A week ago, I was in Winston-Salem, NC. After drinking away a fair part of the afternoon at Swaim's, I wobbled off to the bathroom. As I emptied the tanks, my camera fell out of my pocket onto the pretty tile floor. This happened three times, I think. crash.crash.clatter.
As a result, the shutter button popped off and rolled under something, ne'er to be seen again. My camera is unusable, so you may notice that I have had to start holding things up to my Mac's camera to get a shot. Let's call it arte de circumstance. The other shots are Blackberry. Let's hope the bf pities me and gets me a nice picture-taker for my B-day! hint hint
Yesterday, I bought RATIO by Michael Ruhlman. I read The Soul of a Chef last week & loved it, so I felt secure ponying up $27.99 for this one (worth it!). Ruhlman loves good food and the process of making it as much as my girl Ruthie. He's also a bit of a populist, as he relishes in sharing the secrets of the professional kitchen with us amateurs.
Watch and love: http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/m3G89VVK53YPXK
On the subway last night, I read about Pâte à Choux. I have a longstanding love of profiteroles and Beard Papa, but I never thought I could make a puff on my own.
Ruhlman corrected me in the first paragraph of Part One, Section One, Chapter Six:
Pâte à Choux is one of the coolest flour-and-water preparations in the kitchen. It is easy to make, delicious all by itself, can be a pedestal for any number of sweet or savory ingredients, can be cooked in the oven, in water, in oil (with each type of heat creating different and wonderful effects), and can be featured at virtually any part of the meal. In spite of these features, it's not typically a part of the home cook's repertoire. Why? I have no idea, and I hope it changes.
Such encouraging words, no? I had all the ingredients on hand, so I took a stab at Gougères this morning. (CHEESEY POUFS!!)
I brought 1 cup of water to a boil with 1/2 tsp salt and 1 stick of buttah...all in a lil' enameled Dutch oven. Once boiled, I lowered the heat to a simmer, added 1 cup of flour, and stirred. Wonder of wonder! before my eyes a thick shiny batter formed. I took a taste...so smooth and rich!
I turned off the heat and let the pot sit for a minute while I prepped my cookie sheet. I am not fancy enough to keep parchment paper on hand, so I just gave it a lil' spray with Pam (olive oil). I also preheated the oven to 425 Fahrenheit.
I turned back to the pot, and added 4 eggs that I had previously cracked and beaten slightly...a little bit at a time...constantly stirring. WONDER OF WONDER! The eggs cooked in the hot batter, making it even shinier and richer than before! The texture became positively silky, sensuous and sexy. I shit you not. I was also gently overwhelmed that I could create something so gorgeous and took a moment to wipe away a solitary tear.
To make the dough into Gougères, I added 1/2 cup of grated Parmesan cheese (as we Americans like to spell it) and about a tablespoon of badass herbes de provence the a friend of ours had brought for me from France itself.
A quick stir and I was ready to go.
I plopped lil' golf balls of batter on the cookie sheet, smoothed down peaks with wet fingers, as my boy Ruhlman instructs.
12 fit on my sheet...
I baked them for 10 minutes at 425, then turned the heat down to 350 for another 15.
And the end result? I would let you taste but they are all gone.
Just kidding! Take one!!!!
<--see my tiny-ass kitchen in the background?

I think next I'll tackle veal consommé!
Go buy the book and start experimenting...my boy Michael Ruhlman would get mad at me if I typed all the ratios out here. We cant have that. He would never invite me for pizza.
Holla Mike! I am free Sunday!