12 May 2014

To everything, turn turn turn...

As Walt blogged yesterday, on Friday we got the new kitchen stove we wanted. It was the only one we could find that had all the features we were set on having: four gas burners on the cooktop, including one called "a double ring" that is ultra-rapide and very hot, along with a voluminous electric oven and a range of programmable cooking modes that include a rotisserie or tournebroche.

When Callie came into the kitchen and saw the pintade turning on the rotisserie, it scared her and she barked like crazy.

We also decided to go with a stainless steel model rather than a white enamel finish, because the white stove we just got rid of was so hard to keep clean. When we replace the 11-year-old refrigerator and the 10-year-old dishwasher, we'll probably get new stainless models of those appliances too. The new stove is Italian, and the brand is Smeg. We use bottled gas (butane) because we don't get gaz de ville out here in the country.

Here's the bird skewered, seasoned, and rubbed with olive oil, ready for the oven.

So yesterday was the big test. Walt bought a pintade (guinea hen) at our favorite poultry vendor's stand when he went to the Saturday market in Saint-Aignan this week. We've been cooking and eating pintades very regularly since 2003, when we moved here, and in a lot of ways they are more delicious than turkey or chicken, birds to which they are closely related.

 The bird turning on the spit over a pan of seasoned cooking liquid

Guinea fowl are standard items in French markets and supermarkets, along with rabbits and ducks, so they are no trouble to find, and they aren't particularly expensive. Walt paid €5.40/kg for this bird, which (with the very weak dollar right now) comes to about $3.50 U.S. per pound. It's easy to pay a lot more than that for a farm-raised, free-range chicken.

The pintade hot out of the oven, after cooking for about 90 minutes

Anyway, I wanted to roast a bird on the rotisserie, to see how well it would work. Well, it works great. As usual, I put the bird on the spit and got it all set up. I put a pan of water — well, water and wine — directly under the bird on a baking pan so that the drippings wouldn't fall onto a hot surface and make an excessive amount of smoke. The resulting cooking liquid makes a nice sauce to have with the poultry and vegetables you serve.

Onions, mushrooms, and bay leaves in the cooking liquid, along with all the guinea fowl giblets, made a good sauce.

That said, I had an even better idea this time. Instead of just setting a pan of liquid under the bird, I added some sliced mushrooms, onions, and garlic to the pan, along with some bay leaves, allspice berries, and salt and pepper. That made a really good sauce after it was cooked. We had mashed potatoes (purée de pommes de terre) with the guinea hen, and a big green salad with the kind of simple vinaigrette that we make and never get tired of (Dijon mustard, vinegar, a blend of olive and sunflower oil, and salt and pepper).

What else can I say? It was a very simple Sunday dinner for an anniversary weekend. It was also Mother's Day in America (but not in France), and I wish all you mothers and grandmothers reading this a belated Happy Mother's Day.

11 May 2014

Memories: 1988

It's hard to believe that 1988 was more than 25 years ago. Lately, I've been spending time on my computer going through old files and photos, trying to put some order into it and eliminate a lot of duplicates. I came across this old photo yesterday. It's a scan of a snapshot.

I wasn't quite 40 years old, and Walt was nearing 30. Look at all that dark hair!

Walt and I had moved from Washington DC to California in the autumn of 1986, so we were two years into what would be our 18-year stay out there on the West Coast. We had already been living together for five years.


An old friend — Peter, who we had met in Paris and who had also ended up in Washington — came to San Francisco to spend a week or two. He took some photos, including the ones above.

10 May 2014

Not so much a photo...

...as an impression. I took this inside the cathedral at Chartres several years ago. I don't remember what camera I was using back then, but I obviously didn't get the subject in sharp focus.


The photo below is more focused, but it doesn't show, I realize after looking at both closely, the same window as the impressionistic shot above. Still...


Random notes: today is our second wedding anniversary. Walt and I were married in Albany NY on May 10, 2012, after nearly 30 years of living together as a couple. So far, our marriage seems to be legal in France too. Both the notaire and the people at the Sécurité Sociale (health insurance) office have agreed to that.

And we got our new kitchen stove yesterday. We'll be testing it out this weekend, making Veau aux olives today and roasting a Guinea fowl (une pintade) on the rotisserie tomorrow.

09 May 2014

Chez le boucher

Rue du Docteur Leray, Paris 13e, 29 septembre 2004