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Dans la merde

20 Saturday May 2006

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Crap service last night. Everyone turned up at half past seven, when they normally arrive between 8 and 9 in discrete lumps. I was in the middle of farting about with my Trilogies (dried tomato, goat cheese and aubergine caviar in layers) and hadn’t even put my amuse bouches in place.
Luckily Chef was there to jump in and do my orders for me, but he managed to do just about everything while I was just cutting up tuna for six tartares. Embarrassing and an indication of just how much I have to learn still, notably Get Your Arse In Gear.
If it had been the plonge I wouldn’t have had a problem, partly because the mise en place is easy (Squeezy bottle full of Fairly Liquid? I’m good to go!) and partly because, having done it for 18 months, I know how to do it quickly. I’ve been in the kitchen doing services less than 18 days, so that’s a good excuse.
Still, it felt shitty not keeping up.

Getting On

17 Wednesday May 2006

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So now I’m a proper cook. I’ve even managed to persuade Chef to put something on the menu – smoked quails eggs. OK, it’s only one item in a dish with other ingredients, but hey, you have to start somewhere. We smoke the eggs ourselves and serve two (one cut into quarters, the other plopped inside the star-shape created) in a nest of alfalfa sprouts surrounded by ‘waves’ of smoked salmon. Looks very pretty, I’ll take a picture as soon as I remember to. The nest was my idea, too.
Yesterday we did 70 covers, me, Fabien the new Second de Cuisine and Carole, the stagiaire patissier. It was Chef’s day off (he chooses carefully) and I’m proud to have gotten through it without forgetting or f-ing up anything. The waiters, on the other hand, were all over the place – especially when the group of 13 from Radio France (who should have sat down to eat at 2030) announced that they were going to be eating outside, necessitating 20 minutes of table and cutlery moving. A-holes.
Spring Carte
This is the Carte we’re serving at the moment. The quails eggs and smoked salmon are only on the lunchtime menu – three courses for €19, top value.

