Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts

Friday, May 11, 2012

Cooking Corner: Ratatouille

Much thanks to the lovely Pish Posh for inspiring this post!

What do you think about when you read the word "ratatouille?" Does it conjure in your mind a Pixar animation mouse in Paris that prepares French dishes so delectable that it melts even the most permanent sneer of jaded food critics? 

Because if it does, that is totally understandable. Despite all my years of studying French language and culture, I myself had a vague knowledge of the Provençale dish until that film came out in 2007. 

(Oh, and while I'm on the subject of the film, I will take a moment to add that I was quite indignant when I discovered that the DVD I purchased for a film that is based in France didn't even have French-language audio or subtitle options when The Incredibles did.)



(Call it silly or even irrational, but that has been burning inside of me for years.)

For me, "ratatouille" evokes fond memories of when I spent a few happy weeks under the sunshine and vast azure skies of the South of France with my dear friend Mimi. During one trip, I had the opportunity to shop in the local grocer in the village of Solliès-Pont to buy his fresh produce. His corner of the world had character. Splashes of color were spread among the baskets and stalls. The fragrance of wild strawberries seeped into my nose, awakening my senses and creating a flood in my mouth. Bulbs of garlic hung from the ceiling as dried bouquets of flowers and lavender decorated the ochre walls.

I was fairly miffed that my camera's battery conveniently died during my outing.

Once we made it back to the Provençal retreat, it was then that our friend Lucienne instructed me on how to make what is possibly the best vegetable dish I have eaten to date, one that gladly made me ask for seconds when one bowl would have sufficed. My carefree joy short-lived, I was lucky enough to have had Lucienne pass down her wisdom to me so I could replicate the same recipe when I returned to the States.



Ratatouille à la Lucienne
Can be paired with white rice or enjoyed on its ownAmply serves 4 people...or one ravenous American.

Ingredients
1 eggplant/aubergine
2 zucchini/courgettes
1 red bell pepper
1 yellow bell pepper
2 pounds of tomatoes, preferably plum or vine-ripened
1 onion, preferably white
2 tbsp of olive oil
Fresh sprigs of parsley and basil 
Salt and pepper to taste

Cooking Equipment
Cutting board
Knife
Large sauce pan with lid
Wooden spoon
5 bowls

Steps
1) Prep all ingredients by washing the vegetables.

2) Take the vegetables and vent out your frustrations with the knife and cutting board, separating each ingredient in its own bowl

  • Cut the eggplant/aubergine into half-inch cubes and separate it into a bowl
  • Do the same to the zucchini/courgettes
  • Slice the bell peppers, discarding the middle section and cleaning the stray seeds
  • Have a cry and chop the onion
  • Remove the stem end of the tomatoes. Halve and then quarter each section. Do not throw away the seeds.
At this point, you should be ready to cook.

3) Tip the olive oil into the sauce pan and warm the heating element at the medium heat range. Once the oil starts to show signs of bubbling, dump the eggplant/aubergine cubes to brown them. Stir occasionally with the wooden spoon.

4) Once the cubes have been browned, remove the contents from the pan and then add the zucchini/courgette cubes. Cook for five minutes.

5) Stir in the bell peppers to the zucchini/courgette, cooking for 3-5 minutes. (The bell peppers will start to release water.)

6) Re-add the eggplant/aubergine.

7) At this point, you may add the salt and pepper to taste.

8) Layer the vegetable mixture with the chopped onion and then dump the tomato quarters on top. DON'T MIX YET.

9) Lower the temperature to low-medium range.You are now ready to cover the saucepan with the lid to cook for another 30 to 45 minutes.

10) Once the ratatouille has a consistency of chunky soup, stir the concoction and gently throw in the sprigs of parsley and basil. Cook for another 3 minutes.

11) Eat.

Please be conscious that, as it is with anything in life, everyone has their own cooking styles. If I were to try to make a recipe that my mother made, there will always be a lingering twinge of regret that what I've made isn't an exact replica.

I won't fool myself: my ratatouille is never going to taste like the one Lucienne made with her experienced panache.

But it's pretty damn close!

By the way, if you want to check out an awesome site for more veggie-friendly recipes and a humorous take on getting fit (both in the American and British sense of the word), I recommend visiting THE Pish Posh. Not only does she cook well but she also has a bust-a-gut sense of humor.

Go visit her. DO IT.

Barb the French Bean

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Oh, Crêpe! (Take Two)

Long-time readers of Two Beans or Not Two Beans have probably perceived that I am a die-hard lover of France and French culture. A francophile, if you will. And being the die-hard francophile that I am, I simply couldn't forget that today is a special day in France.

Can you guess what it is?



It's La Chandeleur, the day I panic and make crêpes at the last minute.

Not wanting to forget the kitchen disasters wonderful things I learned, I decided to make savory crêpes as opposed to sweet, apricot-jam ones from last year. It made more sense to make taco-esque crêpes for dinner, anyway.






I am glad to report that my crêpe-makin' skillz have greatly improved from last year.



In fact, the worst crêpe that I created was the last one because I simply didn't have enough batter left to make a proper one.






Safe to say, this year, I managed to make crêpes without any hitches in the kitchen.





Nope.






None whatsoever.






Um... *twiddles thumbs*






















Like an idiot, I placed the hot frying pan on top of my plastic red cutting board, which made it ooze like blood.





I can add yet another unforgettable moment to my culinary feats.



Barb the French Bean

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Oh, Crêpe! (A.K.A. My Crêpe Day Turnout)

Like with any new recipe that I want to try out, I dutifully searched for a crêpe one online.


