Aux Crus de Bourgogne looking rather the worse for wear, but were greeted warmly and had a good laugh at our adventure. ๐Ÿ™‚

This restaurant is one of Ryan’s favorites. It is just around the corner from his apartment and he eats there at least 2 or 3 times a week. The staff all know him by name and positively beam with delight when we enter. As soon as they know I’m his sister, I’m greeted with a flurry of kisses from perfect strangers and treated like an old family friend.

We had such a great evening! We ate with a couple of Ry’s coworkers, Pat, a hilarious Canadian and Bertrand, a suave Frenchman who is married but, as Ry put it, “he’s never let that stop him.” ๐Ÿ˜‰ We had a great time. The food was delicious and, thanks to the highly amusing Pat (and Ryan, per usual :-)), conversation was a delight. ๐Ÿ™‚

We started out with wine, a delicious red, followed by foie gras (a silky smooth bit of heaven!) spread on toast, crudites (including the most gorgeous little radishes!) dipped in grey salt, and various thinly sliced sausages.

For the main course I had beef bourguignon with mashed potatoes in honor of Julia Childs – absolute PERFECTION!! I’ve never tasted anything like it. The beef was fork tender, the sauce rich and dense with the flavors of caramelized vegetables and red wine.

Pat had roast rooster and Ry and Bertrand had beautiful fresh fish deboned and lightly breaded. Three bottles of wine later, we added dessert: divine chocolate mousse and cherries in brandy – unbelievably good! Then Bertrand decided we all needed to have a glass of Calvados and a round of prune liqueur. Bliss. ๐Ÿ™‚

cafe paris black and white

And this is why, after our wonderful, wearying day at Versailles, we simply had to return to this little place of comfort and culinary delights.

We were greeted with handshakes and kisses and shown to our usual table. ๐Ÿ™‚ Isn’t it marvy to have a โ€œusual tableโ€in Paris? ๐Ÿ™‚ We had a splendid time. Our hosts gave us complimentary glasses of chilled white wine then brought our starters: crudites (arugula, frisee, radishes, avocado and boiled egg with house dressing), a platter of wafer thin ham, small bowl of cornichons and a basket of bread. I had every intention of ordering something new, but as soon as I remembered the bouef bourguignon I HAD to have it again. ๐Ÿ™‚

Amy ordered the salmon topped with fleur de sel and accompanied by simple noodles, and Ry had filet of beef with mashed potatoes and haricots vert. A lovely red wine and three desserts later, we were ready for bed. Home we went, checking out the latest Paris fashions in the brightly lit windows as we passed.

Julia Child’s Beef Bourguignon
(Adapted from Mastering the Art of French Cooking)

Ingredients:

One 6-ounce piece of chunk bacon
3 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
3 pounds lean stewing beef, cut into 2-inch cubes
1 carrot, sliced
1 onion, sliced
Salt and pepper
2 tablespoons flour
3 cups red wine, young and full-bodied (like Beaujolais, Cotes du Rhone or Burgundy)
2 1/2 to 3 1/2 cups brown beef stock
1 tablespoon tomato paste
2 cloves mashed garlic
1/2 teaspoon thyme
A crumbled bay leaf
18 to 24 white onions, small
3 1/2 tablespoons butter
Herb bouquet (4 parsley sprigs, one-half bay leaf, one-quarter teaspoon thyme, tied in cheesecloth)
1 pound mushrooms, fresh and quartered

