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Galette des Rois
In Episode 309 of Katia and Kyliemac V.O., I talked about the Galette des Rois that the boys, Mamie and I dined upon.
The galette is a flaky pastry cake, generally filled with frangipane (almond), and is eaten in January to celebrate Epiphany - the day the three wise men visited the baby Jesus.
Mamie couldn't remember the name of all three of the magi, and I could only remember what they brought the baby Jesus, so I had to look them up. Thanks google! So if it's ever a trivia question for you, here is the answer: Gaspard, Balthazar and Melchior.
If you want a far more eloquent explanation, and that from a French person, head over to Clotilde's Chocolate and Zucchini blog (she actually makes one!!)
So the 8-year-old popped under the table, since he's the youngest, to decide who gets each piece. It's a part of the tradition. And, to my surprise, named me as the first galette slice receiver.
Now, I've eaten more than a few of these with the boys, as well as with others, and I have NEVER found the "fève" - which is a little porcelain figurine hidden inside the galette. This year I can no longer say that. For the first time in my galette-eating history, I found the fève.
Yay me.
This means that I got the crown, which, yes, I still have somewhere...
chocolates from the mayor
Apparently, the Mayor of Paris offers those Parisians of a "certain age" a box a chocolates at the end of the year.
This is the interesting fact I learned today.
Here is this year's box -
From what I understand, this is something that was started by a previous mayor as a way to encourage fuzzy feelings for reelection and has since become somewhat of a tradition. This is also something that perhaps the current mayor would like to "supprimer"* - which would not make him very popular and perhaps discourage his reelection. Hence, at least for the time being, it's still a line item in the budget...
*supprimer = delete or eliminate
Christmas lights
I found myself over at Galeries Lafayette the other day (one of the major department stores in Paris), and let out a squeal of excitement at the building, all lit up with bright lights and covered in christmas decorations.
Galeries Lafayette, from across the street
The giant Christmas tree, view from the 3rd floor
The famous dome, with giant giftboxes hanging from the ceiling
I ooh-ed and ahh-ed for a while, then headed over to Lafayette Gourmet, the place where you can find pretty much anything you want to eat. For a price, of course.
But since when have they stopped carrying Cadbury? Or was I only imagining that they did?
The booty shot
The glorious English booty, sent to us by the lovely listener Julien, as discussed on episodes 297 & 298.
Click to embiggen - I love that you can see the k&k chat and all ;)
Oh. And Steve was frisked before he left the building.
Coolio.
I would personally like to thank one Mr. Saville for managing to bring from the states the PROPER stuff to put on pumpkin pies.
the proper stuff in my humble opinion, of course. i'm sure others will be scandalized.
Mr. Saville, i thank you.
special thanks goes to Ksam who took the photo since my batteries ran out.
Big fish
Whilst I might be fussy about things that come from the insides of animals (hello? tripe? brains?), I will eat just about anything that comes from the sea. Most Sundays we try to get to the market and pick up enough seafood for a couple of meals. I find it so exciting to discover different varieties of the same things we have in Australia.
At the moment I have a special penchance for oysters (especially the little round flat ones from Brittany), sea snails (it is imperative that bulots be eaten with freshly made mayonnaise) and razor clams (I fell in love with couteaux in Spain and now I can't get enough).
Occasionally we'll make it to the big supermarkets and get our fix there. It's kindof hard to get an idea of the scale in this photo, but behind the trays of bulots, langoustines, bigorneaux, crevettes grises and crab, was a spectacular fish, about a metre long. A couple of French people behind us gagged when they saw it. We giggled.
Slim pickings
In terms of mushrooms, the pickings are slim this year (as we discussed on k&k episode 290), but there were lots of noxious mushrooms around.
But I did manage to find the motherlode of all Laccaria amethystea (Amethyst Deceiver). Whilst edible, my in-laws tell me that these are rather bitter, and are generally only added to a dish of mushrooms to add a splash of colour.
I just like to pick them. Cos they're pretty.
Tasting
Dining at the 3 Michelin starred restuarant of Régis & Jacques Marcon in Saint-Bonnet-le-Froid was an amazing experience, one I will never forget - the company, the setting, the amazing food all made it a wonderful moment in time.
