Archive | October, 2010

Frenchie and the Mini Chocolate Lava Cakes – with Blueberry-Merlot Sorbet

18 Oct

Once in a while, you just gotta have chocolate. This will fix any chocolate cravings. Remember to prepare the sorbet one day ahead at least.

Blueberry-Merlot Sorbet

2 cups (250 g) of fresh blueberries

3/4 cup (180 ml) of water

1 cup (250 g) of sugar

1 cup (250 ml) of red wine (Merlot)

1 Tbsp of fresh lemon juice

In a heavy saucepan, combine the blueberries, the sugar and water. Bring to a boil stirring constantly to help the sugar dissolve. Reduce the heat to medium and let it simmer for 1 minute. Remove from the heat, let stand aside until completely cool.

When cool, transfer to a mixer or food processor and combine the blueberry mixture with the wine and the lemon juice. Process until smooth. Cover and chill for 2 to 3 hours.

Pour the mixture in an ice cream maker and process until frozen depending on the machine and manufacturer. Put the ice cream in a container and freeze. Make the ice cream 1 day ahead of possible before serving.

Mini Chocolate Lava Cakes

4 eggs

5.3 oz (150 g) 72% dark baking chocolate

6 Tbsp of butter (80 g)

1/2 cup (90 g) of sugar

2 big spoons of flour

Another flavored chocolate bar (ginger or mint or lavender or hazelnut & currant)

Fleur de sel

Preheat the oven to 475 ° F (240 ° C or Th 8-9) and grease 6 small silicone baking cups.

Break the 5.3 oz of chocolate in small pieces and melt them with the butter in a small saucepan until smooth. Set aside.

In a medium bowl, whisk the eggs with the sugar until completely dissolved. Slowly add the 2 big spoonfuls of flour and mix well. Add the chocolate-butter mixture and mix.

To pour the batter in the baking cups, start by filling them half way only. Break the flavored chocolate bar into small squares and put 1 square in each of the cups on the batter. Finish the operation by pouring the rest of the batter in the cups and filling them to the top.

Cook in the oven for 10-12 minutes (10 minutes for a real lava experience – 12 minutes for a slightly more cooked mini cake but still lava-ish as seen on the pictures). Let them stand for 15 minutes in the baking cups before removing and serving them.

Finish off by sprinkling a small amount of fleur de sel on top of the cakes so it sits in the chocolate cracks.

Mini Chocolate Lave Cakes – with Blueberry-Merlot Sorbet


Frenchie and the Curse of the Buttery Croissant

16 Oct

On a recent trip to Iceland, I overheard a French couple staying at the same hotel complaining about the fact that there was no croissant served at breakfast. The food available for this free breakfast, since it was included with the room, was made up of regular Continental items as well as a variety of local breakfast foods such as herrings, some other pickled fish and veggies, smoked salmon etc. While I am not used to eating herring early in the morning, I jumped on the occasion to try mixing the flavors of fish with a bitter orange jelly toast on the side: when in Rome, eat as the Romans do.

The French couple probably thought they were the only French-speaking tourists in the breakfast room since most of the languages spoken around were Danish, Swedish, Icelandic sounding as well as English. They freely discussed and argued that it was un scandale that there were no bakery items available to eat and that it was absolutely dégoûtant to eat fish for breakfast.

It got me to think about this article I had read from Time Magazine about a recent poll on the World’s worst tourists. Europeans and the French especially love to call out Americans as being the worst tourists: they’re so loud, they’re so uncultured, they’re so demanding etc. But for the third year in a row, the French won the title again for worst tourists! Now how about that?? Not just elected worst tourists… re-elected for the third time. Now that’s a title you don’t want to win over and over again.,8599,1909526,00.html

So what did the French couple do in light of their croissant disappointment? They called the manager in charge and asked why there was no bakery available and if such items could be available the next morning. With a strong Icelandic accent, the poor manager tried to find his most polite English words and clearly explained that this was not something they were accustomed to serve and he pointed out the various toasts and small breakfast rolls. The French couple unable to come to terms with the idea that they would have to wait to land at CDG to smell the deliciousness of buttery croissants huffed and puffed – so French, I loved it… and yes, I do that too! – and said under their breath: “Let’s make sure next time we book a trip in a non-poor country”. Ouch!

