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Obligatory Food Post Of The Week

Why, yes, I am a little obsessed with pho, thank you for noticing. And I do try to keep it under control — I limit myself to having pho once every couple of weeks so that I don’t get tired of it, and I try to eat it at different restaurants so I don’t get overdone on one place’s version (even though there is one I like head-and-shoulders above the others). Over the last couple of months, I’ve managed to inculcate my love of pho in Charlotte, so now she often accompanies me when I go out for a bowl. I’ve even had pretty good luck making it at home thanks to this crockpot recipe for broth at Steamy Kitchen. This morning I ran across this article in Smithsonian Magazine from noted food writer Mimi Sheraton about hunting for pho in the food stalls around the city of Hanoi. She also connected with a chef named Didier Corlou, a French chef who has lived and worked in Vietnam for nearly 20 years and has become the go-to guy to learn everything there is to know about pho and Vietnamese cuisine in general. Vietnamese cuisine is a unique fusion of traditional Asian cuisine and French influences, and even though pho is essentially the national dish of Vietnam, it is directly inherited from the French pot-au-feu. Just reading the article makes me want to break my self-imposed restriction and go have a bowl of pho for lunch today.

Noted British chef Rose Gray passed away a few days ago. Gray and Ruth Rogers were the chef-owners of London’s famed River Cafe, which spearheaded the revival of world-class restaurants in London in the 1980s. Americans will probably remember Gray and Rogers best from their beautifully-filmed food-porn cooking show that ran on PBS back in the 1990s; it was one of the first cooking shows to break away from the Julia Child-style 3-camera video format and feature drop-dead gorgeous photography of the food rather than the efforts of the cook. River Cafe became a spawning ground for many of the best-known chefs in Britain today, like Jamie Oliver. Rose Gray was 71.

I enjoyed this pair of posts on The Atlantic’s food “channel” from local chef Chris Parsons about competing in the Bocuse d’Or USA cooking competition. Cooking competitions are not just Food Network reality show fodder; the Bocuse d’Or competition has been around since 1987, and last year the Bocuse d’Or USA Foundation was set up by some of the best chefs in the United States to encourage young American chefs to participate. Chris Parsons had toyed with the idea of competing for years before finally giving it a serious go last year. Parson’s own restaurant recently transformed itself from a fine-dine seafood place to a more casual “comfort food” theme (though he plans to re-open Catch somewhere in Boston or Cambridge at a later date).

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Tell ‘Em “Julia Sent Me”

The Boston Globe has an article today about an underground dining club in the area, one of apparently a handful operating. According to the story, the idea kicked off in Portland, OR a few years ago and has spread around among foodie communities everywhere. Indeed, on the Food Network cooking competition show “Chopped”, they’ve had at least one “underground chef” that I can recall, who was from New York (as most of the Chopped contestants are). The idea, if you don’t bother to read the link, is that people find their way through their personal networks onto an e-mail notification list that invites them to a location (usually in someone’s home) for a dinner party. The chef prepares dinner for the 15-20 invited guests, who are expected to show up with a bottle of wine and $50 as a “suggested donation”.

Back when I was cooking, this was an idea I was very much intrigued by, but I didn’t realize at the time that it was as well-established as it seems to be. For the person doing the cooking, whether they’re a professional chef doing little gigs on the side, or a serious amateur, it offers the cooking experience reduced to its best elemental nature of doing one’s best work without the repetitiveness of banging out the same five entrees forty-seven times a night. And for the amateur chef in particular, the “suggested donations” ease the burden of the expense of simply throwing a dinner party. The guests get the reward of being able to enjoy fine cooking without the overhead of inflated restaurant prices, and probably get better food than they would in all but the really top places. The “underground” element has some implications with regards to food safety and the burden of adequate health inspection, not to mention the obvious avoidance of the Tax Man, but, hey, it’s a recession, baby.

I have two questions after reading this article: 1. how many of these supper clubs are there in the area and 2. how do I get on a mailing list?

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Ciao, Franco

Having launched Julia Child to stardom in the 1960s, in the early ’70s WGBH became the would-be staging ground for other Boston-area chefs and gourmands who wanted to find fame and fortune on television in the Age Before Cable. I was always partial to Joyce Chen’s cooking show. (A quick Joyce Chen sidebar: her original restaurant in Cambirdge closed about 10 years ago and was converted into a day care center. When we were scouting day care before Charlotte was born, it was one of the centers we visited, and even though the restaurant had been gone for a couple of years at that point, it still smelled like pork fried rice inside) WGBH put a lot of effort and promotion into another show that starred a husband and wife team of film-makers named Franco and Margaret Romagnoli; the show was entitled “Romagnolis’ Table”, featured what was then the rather exotic scope of Italian cuisine beyond the familiar spaghetti-and-meatball dinner (and prior to the Pasta Revolution of the 1980s), and hinged on the charisma and interplay of the voluble and very Italian Franco and his common-sense, lower-key wife, Margaret. That’s them in the photo above…and it’s no coincidence that Margaret looks a LOT like Julia Child in that photo, as they were hoping to attract the very same audience.

