Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Montreal - 2004

Writing the blog entries for this past weekend and viewing the accompanying photos made me root around for photos from the last trip up there: May 2004. Over three years away from a place I called home for the duration of my grad degree. Kind of sad. Hmmmm.

I wish I had digitized photos from my grad school days - it might have been fun to plot some sort of timeline of my Montreal experience in here. No matter. Some photos from Jean Talon Market on a cloudy humid Saturday morning that spring. It's a wonderful place to come shop for foodstuffs and the place where I first bought the Lobo apples I miss so much here.

So then, photos of food that Brett will not eat....

Fiddleheads!

Loquats (I think - I saw these a lot in Montreal but never a sign with them in English)



Rambutan and mangosteen, I think (I've never tasted either one).



Sunday, August 26, 2007

Les noces de Rémi et Ève

You might be aware that Chicago was walloped by a mighty storm last Thursday. Given that, I had some trepidation over whether we'd even make it out to Montreal for Rémi et Ève's wedding. In the end, we were only three hours late getting in on the Friday night. The looks of the weather out as seen from our hotel room the next morning were not encouraging, though.

As it turned out, a lot of time wasted on worry. The day was fine. Not too hot, bright enough. And so we headed out to Mirabel and took our places in a church erected in 1840. Settled in, we watched the wedding unfold.




Not too huge a crowd in attendance, which I appreciate, and definitely predominantly francophone (and why do Americans think I'm making that word up?). Rémi et Ève were considerate in having some of the ceremony in English, but really, does it take a gift of tongues to know that two people are in love and committing to it?

After the ceremony, there was no formal receiving line, just people gathered round outside the church.



The two of them looked wonderful, of course. I especially loved the clean line of Ève's gown. Poor them, though: so many photos for them to endure. It's not really their day, in a sense, since they have to share so much of themselves with their family and friends. They bore it well.

I did get a chance after a while to chat with them. I hadn't seen Ève since 1999, in fact. We chatted a bit, pausing as some of the small boys tumbled around nearby in the grass. It must have been immensely freeing for them to no longer have to be on church behaviour. I thought they were a hoot. Ève's feet needed some comfort by then, so I held her bouquet as she slipped out of her shoes into better ones for the reception. Conrad, of course, caught it all. Him, darn him, to borrow from Rémi. Ève let a few of the little girls hold the bouquet as well, so I wasn't all alone in having a moment with it!






Rémi is still handsome as ever, I should add.


My own handsome man cannot leave his cellphone alone for more than a few minutes, it seems. Again, him, darn him!


We really were in rural surroundings though that part of Mirabel might be considered the exurbs, or even a growing suburb of Montreal. Many roadside signs in the area advertised produce stands. Harvest was in full swing, and there was a feeling of autumn in the air, though not in the temperature. Ève's mother's backyard, meanwhile, was strewn with apples fallen from a tree.

There were a few of us there who knew Rémi from our days at McGill. Deborah was one, her parents also in attendance. Andrea, with her boyfriend Mickey, was another classmate. I was especially happy to catch up on things with her. I have fond memories from years back of going with her and her dad and Allison to the basilica in Vieux Montréal to hear a full performance of Le Messie. A glorious evening.


It was a full day, and, happily, we felt no rain until it was just dark and Conrad and I were leaving. Back to our busy airport hotel, but I promise you we managed a good night of sleep!

Rémi et Ève se marient

I'll blog a longer entry once I'm back home in Chicago and can really go through the photos properly. For now, in case anyone is checking for blog entries on a Sunday afternoon, one of the rare non-blurry (zut!) shots of Rémi and Ève together. I think the little boy in the shot is one of Rémi's nephews.

More later, stay tuned....

Montréal morning

The photos in this entry won't show how the skies over Dorval (sorry, Pierre Elliott Trudeau) Airport are offering patches of welcome blue and that the temperatures outside are pleasant and warm - very comfortable. Ah well. We're parked in a lounge at the airport, catching up on the Internet and sipping wine.

Conrad and I stayed two nights out at an airport hotel for ease in getting to and from Rémi and Ève’s wedding. Happily, the timing of our flight this afternoon meant that we had time to take the rental car into the city, have breakfast, stroll a little, and get to the airport well in time. I hadn't been in the city since 2004, so I was glad to have at least that modest opportunity.

