Roasted two whole red snapper tonight. Wowzer! Excellent quality fish, simple treatment. Fresh tomato, onion, EVOO, caper sauce. Braised fennel, black Camargue rice.
(Started with boudin noir and caramilzed pears, pear cider from Normancy; Red hawk cheese with prune / walnut slab; chocolate sherbet with chantilly and crushed dried oranges. A lot of wine. Maybe best dinner party ever)
While I'm sure everything was great, that Red Hawk cheese is just so good, it almost makes me think we make some cheeses as good as they do in other parts of the world.
You know you're at a special place when you walk in, and the hostess sorta glares at you...on Christmas Eve. Saying we're just meeting some friends at the bar, her steely gaze softened as she said, "That's good, because there are no seats."
Now, sitting around on Christmas Eve at Mimi's, drinking bourbon or rye straight, is a night not to be missed. Songs were sung, laughter filled the air, and then things as they sometimes do when bourbon or rye is involved, got a bit belligerent. Amongst us, that is. So we all left, went down the block to Hide-Chan for ramen (and it's actually good ramen) and sake, and all was good with the world.
Since I know of no chicken stock taking 12 - 15 hours (I think in general a classic French chicken stock takes 4-5), I push a pressure cooked chicken stock out in 1.5 hours. And then the release takes some time, because if you release pressure too quickly, everything will boil together, and the stock will lose clarity.
As I used to counsel to kids getting married, back when I was in the catering business (and probably, had he known, to the chagrin of my boss) - don't have a big wedding, go to Vegas or city hall to get married, and use the money for the wedding to buy a home.
This past summer, I attended the wedding of a friend's daughter; he had long discussed how much the damn wedding was costing (with 200+ guests). He said he'd offered his daughter the money to buy a house - he was turned down, she wanted the party.
That registry takes some hubris, that's for sure.
Vis-a-vis the wedding I mentioned; they were so happy with the great pair of knives we gave them. It's either that or a piece or two of copper cookware when I attend a wedding; whether they've asked for it or not.