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December 30, 2008

Christmas blessings in Ankara

Filed under: Soup,soup recipes — pat @ 1:12 pm
Fatos in the kitchen

Fatos in the kitchen

lentil soup in snowy Ankara

lentil soup in snowy Ankara

You know you’re in Nanna heaven when you wake up on Christmas eve morning in central Turkey and find your world suddenly covered in a thick blanket of snow…with grandchildren pulling off your wool one and telling you to get your *** out of bed, downstairs, and outside to build a snowman.

Oh, you don’t think that’s enough to qualify for heaven? How about coming back into the house, hands stinging with cold, to find Fatos in the kitchen making a big pot of mercimek çorbas?

Fatos rushes up to me, brandishing a 12-inch chef knife and a can of tomatoes. Before I have time to get scared, I figure out she’s telling me that she usually opens cans with a knife, but it’s just not working on this American can. I rummage around and find the can opener. Then stick around to watch her bring the tomatoes to boil with water in a kettle, add handfuls of red Turkish lentils, masses of salt, spicy red pepper, and garlic. That’s it. In another pot, she boils up bulgur with brown lentils and lots of salt. Thirty minutes later, we’re all at the table. The soup is simple but great–and when we get close to the bottom of our bowls, she shows us we should spoon in the thick bulgur to absorb the last bits of soup and eat until we feel like we are bursting. Everyday lunch in Turkey. Why not try Ezo Gelin corbasi, a traditional wedding lentil-bulgur soup complete with tragic story, for the best of both worlds?

There’s more to Turkish soups than lentils, though. My Paris neighbor David Berry, in fact, claims that Turkish soups are the best in the world, and he tells endless stories of fabulous meals in odd places that all boil down to a Turkish chef in the kitchen.

Here’s another one to support his claim: Christmas shopping at the lush Panora mall in Oran, Angi, the 4 kids, and I stop for a snack at the food court. Not your usual pizza/taco/wok n’ roll/chick fil-A kind of a place. Almost all Turkish specialties…and each shop has its own homemade soup. Decisions, decisions. We stop at FISHO and my bowl of balik corbasi is so yummy, so creamy, so nicely spiced, and so packed with tender white fish, that I just had to track it down for you:

BALIK ÇORBASI, for 6 people

2-pound red gurnard or other tasty whole fish
1 onion, peeled and sliced
12 black peppercorns
1 dried chili pepper
3 sprigs parsley
2 cups celeriac root, peeled and cut into small cubes
2 cups potato, peeled and cut into small cubes
2 carrots, peeled and cut into small cubes
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, peeled and cubed
6 Tablespoons minced parsley
2 egg yolks
1/2 cup lemon juice
Black pepper, salt, turkish red pepper (pul biber)

In a large saucepan, put the fish, onions, black pepper, red chile, and parsley sprigs in 12 cups of cold water, bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 30 minutes. Strain, ideally through cheesecloth layers, into another saucepan, letting the fish cool in the strainer. Bring the strained stock to a boil then add cubed carrot, celeriac, potato, onion, and garlic. Reduce heat to medium and boil the vegetables until soft, about 45 or more minutes. Peel the skin off the fish and remove all the bones, then scrape large chunks of pure fish into the soup and also the minced parsley. Season to taste with salt, pepper, and red pepper. Beat the egg yolks and lemon juice together, then add a cup of the hot broth to it, beating constantly; pour into the soup and let it thicken. Ladle into bowls and top with a lemon slice, minced parsley, and a sprinkling of hot pepper.

And did I mention the sweet spice of people strolling by and stopping to hug the grandkids and offer them treats? How about the guy who took a fancy to 18-month-old Cort and carried him off to buy him a race car at the local toy store? Just to be nice. Surely there’s no place on earth with a more generous and child-friendly people.