Allison will be pleased. Conrad and I had breakfast sitting at a window table at Café République. She and I (and other friends) have had a number of big breakfasts there in the past, and Conrad and I paid homage to that this morning.




From there it was a stroll on St Laurent where we photographed some of the important places (food related!) to my Montréal life,


over to St Denis then through Square St Louis to admire the homes around it,



and along Prince Arthur.


The city was slowly coming to life with people heading to brunch or already dining. I wish we had more time here. On the way back to the airport we skirted through the north end of the McGill campus on Avenue des Pins,
and all too soon after that, we had the tall buildings of downtown behind us.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Happy birthday CG!!!


Seven years I've known this woman, and without fail, she magnificently rocks my world. Happy birthday CG!

eating Thai


Dinner last night was a fun meal of Thai food over at Tac Quick with Dominic, Chuck,
and Sam (on the left, with Chuck). We had plenty of wine for the table (it's BYOB - I don't think places in BC can do that, and that's a shame) and healthy appetites. I hadn't seen Dom in ages, nor Chuck and Sam for that matter, so it was terrific to catch up on things with them. Swim team gossip, the usual sort of thing.

We forgot to photograph the appetizers, but we did take some quick shots when the meals came out. That plate of food with no one in the shot? My wild boar curry. I was sweating nicely by the time I finished that one off.

In any case, we may take lots of photos of food, but the gentlemen we dined with were the star attractions of the evening. Handsome guys, n'est-ce pas?

wetter still

We're having a bedtime lull in the storms. Little wind, no rain, no lightning. But jeepers, for a handful of hours there, things were mighty awesome in a truer sense of the word. The result: enormous puddles, flooded streets, flooded basements (including the basement of our highrise), power outages (the block across the street from us, for example), branches torn from trees, trees blown over, even streetlights and traffic lights blown over. A real mess.

Oh, and for about 10 to 15 minutes at the end of my workday, everyone in the building was herded into the central stairwells - a tornado had been reported in the suburbs and an alert was issued for the city.

I caught a few shots out the window at one especially wet period around dinner time.



I opened the balcony door to get shots outside, unhampered by the splatter of drops on a window. Mistake! Wind whipped rain at me and I immediately retreated inside. I did catch some shots of an impressive sunset.
No lightning photos, though, this despite a stretch of a few hours where five minutes could not pass without a bolt lighting the sky.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

baaaaa


Smart of me: I cooked dinner this morning before we took off for Milwaukee. When we got in the door just before 6, it was a simple matter to reheat and serve.

Lamb tonight. Mmmm, tasty baby animal. Will my vegetarian friends get me for saying that? Ah well. It was tasty. I seasoned two shanks with salt and pepper, browned them, then braised them in red wine and chicken broth along with some dried chanterelles. I like the expensive mushrooms only, remember?

The result was marvelously tender and tasty served atop a pretty decent ratatouille. I didn't care for the French Pinot Noir as much as I liked last night's wine at Yoshi's, but I also know that the bottle - previously opened, so we need to drink it before it fades and dies - likely was not the best pairing for the dish.

the wettest month

I read in the newspaper not all that long ago that August is usually the wettest month of the year in Chicago. This year is proving not to be an exception, and if we haven't hit our monthly average yet, last night, today, and tonight will help a good bit. It's odd that things wake me in the night, so soundly do I sleep, but the rain against the windows last night roused me. And at various times today I've been glad to be in the car or in a building looking out.

I won't call these stellar pieces of photographic artistry by any means, but they do convey the downpour around lunchtime when we set out to take Conrad's mother to the airport in Milwaukee.






Milwaukee was not so wet. It looked as though it had rained a little but by the time we'd seen Conrad's mother off and then headed into the city to shop at the Spice House, things were dry. Gloomy, grey, cool. But dry.

