I Don’t French

Freshly washed Black TrumpetsI don’t cook with an insane amount of cream. I hate cheese. I don’t eat offal. And I wash my mushrooms in WATER…*gasp*! I don’t understand why there is such a problem with mating water with mushrooms. They grow in the RAIN for pete’s sake!!

I went for a little walk yesterday. It’s been raining here for bloody forever it seems. We finally got sunshine on Monday! It’s been gorgeous all week. Yesterday I had time to hike up to my black trumpet patch. I don’t know who designed this mushroom garden but next time, can you not put Steep hillit on such a steep hill? The picture really doesn’t have the right perspective. One wrong step and I’m sliding down an awfully long way. I precariously perch myself on the hillside, trying to plant my feet against trees or logs or rocks, some of which slip away since the ground is so saturated and muddy! What I’ll do for these yummy fungi.

I had a wonderful asparagus soup with a couple of little black trumpets as a garnish at Soif over the weekend. I decided to run with that idea and made a potato leek soup to use as my black trumpet medium. The difference here was that I had a big pile of them so there was a huge trumpet in every bite! I love being a hunter-gatherer ;-)
Black trumpets hiding in the leaves
But even with all that washing under running water, there was grit. I tried to fool my mouth by putting a really crunchy salt on as a finisher, but I still knew there was sand and not just salt! I guess getting sand in my soup isn’t that French either.

I’m reading Life, on the Line: A Chef’s Story of Chasing Greatness, Facing Death, and Redefining the Way We Eat right now and could completely relate to Grant’s story of traveling and eating in France and Italy. It took me back to L’Arpege and it was a great meal but I was so uncomfortable I had a panic attack. I would love to have amazing food in a subway station…in a park…in a living room. Anywhere that’s not so stuffy, proper and snooty. I loved Italy for that.

Someone recently told me I don’t even need to post recipes, she likes just reading my blabbing-on posts. But I just grabbed this little plug-in that I want to try out:
Potato Leek Soup with Black Trumpets

Recipe: Potato Leek Soup

Ingredients

  • 1/2 stick butter

  • 2 large potatoes
  • 3 leeks (white and light green parts only)
  • 1 cup white wine
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 4 cups chicken stock
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • Mound of black trumpets for “garnish” (optional)

Instructions

  1. Melt butter in a pot.
  2. Add chopped leeks. Cook until they start to soften and barely brown on the edges (just barely).
  3. Pour in wine and add garlic. Let the wine reduce almost away.
  4. Add chicken stock and potatoes. Simmer until potatoes are cooked.
  5. Pour into a food processor/blender and puree until smooth. If you want to be fancy, strain through a chinois or cheesecloth. I tend not to be fancy!
  6. Salt and pepper to taste. Top with sauteed mushrooms.

Cooking time (duration): 30

Number of servings (yield): 3

Meal type: dinner

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One Response to I Don’t French

  1. Cynthia/fairiesnest says:

    I am with you on the washing mushrooms! (on the cream and cheese part too actually) I remember seeing an Alton Brown episode where he completely debunked the “they’ll absorb water!” myth and have been guilt free in my washing ever since. That soup sound wonderful…milk free too…yum!

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