As promised in k&k episode 290, here are a few photos from our evening... To say that "this was the salmon dish" or "this was seafood" seems like it's almost a blasphemy to the combination of 17,000 other flavours present in each dish. My iphone photos don't do this incredible meal justice, but check out my flickr stream to see for yourself...
Note that there is not a single mushroom present in any of my dishes. Although there were a few things in the shape of mushrooms... Can you spot them?
un café gourmand
un café gourmand was something i'd seen on a menu or two - i wasn't sure what it was, but assumed, using my stellar translation skills, that it was some kind of fancy coffee.
café = coffee
gourmand = gourmand
i was hopeful that it was something similar to an irish coffee.
it wasn't.
a café gourmand is the normal little espresso which is a typical way of finishing off a meal in France - but in addition to the coffee, you also get a small selection of mini desserts - generally three or four. so it's a perfect way to end a meal if you want just a bit of something sweet - and don't want to feel like a glutton.
this is one that vivi enjoyed on my recent visit to see her in champagne - complete with some sort of delicious chocolate browning with "crème anglaise", mini magnum (ice cream), mini macaroon, and mini-creme brulée.
the stash. courtesy of canuckflack.
one of the perks of doing the podcast is having the opportunity of meeting many of you guys when you come to Paris for a visit. and very often you bring us treasures.
here's the stash that canuckflack brought us on his recent trip to the City of Lights. you can listen to us eating these goodies in Episode 285 of Katia and Kyliemac V.O.
thanks, canuckflack!
warning: the katia and kyliemac empire strongly advise avoiding the dark pink bottlecaps, allegedly "cherry". the empire takes no responsibility for those listeners not heeding this recommendation. eat at your own risk.
I do give a fig
There is a stall in our local market that is always swarming with 3 times as many people as any of the other stalls. It's certainly not the cheapest stall, and the fruit and vegetables are not the prettiest, but it's the only stall that has locally sourced produce, with 100% of it from France.
Whilst eating locally is a trendy concept nowadays, it's hard for Parisians (or suburbanites like us) to access truly locally grown food. Where my in-laws live in the country, they have many more options - but for the Ile-de-France region, wiith so many people in such a small space, local produce can be really expensive, and it's cheaper for many people to simply go to the big supermarket chains and buy fruit and vegetables from other European countries, Africa or even as far as Asia or the Americas.
With our discovery of this single market stall - they only sell items that are in season and are grown from France - we've stopped buying fresh produce from anywhere else. Their stuff is so damn good that I don't mind paying more, and I feel like we can finally join the "trend" of moving towards a more sustainable planet... Hopefully more stall owners will follow the trend and fresh, locally grown produce will become more accessible to more people.
This morning, they had figs at the market... they were the best figs I've eaten in a really really really long time...
I've eaten 6 so far.
Breakfast on the go
You've got to appreciate life's little pleasures where you can.
Today : a fresh pain au chocolat and a steaming, hot cup of coffee.
Sure, it's at my desk (where I'm spending much of my life at the moment), but I make sure I take the time to enjoy it.
There is nothing better for breakfast than the gooeyness of still-warm chocolate in my pain au chocolat.
A nice, quiet Sunday
The deliciousness of red wine, home made beef bourguignon and ice-creamy tiramisu put us into a food coma this afternoon.
But once we had dosed ourselves up with coffee, Muffin Man and I taught everyone how to play Carcassone.
Unsurprisingly, it got nasty, as insults flew around the room and we got very defensive over our "tiny men".
But boy is it FUN.
Eating our way through Lebanon #218
The Muffin Man and I spent a week in Lebanon visiting my sister and her husband (who were there to see his family), en route to Australia for a summer holiday.
Most of our time was spent eating, digesting, partying, sleeping and eating a bit more.
After a late night out, somehow we managed to get up early and found ourselves at Manara Palace, a restaurant on the coast road in central Beirut. After downing a couple of cups of strong Arabic coffee, we had the courage to face a buttery-honey-yoghurt mixture, beans and olive oil, man'ouche stuffed with all sorts of delicious things. And pickles. And arghilas (hookahs). At breakfast. All with the ocean at our feet.
There were even a couple of guys fishing, sitting on various posts set up for that purpose and snorkelling. It took all my will not to wade out and join them.
one of the things we don't have in france
and one of the things i'll be stocking up on while i'm home...
