Showing posts with label Pâtisserie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pâtisserie. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

There's No Use Crying Over Curdled Cream

Well this has been quite the week-and-a-half! It contained ups and downs like no other, and had by far the most amount of class. Overall, I’m glad to be done with it. It’s tough when chefs ask you to restart a recipe or when you get flustered and drop a pot of boiling water or when chefs fight right in front of you. Each is a stress inducing item and I now have a (hopefully) temporary eye twitch (it’s très embarrassant).   

The food on the other hand…oh, the food was quite wonderful. Cakes almost every day, and kilos and kilos of butter. This week the intensive basic pastry students made Moka, Orange and Chocolate Tartelettes, Pear and Almond Crust Tarts, (chocolate) Croissants (finally!), Brioches, Pear Charlotte, and Mogador. There was obviously a ton of whisking done, and my right arm is now quite larger than my left (Lady in the Water, anyone?), not to mention the fact that in one class we were whipping cream and the air was so hot all of ours curdled. Our groans quickly made the way for laughter. 

Jacob and I are almost done with classes. These next two weeks feature our final written exam and our final practical exam. Do I feel like I’ve studied enough for either? Absolutely not. I took the written exam earlier today and…all I have to say is they could have told us that they wanted our ingredient lists memorized by today and not just by the practical test! But overall it went pretty well. The written test quizzes us on culinary terms, ingredient lists, and basic techniques. It is 10% of our final grade. That, however, pales in comparison to next week's practical exam...45% of our grade!

So here’s to a ton of studying and brushing up on my recipes. Cheers!


~Sarah

Moka (Mocha)

Orange and Chocolate Tartelettes
Caramelized pear and crisp almond crust tart (it's really called all that...)


Various Brioches

Chocolate Croissants!

Butter Croissants!

Pear Charlotte

Mogador

Monday, July 8, 2013

Dacquoise: A Real Pain in the Back

The real question of today was whether or not Dacquoises (or any other whipped-egg-white-based products) are really worth what a pain they truly are, in every way. Dacquoises are essentially cakes with a French buttercream filling. The cakes are mostly egg whites, whipped into hard peaks, and the buttercream is mostly egg yolks and butter, whipped until thick and creamy.

How do you know when you’re done? When your shoulder falls off. Le Cordon Bleu isn’t necessarily stuck in the past, but they certainly ask us to understand how food really works, so no stand mixers for us! We’re whipping everything by hand…and by shoulder, forearm, wrist and fingers. I swear I'm in need of a chiropractor to fix whatever I broke earlier today in practical.

However, that sort of work and pain causes me to smile and giggle and bond better with my classmates. I’m okay looking weak because, hey, I don’t have strong shoulder muscles, especially in the shoulder I broke a few years ago, and it’s rather funny to look around at all of our strained, pained faces with nothing to comfort us but the fact that the sound of our whisks hitting the bowls is loud enough to cover up our moans.
So, was Dacquoise really worth it today? I’m still not sure. Maybe you can decide. 


~Sarah 




Dacquoise with a praline French buttercream and an almond paste rose


I don't know where I got this pose from, but I guess I'll stick with it!
(Must be the back pain, causing me to hunch permanently)


Sunday, July 7, 2013

D-éclair-ing us acclimated!

By that mean we’ve become acclimated to just about everything! To the city, to(o) much of French culture, and, most importantly for us, to our classes.

This week has been so incredibly trying, but so incredibly rewarding, for me. Essentially, what Jacob went through last week I went through this week: most days were nine hour days AND I was the assistant. So there was a lot going on and I was the main one being yelled at when something went wrong. (Although, admittedly, I DID only bring up half the lemons we needed, so running back down to the sous sol was necessary and I at least partially deserved the yelling).

What I learned from today is that Jacob and my classes, cuisine and pâtisserie respectively, work entirely differently. I got out of my practical a bit early and stood outside Jacob’s practical, just listening. It seemed so much more individual in his class, whereas in my practicals we do a lot for each other. We have a team atmosphere most of the time when we’re in the kitchen, and Jacob says sometimes it feels that way, and other times it doesn’t. I’d say I want to experience a cuisine practical, but ours seems much calmer. ;-)

We’ve done a ton this week, though a lot of it consisted of applications of techniques from last week: more sweet tart crusts and choux pastry, and finally a lot of recognizable pastries! Perhaps you wouldn’t know each by their French titles, but consider Gateau Basque, palmiers, chausson aux pomme, eclairs, and chouquettes.

I sadly wasn’t able to get great photos of each of my creations from practicals, but here are a few for the time being, as well as a picture of our kitchen! My partner and I set up fast and we had downtime, so I managed to snag a picture of what the kitchen looks like all set up, right before everyone enters and begins cooking. 

Cake aux fruits (Pound cake with candied fruit) and Madeleines

Palmiers (Palms)

All the above as well as Chaussons aux pommes (Apple turnovers)

Éclairs!


Chouquettes

The kitchen right after prep and before students enter.
That's Chef Pascal in the back, cooking up some macarons before class begins. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The Falls Come Before the Pride

I realize that isn’t the right expression, but here, it’s true. After messing up a few times and beating myself down I came up with a mantra: this doesn’t mean anything. This whole course that I’m doing is meant to be fun and enlightening and exciting, not a tool to aid in my self-worth’s demise. So before my nine hour day yesterday I told myself all of that, and the result below is something I wouldn't have posted otherwise.

I’m finally, FINALLY, proud enough of some piece of work I have done that I’m willing to post a picture of it. The caramel is overcooked, and the piping on the sides is a total mess, but I was smiling almost the whole time in the kitchen yesterday (aside from the times where I was running around screaming “Chaud devant!” so everyone would get out of my way).

Why was I smiling? Because I love baking and I have always loved baking, regardless of mess-ups. For once I’m looking to get into my head and stay there because when it’s you and a giant super-cold marble table and some flour, everything is so perfect.

Saint-Honoré (Sweet pastry crust, choux pastry, chantilly cream, and caramel)




And a bit of a sneak-peak into our kitchen. You can’t quite imagine it, I doubt…but it’s amazing. Especially when our practical is in P3, the kitchen reserved for patisserie.



~Sarah



Saturday, June 29, 2013

It's Been a Hard Day's Night

Naturally, Jacob and I are assured some tough days. Homesickness aside, if you’ve ever cooked before you can relate to being at least a little bummed when something doesn’t turn out how you want.

I know at home I was always upset with myself when I burned something or forgot something silly in the recipe or just plain did something wrong, and generally I was just serving it to friends or family. Now add in a professional chef, often the best of the best, and you can imagine how much more pressure there is and how much harder the fall is when you fail, even if it's just a part of a practical.

We share these large (and beautiful) kitchens with 9-13 people each practical, so not only is there chaos, but there’s also an underlying competitive tone that just doesn’t suit me. Give me a kitchen and a chef to yell at me and I swear I’d be as happy as a clam (why, oh why, does that expression exist? I’m hoping Jacob finds out whenever he does clams). But this is just part of the process. I rather enjoy practicals and look forward to the day when I can pretend to be in the kitchen alone, no inhibitions.

Here’s to moving forward from failed Classic French Apple Tarts!


~Sarah