{"id":860,"date":"2007-11-30T12:49:57","date_gmt":"2007-11-30T12:49:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mrsglaze.com\/2007\/11\/30\/trade-your-soul\/"},"modified":"2012-04-03T02:11:46","modified_gmt":"2012-04-03T02:11:46","slug":"trade-your-soul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.amyglaze.com\/trade-your-soul\/","title":{"rendered":"Trade your Soul for Sole?"},"content":{"rendered":"
Why is it that simple tasting French food is always the most difficult to prepare? For years I wondered why the classic fish dish, Sole Meuni\u00e8re<\/em> always commanded high prices in restaurants, sometimes higher than filet mignon and always wads of euros more than salmon. It’s just a whole fish cooked in brown butter with a squeeze of lemon and some chopped parsley thrown in!<\/p>\n Now I know better.<\/p>\n Just trying to skin sole will teach you why it’s so darned pricey. But more than that, the art of cooking it to perfection is just that: ART. I know because I just attempted with three expensive whole fillets that all ended up mushy. Not crispy on the oustide and flake-a-licious on the inside. Not lightly browned and opalescent white. Not nutty brown butter-ish with lemon saliva bursting sauce. And not all together served in one piece, but instead falling apart fish fingers. Bummer.<\/p>\n However, my fourth fillet I got right. And I will share with you my findings with the hopes that you will not waste your time and money as I did mine.<\/p>\n But first a little story on sole and how it took the soul of one of France’s most revered cooks, Chef Vatel.<\/p>\n Before the Roi de Soleil’s<\/em> extravagant palace of Versailles was constructed in 1682, the King traveled around the country with his aristocracy. Wherever he went they were required to go too. In this way he kept an eye on his scheming court and also kept them in dept paying for their travel expenses and hosting lavish parties in his honor.<\/p>\n In 1671, the king traveled to Chantilly to meet with his commander, Prince Cond\u00e9 before waging war on Holland. A great feast was planned hosted by the Prince for the King and his court with the aid of his “Master of Cooks”, Fran\u00e7ois Vatel.<\/p>\n The first night of feasting, a light supper was provided of turtle soup, creamed chicken fried trout (whatever that is), and roast pheasant. Seventy-five extra guests attended the party. Vatel was horrified that some of the tables at his super did not receive enough pheasant roast. (I think I would have been happy not to receive one of his roast pheasants) Although his staff assured him that he wasn’t to blame for the shortage of food and unknown quantity of royal guests, he was humiliated by this blunder.<\/p>\n No doubt his fear of failure was doubled with the failed firework show that was ruined by cloud cover and the desire to prove himself as a master chef in the absence of the King’s Chef, the god father to Haute Cuisine, Varenne.<\/p>\n At four o’clock in the morning after what he considered to be a failed first diner, Vatel was still hard at work desperately trying to secure enough food for the next day’s gala event, an even more extravagant and opulent menu of anchovies sevigne, melon with Parma ham, lobster quenelles with shrimp sauce, and filet of sole.<\/p>\n He met with a fish monger in the early hours of morning who arrived with an inadequate amount of fish. He asked the purveyor, “Is this all”? and the man replied back to him, “Yes sir” not knowing that Vatel had also ordered more from several seaport towns in France. Vatel waited hoping that more would arrive. Nothing came.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n