The Romagnolis produced several cookbooks during their heyday on television. Their first book, tied to the first season of their series, is still available with recent updates that reflect the changes in styles and greater familiarity of American home chefs with Italian cuisine. A second book dedicated to fish and seafood recipes is out of print, but still available from used book sellers. While there was some initial splash of popularity for the Romagnolis, they did not capture the fancy of viewers the way Julia Child or Graham Kerr did. Franco’s outsized personality was reined in too much, I think, and culinarily they were just a little too far ahead of home cooks in the early 1970s. Neither was a professional chef, but they did open several restaurants in the Boston metro area that were popular and well-regarded. I think Food Network sometimes runs their PBS series at odd times along with old “French Chef” programs, but they don’t seem to be available on any form of home video or online at this time.

Franco Romagnoli died Monday at the age of 82. In recent years, he taught cooking at Boston University in their culinary arts program and wrote both cookbooks and travel books about Italy. Boston Globe food editor Sheryl Julian remembered him in her Boston.com blog yesterday with a story about his way of mangling English and his recipe for gnocchi. Margaret Romagnoli died in 1995.

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Linkapalooza – Food And Other Delights

I had to stop watching this video because these guys were making me mental. It’s a gaggle of British geeks trying to put to the test Gordon Ramsay’s assertion that all of the recipes in his cookbooks are things that ordinary people could make at home. Except that these guys are either being deliberately obtuse or they are unimaginably stupid. Given that they’re geeks, we’ll go with a mixture of both — they are obviously trying to prove him wrong, but they also obviously know nothing about cooking when it deosn’t involve Hot Pockets (or whatever the British equivalent product is called) and a microwave. You might have more luck with it than I did.

Meanwhile, apparently Gordo’s been caught with his knickers down. The headline on that article is “Cheat And Two Veg”. HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Personally, I was hoping for something along the lines of a Spotted Dick joke, but it’s early yet. I also got a kick out of the Huffington Post’s charitable reference to the woman as a “Professional Mistress”. Oh, and here’s her blog, “Pillow Talk With Sarah J. Symonds”, in case you’re interested.

But back to the subject of food…

Maille mustard has been manufactured in Dijon, France since 1845, having been first invented more than 100 years earlier in Marseilles by Antoine Maille as a cure for the plague. Since then, Dijon has become world famous for the pungent, vinegary style of mustard that became popular in the United States in the 1980s with the success of Grey Poupon. However, as time went by, fewer and fewer mustards were actually made in Dijon except for Maille. Now there will be no more mustard made in Dijon, as the production of Maille products is moved to other factories throughout France. Back in 2000, global conglomerate Unilever, which owns everything from Slim-Fast to Vaseline, bought the Maille company, and they are consolidation production plants in France to cut costs.

This blog post at Epicurious takes a stab at predicting the food trends of 2009. Some of them are no-brainers: he preditcs that composting will be big (oh, really?) and that Starbucks’ popularity will die out in favor of local chains (with a 97% loss in profit for *$ last quarter, this is like predicting it will be dark every night). Some of them are pleasantly surprising: he thinks Portland, ME is about to become the hot new foodie town (actually, it’s been the “next big thing” for a decade, but it is about time indeed), and he says ginger is about to go big as the next must-try ingredient in cocktails. A couple of them score high on the “WTF” scale: Peruvian cuisine? Smoked foods? Anyway, save this for this same time next year to see how on-the-spot he was.

My friend Jo tipped me off to this story a couple of weeks ago: Ihsan Gurdal, the owner of the hallowed and much-loved Formaggio Kitchen in Cambridge and Boston, has been selected to receive the “Merit Agricole” medal from the government of France for his exceptional role in bringing French cheese and other fine culinary products from France to the attention of American consumers. Vive Ihsan!

Lastly, a personal item. I would like it duly noted by one and all that I manned-up and ate a full serving of brussel sprouts with my Thanksgiving dinner. I kept our dinner menu simple this year and chose to make only one green vegetable to go with the mutant turkey breast, stuffing, and roasted sweet potatoes. Bridget implored me to make the Little Green Balls of Death, as they are a favorite in her family. Initially, my reaction was to say “Hell No!”, but after finding this Mark Bittman recipe posted at Serious Eats, I relented. I also decided that in the name of holiday simplicity, I would try them myself, since a good cook always eats his own food. Charlotte, on the other hand, would not be swayed and got a serving of frozen broccoli. The recipe, like most of the things Mark Bittman comes up with, was very simple — almost as simple as the traditional preparation of boiling the little bastards — and involved ample amounts of butter and wine, which I figured would probably do as well as anything to cover up the nasty flavor. And I was right. They were edible. Bridget and her parents absolutely raved about them, so if you are one of those people who (heaven forbid) likes the LGBoD, you will probably like this recipe, too. In the future, when I am pressed upon to make brussel sprouts, this will probably be my default recipe. You can pick up your jaws now.

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