Directions

Remove bacon rind and cut into lardons (sticks 1/4-inch thick and 1 1/2 inches long). Simmer rind and lardons for 10 minutes in 1 1/2 quarts water. Drain and dry.
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Sautรฉ lardons in 1 tablespoon of the olive oil in a flameproof casserole over moderate heat for 2 to 3 minutes to brown lightly. Remove to a side dish with a slotted spoon.
Dry beef in paper towels; it will not brown if it is damp. Heat fat in casserole until almost smoking. Add beef, a few pieces at a time, and sautรฉ until nicely browned on all sides. Add it to the lardons.
In the same fat, brown the sliced vegetables. Pour out the excess fat.
Return the beef and bacon to the casserole and toss with 1/2 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper.
Then sprinkle on the flour and toss again to coat the beef lightly. Set casserole uncovered in middle position of preheated oven for 4 minutes.
Toss the meat again and return to oven for 4 minutes (this browns the flour and coves the meat with a light crust).
Remove casserole and turn oven down to 325 degrees.
Stir in wine and 2 to 3 cups stock, just enough so that the meat is barely covered.
Add the tomato paste, garlic, herbs and bacon rind. Bring to a simmer on top of the stove.
Cover casserole and set in lower third of oven. Regulate heat so that liquid simmers very slowly for 3 to 4 hours. The meat is done when a fork pierces it easily.
While the beef is cooking, prepare the onions and mushrooms.
Heat 1 1/2 tablespoons butter with one and one-half tablespoons of the oil until bubbling in a skillet.
Add onions and sautรฉ over moderate heat for about 10 minutes, rolling them so they will brown as evenly as possible. Be careful not to break their skins. You cannot expect them to brown uniformly.
Add 1/2 cup of the stock, salt and pepper to taste and the herb bouquet.
Cover and simmer slowly for 40 to 50 minutes until the onions are perfectly tender but hold their shape, and the liquid has evaporated. Remove herb bouquet and set onions aside.
Wipe out skillet and heat remaining oil and butter over high heat. As soon as you see butter has begun to subside, indicating it is hot enough, add mushrooms.
Toss and shake pan for 4 to 5 minutes. As soon as they have begun to brown lightly, remove from heat.
When the meat is tender, pour the contents of the casserole into a sieve set over a saucepan.
Wash out the casserole and return the beef and lardons to it. Distribute the cooked onions and mushrooms on top.
Skim fat off sauce in saucepan. Simmer sauce for a minute or 2, skimming off additional fat as it rises. You should have about 2 1/2 cups of sauce thick enough to coat a spoon lightly.
If too thin, boil it down rapidly. If too thick, mix in a few tablespoons stock. Taste carefully for seasoning.
Pour sauce over meat and vegetables. Cover and simmer 2 to 3 minutes, basting the meat and vegetables with the sauce several times.
Serve in casserole, or arrange stew on a platter surrounded with potatoes, noodles or rice, and decorated with parsley.

Versailles Decadence

Versailles Decadence

My brothers are good for many things: teaching me how to shoot a gun, making me laugh until I am clutching my stomach in pain, and (in Ry’s case) providing an exquisite meal in Paris for two very weary girls after a 12-hour walking marathon of Versailles with only a few nibbles and two bottles of water to sustain us.

Amy and I started out bright and early that October morning, the air crisp and cool as we crossed the Seine and headed to the train station.

We arrived in Versailles in the full glow of morning sunshine, walking along the tree-lined drive towards the Chateau. The gold-plated gates were blinding and it was all we could do to keep our eyes open for a quick picture.

After a lengthy fiasco attempting to track down our reserved tickets, we joined the hordes roaming the Chateau. I feel at a loss to adequately describe the soaring ceilings, enormous chandeliers dripping with crystals, mirrored hallways large enough to hold balls, beds with canopies right up to the ceiling topped with ostrich feathers, lush fabrics, carved furniture, fine paintings, inlaid floors, rich curtains tied back with tassels in candy colors, delicate porcelain, molding like fine embroidery, and gold, gold, gold everywhere we looked.

versailles gold

I was staggered to learn the King had 200 courtiers watch him wake up and go to bed, EVERY SINGLE DAY. I can’t imagine. I know there are perks to being royalty, but I can’t fathom a life with nary a moment of privacy ever. Just the thought made me want to duck into a side room for some alone time.

versailles opulence

Everything was exquisite, but after a while it got too much, my eyes just couldn’t take in anymore, and it was a relief to escape to the gardens with soothing stretches of lawn punctuated by topiary, statuary and flower beds overflowing with the last of summer’s glory.

We ambled down the wide steps to the Grand Canal and up cobbled boulevards to the Grand and Petit Trianon. It was a gorgeous walk with stunning vistas of woods and water at every turn. The buildings were beautiful, but on a less opulent scale than the Chateau, changing from a frenzy of gold and crystal to white molded woodwork with lush tassels to simple stonework and subdued tones.

