Fell off the horse again?

So much for being back in the saddle!

A series of stumbles, mainly in the form of family calamities, has made it impossible for me to finish the task of posting stories from our visit to France last year.

And today, I am being admitted to hospital for the hip-replacement surgery I foreshadowed last month. Come Wednesday, I will begin my rehab program, including sleeping on my back for six weeks. Won’t that be fun?!

I hope to resume sitting at my posting post before the end of April.

Until then,
Rick Grounds

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A celebration of cows

Celebration
Collective noun
(1) A group of brightly-coloured cows, esp. in Normandy, France; said to be inspired by the Bounty of Bears in Berlin.

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Paris: Picasso pleases but there were problems in paradise

Last September, Maggie and I made our fourth, and probably last, visit to Paris. We had booked to stay in our favourite hotel in Le Marais district for four nights, sandwiched between our river cruise and our visit to First World War battlefields.

On our first evening, we chose to dine casually in our room, feasting on a selection of goodies from the some of the fine local shops. “Where is the wine?” my friends would ask. Well, I was still suffering from a bug I had picked up somewhere between Melbourne and Amsterdam, so our ‘aperitif’ was a spritz of orange juice and mineral water.

Eating rough: take-out food from a Parisian epicerie

Eating rough: take-out food from a Parisian epicerie

The next morning, we set off for the main objective of our time in Paris – a visit to Musee Picasso, located within a pleasant walking distance of our hotel.

This was something we had waited nearly seven years to accomplish. The museum was closed for renovations when we visited Paris in December 2009 and September 2011; and it was due to reopen a few months after our brief visit to Paris in April 2014.

The museum is home to a vast collection of works by Picasso, as well as works by some of his contemporaries that formed part of his estate. The collection is housed in a handsome building dating from the mid-17th century, which has been renovated twice in the 40 years since it was acquired by the City of Paris for this purpose. You can learn more about the history of the building and how the collection came to be in public hands here.

The following selection of our photos shows original elements of the exterior and interior of the museum building; examples of the highly detailed and excellent interpretive material accompanying the exhibited works of art; and a small selection of the exhibits.

Overall, it was one of the great art museum experiences of our six visits to Europe since 2008 and well worth the wait!

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We spent the balance of our time in Paris strolling around hitherto unexplored parts of Le Marais; shopping for Maggie’s favourite perfume, Fragonard; taking our wonderful day trip to Monet’s garden at Giverny; dining out locally, including a surprisingly stodgy dinner at Pramil, a restaurant at which we had dined very well on two previous occasions; and a sad visit to the Trocadero district, where we discovered that the prices at our favourite cafe had climbed very steeply since April 2014!

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The escalation in prices became a recurring theme of our visit. However, the greater sadness was a noticeable decline in the volume of the sound of people being oh so happy to be in Paris.

In the aftermath of the terrorist attacks, we had expected to come across a highly visible presence of armed police and soldiers. We saw little of that but, in a way, the flat ‘vibe’ was actually more alarming. We had read that there had been a 20% decline in the number of Americans visiting Paris; that would help to explain what we observed. Our hosts assured us that it was all business as usual but even they seemed a little subdued.

So, is fitting that I conclude this post with a grey image of the Eiffel Tower, devoid of the usual milling throng of tourists at its base.

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Au revoir Paris!
Rick Grounds

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Back in the saddle

A few weeks ago, I told my small body of regular readers that I would be taking an indefinite break from blogging. At the time, I had too many challenges in my life and I needed to devote more of my time and effort to tackling them. In some cases, the challenges were also eroding my desire to write.

This week, I am happy to report that some of those challenges have been resolved and I am ready to return to blogging, hence the three short cooking posts I published yesterday.

However, I am still struggling with two chronic problems.

The first is my left hip, which is afflicted with severe osteo-arthritis. Late last year, I went from finding it frustrating and, occasionally, very painful, to feeling miserable, with constant low-level pain, reduced functionality and tiredness, punctuated daily by several moments of sharp pain. However, there is light at the end of the tunnel. In just 26 sleeps I will be in an operating theatre having my hip replaced, followed by a period of rehab. (Bet you’re hoping I don’t share too much of that experience!?)

The other chronic problem is less amenable to a permanent solution. For more than 40 years I have suffered from depression. A prescription medicine and occasional psychotherapy help me to enjoy life most of the time, but I remain more vulnerable than most people to experiencing the blues. Happily, one of the main triggers for me going downhill has been resolved in the last couple of weeks, and that has helped to rekindle my enthusiasm for writing.

So, between now and going under the knife, I will try to publish some further posts about our travels in France last year. Beginning with our visit to Musee Picasso in Paris.

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Plum job puts some spice in our life

We had a ton of tomatoes, our neighbours had a surplus of satsumas. Plums that is. And they kindly shared the feast of fruit with their friends. Like us!

