First day back at Le Cordon Bleu for Superior Cuisine was like walking into a huge homecoming party. Our class was at night and I strolled into school half an hour before class, to find bottles of Bordeaux being passed around by fellow classmates and people noisily chatting about what they did over the short vacation. I was happy to at least show up with some semblance of a tan – just to say that I actually got out of the miserable Paris weather for awhile. After gulping down some bordeaux and swapping travel stories, I went to put my uniform on and get ready for our first demonstration.
Low and behold I got to the locker room and all of the lockers were taken! The basic and intermediate pastry and cuisine students got to the lockers before the superior students could grab the most desirable ones. How unfair – a senior getting a bottom locker – oh the horror!
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A basic cuisine student noticed my special knife case (all of the superior students have them) and she asked me where I got it. I reluctantly told her, BHV, the huge department store close to metro Hotel de Ville. She continued asking me how much it cost and how to get there. Secretly I was thinking, “You don’t even know how to use your knives, how dare you ask such an upcoming culinary star, like myself, where to purchase a case reserved for superior students. And who doesn’t know where BHV is!?!?!” Yes, senioritis has sunk in.
After taking one more swig of Bordeaux, all 54 of us excitedly piled in the demonstration room for our very first lesson. Something happens when you reach the superior level, everyone relaxes and bonds together. The superior chefs are hilarious, imitating our previous chefs from basic & intermediate cuisine, and cutting corners where the other chef’s wouldn’t dare. It’s like one big you’ve-finally-made-it club.
Once the notebooks were passed out with all of the recipes for the semester, the group grew silent as we flipped through our upcoming work. I couldn’t believe my eyes– contemporary fusion french cuisine! Haleluja! I thought I would die if we had to make another forcemeat with fatback–but no!–the forcemeats contain foies gras and truffles! Now, I can really work with that. The unusual spices and ingredients were jaw-dropping to all of us and a little bit frightening too – frogs legs, pigeon, suffocated squab. So was the instant realization that there would be no translation into English of the demonstration. Merde.
Our superior chef demonstrated the most delicious menu that we’ve had so far in all of our cuisine courses. It was a french fusion dish influenced by Indian spices and tropical fruit. Marguerite de Saint-Jaque aux fruits de la passion, Effeuillée de Saint-Pierre aux épices rouges, et banane rotie en peau a la vergeoise et son sorbet. Otherwise known as marinated scallops with passion fruit, John Dory fillets with red spices, and bananas baked in their skins with brown sugar and banana sorbet – talk about being instantly transported to paradise.
The John Dory, an expensive whitefish with firm texture, was dipped in marsala and seared to lock in the fragrant spices. It not only smelled delicious, but looked so sensual – like a gash of red lipstick on a pouty model. The sauce, a mixture of mango, papaya, cilantro, lime peel, fish stock, and spices wafted through the demo room instantly hitting everyone’s stomach and saliva glands. Definately a great recipe for valentines day or any other prelude to a kiss.
I couldn’t help but grab seconds of the marinated scallops. It was unusual with a mixture of chopped artichoke bottoms, passion fruit, lime juice, and honey.
The dessert reminded me of a refined tropical version of a girlscout campfire favorite: banana boats. In the girl scout version bananas are split and stuffed with chocolate and marshmallows. Then they are wrapped back up in tin foil and placed at the bottom of the campfire coals to cook. When they are done, you can scoop the gooey banana/chocolate/marshmallow out of the skin with a spoon.
For the contemporary french version, the bananas are split in two leaving the skin on and caramelized in a pan with brown sugar. Then they are baked so the pulp is chewy. Accompanying the banana boats are homemade banana sorbet and a sweet sauce of tropical fruit juices, dried hibiscus flowers, and rum – Yum! The bananas are plated in their skins with a cannelle of sorbet and a drizzle of sauce. Same principle of using the banana skin as a small boat.
The chef plated his finished creations poking fun at the concept of modern cuisine. To one plate he added a few dots and stripes with sauce and remarked, “See? This is modern cuisine – terrible, n’est pas?” We all laughed at the truth in his joke and admired the beauty of it anyway. Just like a painter who can make a few brush strokes a work of art, so can a chef with a drizzle of sauce.
i need to hire you to do a lecture on traditional french cuisine and trends for the modern paris… i think my students would love you… how good is your french?
Oh Jeorg, you do NOT want me to teach in French. That would be hilarious for everyone else in the classroom but me. I have good comprehension, but when I open my mouth a mixture of Spanish and French flows out that no one seems to understand but myself.
The other day I asked the chef who prepares all of our food for the practicals if he had a big penis on accident. I was trying to ask if he had any big carrots but my accent came out wrong. He looked at me with the widest eyes I’ve ever seen and then started howling with laughter. Not good.
If I can be of any help developing curriculum or if you’re interested in a lecture in English let me know! How old are your students?
in my email i forgot to tell you that they are college students…
Ah Brvao, now I am hungry like the wolf!!!
OMG. It all sounds so wonderful.
It all sounds so exciting.
I usually can’t get a lot of excitement up over food but you make it sound magical.
Great post! That’s why I love reading this blog so much. If you become a culinary star and you’re on a cooking tour to China, I gonna show you where you can find some superior woks that fit your status well…
I understand your embarrassment with the French chef. When I was taking French is high school, I asked the Mother Superior, who was my French teacher, if she would like to French kiss with me. Needless to say, Sister was shocked. Unfortunately, she thought I was teasing and did not find it funny at all. My friends and other students thought it was hilarious. I still blush at this memory and it was over 40 years ago.
This all takes me back 40 years to 1966 when I was a fresh new student at the Sorbonne. On my second day, after sorting out all my papers and courses etc, I went into the Gibert Jeunes on the corner of Rue d’Écoles to buy s few books. Oh la vache! My French was obviously not as good as I expected. The bloke asked if he could help me and I started off saying, “Je voudrais des livres…” Half a dozen eyebrows shot up and people just burst out laughing. They were rolling in the aisles peeing themselves till they were blue in the face. Meanwhile mine was bright red. Oh merde. I’ve never, before or since, been so embarrassed. Eventually, the guy looked at me pityingly and gave me my first real French lesson in France. He had me repeating, over and over again, “Ve Ve De De — Je VVouDDrais…” I had to stand there among all these brave citoyens and make a complete ass of myself. Best French lesson I ever had though. You see, my faintly English accent made the V sound like an F and the D like a T in their ears. You get my drift? I had just told the world that, “I would like to f**k some books.” Still, I got my books and made a couple of new friends at the same time. There was this rather nice Italian girl who I eventually moved in with. Those were the days.
Just like King Negrito, food sites generally leave me cold. Not yours! I shall be back to see how you get on in Gay Paree. I love that city, but it’s all very different now.
Bye
Mark