December 23, 2008

Just in time for Christmas: Russian Borscht

Filed under: History and culture,Soup,soup recipes — pat @ 2:04 pm
All the makings of a great holiday borshch

All the makings of a great borshch

Enough to send you off carolling

Enough to send you off carolling

Way back in 1997, not long after I’d launched soupsong.com, Sándor Fenyvesi–air traffic controller at Budapest approach–contacted me over my website with this great recipe for borscht, which he’d acquired under the communist regime when he was sent as an 18-year-old Hungarian boy to a special school in Latvia. Thus began a great friendship between my family and his. We freely exchanged recipes between our websites, exchanged life stories and points of view, and met for the first time in Budapest in 2000 when I was in town measuring the Hungarian Police Museum for an exhibit the FBI was about to mount there.

What is it about soup lovers? Every contact I’ve made over my website has turned into a love feast. Sanyi and Kati welcomed me into their home, introduced me to their 3 young boys, and fed me Hungarian delicacies–a truly exquisite day.

Yet who could have predicted that 8 years later their eldest son Gergely would end up in Paris, a bright and raging capitalist at Société Générale? That’s him in the picture. He’s come to dinner when my family has been in town. He’s taken care of my cat Min and my apartment when I was in Amman. Now we are occasional and enthusiastic partners in soupmaking.

It was freezing when he arrived on Saturday morning with a fine bottle of Château Les Ancres 2005, a Grand Vin de Bordeaux, in hand. We stashed it in the kitchen, picked up the market bag, read over his Dad’s recipe, and headed to the fabulous open air food market on av. Woodrow Wilson, bottom of the 16th Arr. You see the results in front of him–gorgeous beef bourguignon with some bone thrown in; slab of bacon; veggies freshly pulled from the ground; herbs; seedy pumpernickel bread; crème fraîche d’Isigny. He’d also brought an ace up his sleeve–a special borscht flavor pack from his Ukrainian friend Marika.

Let me tell you, this was a day’s work, thanks to making the beef stock from scratch–and we loved it that way: time to do some Christmas shopping, time to watch Claude Chabrol’s “This Man Must Die”, even time to open that great wine as we were getting close, “just for a sip.” Then the payoff, which you can see with your own eyes. Absolutely heavenly layers of flavors and textures and colors.

Doesn’t it put you in the Christmas spirit for this eminently Christmas soup from the Ukraine and Russia? Gergely and I highly recommend that you dust off that soup kettle and get to work. You’ll find Sanyi’s recipe at Soupsong’s Ukrainian Borscht.

And stay tuned for future adventures into soupmaking with my Hungarian connection. “Are you telling me,” said Gergely in astonishment, “that you don’t know Újházy Tyúkhúsleves?” Sounds like a January project to me….

December 17, 2008

Urbanspooning at Le Gorille Blanc

Filed under: History and culture,Restaurant review,Soup — pat @ 10:03 am
Yes, I'm a fan of urbanspoon.com

Yes, I'm a fan of urbanspoon.com

Plus I make great soup

Plus I make great soup

Back in September, when I was hyperventilating over the beauty of my just one-year-old granddaughter Rosalind in Seattle, I got taken out to lunch by the urbanspoon.com guys, where daughter Meg had been working part time. Don’t know about urbanspoon.com? You should. Among other amazing things that it does, it lets you use the GPS on your ipod to locate the closest, say, SOUP restaurant to your own two feet at that moment, then draws you a map to get there and lets you read reviews about it before you walk through the door. I tried it out on Patrick’s ipod–incredible and incredibly easy. Plus I got the t-shirt. “Take it to Paris,” Adam said, “we’d love to urbanspoon that city too.”

So when Ana suggested we Pudlo on Friday night, I finally remembered to pop the t-shirt in my bag for a trial spin.

Pudlo?

That’s the brilliant Gilles Pudlowski’s restaurant guide of Paris. Ana and I go Pudloing the way Oscar Wilde’s Algy Moncrieff goes Bunburying.

