It’s Sunday morning and I am excited to again begin my journey down the path of Le Cordon Bleu. I say again because I received this book as a gift a number of years ago but only made it to lesson 3 before having to abandon my goal of its completion. I consider myself a “follow through” kind of guy, but hey, I’m no where near perfect.
As you can see in the picture, the recipes for this meal are not that complicated. My biggest concern thus far has been trying to pronounce the French titles rather than the English. I have resorted to putting them into Google Translate and letting it speak while I attempt to copy. My wife and I both attempted Cointreau (you’d think we’d at least know how to pronounce such a popular liquor!) and utterly failed. No wonder most people just say Triple Sec.
Back to the recipes . . . I have made all of these dishes or at least done all the techniques asked for in my previous cooking experience. I’m confident but I am sure something will through me for a loop, including my two boys being contained by my wife as I cook.
The sheer electricity of this piece is how I feel things will go when I finally get down to cooking!
Often I find myself longing for a much simpler life. As a matter of fact, I find myself working towards that life all the time. But it becomes ever so obvious when I have to shop at the American supermarket. Yes, it is a fantastic country that I live in, but it doesn’t mean that everything is perfect; especially the food!
I am about to begin my journey into the world of Le Cordon Bleu, but before I do I must have ingredients before start cooking. I have been through the list a number of times and checked our cupboard for any missing items. It is encouraging that the list is small. It means that I have the staples and only need the extras to make the meal happen. This is a huge thing for my first meal because the budget is tight.
As I stroll down the aisles at the supermarket, I am disappointed with the selection I see before me. I was hoping to make only one trip to one store today but normal food items that I would expect to see are either not present or in such freezer burned state that I just cannot justify spending my money on them.
This is the point at which I long for living in a place, like I Romanticize about France, where I can walk to the market on a daily basis and buy the evening meal items from locals knowing that they grew the product with as much heart as I put into my business. But alas, I must find another store, a specialty store to pick up the remaining items (by remaining I mean fresh mint, bakers/superfine sugar, and among all things . . . fresh peas).
After wrapping up my shopping, it is time to store everything in a fridge that I find appalling only because it takes up so much space in our kitchen and we never have enough food to fill it because the food we buy actually goes bad if we don’t eat it (i.e. it’s fresh). Tomorrow is the big day and I hope that my cooking is appreciated by the most particular critic, my son René. He’s almost 4 and the hardest to please.
I may not have the joy of shopping in the daily markets of France. I still do dream of such a joy. But I will do my best to enjoy every aspect of life including learning the art of cooking. Le Cordon Bleu begins tomorrow so stay tuned for the menu.
What more appropriate song than La Vie En Rose to start things off when it comes to dreaming go the Romanticized view in my mind of living in France: