I start out the afternoon more Lucille Ball
than Julia Child.
As I prepare to leave the house, I grab my one and only apron (black w/Starbucks logo that came free with snazzy espresso machine) and -- HORRORS -- it is not clean! I had worn it to bake cookies (and --poor family --I rarely bake). Imagine streaks of white flour smeared across the black fabric. Somewhere I imagine Julia tsk-tsking in disapproval. I'm just sure she always wore a beautifully clean white apron! I grab a damp towel and try to make it look at least halfway presentable.
I get in my car and happily drive toward my destination:
In Good Taste (Lake Oswego), enjoying the beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon.
Unfortunately, I am supposed to be at
In Good Taste (Portland, in the Pearl District).
Hurry, hurry It would have been only 18 miles if I had gone straight from Hillsboro to Portland, but I somehow managed to almost double my trip. Hurry, hurry! Class starts in 5 minutes and I have over 10 more miles to go!
As I drive, I realize that although I have been to the store in the Pearl several times, the address has completely slipped out of my panicked mind. So -- I quickly decide to call my sister, who lives in the Pearl. But -- new State cell phone laws prohibit hand held and I have yet to update my million years old cell (no speaker phone feature and no ear piece). Okay -- will get to the Pearl, find a parking spot, and call. Oops. I left my cell phone at home! D'oh!
I get to the Pearl and drive around a few blocks hoping to just bump into the store, then end up parking by my sister's building and calling her on the security system. It surprises her so much that I am there and asking for an address RIGHT NOW, that she gives me the wrong address. I run around the Pearl, ask for help at a Ben and Jerry's, then finally rush into the store breathless and a little sweaty. Good thing I am wearing my running shoes (they suggested closed toe, flat shoes for comfort). Whew! I am there!
They are so lovely at In Good Taste. At least three different people apologized to me. As if being late and missing the first 20 minutes of the class was somehow their fault. I had so much fun, learned a lot, and got to talk food and wine with wonderful instructors and some great classmates.
I am listing the menu for fun, but I forgot to take my camera to class, so I found similar pictures from the internet. I will post pictures in another post as I recreate these dishes at home.
Celebrating Julia Menu:
Pissaladière Niçoise (basically, a carmelized onion tart, with olives and anchovies)
Artichokes with Hollandaise Sauce
(Our hollandaise looked prettier, was warm, and was served in little cream pitchers)
Frisèe Salad with Poached Egg and Lardons
Bœuf Bourguignon over Buttered Noodles (This looks pretty close to what we made, but we had noodles rather than the bread pictured)
Chocolate Soufflé with Crème Anglaise
Wine Pairings:
Louis Perdrier Champagne (served with the onion tart)
Mad Fish 2005 Sauvignon Blanc (served with the artichokes and salad)
Bourgogne Haute Cotes de Beaune (served with the stew)
After my rough beginning, things were pretty uneventful. I didn't cut myself, burn myself, or burn the food. I even learned to poach an egg, which I had never done before and is kind of tricky. In the end, I think even Julia would have been proud.
With wishes, true and kind -- Joan