In fact, the farther we got into the property the more simplistic the domiciles became. Suddenly we caught our breath as over the rise of a hill we saw the Queen’s Hamlet, a rustic village built for Marie Antoinette where she could go to play milkmaid. The village instantly became my favorite place, a fairytale setting on the edge of a lake.

versailles farm

A stone bridge crossed a stream, geometrically laid out gardens were filled with cabbages and squash, lovely pumpkins in orange, dark green and pale cream. The cottages were festooned with pots of cheery geraniums and dripped with climbing vines in gorgeous shades of red. Vine-covered arbors led outside the village, and entering one we discovered the whole thing was a grape vine! The sun glowed through the green leaves and the dusty purple globes begged to be tasted. I obliged. ๐Ÿ™‚

I could quite happily have lived there. It was so peaceful, so carefree, and I felt an ache inside as I thought of Marie, only 13 when she was betrothed to a man she’d never met, yanked from her beloved Austria and plunked down into the French court far from everything and everyone she loved. No wonder she adored her little hamlet so much. It truly is escapism at its best.

By the end of the day Amy and I were hobbling like old women, so stiff and sore from lugging cameras and bags and water bottles over acres of marble floors and cobbled walkways. Ryan met us at his apartment then led us to his favorite Paris restaurant where we were greeted warmly with handshakes and Frenchy kisses.

Sinking into our seats we settled in for a wondrous meal (which I will tell you about another day). The wine relaxed our aching muscles and soon our groanings were forgotten as we laughed and swapped tales about our day.

After that amazing meal (and I can’t wait to tell you about it!) our lovely waitress forced dessert upon us, not once, but THRICE! How could we say no to chocolate mousse made by her very own hands? Or to pear clafouti made from pears grown in her own backyard? And honestly, could we offend her by declining a shimmering goblet full of brandied cherries? I think not!

Hours later, sated in body and spirit, we strolled home and fell fast asleep. Good night, Versailles.

 

Almond Pear Clafouti
(From Epicurious)

Ingredients:

4 firm-ripe pears, peeled, cored, and sliced
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
3/4 cup sliced blanched almonds
3/4 cup milk
1 stick (1/2 cup) unsalted butter, melted and cooled
3 large eggs, beaten lightly
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon almond extract (preferably pure)*
3/4 cup self-rising cake flour
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 400ยฐF. and butter a 10-by 2-inch round (1-quart capacity) baking dish. In the dish toss the pears gently with the lemon juice and spread them evenly in the dish.
In a blender grind fine 1/2 cup of the almonds, add the milk, 6 tablespoons of the butter, the eggs, the vanilla, and the almond extract, and blend the mixture until it is smooth.
In a bowl whisk together the flour, 1/2 cup of the sugar, and a pinch of salt and stir in the milk mixture, stirring until the batter is combined well.
Pour the batter over the pears, drizzle it with the remaining 2 tablespoons butter, and sprinkle it with the remaining 2 tablespoons sugar and remaining 1/4 cup almonds.
Bake the clafouti in the middle of the oven for 40 minutes, or until it is golden brown, and let it cool on a rack for 15 minutes. Serve the clafouti warm.

A Bite of Aspic

A Bite of Aspic

I first spotted Art in an airport lounge in Seattle where I sat waiting to catch my flight home. He was dapper as can be with a tweed fedora, fitted leather jacket over a black turtleneck, wool trousers, snazzy leather shoes, and carrying a saxophone case. I was delighted and thought to myself, “If I was an elderly black man, I’d want to look just like him!”

To my surprise we were seated next to each other on the flight home and when he pulled out a travelogue book set in France, I had the sneaking feeling that he might, just might be a kindred spirit.

I took a deep breath, said hello and before we knew it we were nattering away like old friends. We talked of food and travel, music and books, family and friends, all the things that make life so beautiful. When we parted at the airport he gave me his business card and told me to keep in touch, and I went home pleased as punch to have a new friend.