I like Milwaukee. When I was set to move to Chicago, friends in Montreal asked me why I was moving to the Midwest. As I told Conrad today, I think that Milwaukee (and other Midwest cities - Minneapolis comes to mind) is underappreciated. We spent only a little time there today, down in the Third Ward district, but I always enjoy visiting. The shots, alas, are more of the taken-from-the-car-while-passing-through genre, so they don't flatter the city, but at least, for those who don't know it beyond Happy Days and Laverne and Shirley, they put a face on the place.




dinner at Yoshi's (yes, again)



I think I've blogged dining at Yoshi's often enough that I don't really need to add much narrative here. Good food, our favourite restaurant. Always nice to see Yoshi and Nobuko and whomever else may be there. Conrad's mother loves to see them when she comes to town, so of course we went.

In brief:
Conrad's appetizer of tuna tartare and an oyster shooter

My appetizer of duck liver mousse pâté

Edamame for all of us

Salmon with asparagus, crab croquet, and a balsamic reduction (Conrad and I each had this)

Conrad's mother's roast half chicken with potato wedges

Conrad's molten chocolate cake

My lemon tart with roasted figs and chocolate crust

We enjoyed it all, immensely (and though I have no shot of it, we also shared a bottle of a good California Pinot Noir Yoshi recommended). And best of all - a good late morning today!

:-)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Shedd Aquarium

It's true of many people, I think: we only see the tourist sights and sites in the cities and towns where we live when people come to visit from out of town. So it was today. I hadn't been to the Shedd Aquariumin years (maybe not since 2002 or 2003). Today, though, we stood in line and made our way in because Conrad's mother rather likes the place.

I was glad to go, in fact. I don't get to cultural institutions and the like in Chicago at all often. Hardly ever. So, after a morning that consisted of a good 17-mile run, Starbucks, a bit of a nap, and some food, I accompanied the two of them down to the museum campus.



A nice time at the Aquarium, though I honestly didn't want to deal with crowds. Ah well. The dolphins were great.



The other funny thing is that it was my third time down that way today. This morning my training run took me around aquariumand more than a mile south of it to the lakeshore alongside McCormick Place.

A grey, cloudy, and ultimately cool day in the city. Great for running, but I think Conrad's mother was hoping for better weather, a warm-weather visit for a change.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I want mussels


I need to get that song on my iTunes. I am gay, remember?

So, let's see. Nothing really in the fridge. A Whole Foods situated near the end of my bus ride home. Hmmmm. Maybe I'll buy something and cook it up for dinner. How, I don't know, French!

Mussels tonight. I haven't had them in some time, and I haven't cooked them in even longer. I made a broth of coconut milk flavoured with minced ginger, shallots, and garlic. Some brown sugar, salt, and green curry paste all added their magic to it as well. The kitchen smelled wonderfully good.

Asparagus, snow peas, sliced white onion, and red pepper pieces went into the broth for a minute or so, then the mussels followed. I tossed in some chopped fresh basil and squeezed in half a lime at the end. All of this I dished into warmed bowls at the bottom of which were some halved cherry tomatoes and more basil. Simple, really, and very tasty.
Most of the mussels were fine - there's always a dud or two - and we had a lovely dinner of them with some French rosé.

And now Conrad is doing dishes. Once in a while, I really really appreciate it. Quite a nice life I'm leading tonight!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Allan and Paul cook dinner

I'm gratified that we have good friends who don't feel some needless sense of intimidation cooking for/entertaining me and Conrad.We happily accept invitations to dine and we greatly appreciate the effort made. Of course, it helps greatly when friends have a beautiful home and make such delicious food!

Allanand Paul (on the left, Bryan on the right in both photos) hosted a dinner party on Saturday evening - we didn't even get to bring Lauraback to our place first. We headed on over to the guys' place after picking her up at the airport and spent a terrific evening there. Johnand Bryanwere also in attendance. Paul regaled us with his Ethel-Merman-does-Madonna routine (it cracks me up something fierce - Conrad, Laura, and I were still laughing about it the next day, and wishing we had Paul singing it as a ringtone on our phones!). Allan made some dynamic shrimp skewers
and sent me home with a generous bunch of fresh sage (that went into dinner in two ways the next night).

All in all, a fine evening. And photos, of course - Conrad took most of them, so he appears in none, alas.

