Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Paradise Found

Carol and I had a day together today and spent it wandering the old district of Montpellier and checking out the shops. To this point we have been disappointed with the restaurant food that France is famous for and have been sticking with the more affordable sandwich shops and patisseries. Our dissapointment stems from a lack of understanding of the proper "protocol" when dinning in France which is profoundly different than dinning in Canada. I recently read a book (From Here, You Can't See Paris) that educated me to the unwritten rules and regulations of the French restaurant. This afternoon, armed with this new knowledge, we agreed to give it another try with this little restaurant we found, tucked away in a small alley. The next two hours unfolded just like I've read about in all the literature about the French lunchtime routine.
The traditional restaurant only serves a fixed menu  that you can mix and match from the board. It is placed outside so one can see what is available today and how much it will cost. Once we agreed that this is where we'll dine, we mounted the stone steps and pushed open the old wooden door and stepped into our first real restaurant experience. There were about 80 people packed into a 350 square foot room, that was warm and noisy with all the lunch-time crowd making the most of their two and a half hour lunch break.

The waiter was was definitely not playing a subservient role and gave us the once over before deciding that we were worthy of patronizing his establishment. We were committing a major faux pas by arriving at 1300. It is expected that everyone arrives for lunch at noon and finishes around 1430 and the kitchen is run on this principal and can best plan the cooking and courses. With the kitchen in the middle of cooking and delivering the main course for 80 people at the time that we arrived, they now had to find the time to start over with the entree for us, which throws the routine of the kitchen into a wobble and annoys the cook. Despite this, the waiter found us a place out of the way at the bar were we could wait until a table opened. While we waited, we enjoyed a glass of red wine, snails in an incredible white wine sauce and an unsightly, but fantastic country cured ham laced with mold. Carol declined both, but I waded in...

The cramped bar, with the ham leg hanging and the espresso maker.

 After a 10 minute wait, we were shown to a table next to the door and our glasses refilled. We relaxed, knowing we would be here for awhile and took in the energetic and noisy atmosphere. Walking into a restaurant in France is like getting on a Ferry to cross a river; you have placed yourself in the care of the Captain (waiter) and you are his for the duration of the ride (meal). Unlike Canada, the role and manners of the waiter in France is more like a head nurse, where you will be well taken care of as long as you behave yourself and follow the proper protocol. We haven't figured out all the proper protocol yet, but it does involve respecting the waiter and staff.
The original document addressing the French people after the surrender of France.

The place was so packed that condensation was running down the window panes.
We had 30 minutes to settle in with our wine and then the entree arrived as per the proper protocol. I had the smoked salmon and Carol had the most incredible cream of  broccoli soup smothered in a layer of shredded emmindinger cheese.


The dishes were so full of flavour that after each bite you had to sit back and let your brain decipher each mouthful. A sip of wine to clear the pallet....pause.... and then another bite. At this rate it took another 30 minutes to work through the entree.
The main courses: fish in a cream sauce for me and beef for Carol.


The main courses are made up of what ever the cook can find available at the market and you can see that peas, potatoes, asparagus are all in for January. Judging from the size of the Rosemary branch, you can guess that there is no shortage of that at this time of year.
Macaroons!

After the main, there was a short pause and then the inevitable shot of expresso. After more than 2 hours, we gently extricated ourselves from this womb and staggered outside into the chilly, overcast afternoon feeling comfortably full and rested. I don't know how someone could return to an office and be expected to be productive at this point. All I wanted to do was find a quiet place and sleep for a few hours.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Every Girls Dream!



Being in France made the "what to get for Christmas" a little difficult, but after some thought we came up with every girls dream...at least our girls anyway!
They started pony lessons at La Bardette on the 4th of January.  I don't think I have seen either girls look so nervous ( OK first day of school exempt) when they first went with their instructor or so proud as when they walked by with their ponies in tow.


Blaire with her pony Boney

Kali brushing Pom Pom..Not the fastest pony out there!
Let's get started

Look at us...Pom Pom is the best!

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Why does my bum hurt so much?


Blaire got the rhythm of the trot pretty quick

Look at all that energy !

Kali after a little shaking by super speedy Pom Pom



I am ready...I am ready...I am cold....no I am ready!

Let's take this Pony up a notch...(stick)

Look out world here I come...I got this!

Whoa


Watch this...Here I go!


I totally belong here!


After a frosty morning on the ponies Kali and Blaire make their solo (duo) dash to the bakery.  
I Love a Small Town.


Thursday, January 26, 2012

Tom the snail

This snail is 7 cm that means that the snail is 7 yeas old. I think!
Blaire

Monday, January 2, 2012

Julia and Julia and Warren

I've perfected the elusive Cordon Bleu, so this morning I figured I'd tackle the holy grail of French Haute Cuisine and started researching Beef Bourguinon. Ever since Carol and I watched the Movie, "Julia and Julia", I've had a hankering for this hearty stew.http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/recipe/julia-childs-beef-bourguignon-8222804 

 After psyching myself up with the above posted link, I set off for the local Intermarche for the ingredients. For the most important ingredient, I found a great Cotes de Rhone red wine (3.20 euro) from just downstream of where Hannibal rafted his elephants across the Rhone river. The dish was originally a peasant dish before becoming a "haute cusine" as was evident with the really basic ingredients. Onions, wine, poor cuts of meat, mushrooms.....This should be no problem.


After sampling the wine to ensure it's quality, I printed out the recipe and started on the project. Everything was going according to plan until Carol showed up. At this point things quickly began to spiral out of control; "According to this recipe", she says after reading it, " we won't be eating until eleven o'clock tonight. What do we do about the kids?".
Damm, I think to myself, I should have read page two of the recipe....ok, just act cool. "Don't worry Baby, I've modified the recipe a little so we'll be eating at seven" I reply.
"What's that smell? Smells like vinegar."
"Just the wine cooking off Honey, why don't you take the kids with you and go grab a couple of Croquise down at the bakery." I suggest, looking to buy some time.
After she'd gone, I read page two and then page three of the recipe and began to grasp the magnitude of creating the perfect Beef   Bourguinon  and realized that it wasn't going to happen tonight. I would need to start around noon if we wanted to eat at a decent hour. There are several different elements that are cooked separately and then brought together at the end in one final dish. The separate processes are important to get the unique flavours that make the Beef  Bourguinon  the cornerstone of French cooking.




With a few modifications to Julia's recipe, I managed to create a pretty decent Beef  Bourguinon  after all and we were eating by seven-ten. Most importantly, I received the elusive "thumbs up" from both judges.
With some wine, time and practice, I'll perfect this dish, and then it's on to Coq au Vin.