Best Kept Secret Supper at Noble Roots

With the kitchen redesign mov­ing grad­u­al­ly, I was expe­ri­enc­ing con­sid­er­able dif­fi­cul­ties hav­ing the capac­i­ty to cook for a devel­oped time­frame, par­tic­u­lar­ly since cook­ing is one of my favored tech­niques for stress alle­vi­a­tion. In this way, this past Fri­day I said ‘to hell­fire with it’ and made a cake in my half torn down kitchen. The broil­er was in work­ing request and there was ledge space enough for the blender, and that was ade­quate for me.

The fre­quent expe­ri­ence of the cook liv­ing in the coun­try or sub­urbs these days to receive unex­pect­ed vis­its from friends who are tour­ing in auto­mo­biles, and she finds she must have some­thing attrac­tive, dain­ty and nour­ish­ing ready at a momen­t’s notice to sup­ple­ment the cup of tea or cof­fee so wel­come after a hot, dusty trip.

With a sup­ply of good eggs in the pantry the cook need nev­er be at a loss for a tasty cus­tard, and if she is wise enough to buy Armour’s Fan­cy Selects when she orders eggs from her mar­ket man their good­ness will be reflect­ed in her desserts. Aside from their good­ness their extra large size will always rec­om­mend their use to the wise cook.

There is inspi­ra­tion in the art that enters into the pro­duc­tion of a French din­ner, in the per­fect bal­ance of every item from hors d’oeu­vre to café noir, in the ways with sea­son­ing that work mir­a­cles with left-overs and pre­serve the dai­ly rou­tine of three meals a day from the dead­ly monot­o­ny of the Amer­i­can régime.

There is inspi­ra­tion in the art that enters into the pro­duc­tion of a French din­ner, in the per­fect bal­ance of every item from hors d’oeu­vre to café noir, in the ways with sea­son­ing that work mir­a­cles with left-overs and pre­serve the dai­ly rou­tine of three meals a day from the dead­ly monot­o­ny of the Amer­i­can régime, in the gar­nish­ings that glo­ri­fy the most insignif­i­cant con­coc­tions into objects of appetis­ing beau­ty and in the sauces that ele­vate indif­fer­ent dish­es into the realm of cre­ations and enable a French cook to turn out a din­ner fit for capri­cious young gods from what an Amer­i­can cook wastes in prepar­ing one.

Fear no mess; it just means you’re a nor­mal, func­tion­ing human being.

Mar­ta had come to my work­shop in Croa­t­ia to lend a hand and is one of the warmest, sweet­est, and friend­liest peo­ple I’ve ever met. And not only that, but she is an incred­i­ble cook to boot! After we shot these savory pies they got very cold and I woofed it down since I hadn’t had break­fast that morn­ing, and even chilled these pies tast­ed insane­ly good. I can only imag­ine the heav­en that would exist being able to eat one of these guys warm from the oven! Savory pas­tries are severe­ly under­rat­ed, in my opin­ion, I think they should be as com­mon if not more com­mon than the sweet ones.

The word “Rav­ig­ote” means, lit­er­al­ly, “pick me up” and it is applied to minced tar­ragon, chervil, chives and pars­ley, the herbs being kept sep­a­rate and served with sal­ad on four lit­tle saucers. Rav­ig­ote but­ter, made by knead­ing but­ter with the four herbs and adding pep­per, salt and lemon juice, spread between thin slices of bread, makes deli­cious sandwiches.