A few emails later, Art invited me to have dinner with him and his fabulous wife, Donna. I was given the choice of dinner at a Mexican restaurant, a simple French dinner at home, or a full-blown 5-course French dinner. Was there any question? A date was set and on that auspicious day, over an amazing array of culinary delights, a friendship was forged that has swelled to include my siblings, parents and friends. Art and Donna are like family.

dinner party

Nowadays we get together every couple of weeks for dinner at someone’s house, starting the evening off with a round of hugs and a round of drinks, usually a fine white wine or a lovely apple schnapps.

Not long ago Art and Donna had some of us over for dinner. We sipped our cognac and visited jovially around the table while Art presented us with a beautiful tomato aspic garnished with edible flowers.

Filling our glasses with red wine, he then set a gorgeous cruditรฉs platter laden with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, thinly sliced cucumber, celery spears, boiled eggs, stuffed olives and shrimp on a bed of red leaf lettuce. Delicious.

This was followed by roasted peppers, onions and zucchini, cool and bright cucumber salad and a wonderful homemade lasagna.
As always, we ended our evening together cozy on couches in the living room watching British murder mysteries. :-)I’m so glad I said hello that day on the airplane. ๐Ÿ™‚

Tomato Aspic
(From The Joy of Cooking)
3 1/2 cups tomatoes
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp paprika
1 1/2 tsp sugar
2 Tbsp lemon juice
3 Tbsp chopped onion
1 bay leaf
4 ribs celery, with leaves
1 tsp dried basil or tarragon
2 Tbsp gelatin
1/2 cup cold water
Combine everything but gelatin and water in saucepan, bring to boil and simmer for 30 minutes. Strain out solids.
Soak gelatin in water then dissolve in hot, strained juice. Add water to make four cups of liquid. Pour into mold and chill until set. Garnish with edible flowers. Serves 8.
Parisian Hot Chocolate

Parisian Hot Chocolate

An icy wind is rattling my window this morning, ready to blast me in the face and toss my hair frantically the moment I step out the door.

It reminds me a of a particularly cold, blustery day in Paris when all I wanted was a cup of something warm to wrap my fingers around.

Paris Billboard

I chose a marvelous quiche chock full of spinach, cheese and roasted chicken, and a piping hot cup of chocolat chaud โ€“ real hot chocolate with melted chocolate and foamy steamed milk. Delectable on such a cold morning. Amy found a marvy looking sandwich โ€“ smoked salmon, cream cheese and thinly sliced cucumber on a fresh baguette โ€“ and a hot cup of tea with milk. We found the perfect perch on wooden bar stools overlooking the street and had our morning dose of people-watching while we visited away and made plans for the day.

French quiche

Parisian hot chocolate is so different than the lovely little packets of powder and petrified marshmallows we dump into styrofoam cups over here. Those packets are splendid in their own way. Many a camping trip, ski outing and caroling jaunt has been made bearable and delightful by their presence.

Parisian hot chocolate is made with real, dark chocolate, chopped into tiny bits that melt easily into the hot milk. It is served unsweetened and I like that. The steaming beverage is pure chocolatey, milky goodness accompanied by narrow little red envelopes of sugar for each person to sweeten to taste.

Once fortified and warmed by our bevvies and food, Amy and I bundled up again and walked to the Palais Royale to relive scenes from our beloved Audrey Hepburn movie, Charade.

Palais Royale

They even had a little black dress exhibition!

Paris black dressesI have a stack of dark chocolate I’ve been hoarding in my pantry. This afternoon I’ll be chopping, stirring and sipping while I dream of Paris.
Scharffen Berger Dark Chocolate

Hot Chocolate

Ingredients:

6 ounces bittersweet chocolate, coarsely chopped
1 1/2 cups boiling water
1 1/2 cups half and half, cream, coconut milk, or milk

Directions:

  1. Place chocolate in a small saucepan.
  2. Pour boiling water over chocolate in a steady stream, stirring constantly until chocolate is melted and smooth.
  3. Add milk and stir until well-blended.
  4. Whisk continuously over medium heat, until hot. DO NOT LET BOIL or chocolate will become grainy.
  5. Serve immediately or cool then reheat when ready to serve.