A blurry shot of Laura, I know, but I like it because she sort of looks like Jessica Biel in it somehow.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Laura visits (Sola brunch)

I'll blog the dinner Allan and Paul prepared separately - the two gentlemen deserve their own entry. Instead, a short entry to comment on the visit from a friend from home.

Laura used to live in my hometown, but the economy there, well, stinks. She and her BF have recently relocated to northern Alberta and are in the process of settling in there for at least a few years. It was good to see her - it's been a few years since last she was through town. And she looks wonderful, of course.

Saturday was a grey, dreary, slightly wet day for her arrival.

Conrad and I did our best to brighten the day, he in a shirt I like to steal from his closet, I in a bold Hawaiian print.
Dressed to whisk her off for dinner at Allan and Paul's. We had only the drive back in to town to catch up on things before dinner, and when we got home that night, I didn't last too long, I'm afraid. The drawback to an early morning run and a long day after that.

I was up early the next morning. Coffee from Starbucks. A batch of golden raisin scones in the oven. When they were done, the three of us got caught up and looked at photos. And I have to admit, it really hammered home how bittersweet an experience it was, having Laura stay. I've lost touch with so many people from my hometown, and they, in turn, have lost touch with me. A two-way street, though I often feel guilty about it.

We made our way over to Sola for brunch at noon before returning Laura to O'Hare. Conrad and I had been there once before for dinner, and we'd enjoyed it. Brunch proved quite good as well. His smoked salmon was fine,
and my Black Forest omelet was good, too.I rather liked Laura's huevos benedictos - I kind of coveted them.Best of all? The malasadas - little sweet fried bread (like doughnuts), Portuguese style, served with a mango coulis and a raspberry coulis. Yum!

baking frustration

Ever had one of those days when a recipe just isn't going right and you have to scramble to salvage what you've done in order to turn it into something passable? Maybe pretty, but the texture is off or the taste is only okay? Welcome to my last Saturday.

Friends, I give you the edible but unexceptional apricot and bing cherry frangipane tart. Take it, please. And we'll not speak of it again.


Friday, August 03, 2007

beer pairing dinner



Thursday night we switched things up a little and broke free from having wine with dinner. No, not water for us (well, not only water - we do drink plenty of that). Beer for a change, and when I say "beer", I am most adamantly not speaking of a can or two of Bud. Then again, I know so little about beer that you could pour me a glass of Bud, tell me it's a fine Belgian or microbrew, and listen to me get all beer-bouquet florid talking about it. Happily, I don't believe the restaurant tried any tricks like that.

We went with FXK to Cafe Matou.Poor Kim, having to go to a lengthy dinner at the Morales Room at Frontera instead. Actually, although I love Frontera immensely, I think we may have had a more interesting time of it. Cafe Matou is a restaurant we'd been curious to try but never gotten around to, after all. The people assembled there seemed mostly to be regulars, but we weren't bothered not to receive quite so much attention.

FXK was there when we arrived, and all the diners for this first beer-pairing dinner were given a glass of Pyramid Apricot Weizen from Portland, OR, to start with.Nice start - lovely fruity nose (see, here's the florid language) but not candy-sweet on the tongue. Light, in fact, and quite good.

First course: casse-croute à la meli-mélo (grilled bread with three relishes – roasted peppers, black olive tapenade, cremini mushroom with celery and dill).This was paired with Stiegl Pils from Salzburg, Austria. Fine enough. Nothing outstanding. Nice tapenade. The mushrooms were, well, mushrooms, and as such, I barely ate them. None of us finished the beer. It was light in colour, and FXK judged it bland and inoffensive. I found it had a deep note of something caramelized with an edge of bitterness. Not bad, but I wasn't willing to feel tipsy from drinking too much of it.

Second round: salade de tomates au fromage bleu d’Auvergne et aux amandes (heirloom tomato salad with Auvergne blue cheese and toasted almonds).This was simple and lovely. Beautiful tomatoes with each of us having different colour combinations. The cheese was great as well, and the whole of it paired well with the St. Bernardus Bier Blanche Witbier from Watou, Belgium.

