Monthly Archives: April 2012

BANDOL AND LAMB

This post may be a little late (Easter fell on the eve of our trip to the countryside), but I had to mention our Easter feast! Last year, Adam and I were inspired by Richard Olney’s woodfired lamb brochettes (crazy organ photos that really take me back here). For 2012, I wanted to stick with the lamb theme, but not skew so… experimental.

This year’s dinner was a spectacular group effort: I made a shaved fennel salad with fresh green chickpeas, fava beans, dill, and mint, as well as roasted fingerling potatoes, glazed carrots, and a plum tart; James brought a mouthwatering Bandol rosé (my favorite!), Brian made a bacon-avocado-quinoa salad (total dude food!), Chloe baked delicate date cakes, and Jessica hauled over the star of the night, two hulking lamb shoulders, which sous-vide cooked at Laloux overnight. She meant business  — and the leftovers were made into the perfect road trip sandwiches the next day, shredded and packed into a baguette with lots of Dijon mustard and leftover fennel.

A NEW KAIZEN

Like many people, I’ve never been to a Thomas Keller restaurant, but I often fantasize about his magical, creative food. I wonder what it would be like to be fed by his team, to eat the beautiful dishes that I have admired in books, magazines, and, of course, the internet. (Making his perfect carrot cake is a small consolation).

So I totally did a little dance when I heard that Canadian-born chef Noam Gedalof, fresh from the French Laundry kitchens, was the new executive chef at sushi spot Kaizen. The restaurant’s sommelier, Cassady Sniatowsky, invited us to try the newly-revamped menu, one that reflects both Gedalof’s time at French Laundry and the restaurant’s Japanese roots. The dinner was a spectacular, surprising explosion of texture and flavor. It was just the right amount of experimental — everything still felt really heartfelt, thoughtful, and measured. There were so many beautiful touches, likes a whisp of radish, clinging to the side of a bowl, or oyster leaves, dancing across the plate. The poetic details were really seductive. I can’t wait to go back!

A small scroll of uni, poised expectantly in a porcelain tureen, was presented alongside a tiny pitcher of murky broth.

As the pitcher slowly emptied its broth, I saw that the soup was shockingly opaque — gorgeous, like thick green paint.

The taste of this cold soup was surprising, too. I was expecting something heavy, but the soup was cool, delicate and light, channeling the ethereal, vegetal essence of nasturtium and urchin, garnished with edible nasturtium flower petals. It was an enthralling beginning.

Wafer-thin crackers, dusted in seaweed powder, were gone in moments. (I love eating crackers at restaurants).

Cassady made some killer wine selections, including this tremendous Jacques Selosse champagne — apparently one of the most sought-after champagnes in the world. I adore champagne, and this was the nicest one I’ve ever had, a lively biodynamic version that was full of mineral and citrusy notes, and bubbles that disappeared rapidly.

Quebec Snow Crab, Razor Clams, Radish, Fuji Apple, Scallion, Tatsoi and Daikon Sprouts, Cara Cara Orange, Navel Orange, Blood Orange

Adam has eaten this radish and apple salad at the restaurant before, and requested it again so that I would have a chance to try it. I’m so glad he did — the salad was an effortless blend of delicate, sweet, and bitter flavors. If only there was a setting on my mandoline to get my sliced radishes looking that translucent!

Even better were the tiny pearls of crisp apple nestled in the salad. I kept picturing the world’s smallest melon baller punching out these adorable shapes.

Oyster & Pickled Cucumber: Lebanese Cucumber, Kumamoto Oyster, Dill, Crème Fraiche, Oyster Leaf, Pea Tendrils, Bachelor’s Buttons

Appearance-wise, this cold oyster salad was my favorite of the night. I loved the dashes of creme fraiche, and the dancing forms of oyster leaves. Unfortunately the slices of pickle overwhelmed my palate. When it comes to oysters, I don’t like much interference.

The champagne long finished, Cassady pulled out a 2007 bottle of Domaine Roulot Les Luchet Meursault, one of my favorite regions in Burgundy. I was thrilled at how well this Japanese-inspired food went with our French wines.

Egg, Uni Sauce, chard, eryngii mushrooms

Urchin made another appearance, this time as a silken bed of puree, upon which a slow-cooked poached egg (six hours in a specially controlled warm water bath!), chunks of oryngii mushroom, and a swiss chard quenelle (genius!) were perched. As much as I love a properly cooked hard or soft boiled egg, I have yet to taste an egg with as smooth or uniform texture as the one I had at Kaizen. The yolk was so creamy and soft — almost like a fresh, slightly firm tofu.

I couldn’t resist swirling the components into a confetti-like mess. Unfortunately, I was so seduced by the next dish that I must have forgotten to take a photo, but imagine a tangled nest of soba noodles, glistening with butter, served with little neck clams, Isle Magdellan mussels, rice lettuce, and shirako, or deep-fried fish sperm. Oh yes. First time for everything! The sperm? Deliciously crisp and salty!