Week 8: English cooking

01 Monday May 2006

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The French – well, the French people that I meet – start off surprised to find a English person cooking at all. There’s a famous TV advert here for After Eight chocolate mints which shows a group of BCBGs (French for ‘yuppies’) eating After Eights with their post-diner coffee and finding them distinctly edible, if not positively quite nice. “After Eights,” the tagline runs, “they’re English – but they’re good!”
Then they start asking about ‘La Cusine Anglaise’ – English cooking – and what sort of stuff English people cook at home. Well, here we’re leading the French, I tell them – we’ve been buying cooked/chilled ready meals by the tonne and nuking them in the microwave
for more than a decade. French people are doing their best to catch up now, I tell them, and then they start talking about the Traiteurs they have – shops where you buy freshly-made (well, normally freshly-made) portions of restaurant classics and, er, zap them in the microwave. And anyway, traiteurs are closing down all over the place because they can’t get the staff and they’re too expensive to run and the supermarkets are filling up with cook/chill dishes…
And then they say Ah! Oui! Légumes à l’anglaise! Vegetables cooked in the English style means boiling them in salted water. So now they remember that English people boil the crap out of everything, usually all in one giant vat-like pan for three or four hours. Which isn’t that far from the truth in some cases – one of the few stories I know about my great-grandmother Loseby was that she used to boil tripe and potatoes in the same pan. For three to four hours.
So today at school we’re cooking Merlan à l’anglaise, which turns out not to be boiled but to use that other great traditional English cooking method, frying in a pan of oil. Merlan is similar to the English Whiting and American silver hake and is a member of the cod family. We use it often at school because it’s cheap – we don’t serve it to customers at the restaurant, although it does feature sometimes in staff meals.
To prepare it à l’anglaise you have to remove the gills first and drag the entrails out with them, without cutting open the belly. Then you open it along the spine, removing the bones as you do so and fan it out but leaving the head in place. The body is coated in flour, egg and breadcrumbs and pan-fried, leaving the head in place to stare up accusingly at those about to eat it. I can’t see English people ever eating fish like that these days – most think that fish swim around shrink-wrapped in polystyrene trays if they think of fish swimming at all. Normally they eat only the fingers of the fish these days, an idea that amuses French people no end since they, like Americans, eat fish sticks.
By now I’ve done lots of fish at work so I don’t find the whole procedure too difficult; it’s really a way of practising various knife skills, I realise, since this is now a very old-fashioned dish which you wouldn’t see in any restaurant here – too much effort to start with. Many people have real difficulties cutting out the spine and then de-boning the still-joined filets, and end up with something that looks like it’s been given a good kicking by Manchester United fans. Still, that’s why we have breadcrumbs, “Pour cacher la misère” – to hide the misery, as my restaurant chef puts it, normally when he’s surveying something I’ve messed up in the patisserie (be very suspicious if you buy a pudding in a French restaurant and the sauce/custard is poured over the tart/pie/whatever instead of in an attractive pattern onto the plate around it – it means the patissier has really messed it up and is hiding his errors from you or, more likely, his Chef de Cuisine). Two nice thick coats of breadcrumbs and we’re ready to go.
We also do Petits Pois Paysanne, little peas peasant-style, in which peas are the least of the ingredients – there’s carrots, turnips, baby onions, lettuce and bacon bits in there outweighing the peas two-to-one. Which is fine if you don’t particularly like peas and want to hide them – but then you’d probably be better off cooking the whole recipe and just leaving out the peas.
After lunch we have our regular fortnightly Hygiène class, this week talking about Glucides – sugars. Which apparently should represent 55% of our diet, particularly from ‘glucides lentes’ – slow sugars – such as those found in pasta and, apparently, bread. As little as possible should come from pure, refined sugar. Glucides, we learn, are where we get our energy from for our muscles and nerves, and we need 100 grammes per day. We also need 15% of our diet to be protein and 30% lipides – fats.
Right. So I’d better put that pain au chocolat away, then?
Légumes à la Grècque this afternoon, vegetables cooked the Greek way, which means slowly in water and olive oil after cutting them up into attractive shapes. Artichauts first – these confuse many people who end up with something the size of half a ping-pong ball full of fluff but, again luckily, I’ve done these at work so understand that the idea is to remove the leaves on the outside and the fluff on the inside and put the rest into acidulated water (i.e. with half a lemon squeezed into it and then he lemon chucked in for good measure), then cauliflowers cut into ‘bouquets’, escaloped mushrooms (cut into quarters on a slant, although even our school chef says he finds this idea impossible to accomplish), diced onions, chopped garlic, a bouquet garni and a ‘sac aromatique’ to prepare. The ‘aromatic bag’ is a bit of cloth with any interesting-looking spices you can find bunged in, which turns out to be a bit of nutmeg and some peppercorns. And since each vegetable needs to be cooked on its own it means a bouquet garni and ‘sac aromatique’ for each pan. And as there aren’t that many saucepans in the room we have to group our cooking, which is fine by me unless we then have to present a plate to be marked – not everyone turns their vegetables as I am and I’ve been marked down before for featuring vegetables from someone else on my demonstration plate.
Still.
A la Grècque cooking turns out to be very similar to our teacher’s favourite way of cooking most vegetables – à blanc, in a sautoir with a little sugar, salt, pepper and butter. Remove the sugar and replace butter with olive oil, cover with a circle of silicon paper and you’re good to go.
And in the end there’s no need to make up a plate for service, so my superior English turning isn’t seen by anyone.

Next week: Fond Brun lié, poulet sauté chasseur and More English Cooking!

