Sumac-dusted jumbo lump crabcakes with caramelized shallot and orange juice reduction
Salt-grilled, shell-on jumbo shrimp with terrace thyme
Escarole and mandarin salad with pomegranate vinaigrette
Crepes with Grand Marnier and orange zest sauce, all aflame
Laurent Perrier Rose
(...and thinking very fondly of jvdh and arcadia, who ate their snoek and chips in Cape Town tonight, together. Lekker slaap, julle. Môre is nog 'n dag.)
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Terrace on New Year's Eve





You can do it.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Chicken steak

Chuck. Blade. Paleron. Flatiron steak. Chicken steak...so many names for this piece of beef from the shoulder.
Staring happily at the chicken steak in the display case at Dickson's Farmstand at the Chelsea Market, I asked the girl serving me where exactly on the shoulder it belongs, as I have no idea how to tell butchers in parts foreign what a chicken steak is. Ain't none of them heard of its French name, paleron.
I have only ever seen it at Los Paisanos on Smith Street in Brooklyn, and I always use it for boeuf bourgignon; at least, ever since I ate it at Les Halles, for Anthony Bourdain's 50th birthday party.
In case you're wondering, it was not a very exclusive affair. The place was jammed solid with upright people, cradling bowls of the boeuf, which was served en masse with impeccable frites. I had his then-editor, Mr Gianopoulous to thank for the invitation (thanks again, Mr G). Surprisingly, it was the best boeuf bourgignon I had ever eaten, and as soon as the Les Halles Cookbook was in my hands, and I had read the recipe, that boeuf was my boeuf - except I still use bacon, which he does not - recipe here, at 66 Square Feet (the Food) and a lot more red wine. Point is, Mr Bourdain specified chicken steak. And that makes all the difference.
So...when I told the friendly Dickson's girl that it's what I use for boeuf bourgignon, she said, very brightly, Oh no, that's a waste of chicken steak, you should use chuck!
Um. This was confusing. I thought it was a type of chuck.
I have eaten that same recipe made with plain old "chuck," cooked by the same Mr G's then-girlfriend, when we were still on speaking terms, before she wrote The Book. Though tenderish, it still had that stringy, chucky feel. Chicken steak, on the other hand, with its distinctive central seam of fat around a tender cartilage, dissolves in your mouth.
"A waste of chicken steak?" I don't think so. That boeuf is divine.
The problem for Web surfers and cooks is that the definition of chuck is very broad. There is chuck and there is chuck. There could be good chuck and bad chuck. But chicken steak is chuck. All from the shoulder of the beef. But the Dicksons girl couldn't tell me where, exactly.
In short: It it doesn't have that seam dividing the steak down the middle, it ain't chicken steak.
So. Anyone else have another name for this piece of meat? [See comments.]
Sausages and chowder


We ate them simply, with a heavily dilled potato salad and two mustards, and an Alsation Pinot Blanc from the Brooklyn Wine Exchange.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
The Adirondack, Montreal to NYC



















The Frenchie's (beautiful!) version is here. And here are some more reasons why I loved it.
The nephew

Yann, you are my favourite nephew!
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Friends and family,
Quebec
Monday, December 28, 2009
Home

Soon I'll post some more blurry train pictures, from another breathtakingly beautiful trip on The Adirondack from Montreal to New York. Aside from a grumpy, rude, unprofessional crew (quite the opposite, on the trip up), it was bliss. Wide seats, plenty of legroom, power outlets for computers at the seat, hot strong coffee from the thermos, the cafe car if you feel like spreading out, with a table between you, to eat your own picnic and drink your own wine, and the scenery, frame after frame of perfectly composed landscape. Farmland with brown furrows in the white expanse; mist lifting from trees; crows flying over dried yellow corn stalks; icicles clinging to lake-bound rocks; petrified trees in frozen lowland; cracked ice sheets; ice fisherpersons; broad rivers; massive lakes; ice flows; bald eagles. And no inkling - apart from the dreary wait at Customs - that it is all taking 11 hours.
It is a trip I recommend. And winter may be the best time to do it.
When I was home I thought I was ill with a dizziness that made me feel as though I lurched in the shower and jumped in our bed. Vince said, It's just train sickness. And it was. My body thought it was still riding the rails.
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Quebec
Early Christmas

In Beloeil it was decreed that we open our gifts early, and so we did. With four cats to help dispose of ribbons, it was a lot of fun.




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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Best of Cape Town, 2009
A narrow view, as these photographs are culled from two months in January and February...a couple from December 2008 may have sneaked in.
As usual, click on a picture on the slideshow to enlarge, then top left in the new window, on Slideshow, if you'd like larger images and captions.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Beloeil, the 'hood

I have met my salad match in Germaine, Vince's mom. She likes salad even more than I do. If that's possible. So lunch is a huge green salad, with an egg, garlic and cider and olive oil dressing. We introduced a South African red found at a local store. Not very good, I'm afraid. The rest of this one went into a cranberry sauce for the Christmas Eve turkey. Also Boursault cheese, never found in New York.
After lunch, in some rare sunshine, a walk.









Thursday, December 24, 2009
Best of New York, 2009
Some of my favourite New York moments from this year.
Click on the slideshow for fullscreen pictures, though it seems not to give you the slideshow automatically...so once in the new window, click on Slideshow, top left.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Beloeil





I was impressed by the cold. They said the weather was quite mild.



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