07 May 2014

L'Église du Dôme

This is one of the best-known landmarks in Paris. My mind is still on Paris because I'm planning to go spend a few days there at the end of the month. This building is in the neighborhood where I'll be staying (at my friend CHM's apartment). You recognize the dome, don't you? (And no, it's not San Francisco City Hall, but the two buildings do resemble each other.)


For some reason, I have an old Michelin Green Guide in English (1976 edition). Here's what it says about the "Dome Church": It is one of the masterpieces of the age of Louis XIV (who was the king of France for nearly 75 years in the 17th and early 18th centuries). It was with this building that architects perfected the French Classical style. Work on the church began in 1677 and was completed only in 1735. It is the finest example of 17th century religious architecture, just as the Palace of Versailles is the finest example of the era's civil architecture.


The Dome Church "captures the imagination both by its sweeping lines and its dignity," the Michelin Guide continues. "It has a beauty all its own whether standing out against a clear summer sky, or rising, almost invisibly, against the darkness of the night." I don't know if the church was illuminated back in the 1970s the way it is now. It's been nearly 40 years. The Dome Church is anything but invisible these days. And it is most famous now for being the final resting place of the emperor Napoleon.

My two blurry pictures (c'est le flou artistique) were taken more than 10 years ago, in February 2003. Here's a link to some more recent summertime photos of the same building.

06 May 2014

Preparing a chicken for the barbecue

When I was in North Carolina in April — or more precisely, on the verge of returning to France — a cousin of mine gave me a little packet of dried, powdered chili peppers that she had made. She and her son grow a big crop of hot peppers every summer, and she has a dehydrator she used to to dry them. Ginger's mother is my mother's "baby" sister.

Don't open the bag until you get home, she said, and open a window first. They might think you are a terrorist in the airport or on the plane if you open it where people can smell the hot pepper and feel the effects in their eyes and nose. It's really hot. And she was right: it is. Walt and I seasoned a chicken with the pepper powder along with some powdered allspice (piment de la Jamaïque in French), black pepper, and salt. We were planning to cook it on the barbecue grill.


Walt got a chicken at the outdoor market in Saint-Aignan Saturday morning. The poultry vendor prepares the bird you choose by cutting off the head and the feet, gutting the bird, and burning off any pinfeathers that remain stuck to the skin. Singeing the skin supposedly helps kill any stray bacteria, too, they say. Notice how they leave the "knees" on the chicken. That's so the leg meat won't shrink up as it cooks and the drumstick will be more attractive.


Since we wanted to cook the chicken on the grill, and because a whole chicken is a lot to eat for just the two of us, I decided to cut the bird in half. Half went onto the grill and half went into the freezer for later. All the extra parts — the back, neck, wing tips, heart, liver, gizzard, and pieces of skin and fat — went into a pot of hot water on the stove to make broth. Callie gets to eat the boiled meat and giblets.


The first step in preparing a chicken this way is to remove the back by cutting along the spine from the "pope's nose" up to the neck with some sturdy kitchen or poultry shears. I guess you could use a big knife but I think scissors work better, with less danger of cutting yourself. Cut down one side of the spine and then the other, and lift the whole spine and neck out.


With the bird lying breast-side down, use a big knife to cut through the breast bone. I like to use the big serrated knife in the picture above. Once I've cut part way through the sternum, I can use the other knife to complete sever the bone and bird in half. It's pretty easy, really. You end up with two nice halves and all the "noble" parts of the fowl to cook.


We seasoned the half-chicken on the outside and on the cut side with the hot pepper, allspice, and salt and pepper. Walt cooked the chicken half slowly for about 45 minutes on the grill, browning it first and then moving farther from the flame to let it cook all the way through. I like chicken well-done.

And that hot pepper spice was amazing — not just hot and spicy, but very flavorful. We have a good quantity of it left, given that you use very little to get a lot of flavor, and we'll be enjoying it all summer. It's true, too, than when you just sprinkle some onto whatever you're cooking, you have to quickly leave the kitchen to make sure you don't have a sneezing attack and burning eyes. (Sorry, no pictures of the cooked chicken half. We were too busy eating it to mess with a camera.)

05 May 2014

Bertie 2 — Callie 1

Don't worry, it's not a score.
There's no competition between the cat and the collie.
It's just the number of photos I'm posting today.

Que faites-vous là-dedans ? Je peux rentrer ?

Attention : je vous ai à l'oeil.

On m'a donné un bain hier. Ça se voit, non ?

04 May 2014

Three photos from yesterday morning

I was out with Callie and the camera yesterday morning. Here are three things I saw.


The first thing I noticed, as I headed out the back door, was the cuckoo. It was cuckooing loudly, and it was perched in one of its favorite spots in the area — at the top of the tallest tree around, which happens to be in our yard. People say you hear the cuckoo all the time in spring, but that you seldom if ever see one. I see this one fairly often, but from afar.


The second thing I noticed was weird clouds in the northern sky. They looked like they could have been condensation trails left by jets flying over, but I don't really think that's what they were. They blew away fairly quickly, because it was a windy morning.


And finally, I saw a new view of the vineyard. Usually I see the vines spread out ahead of me like a carpet or blanket. But this time I noticed a hole in the woods that grow along a water course in a low area. Through the hole, I could see a patch of vines that are turning greener and greener with each passing day.