New Year's Revelation
What's wrong with the internship :: I haven't been cooking enough.
Cooklady's diary, as she begins culinary school
The CUESA office was sparsely occupied today, and those of us present have all been afflicted with various degrees of holiday illness. It was a quiet day, punctuated by Dexter's stream of phone conversations with vendors as they canceled their attendance at tomorrow's Market. Rain is in the forecast, and it's a holiday weekend, so the selling opportunities are doubly doomed.
Another day of no work: maybe a movie; certainly some time to read more of the stack of food-related books that Santa brought me. Right now I'm in the midst of Secret Ingredients: The New Yorker Book of Food and Drink. It's a collection of food-related articles and fiction which have appeared in the magazine over the years. It's so uniformly well written that even though I'm sure I'm not really interested after skimming the first paragraph, by the third one I'm totally hooked. Right now, I'm reading about Euell Gibbons, that prototypical Man of the Earth.
The cake was a plain genoise, and I iced it with chocolate buttercream. I might have said this before, but making buttercream is a really great kitchen adventure, requiring precision in volume, temperature, and timing, and not a little amount of faith.
The mushrooms were marzipan. I felt compelled to call everyone in the house into the kitchen to properly admire the finished product. And, man, it was delicious.
With the exception of two weeks, we now have guest chefs scheduled for the entire first half of 2008. RIght now, though, with four sleeps left until Christmas, it seems more appropriate to slow down and savor the waning minutes of 2007. I've done the bulk of my Christmas baking (white chocolate/cranberry and chocolate/pine nut biscotti; ginger spice cookies; creme fraiche coffeecakes) and (hopefully) all of the shopping, so the next few days can be spent wrapping, cooking, visiting, eating, and drinking. If I'm lucky, I'll squeeze in a viewing of "Love Actually."
Dinner, just so you know, was oysters on the half shell (extra small Hog Islands and kumamotos); cheese souffle (using roccolo, an Italian cow's milk cheese that was new to me) with a chanterelle mushroom sauce, and a salad with arugula, Asian pears, and pecans. For dessert, we had tarts from Miette: one lemon, one banana cream. The birthday boy claimed it was "better than going out." The liquor was definitely cheaper.
You know 'tis the season when your supervisor suggests conducting your (mandatory) midterm externship review in the wine bar.
The chilly breeze whipped right through my thin jeans as I stood waiting for the ferry this morning, and reminded me that in NYC, I can expect chillier. Tights might be in order, and gloves for sure.
I didn't load up too heavily on the fresh produce today, because I'll be out of town for a few days and there's no need for it to sit in the fridge. I did pick up some beautiful Cara Cara oranges, intensely flavored navels with flesh bordering on the blood orange color. Everyone's waiting anxiously for blood oranges to make their first appearance this season -- it may be Saturday. This cold weather we've been having is good for the oranges.
Our guest chef today brought all his own ingredients and equipment, so there was not much need for kitchen prep. Instead, Jason (a 12-year-old volunteer) and I took the rolling cart on an adventure to procure the roots for next week's festival. CUESA will be hosting a "root tasting," with roasted root kabobs. We picked up Tokyo turnips, red and golden beets, rutabagas, orange and yellow carrots, and black and watermelon radishes. About 20 pounds of each! Then I chopped the greens off the beets and the turnips, and bagged them separately. I could have taken some of the greens home to experiment with, except by the time I left the market, my bags were filled to overflowing.
As I worked this morning's sudoku puzzle on board the ferry, the man in the seat behind me asked if I wouldn't mind taking a picture of him and his son. As I framed their faces in the viewfinder, I asked the boy if he had the day off school. "I took him out today," the dad replied. "I'm being redeployed to Iraq in a couple of days." We chatted on and off for the balance of the ride, appreciating the day's sunny beauty (after yesterday's rain), and I learned a little bit more about him. He's a 21-year Navy veteran, in the reserves until "this" started; his mission is land-based, not ideal for a seaman; his son is a "clam chowder connoisseur," so Fisherman's Wharf was on the day's agenda, along with a cable car ride.
Today, I worked on scheduling the chefs and vendors who've responded to our call for 2008 demonstrations. And I've got a couple of new projects, internal organization as well as product research, that should keep me well occupied through the next several weeks.
We did our regular stroll around the market today, and more than one vendor, recognizing Sarah as a CUESA employee, encouraged her to use her influence to provide an awning, if not a sunny day. Only really hardy souls come to buy produce in the rain. It's a lot easier to dash into a warm, well-lighted grocery store.
First off, today was COLD at the Farmer's Market. Even our guest chef commented on it: "I'm not nervous," she told the assembled audience. "I'm shivering." I was happy to be on dish duty. The water was warm.