Sorry for the late post – we were making rather merry last night. It could have been the copious amounts of French food and wine that knocked me out mid-post, laptop on my stomach like a heating pad. I woke up at 5am with butter sweats and my contacts fused to my eyeballs. This morning my jaw is sore – almost like it had been overused – got a boot-camp workout with me eating enough for a week in a couple hours.
So this is where, last night, I began:
Friends, behold something you’ll not see again for a very long time: my dining room table, set.
(As in, my dining room table is SET, not my dining room table set. It’s a Christmas miracle!)
All I can say is it’s a good thing I went to my Mom’s for brunch this morning, because when it comes to table dressing I am a total idiot. None of her finesse in this arena seems to have worn off on me at all. If I manage to pick up a few flowers and think to stick them in a clear vase full of cranberries, I consider myself extremely Martha. She sent me home with a basket of chargers, linens, matching plates and a vase full of dried flowers.
Although it did look lovely, and having W spend the afternoon at my sister’s may have been a contributing factor to my success, I’m not sure I could keep it up: this setting the table thing is kinda for the birds. Kudos to those of you who can muster linens, chargers and such every night of the week: it does add to the dining experience. (It also unfortunately adds to the cleaning-up experience.)
But let’s get to the point, shall we? The whole reason I put shimmery red stuff on my table in the first place? Our Julie & Julia-themed dinner party! Attended by some of my favourite writer-eaters: Pierre, Gail, Gwendolyn and Cheryl and their significant others. It was a potluck – which are making a comeback, have you heard? I heartily recommend them – people love to bring food, and if not, they can always buy stuff. It takes the pressure off you, and minimizes dishes.
I made – what else? Boeuf Bourguignon. In fact it was the very same Boeuf Bourguignon I made for that Christmas lunch on Friday I didn’t quite make it to – it sat covered in the barbecue for the weekend and was reheated today. That’s another great thing about B.B – it’s so freezable – and when it reheats you saute the mushrooms and pearl onions in butter right before serving, which freshens it up like a new coat of lipstick. In fact it was probably a good thing that the Boeuf Bourguignon was pre-made; I didn’t have a chance to get all freaked out that omigod I’m cooking for four food writers who will presumably be taking photos and then going home to write all about it. Gulp.
To be perfectly honest, I never really got what the big hoopla was about Boeuf Bourguignon. Isn’t it just a fancied-up name for beef stew, like Potage Parmentier is to potato and leek soup? Turns out it’s not. Boeuf Bourguignon is beef stew that really means it. That, as Molly might say, reaches out and grabs your leg under the table. Yes, it’s beef that’s been braised in wine and stock, much like stew, but it’s so much more than that. It’s rich and intense, and I think better if you ditch the carrot (I’d rather serve them alongside), which doesn’t quite fit with the earthy meatiness of beef, onions and mushrooms. Bourguignon (or any kind of stewing or braising, really) is also a great cooking method for bison, which contains far less fat than beef and benefits from a long, slow cooking time.
To rewind, after homemade Raincoast Crisps and French cheese (mimolette and triple crème) our first course came courtesy of Gwendolyn of Patent and the Pantry; Vichysoisse, or the chilled version of Potage Parmentier. I kind of took the wind out of her sails yesterday by posting about this – sorry Gwen! Hers was fab – smooth and creamy and delicious chilled even though it was 20 below outside. She even snipped chives on top.
Gail from The Pink Peppercorn brought a lamb-filled Moussaka with from-scratch tomato sauce that took her the better part of a day to prepare – and it was well worth it. (Truly, anytime anyone wants to spend a day cooking something that I get to eat? Totally worth the effort. To me, at least.) Her husband unmoulded it to a great deal of cheering – it slid out like a great glistening eggplant cake that Gail then cut into wedges and W, upon arriving home and having been promised a wedge of chocolate cake, stared disappointingly at before demanding “what’s THAT kind of cake? That’s too gross for me.”
Pierre of Kitchen Scraps brought Julia’s Ratatouille – a delicious mélange of peppers, onions, eggplant, tomatoes and thyme that was like a warm chopped salad, and I discovered after eating far too much in the way of lamb, beef and potatoes was delicious scooped on top of mixed greens. (You could in fact pack it into small ramekins and unmould it chilled onto a spring mix, and drizzle with balsamic vinaigrette? Sounds kinda fancy?)
(Sub-par photos courtesy of a 4:30pm sunset.)
He also brought what was the simplest, least-fussy dish that a few of us may have described as the best thing on the table – Pommes de Terre Sautées – potatoes cut into teeny balls with a mini melon baller, patted dry (so that they crisp up) and sautéed in plenty of butter and oil until they transformed into what can only be described as the ultimate in upscale hash browns. Oh the crispy bits.
Cheryl of Backseat Gourmet was in charge of dessert – she outdid herself, bringing a Reine de Saba (chocolate and almond cake) with Glaçage au Chocolat (chocolate icing – also the very last recipe in MtheAofFC) and daringly pulling off a Soufflé au Grand Marnier (with Gwen as sous chef) in the kitchen while we sat around the table. Really, what could be more French? It was magnificent. We scooped it out warm, straight from the soufflé dish.
(Sorry Cheryl, it’s the only photo I got!)
Because Julie & Julia the movie isn’t released until Tuesday, and next weekend is Christmas party high-season, we watched old copies of The French Chef. But we had so much fun we may get together for round 2 once the movie comes out. It was a really fun evening, and an easy theme, considering MtheAofFC is available at the library. It was a great way to pull off a dinner party with little effort. For bonus points: make each guest do a dramatic reading of their recipe (in full Julia Child voice, of course) from MtheAofFC.
You’ll need a recipe for Boeuf Bourguignon – here it is. I’ve left the other recipes for the others to post. Once they’ve finished digesting.
One Year Ago: (How appropriate that I was in Montreal!) Aubergine Pizza avec Brie and Stroopwafels