(thanks to intern noonan and all the others who have sent us these delicious goodies!)
canelé
canelés have no cinnamon in them.
i thought that they would when i first heard the word: canelé. since the word for cinnamon in french is cannelle, the confusion is understandable. frog's mum explained that it was the shape that gave them their name.
while on our mini-break we made some of our own - well, actually, frog's mum made them - but we all watched. and here are the results that made a tasty dessert (here exhibited with vanilla ice cream).
interested in making your own? Clotilde from Chocolate and Zucchini has a recipe on her blog with a bit of the history of this tasty treat!
Indian tour of Paris
Last night Animesh kindly gave us a gastronomic tour of Indian Paris. He started off with a lecture on the different types of Indian food (which included a description of soil types. yes, it was that detailed), and we rapidly found ourselves transported to India.
Frog showed off yet another one of his superpowers by drawing a map of India so we could discuss regional specialties.
There were no saris involved. I was a bit disappointed about that, but I soon forgot about it when the food arrived. Yuuuuuum.
Animesh had the Indian equivalent of a tv dinner. I should note that I made him pose with a fork, as normally he would never eat with cutlery.
Then we all abandoned the cutlery... Because as my dad says, fingers were invented before knives and forks.
Forget the Frenchified versions that you find in most restaurants here, with too much butter and cream. For real Indian food in Paris, this place is it.
Bhai Bhai Sweets
83 rue du Faubourg Saint Denis
75010 Paris
macarons de saint-emilion
it's important to know that not all macarons are alike - the ones you can find in paris at ladurée or pierre hermé are not at all like the ones we had in saint-emilion. but that doesn't make them wrong, just different.
introducing the macarons de saint-emilion.
the three things frog's dad taught us that a good macaron should be:
moelleux
sec
croustillant
you can hear about our macaron adventures at 33 minutes of episode 256.
Proud cupcakes
In the Marais, during Gay Pride.
It's a splended cupcakery, and it took all my will not to buy all this deliciousness.
Glimpse of a French Sunday market
Item #5,227 on the Booty Shelf
It was after midnight. Kylie, the Muffin Man and I were in the Studio, watching various SNL shorts, when a sugar craving came upon us.
We raided the freezer, coming up with a tub of vanilla ice cream. "I know just the thing to go on top!" I exclaimed. I rummaged around in the cupboard and found a bottle of Ice Magic* sent to us by a listener last year. The Muffin Man looked at me, perplexed. "It's chocolate sauce," I replied. "I'll bring it in to you."
Minutes later, I waltzed into the studio with 3 bowls of ice cream covered in Ice Magic. A look of wonder and surprise came over the Muffin Man's face as he tapped on the Ice Magic incredulously. "But it's GONE HARD!" He said. "Like Magic," I replied.
And thus was the Muffin Man's first experience with Ice Magic.
This hilarious moment was brought to you by Bliss.
* Ice Magic (Australian English) = Magic Shell (American English)
Let them eat (cup)cake(s)
Sugar daddy.
It still cracks me up, so I giggled the whole time I was making the icing for my cupcakes (3 types! strawberry, vanilla and lemon (pictured)).
Sucre glace = icing sugar
In a jam
On brioche, in a pot of plain yoghurt, the French love their home made jam.
The Muffin Man makes his own jam, just like his mum does, just like his grandmother did, and just as I'm sure generations before her did as well. It's a thing of tradition. And of pride.
So when Variri gave us each a pot of her confiture, we knew it was special. (Either that, or she had made a bad batch and she was trying to get rid of it. hehe.)
It was damn good jam.
un pot : jar
la confiture : jam
See also : episode 246, towards the end.
Retrieval operation
Dear Katia,
Please consider eating your breakfast at home where you can freely retrieve crumbs that have fallen down your top, instead of at the office where you are obliged to excuse yourself from the room three times in order to perform retrieval operations. Pétit Dejeuner crumbs are itchy.
Love
Katia
as seen in the supermarket
frozen sushi.
yeah.
i thought so too. oxymoronic much? i thought the point was that it was supposed to be FRESH fish.
Gariguettes
It's strawberry season in France. Which means I'm on the hunt for a special French variety called the Gariguette. They're extra-sweet, very fragile and far more flavour-filled than traditional strawberries (which are usually water-logged and uninteresting, needing copious amounts of sugar to make them tasty). They're well worth the extra moolah to get a generous barquette. Or two.
I poured a little eau de vie de fraise des bois on top, just because I could.
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