Normally, I would convert these fleshy, red plums into one of my plum cakes and stew the balance to have with muesli and yoghurt of a morning. However, this year’s supply was delivered when Maggie was in a mood to make savoury condiments, so she hit the internet to find a recipe or two for me to appraise.

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You can read the one we decided to follow here. Over the following fortnight, she made three batches and we made some modest modifications along the way. Firstly, we took up suggestions from some of the recipe’s reviewers: add some ‘plum’ tomatoes, known as Roma in Melbourne (we peeled them first); simmer without a lid; and more ginger (we made it 80ml and used what is known here as ‘naked’ ginger).

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We also discovered that you need to be mindful of the flavour of the plums when you add the cayenne pepper – the ‘fruitier’ the plum, the more cayenne it can handle, so perhaps use half a teaspoon if your plums have a mild flavour.

What else? We were casual about how many plums we used in each batch but it was probably a good 10% more than specified. Maggie put all the ingredients in her pan at the same time, cooked them over gentle heat until the sugars were dissolved and then cranked it up to a busy simmer. To finish, she mixed about 15ml of cornflour with some cold water and stirred it into the chutney to thicken it a little more. And, for Australian readers, ‘raisins’ translates as sultanas.

So far, we have found the chutney to be a pleasing partner for roast poultry and baked pork ribs. Before long, it will be put to the duck test!

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Cheers!
Rick Grounds

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‘s a lot of tomatoes in those tarts

Each summer, Maggie and I grow ‘cherry’ tomatoes in pots, one plant per pot. This season, the crop began slowly – plenty of small, green tomatoes but none of them were ripening. Maggie even wondered if we had planted them too late. Offended – preparing the pots is my job – I assured her that was not the case!

Then, in the second week of January, the fruit began to ripen and, before long, Maggie was cropping at a rate of 20 or more per day. We had three bowls of them in a corner of our kitchen, sorted according to ripeness, and tomatoes were being distributed to grandchildren and friends, and still the supply kept coming. It was as if some sort of hybrid of the Pied Piper and the Sorcerer’s Apprentice had taken control of our cherry tomato plants!

Alright, that sounds a bit hysterical, but the bounty did stretch our culinary ingenuity, that is, until I remembered a dish that we hadn’t made for a decade or so – tartlets of caramelised shallots, feta cheese and cherry tomatoes.

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We cooked four tarts, using loose-based, non-stick, flan tart pans that were 11.5cm or 4.5 inches in diameter. The shortcrust pastry was made according to our recipe for quiche lorraine, with quantities reduced by about 10%.

Maggie peeled about 200g of (French) shallots, halved them lengthways and sliced them finely, then added them to a pan in which I had melted about 20g of butter, over a gentle heat. (You need a generous knob of butter but not as much as when you sauté onions for a quiche; the latter is almost like ‘poaching’ the onions.) As the shallots began to cook, we added a generous grind of pepper and a couple of pinches of salt.

Once the shallots had softened, Maggie added 15ml of sweet sherry and 1 tsp of sugar. When the sherry had been absorbed, another 15ml was added and the shallots were sautéed until they began to turn golden brown in colour.

There was about 70g of pastry for each tart and I rolled it out a little thinner than I would for a full-sized quiche – you don’t want to overwhelm the tart’s filling. To assemble the tarts, we spread the shallots over the bases, added a layer of crumbled Greek feta – 35g per tart – and then a generous layer of halved cherry tomatoes, flesh-side up. After adding a generous grind of black pepper, we cooked the tartlets for about 25 minutes in a fan-forced oven heated to 165C.

The next photo was taken just before we put the tarts in the oven. The final one shows the profile of the tarts’ filling, with just a small amount of tomato skin scorching by the time the tarts were cooked.

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Cheers
Rick Grounds

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Knowing my onions

I am publishing this short post because I will soon be writing a more substantial post about a dish for which one of the elements is caramelised shallots. However, what Maggie and I refer to as a ‘shallot’ is known by other names in some parts of the world. Why, just 300km from our home, across the state border in New South Wales, it would be called ‘eschallot’. Not that Sydneysiders don’t cook with shallots – that’s their name for our ‘spring onions’!

Confused? Especially you North Americans?

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In this photo, the green item is the top section of our ‘spring onion’. I think it is called ‘green onion’ Stateside, yes? But, a Google search tells me, ‘shallot’ in New Orleans and sometimes ‘scallion’ in other places.

The two smaller specimens in the centre of the pic? Those are what we call ‘shallots’ or, in some stores, ‘French shallots’ (that’s to help immigrants from Sydney).

At back left is what we call a ‘brown onion’. I think North Americans give it the moniker ‘yellow onion’, as I have discovered in Julia Child’s recipes. And it is also known in some parts as a ‘Spanish onion’

Finally, at back right, is what we call a ‘purple onion’ or, as is the case elsewhere, ‘red onion’.

Our greengrocer also stocks ‘white onions’, which are popular for roasting whole. We have used them in past years, in a veal braise to take advantage of their mild flavour, but not lately.

Capisce? Savvy?

Rick Grounds

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