{"id":847,"date":"2012-09-30T17:06:24","date_gmt":"2012-10-01T00:06:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=847"},"modified":"2015-05-25T14:46:24","modified_gmt":"2015-05-25T21:46:24","slug":"a-galantine-of-a-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=847","title":{"rendered":"A Galantine of a Weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The galantine in its swaddling just before poaching<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A strong tinge of nostalgia comes with the notion of comfort food, though the food industry has striven hard to persuade us to indulge in the novelties they purvey whenever we seek not just nutritional satisfaction but psychological solace.<\/p>\n

Our parameters are nonetheless largely set in childhood, as far as the nutriments go, which is no doubt why fast food, however it seeks to titillate with semiotic originality and to seduce with salts and sugar, remains within the confines of convention, replicating roughly recognizable shapes and forms of carbs and protein.<\/p>\n

Apart from pumpkin pie, baked beans and gelatine deserts (score one for Jell-O), there are few vegetables on the standard lists of American comfort food, with the exception of Ronald Reagan\u2019s ketchup. Some of us keep trying to persuade ourselves that salads deliver comfort, but the case just doesn\u2019t stick.<\/p>\n

I began thinking about what makes food comfortable during a recent weekend with old friends in Winnipeg, the culinary capital of southern Manitoba. That\u2019s in Canada, let me add for geographically challenged Americans, less than a hundred miles north of the Minnesota-North Dakota boundary.<\/p>\n

Over the years we have shared meals with Paul and Natascha in Alberta, Ontario, Germany and, memorably, in Tuscany. We have also shared preparing many of those proceedings. Paul and I regularly exchange email notes on what we’re rustling up, which expression signals much about our ideal diet, so to some extent we are cooking together even when we are thousands of miles apart, the way it has been over the past two decades.<\/p>\n

Of late the two of them have become more adventurous than I am, inspired in particular by Richard Olney\u2019s\u00a0Time-Life<\/em>\u00a0series from the seventies, dauntingly its volume on\u00a0Terrines, P\u00e2t\u00e9s & Galantines<\/em>.<\/p>\n

It is flattering when friends devote time and energy to a production like galantine, this classic of\u00a0haute cuisine<\/em>. Although related to\u00a0charcuterie<\/em>\u00a0in general and based upon ancient techniques of preserving meat, thus not in the least fancy in its roots, galantine is now a show-piece involving multiple steps and procedures. The end result is a composite loaf of various meats and vegetables poached in a gelatinous stock which then, even further reduced, becomes the jelly or aspic used to decorate and accompany it.<\/p>\n

When Nasrin and I arrived on that Thursday night, much of the prep work had been done. The forcemeat was in the fridge and the stock had been simmered for long hours in the early part of the week. But there remained two evenings of work before we could sit down to devour it on Saturday night.<\/p>\n

I say \u201cwork\u201d but this was more like fun.<\/p>\n

Considerable wine and some cognac was consumed as Paul boned the chicken, Natascha rolled the ensemble in cheesecloth, transferring the cylindrical loaf into the broth, though allowing me briefly to cuddle their baby for the photo above. The next afternoon she took charge of the decorations, applying herbal leaves and edible flowers from her garden. Paul spooned over and let congeal, one after another, the several layers of aspic necessary to enclose and seal the pattern.<\/p>\n

The reader will gather that my role was strictly that of play-by-play commentator. Throughout our visit, it followed that Paul and I pursued a sporadic conversational thread on what galantine was and should be, with references not only to the Olney recipe which was their guide, but matters of related interest: Escoffier\u2019s discussion in his\u00a0Guide culinaire<\/em>, the other aspic creations in\u00a0Terrines, P\u00e2t\u00e9s & Galantines<\/em>, the fact, which became apparent the more we talked and pulled books out of his trove, that Olney was himself engaged in a dialogue with Escoffier and others when he put this version of galantine at the climax of a volume which is probably among the least popular of the twenty volume set, after\u00a0Variety Meats<\/em>, or, as it was called in the British edition,\u00a0Offal<\/em>. I suspect this relative neglect also affects his virtuoso description of how to make an aspic in\u00a0Simple French Food<\/em>, a title whose irony still brings a smile to my face, and which I highly recommend for those interested in food writing.<\/p>\n

In a sense, Olney too was cooking with others, and knew he was. Paul and Natascha were cooking alongside him too, the written words of all these recipes serving as the only intermediary possible.<\/p>\n

So what is comfort food?<\/p>\n

After the galantine of a weekend we spent in Winnipeg, I would offer the following definition:\u00a0food cooked and consumed in the presence of old friends and in the self-conscious virtual, be it only verbal, presence of all those who have shared in your making of your own repast.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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Boning the chicken<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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The boned chicken flesh<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Rolling the flesh and forcemeat in cheesecloth<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Next day, after poaching, decorating with the help of spoonfuls of melted jelly<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Did I mention the Vosne-Roman\u00e9e 1er cru?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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A strong tinge of nostalgia comes with the notion of comfort food, though the food industry has striven hard to persuade us to indulge in the novelties they purvey whenever we seek not just nutritional satisfaction but psychological solace. Our parameters are nonetheless largely set in childhood, as far as the nutriments go, which is … <\/p>\n

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