 Lobster, romaine, buttermilk vin, cauliflower, almond, carrot

For the final fish course we were presented with lobster two ways. My plate featured a “deconstructed lobster roll” (my words), with cold, poached lobster topped with thinly sliced carrots, cauliflower, romaine lettuce, and a delicious ranch-like buttermilk dressing. It was like the best Caesar salad ever.

Lobster, glazed sweetbread,braised salsify, crispy bone marrow, arugula

But it was Adam’s lobster, thickly glazed and paired with sweetbreads, braised salsify, and crispy bone marrow, that I really loved.

A dinner with Adam wouldn’t be complete without at least a few bottles of pinot noir. We adored this 1999 Domaine G. Roumiere Chambolle-Musigny.

Glazed terrine of foie gras, umeboshi glazed, pickled eggplant, turnip, beech, asian pear, mizuna

The final savory course was foie gras, presented two ways. I was served the chilled foie gras dish, plated with tiny mushrooms and pickled eggplant.

Sautéed foie gras, black garlic, roasted sunchoke, black trumpet, celery, almond

Adam’s foie gras dish, with its black trumpet mushrooms, roasted sunchokes and celery, was much more robust in appearance and flavor. Though both were memorable, I slightly preferred the heady, bitter flavors of the mizuna and radish in mine, which cut through the foie gras’ richness.

Thankfully, our dessert was simple — a fluffy chocolate souffle with an airy crumb — served with a beautiful Hungarian dessert wine.

For me, a visit to French Laundry is still a wild fantasy, but now I have something even better, a place right in Montreal that truly delivers boundless amounts of imagination, elegance, and surprise. Most tasting menus in Montreal leave me overwhelmed and uncomfortably full — endless iterations of venison, beef, foie gras, and cheese — but Adam and I sailed out of Kaizin feeling inspired and happy. I’m so excited to see what Noam will do next — I have a feeling he’ll make quite an impact on Montreal’s already-incredible food community.

SO PINK

Adam and I are back from our stay up north and I have all sorts of rad little mementos of our road trip (mostly food and wine!). I laughed when I realized that my new pretty placemats (handwoven by a grandmother on the south shore) and a big slab of peppered Kamouraska smoked trout are the very same shade of peachy pink. Pink’s my favorite color for a reason — it loves to sneak into my life in every conceivable way.

I bought a huge side of fresh trout, too, which I made for my concert with Katherine on Saturday night. I broiled it with a little olive oil until barely cooked through, and we ate big, flaky pieces topped lemon medallions and stalks of fresh dill alongside heaping sides of roasted asparagus risotto and a crispy chickpea and escarole salad.

The next morning, I tried the smoked trout, which tasted exactly right alongside steamed wild rice, sliced radishes and cucumbers, scallions, and a scrambled egg, all tossed up with a little rice wine vinegar, sesame oil, grated ginger, and tons of sriracha. My new vibe is to try to incorporate fish into as many breakfasts as possible — super delicious and leaves me feeling full forever.

RECCURRING CRAVING

The other afternoon, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about thick, tender ribbons of fettuccine, coated in a slick, peppery carbonara sauce, or translucent purses of ravioli, cradling mushrooms and chopped greens. I was gripped with another intense longing for pasta. Never one to deny myself a craving, I called up my friend Carlo, who owns a pasta maker, and we dove right in.

I’d say making pasta is equal parts tricky and simple — slightly tricky at the outset, then astonishingly easy all the way to the finish line. I decided to use Marcella Hazan’s fresh pasta recipe (she of the famous tomato-butter sauce!), which requires two cups of flour for every two eggs. Easy enough to remember. (While I used simple all-purpose flour, other recipes recommend dopio zero flour, which has a high protein content and is also great for pizzas).

The process, at the start, is a little fussy: build a small volcano, crack the eggs into a crater at the top, and gently, steadily, work the egg into the flour. (A little egg will run down the sides of your volcano like lava. No stress. I folded it back in and reshaped until combined). After it comes together into a shaggy ball of dough, knead like crazy for about five or six minutes until the glutens develop. The finished dough will be smooth, soft, pliable, and a beautiful pale yellow.

(At first, your pasta dough may be a little fussy and brittle, as you can see from Carlo’s first attempt! But after we ran his dough through the pasta press a few times, it turned surprisingly supple and soft. And I promise you can’t taste the difference!)

I was so happy with the fettuccine that we made. The wavy, marigold-colored ribbons, barely dusted with flour, was exactly what I had been fantasizing about earlier that afternoon. I didn’t want to distract from the perfection of the pasta, so the sauce was simple, just a few cups of halved cherry tomatoes, minced shallots, and chopped garlic, fried at high heat in a little bacon grease and olive oil until the tomatoes released their sweet, rose-colored liquid. I added a fat splash of white wine, and piled on chopped basil, parsley, shaved Pecorino, toasted pine nuts, and reserved bacon to finish. We made a big mess — flour everywhere! — but it was worth it. Think I may just invest in my own pasta maker!