Are the French forever cursed by the Ghost of Breakfast Past, Present and Future? Is the Mighty Croissant something we after all cannot live without? Or is it just that we’re so inflexible and so not ready to adapt that we do indeed deserve the Worst Tourist Trophy?

Croissant-Free Zone

Frenchie and the Dark Side of the Force – aka the Letter C

14 Oct

You know those t-shirts that read I’m Huge in Japan or I’m Famous in Bollywood? Well, mine should read I’m NMI in the U.S.!! Yes, I am NMI or No Middle Initial – as seen on certain formal documents. The truth is that I never questioned not having a middle name until I moved here.

Americans are very proud of their middle names. So proud, in fact, they’re featured everywhere: business cards, resumes, e-mail signatures, Facebook names, checks, credit cards, online order forms etc. It is especially strange for the French when announcing the birth of a baby: “Kelly Michelle was born on April 16”. The first time I saw this I thought “wow, Kelly Michelle is a bit of an odd name and it’s a long one too!” until I was explained that Michelle is the middle name. Not a second name like in France. A middle name.

After much reflection over the years on my middle-name-challenged persona, I came to the conclusion that a middle name must be like a second self; an entity that does not exist but follows you all your life. Almost like a twin for that matter! Gasp! Could it be one’s evil twin? An evil twin you will never get to interact with, touch or see. It only lurks in the dark side of your name by peeking its initial for the whole world to see and waiting to pounce at you like a monster during meet and greets. We all know the Force has a dark side – so could the all-powerful middle initial be that dark side of the Force? Are Jedis of the U.S. just bound to always fight their dark side creeping up their very own names?

Americans like to use their middle names in any situations especially when being introduced. “Hi my name is Jack M. Smith, nice to meet you.” I always wondered why people like to introduce themselves this way and why emphasize one’s chopped-up-evil-twin? I was really left panicked, sweaty and paralyzed when one day I met a man who told me: “Hi, I’m S. James Knox.” My eyes opened as wide as they could and I thought “OMG, his evil twin took over, it won. Set the Force free!”. I was ready to grab my lightsaber until I realized I was holding a glass of wine and thought that for once I might have had too much. I still don’t have an explanation as to why one would make mention of an initial, especially when it’s meant for a first name. If you have decided to use your middle name as your first, why still include your first initial during introductions?

Now don’t get me wrong, the French also have several names. They’re just not middle names. They are second – and sometimes third – names. As a young child, when I found out that my grandparents had several names, first I couldn’t understand what they were for, and second, I got instantly jealous. It is not rare for a child to receive his parents or grandparents first names as second or third or fourth names – all separated with a comma. These names are not mentioned anywhere other than on official documents, passports or driver’s licenses. Someone with three names like Carole, Madeleine, Marie is not uncommon. Now this person would never introduce herself other than “Carole” and would never use an initial between her first and last name. While second, third or fourth names are rarely mentioned and are possibly even unimportant in the French society, these names hold great sentimental family values for the people who wear them because of the ancestors they channel.

What’s most common in France is to give a baby a compound name. Depending on the family, city where you live, social status etc. compound names are popular. Such names are made up of two first names separated by a dash. However, strange and ugly ideas can happen to the best of us and children end up with creations like: Marie-Charline or Charles-Edouard. I’ll just leave it at that, I think we all agree here.

So here we are, in 2000, as I am getting ready to send applications for Master’s programs all over the U.S. All applications were filled the same: middle initial and/or name left blank. Answer letters from the various Colleges started to arrive and oh! surprise… someone created a middle initial for me! Holy Jamie Lee Curtis, what’s going on? I was left astonished in my apartment complex lobby, letter in hand, unopened, staring at my own name on the envelope with its evil dark side sneaking up on it. A big capital C. Christopher, Connor, Carson, Chase, Cain… what is it? Could it be Clarence? I was dying to know what had been entered in the Northwestern University computer that was apparently too old to handle moi! It was a big hit to my middle-name-therapy I was undertaking with myself at the time. Does one have to have a middle name to be accepted? Will computers in the future assign random middle names to people like me? Worst, are we all doomed to get an evil twin grafted without putting up a fight? I expressly requested from Northwestern to remove the big scary C to which they replied that their computer could not handle such a request and that they were updating their system. In any case, the letter was a refusal letter and I was very happy to oblige after all.

If you’d like to help with my middle name C search, all bets are on. For now, it shall be C-3PO.

Stuck in the Middle

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