La Gorille Blanc is a Pudlo “Special Favorite.” It’s in the 7th Arrondissement on the Left Bank, within spitting distance of the great Bon Marche department store and food emporium. Bernard Arény has made a truly sweet spot of it, bringing in a great chef with a fabulous menu, and consecrating the place to Flocon de neige (Snowflake), the astonishing albino gorilla who was captured in equitorial Guinea by the Fang tribe in 1966 and thence transported to the Barcelona zoo. Snowflake lived to the great age of 40 and fathered some 21 babies, none of them albinos. When Arény visited him in Barcelona, it was love at first sight.

The restaurant is tiny, charged with a warm, rich, and silvergleaming atmosphere, and hung with portraits of Snowflake. Ana and I are the first people in the place (typical Americans–”only” 7:30 pm) and it’s a good thing, cause we cheerfully go about making asses out of ourselves. “Ha ha ha,” says Ana, “My friend is going to write up this evening’s meal on the Internet, is it okay to use the camera?” “Ha ha ha, oh yes, that’s fine,” says the darling waitress. M. Arény is in the background, very chic in his brick red shirt and black trousers. Ana takes a picture of me tucking the Urbanspoon t-shirt under my jacket and posing next to a picture of Snowflake climbing a ladder. Nope, can’t see the logo. How about putting the t-shirt logo on top of the photo? Non, non, non! M. Areny rushes up with a different and great photo of Snowflake’s head and takes over the stage managing of the whole shot, pictured. We love it and hope you do too. And we’re all relieved that we got THAT out of the way.

Now we’ve ordered. We’re embarked on a lovely pichet of St. Emilion Bordeaux. And oh la la, the soup arrives and it’s gorgeous! Un velouté de chataignes en cappuccino aux cèpes séchés, or creamy chestnut soup with a porcini mushroom emulsion, splashed with paprika and topped with chervil. Oh my. Ana and I both want to dive in head first, but the staff springs into photography support. I take a picture with the flash and it doesn’t do the dish justice. Candlesticks appear from all directions and we end up with the photo you see. It DOES do the look of the soup justice, but not the taste and feel. The soup is light, rich, and sweet but goes into palate overdrive when paired with the musky froth of deeply flavored mushrooms. Something to suck through your teeth and savor in small swallows, if only you had that kind of self control.

And the rest of the dinner follows suit, Ana so happy with la terrine de champignon à la crème d’ail (mushroom terrine) and both of us with le fricassé de lapin et oignons aux raisins secs (stewed rabbit), not to mention the superb desserts–price for each of us, including wine and tip, 45 euros. Not bad!

We highly recommend it: LA GORILLE BLANC
11 bis, rue Chomel
75007 Paris
01.45.49.04.54

I’ll work on developing a recipe for this marvelous chestnut soup, but in the meantime, if you simply must have chestnut soup today, try the much heartier Hungarian recipe for Creamy Chestnut and Smoked Ham Soup on my website.

December 10, 2008

Here’s looking at you, Dad

Filed under: Soup,soup recipes — pat @ 10:00 am
A toast to quick healing

A toast to quick healing

French chicken soup will drink to that

French chicken soup will drink to that

My Dad took an awful fall this past Friday night and split his hip bone in half.  Not something a former B-29 pilot likes to admit, even if he is an octogenarian+ with the weakest pins a man could ever be cursed with.  The good news is that it happened in Durham, NC, and he’s in the great Duke hospital for care–now titanium/ceramic man, convalescing with a hip replacement.  The bad news is that it happened in Durham, NC, and I’m here in Paris, France, feeling like a complete dumbbell of a daughter.

When in doubt, make soup.  In this case, I made a completely magnificent chicken stock last night and got in tonight from work to skim off the congealed fat and find it pure, strong, and heady.  Add pressed garlic, soup noodles, salt, and white pepper.  Toss in chopped greens at the end and top with parsley.  It’s called Savoyarde soupe de fides and is a soup famous for curing farmers in the snowy French Alps of what ails them.  You DO know about chicken soup curing what ails you, right? So why not use it to hasten the cure of a hip replacement?  That’s what I’m thinking.

There it is pictured, can’t you just smell the fragrance and imagine biting into those slices of pavé châtaigne pain (chestnut bread) slathered in AOC butter…sipping that glass of flinty Sancerre?

