Friday, April 01, 2011
ocean, surprise, pie
Ocean is the word which first comes to mind.
Because they are so small and modest,violets when you spot them, as I do today, are always a surprise. Never more so you encounter them, as I do today, growing next to or near primroses.
The smell of shepherd pie drifts through the house. In its preparation, I make a brunoise of carrot, celery and onion. The smell is of the frying vegetables and now gently braising minced lamb. I use the word, brunoise but do I really know what it means? I look up brunoise in an English dictionary to see if the French word has taken root. No luck. Even Petit Larouse can't help. But Larousse Gastronomique, confirms that it consists of diced root vegetables. Juliennes, a term associated with it, are long thin strips of meat fish or vegetables. I like these words which always seem to connect to the purposeful atmosphere of the professional kitchen.