Buying and cooking

30 Friday Dec 2005

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Just a quick tip for all those of you who buy stuff in supermarkets and grocery stores, and an aside for the cooks who have to prepare the stuff you buy: If you buy titchy little onions and potatoes, we’re going to make you peel the damned things. Do you have any idea at all how long it takes to peel half a kilo of pearl onions? And that you can buy them ready-peeled and frozen? Eh?
And while we’re talking about buying stuff, allow me to pass on a hint for those of you who do the buying of washing powder in your households. Having spent a year living on minimum wage, I’ve naturally gravitated towards the lower, cheaper portions of the display shelving in Carrefour and other supermarkets, and have found that the very, very cheapest washing powder you can buy – currently called Tex’Til but this will change next month as it does every month – is just as good as the stuff I used to buy, Persil Non-Bio and then Persil Regular. I have tested this most extensively over the past nine months on the dirtiest objects known to humankind – the work jackets of restaurant washer-uppers, so I can promise you this is a real test, not one where you pour ketchup on something and then rinse it under the tap.
Tex’Til has, unfortunately, recently gone up in price. But then so has Persil – probably something to do with the price of oil. But still, at €2.57 (it used to be €2.50 although has been as high as €5) for five kilos, it represents a fairly decent saving over the price of Persil – €13.57 last time I bothered checking. Look for the big, blue boxes down the bottom of the display, you won’t be disappointed with the results. And if you’re a manufacturer of washing powder, can you explain to me why your posh products cost five times more and don’t wash any better? Seems to me the only reason it’s sold at such a price is (a) to pay for the adverts and (b) because you have the bollocks to demand such a price.
Anyway.
One day back at work this week, just me and Chef for a group of 14 Wednesday lunchtime; I did prep. and plate decoration for his entrées and desserts, and wasn’t very happy with what I did. I sliced the kiwis unevenly and failed to slice the right number (nearly twice what I should have done, somehow) and my radish flowers were mostly askew. Not good enough, must try harder.
I do find slicing and chopping and cutting stuff evenly one of the hardest things to do. The secret is to actually look at what you’re cutting, rather than assuming it’s all OK because it won’t be. That and 10 years practise should do the trick.
I also took some photos in the kitchen, but since we moved house I haven’t found the cable to connect the camera to the PC so that’ll have to wait until I finish tidying the office.
Which I feel very disinclined to do – I’ve only just finished putting away the shopping, and we did that on Wednesday when I came back from work, so it may have to wait until I can muster enough energy.
Another day at work next Tuesday and then school starts the following Monday, with three more days at the kitchen straight after before we have a month-long break while they do some building work in the hotel.
Think I’ll go and watch another DVD.

Daisy

21 Monday Nov 2005

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Daisy aged 15 years and two months and a bit

I can’t think how to say how much I miss Daisy. I must have thought about her hundreds of times in the past three weeks and still can’t believe that she’s not here any more; not going to be waiting for me when I come home; not running down the corridor to the flat when she smells that I’ve arrived home since Delphine took her out for a walk; not taking up more than half the bed and snoring like a trooper.
I have only happy memories of our time with her: playing in the snow, which she loved so much; her rolling in the sand at the beach; falling into a rock pool in Scotland when she was a little puppy; barking in the garden at Gowlett Road when she thought Wendy and I had both left for work.
She was always pleased to see people she knew, genuinely delighted. She loved people and people loved her, and I miss her more than anything.
This picture was taken the weekend before she died; you can she she was an old doggie – her eye is almost closed with conjunctivitis so she didn’t see so well, and she was almost deaf; but she was still happy and contented.
I loved her more than I ever thought it possible to love any animal.
Thankyou very much to everyone who wrote expressing your kind thoughts, it was very good of you all to do so. As Lynne said, it’s a moment we’re fated to pass through from that very first day with that new puppy. You know it’s going to come one day, you know it’s going to hurt, but the years you have before it are so great – for both you and that dog – that you go through with it all.
For me, Daisy was so poorly three years ago when she had her heart and lung problems that I’ve been dreading this day ever since then. In a way, I was prepared for and expecting it – every single extra day with her was a bonus and I’m glad we all had those days.
Her parting was hard but the memories are strong and good and happy.
Bye bye Miss, we all love you.

I have..

25 Tuesday Oct 2005

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…been singing this song in my head for the past two weeks while doing the plonge. I need something with a faster beat to make me work quicker, but this is such a beautiful song.