Open your mouth wide, Dad.  I’m about to email you some big spoonsful of Soupe de Fides. I think I can already hear the sweet sounds of it knitting your bones back together.

Soupe de Fides (for 2)

3 cups rich chicken stock
1 garlic clove, pressed
1/2 cup broken-up fine soup noodles
1/4 cup chopped fresh greens and herbs
salt and white pepper to taste
sprigs of parsley to garnish

Bring the stock to a boil over medium-high heat with the garlic and cook for a minute.  Add noodles and cook, uncovered, until they’re just done, from 3-5 minutes.  Add the greens/herbs just as you take the pan off the fire.  Stir, season with salt and pepper, ladle into two bowls, and top with sprigs of parsley.

Bon appetit…and get better, Dad.

December 5, 2008

What’s up, docteur?

Filed under: Restaurant review,Soup,soup recipes — pat @ 10:48 pm
A humble version of Crème Crécy, but in a proud setting

A humble version of Crème Crécy, but in a proud setting

View from the Louvre cafe, spiraling down the Pei pyramid into the heart of the old castle

View from the cafe, spiraling down the Pei pyramid into the heart of the old castle

Such a miserable day. Cold rain coming down in buckets. Clearly time to execute my fave rainy lunchtime activity: Dash to the metro at Place Concorde, jump up two stops on Line 1, and worm my way underground to the Carrousel entrance of the Louvre. I’ve got the Bronzes Français exhibit on my mind. But as I start up the escalator to the Richelieu wing, I’m assailed by a tantalyzing aroma …and spot a café just right there on the balcony. No harm in seeing what’s on the menu.

Oh my, Bugs Bunny would be excited:  a steaming cauldron of Crème Crécy for 4,20 euro a shot. I can’t resist. There you see it–carrots times a thousand; piping hot; the first sip so sweet that you think the Louvre must surely be shopping at the local bio farm; a dash of white pepper, undersalted, tiny little sprigs of curly parsley. It’s exactly like so many French household soups: plain, pure, light, yet filling your belly and warming you up.

Carrots in France.  Totally interesting.  The French didn’t love them until well into the Middle Ages (originally from Afghanistan, they came in red, purple, black, yellow, and white varietals and weren’t hybridized to beta-carotene orange til the Dutch got their hands on them).  Then docs prescribed them for everything from sexual maladies to snakebite.  For good eyesight too, of course.  And the best ones were grown in Crécy, which famously gave the name to the classic carrot soup of France.  But Crécy-en-Ponthieu, the site of the English victory in 1346, up near Abbeville…or Crécy-en-Brie, to the east of Paris, in the cheese and sugar-beet district of the Marne?  I wouldn’t dream of chiming in on this enduring controversy.

But the fact is, this soup–evolving from purée to potage to crème–is eloquent, in its own way, and will definitely (according to my English grandmother) improve your eyesight. Why don’t you just drop everything and fly to Paris to take in both this humble purée AND the Louvre?

No? Well, it’s easy enough to put this soup on your table, wherever you are, and quickly, AND in a pumped up Escoffier version that is fabulous:

Crème Crécy for 4 people

2 Tablespoons butter
4 medium carrots, peeled and thinly sliced
1 onion, diced
4 cups chicken stock
1/2 cup rice
1 Tablespoon sugar (the sweetness!)
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup cream
salt and white pepper to taste
2 Tablespoons finely minced parsley
1 Tablespoon butter

In a large pot, melt the butter over medium low heat and toss in the carrots and onion. Cover and cook slowly for 15 minutes. Add the stock, rice, sugar, salt, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 45 minutes. Purée in a blender, add the cream and parsley, and return to a simmer. Season with salt and white pepper to taste. If you want a thinner soup, add hot water to taste. Simmer for 5 minutes then swirl in the butter. Ladle into bowls and top with a parsley leaf.

Bon appetit! And yes, despite what you read in the American press, the French ALWAYS say Bon Appetit before tucking in, and with a great twinkle in their eye, so happy to be eating a fine meal.

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