Pork Roast with Spiced Red Cabbage, Apples, and Prunes

Rôti de Porc au Chou Rouge Epicé, Pommes et Pruneaux

I don’t normally buy meat at the farmers’ market: I have a good neighborhood butcher that I like — his name is Mario, what’s not to like? — and my usual crop of fruits, vegetables, cheese, and flowers is usually so bulky in my rainbow-colored basket (a birthday gift from my neighbors) that it leaves room for little else, especially if I want to make it home with my shoulder still in its socket, which I sort of do.

But Meg, who shops at the Batignolles too, had recommended the farm-raised chicken from a stall that’s at the far end of the market (close to the Rome metro station) and I was so pleased with its quality that I decided to explore the rest of the selection.

This stall is operated by a couple not much older than I am, who runs a farm in the Ardennes and sells their products at very reasonable prices. I am all for supporting young farmers (they, at least, don’t set buses ablaze) so I stopped by on my Saturday market run and, in addition to four slices of ham (bien fines, s’il vous plaît) and one breaded pork foot (a 1-euro delicacy for which Maxence was quite grateful), I purchased a pork roast.

And on Sunday morning, since I had bought a head of red cabbage and some very fragrant apples from another vendor, this is the dish that naturally came together on my stovetop: the meat was quickly seared so it would remain nice and juicy inside, the cabbage and apples were chopped, combined with prunes and gently seasoned with a few automnal spices, and the whole thing was left to braise in a little red wine until we were ready for lunch.

It is a very satisfying and very easy one-pot dish that should be served with strong mustard to tease the vegetables’ slight sweetness, and my one suggestion of improvement is to brine the meat beforehand in a simple water-salt-sugar solution, so the meat will be salted right down to its heart.

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Algerine Pastries

Algerine Pastries

Walking through the Oberkampf neighborhood this past Friday on my way from one appointment to the next, I glanced at my watch and gleefully realized I had just enough time to drop by La Bague de Kenza, a luxurious Algerian pastry shop on rue Saint-Maur.

There was a line snaking outside onto the sidewalk — it was still Ramadan then and many of the customers were buying sweets for the nightly fast-breaking feast — but this gave me time to be entertained by the verbal fight that broke out when one lady accused another of trying to cut in front of her (if you hadn’t eaten or drunk anything all day, you would be nippy too), and to admire the colorful multitude of picture-perfect delights filled with almonds, pistachios, walnuts, figs, or dates, and flavored with honey, rose water, orange blossom water, mint, citrus, or vanilla.

It’s okay not to know the names of all (or any) of the little guys: the staff often caters to novices, so you can just smile and point, or ask for an assortment. I myself ordered eight different ones: a pistachio skandriate and a lemon and vanilla cornet aux amandes (pictured above, top and right), a sugar-coated corne de gazelle and a walnut baqlava (pictured here, left and top right), a doigt de Kenza, a rfisse (a mix of semolina, walnuts, almonds, hazelnuts, date, and honey, ground into a marzipan-like, pleasantly grainy paste), and two more that I unfortunately can’t name: a piped round of almond and walnut paste flavored with orange blossom water and topped with an unpeeled almond (pictured above, bottom left) and a meringue round filled with pistachio paste (pictured here, bottom right).

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Apple and Hokkaido Squash Compote with Vanilla

I recently read that online shopping — or just online window-shopping — was a widespread form of procrastination. I cannot remember where I read this, but that’s probably because reading random stuff on the Internet is another way in which I squander vast amounts of my time.

In any case, the online shopping observation certainly struck a chord, and an indisputable proof of my guilt arrived in the mail on Saturday morning: the telltale package sported pretty stamps from Mayotte and contained twenty plump pods of Bourbon vanilla grown on the archipelago*.

I blame it all on Pascale the Temptress, who recently wrote about a small company that does the world** a great service by selling pods of vanilla at the most competitive prices I’ve ever seen: if you buy twenty pods, each of them will cost you just one euro, and that’s shipping included, ladies and gentlemen***. Admittedly, twenty pods is a lot of vanilla — more than I’ve ever owned in my entire life — but I have countless plans for them, including bartering them for favors from friends and family.

[Update: Sadly, la Vanille de Mayotte is no longer in operation; I now buy Tahiti vanilla.]

