Thursday, December 13, 2012
Ever since Susie and I took the plunge and bought our Paris apartment eight years ago, I have been the cook. Over the years, I have developed a small repertory of dishes of which I am inordinately proud, as only a mediocre amateur chef can be -- grilled quail, hazelnut encrusted rabbit, five spices duck legs, coquilles St. Jacques, dorade royale [a lovely white fish], tuna, swordfish, paupiettes provencale [a cheat, these, inasmuch as they are delicious little concoctions of turkey, bacon, and farci already prepared by the local butcher]. Today, urged on by Susie, who in the day was truly a great cordon bleu cook, I bought skate at the market [or "raie,"as it is called in France.] Skate is a really scary looking thing, lying there at the fishmonger's stall as though it was ready to fly into your boat and bite you. I found a fairly simple recipe online, and tomorrow night I shall try it. Who knows, if this works, I might even try my hand at escargots!