Day in

20 Wednesday Apr 2005

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The kitchen, that is. I had a day and a half congé yesterday and Monday and spent ALL of it trying to get a French Windows XP machine up and running for Delphine. And will be spending all my spare time doing the same for the next eight years, if the progress so far is anything to go by.

Ah, bite me

17 Sunday Apr 2005

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Chef re-discovered honey yesterday. Now all the saucepans, ladles, plates, spoons and staff are covered with the bloody stuff, and it’s my job to scrape it off and flush it down the sink. And even I have limits, let me tell you.
So yes, you’re right Peter I did make a big song and dance about re-starting this, and then do nothing afterwards. But hey, if I wanted criticism I’d phone my mother – let me know if you’d like her number, but don’t, whatever you do, ask her how she’s been recently. The answer is “Better than I was – Oh, but you don’t know that I’ve been poorly because you haven’t called for so long now……….”
Mothers.
Oh, and I have another excuse, apart from the one where I explain at tedious length that I have a real job, here look at my hands, that’s washing-up hands for you not the damp-but-otherwise-perfect model items you see in the Fairy Liquid adverts. Peeling skin, that’s washing-up hands for you; holes the size of Ecuador in my knuckles, that’s washing-up hands for you.
Anyway. Excuse: I fucked up my computer, and I use that term advisedly and with due consideration for the technicalities of the matter. First, AVG let a virus in and buggered the MFTs on ALL my hard discs (see http://www.drkeyboard.net for the tedious technical details of this one if you must); then a disc went bad on me – a 40GB Maxtor which was touching six years old, so not bad, I replaced it with a 200GB Maxtor for more or less the loose change from down the back of the sofa; then the motherboard went bad (OK, OK, I messed up the BIOS and that was my fault, but I have an excuse for that, too, I was trying to get it to work with a new Sempron 3000+ which it refused to recognise); then the new motherboard (EUR44? Are you kidding? For a motherboard with sound, Ethernet and six USB2 ports? Good grief) wouldn’t boot and, just as I was about to rip it out, I read the instructions and moved a jumper and, walla walla, it works). So that all started at about the time I proudly boasted that I’m Back and I’m Bouncin’ (well, some word that means ‘writing’ but which begins with a ‘b’ – you only miss sub-editors when you don’t have one to hand, don’t you?) and there you go. And I’ve been working hard, so there.
So my left hand’s getting much better all the time, thankyou. I can now type more or less normally. The ends of the first two fingers still tingle when I tap, but my thumb has regained completely all feeling, so that’s cool. However my right hand is now starting to play up, although the Ruta Grav appears to be helping. We’ll see.
And work’s going great. Apart from all the bloody honey, anyway.
We’re up to our elbows in stupid stagaires, which gives us all something to shout at and about, and things are fairly quiet at the moment anyway apart from the occasional passing tourist. It’ll warm up soon, though.
Oh yes, and if you’re the person who stuck your chewing gum to your coffee cup saucer the other day – step out the back round by the dustbins and wait for me, would you? I’ll be the one carrying the baseball bat.

And again

27 Sunday Mar 2005

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So, here we go again. Yes, it’s been a while. Yes, I’m sorry about that. Typing is still difficult, although getting easier. Ts and Gs are still not easy and I get a fair few extra gs in whatever I’m typing because I’m still missing some feeling in the first couple of fingers of my left hand. But I did notice only today that my left thumb feels almost normal, which is a good sign.
Dr Keyboard, as subscribers there will know, is now reduced to only the messageboard following the decision by The Times to close the Crème de la Crème section of the paper and, along with it, my Timesavers column. They have a history of closing bits of the paper which make them lots of money – cf. Interface and the original Dr Keyboard column. Each earned them something in the order of a million pounds per year profit, but there you go. What do I know about newspapers?
Too much, actually. More than I want to know, and lots I’m busy forgetting as I make room for all the stuff I need to know about being a cook.
Like, Stagaires Are Stupid.
m/f

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