DRESS UP

When you’re too lazy to properly cook, ordering delivery Portuguese chicken has got to be the easiest path to happiness ever. (Besides pizza). So simple to dress things up with a few salads, roast potatoes in duck fat, roasted red pepper puree, and last year’s frozen spring peas.

BOOK THOUGHTS

About to go on a road trip to Kamouraska with Adam! I always love packing lots of books to read (I just started this one by Mario Vargas Llosa) —  does anyone have any recommendations for rad vacation-worthy tomes??

 

TOOTHACHES

Holidays are always a fun time for me at the Dépanneur because I get to bust out my campiest baking. (Last year for Valentine’s Day I made “blue valentines”: heart-shaped sugar cookies covered with a blue glaze and a frowny face). For Easter, I made this carrot cake “bird’s nest,” a few fruit tarts, some chestnut turnovers, and my favorite — my own maple tart. It’s a Quebecois-inspired homage to Lindsey Shere’s infamous almond tart. I swap sugar for local maple syrup and Shere’s slivered almonds for chopped walnuts. The end result is super sweet, sticky and delicious. (Oh, and if anyone wants a foolproof carrot cake recipe, I swear by Thomas Keller’s, which uses cake flour and is crazy moist.)

HEALING VIBES

[Poster by Joshua Bastien; words by Katherine Kline]

In the spirit of Ostara, at the apex of spring, in celebration of renewal and fertility, and all things related to powerful and creative goddesses, and to new beginnings, and plants busting through soil, and ending hibernation, and drinking in light

My friend Katherine Kline and I present three artists on Saturday, April 14 who bend cosmic circuits and channel good vibes, straight up with no distortion. The concert will be held at the Depanneur Le Pick Up. (Concerts there are very, very cozy and awesome!)

Laura Crapo (aka Laura Borealis): Laura emerged from the creative cocoon of the preeminent era of Halifax rock music, (as photographer/videographer for Eric’s Trip, Thrush Hermit, Superfriendz, Sloan) and has meta-morphed into a solo musician reiki master who makes otherworldly folk music for folks of this world and others. Lovely, haunting.

Rhonda Sweder: Imagine Kate Bush morphing into Leadbelly, and then Diane Cluck and Julie Andrews rewriting the Sound of Music together with Ziggy Stardust playing Von Trapp. Imagine if Lilith Fair was curated by Dorothy Ashby and Kim Gordon! Deep and rich, soaring and evocative, songs for voice and guitar.

Catharine Allan: Catharine is a clairvoyant medium and astrologer, and she also practices healing with sound. Catharine will be playing a solfeggio tuning fork, accompanied by simple sung songs. The vibration of this tuning fork is for love, and repairing DNA.

8$  / Doors at 9:00  + fresh juice for sale, from the bounty of Mother Earth!

A SIMPLE TART

There are a handful of cookbook authors that speak to me — I know I’ve mentioned Nancy Silverton, Richard Olney, Elizabeth Schneider, Sam and Sam Clark, Marcella Hazan, Elizabeth David and a few others in this space — but it’s been a while since a title has had a truly profound effect. I first started thinking about David Tanis while Adam was doing research for a story on private restaurants (Tanis runs a 6-seat “restaurant” in his tiny apartment in Paris), and while I was familiar with his name — mostly in association with his past life as a chef at Chez Panisse, and more recently with his (outstanding) NYT lamb curry  — I had never opened one of his books.

A Platter of Figs is one of the best, happiest cookbooks that I’ve come across in a long time. The photos are lush and inspiring, and Tanis’ writing is honest, loving, and thoughtful. Plus! The recipes are organized by season and menu, an organizational technique I first admired in Olney’s The French Menu Cookbook.

When I first got hold of the volume, I was in the midst of planning the menu for Cool Fest. I started flipping through the book, and wound up reading the entire thing, front to cover. Right now I’m obsessed with his apple tart, which I made at Cool Fest, and continue to make at dinner parties and for work. It’s delicate, sweet, and crisp — think faux-puff pastry. I love it.

The recipe is so basic I already have it memorized — though you can find a proper writing-out of it here — and was so easy to execute I was able to make it at midnight at Cool Fest, half-drunk and exhausted. Not bad for a pastry recipe! Like the rest of his recipes, this fruit tart lacks fussiness or complexity, but the final product emerges with a richness and elegance that I really appreciate. Right now I’m loving his tart with a mixed fruit blend of plums, pears, and apples, and a big, fat spoonful of freshly whipped cream. It’s the perfect everyday tart.

MIDDAY RICE

I had all the ingredients for a simple fried rice (day-old rice, Thai basil, fresh eggs, cucumber, ginger and garlic), so I just went for it. The lunch came together in less than 8 minutes, and so, so good with a swirl of sriracha on top.