This compote is the first thing I made with my Mayotte vanilla. I had originally bought the apples to bake a cake and the Hokkaido squash to make a soup, but somewhere along the line I decided to pair the two in a chunky-smooth, autumnal compote: as its French name indicates, potimarron has a flavor that hints on chestnut, and I figured this would make it a good friend to the apples.

The resulting compote is subtly sweet and richly flavored, with accents of citrus I hadn’t foreseen and warm, aromatic notes brought on by the vanilla. It can either be served for breakfast or dessert with butter or spice cookies to dip in, or as a side to boudin blanc, roasted poultry, or game — don’t you have holiday meals to plan?

* I will note in passing that I am very glad to have gotten the chance, for the second time in three years of C&Z, to use the word “archipelago”.

** La Vanille de Mayotte ships to more than thirty countries in the world. The website is in French, but they will reply to email enquiries in English.

*** As a matter of comparison, two exceptionally scrawny pods will cost you 4.37€ here.

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Edible Podcasts

Edible Podcasts

However much I love the Paris métro — it might surprise you to learn that actually like its smell, a special mix of metal, dust, and rubber — walking remains my favorite means of transportation around the city. It gives me the opportunity to stretch my legs, traverse favorite or unfamiliar neighborhoods, indulge in a little people-watching, and get slightly lost from time to time, which often leads to interesting discoveries.

I usually like to be alone with my thoughts, but when I wish to be entertained as I walk, I take full advantage of the technological wonders of our times and listen to podcasts on my mp3 player. And since I figured I probably wasn’t the only one to do so, I thought I would share a few favorites. (If you would like to reciprocate and share yours, the comments section is wide open!)

~ Good Food

This weekly show airs on KCRW, an NPR radio station in the Los Angeles area. It is hosted by the gracious Evan Kleiman, restaurant owner and founder of the LA Slow Food convivium, who interviews authors, food experts, and critics. It is a lively and varied show that includes local tidbits (restaurant reviews and such) but has a broad enough scope otherwise to be of interest to listeners outside Southern California.

~ Eat Feed

This one is a “pure” podcast in the sense that it was created directly for the web, and isn’t aired on any other medium. Each show is organized around one of four formats (the seasonal, the new and noteworthy, the history of food, and the vocabulary of gastronomy) and the overall approach manages to be both scholarly and engaging — a difficult balance to strike. (Note: Amy, Aun, and I were guests on their most recent show, October Rumblings, and this is how the idea for this post came about.)

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Coconut Chocolate Cake

Fondant Chocolat Noix de Coco

[Coconut Chocolate Cake]

I have known Marie-Laure for nineteen years. This represents more than two thirds of our lives, and our friendship has accompanied us through primary school, junior high, high school, university, a year in Brazil for her, two years in California for me, and a variety of jobs, relationships, and haircuts, without us ever growing apart.

She lived a few doors down from me (or perhaps I lived a few doors down from her, the question is up for debate) for more than a decade, before we flew out of our respective nests. And now, after a few years of living in different countries and then all the way across town from one another, Marie-Laure and I are finally reunited: she has just moved into an apartment a short walk up and down the Montmartre hill from mine, and this makes us very happy.

She threw a housewarming party last Saturday — a pendaison de crémaillère as we say in French, see here for an explanation — and I offered to bring a chocolate cake, which I’m sure you’ll agree is the most efficient way to warm up a house. I decided to build upon Christophe Felder‘s Gâteau Belle-Vue, a butterless (though by no means fat-free) chocolate cake recipe that can be found in one of the pastry chef’s many books and on countless French food blogs — I myself first saw it on Sylvie‘s.

For some reason I wanted to make a coconut version of this cake and while I was at it, I made several other adjustments: I upped the amount of chocolate (I have a reputation to maintain), omitted the almond powder and replaced it with a higher amount of grated coconut, omitted the flour (which makes the cake gluten-free if you make sure your chocolate is, too), used light whipping cream only instead of cream and milk, and added a bit of salt because salt makes everything taste better, especially baked goods.

I loved this cake and, judging by its disappearance ratio (number of slices eaten divided by number of minutes on the buffet table), I wasn’t the only one. The top develops a thin crust while the middle remains lusciously moist (but not so dense that it sticks to your front teeth and creates embarrassing situations), and red Bounty bar fans don’t need me to sing the glories of the bittersweet chocolate and toasted coconut combo. Although no one got a chance to verify it this time, I believe the cake would taste even better the next day: what you would lose in fresh-from-the-oven top crust effect would be regained by the overnight deepening of flavors.

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