Specifically, this one.



I would substitute the vanilla sugar for vanilla extract and not add any melted butter. It should work just as well, right? I mean, I should be able to follow all the steps without anything bad occuring during the cooking process, right? AM I RIGHT?!



Ha. Ha.



What the recipe should have mentioned in its list of steps:

If you are a foreigner, first find a French person who knows how to make crêpes. It will spare you a lot of confusion about your failure.



(This is especially true since I had my unforgettable exploding container fiasco around Thanksgiving which proved that I can be a disaster in the kitchen.)



I went to the kitchen and searched for the ingredients in my cabinets. Not only was I able to find everything I needed (Score!) but, to my grand surprise, I found not one, not two but FIVE bags of flour.



Five entire bags of flour. I honestly don't know how I managed to accumulate so much farine in such little time or even what caused me to have a sudden flour amnesia when I went grocery shopping on five different occasions and thus caused me to amass a whole troup weight-inducing powder. I decided to use the farine de sarrasin, buckwheat flour.



The moment had finally arrived. I was going to make my very first batch of crêpes in France. The very first batch of crêpes of my life. I who have never even made pancakes from scratch (thanks Aunt Jemima for depriving my patriotism and valor as an American with your processed pancake mix goodness). I was going to attempt the impossible.



One American. One whisk. One bowl. One frying pan.



This is the army that I was up against:



BRING IT, BITCHES, I thought.



Not wanting to deviate from the required measurements to potentially jeopardize the batter, I asked my room mate if we had any measuring cups for grams and mL. Oops. We don't.



*piercing scream of horror*



I was suddenly one American trying to estimate how much 360 grams of flour and 750 mL of milk would look like to the naked eye. That's as difficult as creating rocket fuel in the dark while blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back!

Okay, maybe it isn't, but that is what dealing with the metric system is like sometimes to my imperial-system wired brain. I've actually gotten more perceptive with time about how much simpler the metric system is.



There was no time to panic! As I reasoned, if I poured out half of the 1 kilogram bag of sarrasin flour, then I had poured out too much. And my one liter box of milk should weigh as if it had only one cup left in it. I would just have to wing it with the sugar or, as the French say, au pif. Yes, the French tend to measure with their noses rather than their eyes.



I calculated and mixed the ingredients.



It resulted in a gloopy mixture.




Gloopy-gloop-gloop



I know for a fact that crêpe batter needs to be considerably fluid. Essentially, I needed to have a diluted pancake mixture. So, I added more milk.



Hm, that looks better...



I then let the batter sit in the fridge from 30 to 90 minutes. Since I have the patience of a little kid jacked up on sugar on a 4-hour roadtrip, I waited just the 30 minutes.




I heated the Gleaming Red Element of Doom and swirled some oil into the pan. My room mates told me that crêpes are practically impossible to ruin. It is just one of the most basic French recipes that only a complete idiot would not get it right.



There's no way I can mess this up? Hell, yeah! Only a complete idiot can screw it up? Well, I'm no dummy. That's the sort of encouragement I need. I couldn't wait to make my very first fail-proof crêpe!!!





Uh. Erm. Hmm.



Maybe it will look better on the other side.




Huh. Nope.


This was obviously a fluke. Crêpe #2 will have a better result.




Ah! So far so good! Let's see what happens when I try to flip it over...









Oh, Good Lord. I'll never be French if I can't even concoct the simplest of French recipes. Let me just take a moment to release my pent-up frustration: CRAPPY-CRÊPE-CRÊPE!!! Something told me this was going to be a loooooooong night for me...



I decided to slather Crêpe #1 with apricot jam and Crêpe #2 with dark chocolate. I couldn't help but notice that the consistency was quite spongy, much like the American morning counterpart.



I realized something. I hadn't made crêpes. I had succeeded in making sugary buckwheat pancakes. So, yay for me?



Thankfully, my room mate stepped in to save my feeble inexperienced crêpe-making behind the day and gave me an impromptu French culinary lesson.



"The batter is too thick. You need to water it down. When you are cooking the crêpes, you must wait until the edges start to brown a bit and lift; that's when you will know that it is the moment to flip them. Also, farine de sarrasin is used mostly for salty galettes. Next time, use the white flour for sweet crêpes. And the actual pancake taste is pas mal. "



She said pas mal! She said my pancake taste was pas mal! ZOMG!


The French aren't as ready as Americans to hand out compliments, so pas mal, which means "not bad," is pretty much the highest honor that can be bestowed upon my pseudo-French culinary skill. Anyway, with those little tidbits of French wisdom, I soon created a foolproof batter and I became the quintessential Crêpe-Making Queen of Dijon!






YES! SUCCESS!





YEAH! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! WHOOOO!!!



I was so tempted to gobble down my treat, but I decided that my two hefty pancakes would be all that I was going to eat for the evening. After all, a girl has to watch her figure to attain Shakira-hotness.



After an hour, I produced a tantalizing vanilla-scented golden mountain of thin wafery goodness. I could feel my mouth salivating at the sight of it, but I swore that I would no longer eat any more crêpes for that evening...



Ah, who am I kidding? Who could possibly resist eating a warm, freshly-made crêpe with apricot jam from Provence?



OM NOM NOM...




Happiness is a post-crêpe jam-splattered plate.



I now have 14 crêpes at my disposal, and I am not planning to eat them all. I'm gonna need some of my friends to come over, stat!





Barb the French Bean