Third course: crevettes et moules au cidre (shrimp and mussels steamed in hard cider).Very very tasty, wonderfully fragrant. The shellfish was not at all overcooked - a worry I have when large groups are involved. The resulting sauce based on the cider was excellent, definitely calling for the spoon provided. And while neither FXK nor Conrad were taken with the glass of Etienne Dupont Cidre Bouché Brut de Normandie from Victot-Pontfol, France, I liked the floral yeastiness of its scent and the sweetness in the mouth. I glad had a little more when they brought it around.

Fourth course: porc grillé au jus et au confit d’oignon rouge au vinaigre rouge (grilled pork loin with pork jus and red onion-red wine vinegar compote).This was handsomely plated and tasted quite good - I liked the mix of juices from the compote with the pork jus - but I couldn't help but think that the pork might have been a little more tender. The beer was a deep golden brown Gouden Carolus Ambrio from Mechelen, Belgium. It had real body and some sweetness, and though I liked it, I didn't feel manly enough to drink the full glass. Or something like that.

Dessert: fraises, framboises, et figues à la gasconne (fresh strawberries, raspberries, and figs with spice lace cookie and rhubarb ice cream).This may have bene th ebest pairing in a way, though FXK made a good counterpoint. The Floris Framboise, a raspberry beer (though not a true lambic) from Melle, Belgium, was almost like candy by itself, but its flavour blended marvelously with the rhubarb ice cream. FXK suggested that contrast might have been better so that the flavours would complement each other in their dissimilarity, and I think it's a good point. However, not one of us left behind a lick of ice cream.

All in all, a successful evening. Cafe Matou also has wine tasting dinners on a regular basis, and if Thursday night is any indication, then the restaurant deserves more of our business just as we owe it to ourselves to explore some of the intriguing pairings they're likely to devise.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

not rabbit


Our apartment smells so good right now. So darn good!

I made some pork this evening for dinner. I had sort of turned over in my head throughout the day an assortment of ideas on how to prepare it, but when I got home, I decided to consult a couple of Penelope Casas cookbooks. And as I opened one of them, I thought, "Hey wait, what about that rabbit recipe?"

Ah yes, the Conejo Aurora. Rabbit in a sauce of almonds, garlic, olives, and white wine. Sooooo good. We've enjoyed it with friends before.

So why not pork? A light meat, like rabbit. Stovetop cooking, so it wouldn't heat the place up too much in this summer weather. I set to it happily.

It worked out delightfully, as you can see. AND we have leftovers for tomorrow lunch! A warm night on the balcony, some salad and some cherries and some wine. Quite nice.

Conrad, meanwhile, is being a real tease, wearing his Hawaiian shirts lately. Poor soul has to fly - business class at that! - to Honolulu on Monday for a few days of work. I feel for him mightily.


But back to the rabbit, and I will do something I don't normally do: provide the recipe. It's a copyright thing, but really, if it convinces someone to buy Ms Casas' books, then maybe it's for the better.


Conejo Aurora

from Delicioso: the regional cooking of Spain (page 378)

  • 3 oz pitted green olives, cut in half crosswise
  • 1.5 oz (about 1/4 cup) blanched almonds
  • a 2.5-3 lb rabbit cut into serving pieces (I used four boneless country-style pork ribs tonight)
  • salt
  • flour for dusting
  • 3 Tbsp olive oil
  • 3 cloves garlic, lightly crushed and peeled
  • 1 large onion, finely chopped
  • 3/4 cup dry white wine
  • 1/2 cup chicken broth
  • freshly ground pepper

Put the olives in a small saucepan, cover with water, and boil for five minutes. Drain the olives and reserve.

Put the almonds on a cookie tray and brown in an oven set at 350. Cool and transfer to a food processor.

Sprinkle the rabbit with some of the salt and dust with the flour. Heat the oil in a casserole, and brown the rabbit pieces on all sides. Remove from the casserole and set aside on a warm plate.

Lightly brown the garlic in the same oil. Transfer it to the food processor and reduce it and the almonds to a paste.

Add the onion to the casserole and sauté for a couple of minutes. Add the rabbit back to the casserole along with the olives, almond-garlic paste, broth, wine, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil, cover and reduce to a simmer. Let stew gently for up to 2 hours, stirring occasionally.