Barking Kitten

Fiction, musings on literature, food writing, and the occasional Friday cat blog. For lovers of serious literature, cooking, and eating.


Close to forty. Not cool. Politically left. Atheist. Happily married. No kids.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Beef Daube, concluded

Alas, Camera, I knew you were garbage before you refused to work. So Beef Daube Paula, sans illustrations.

I will begin with the armottes, which failed. The cornmeal porridge, despite eighteen-odd hours in the fridge, was too mushy to form cakes. My efforts refused to congeal, even when dumped into a pan of sizzling duck fat. After pouring off some of the fat, I dumped the contents of the Pyrex casserole into the pan, kept the porridge moving, and allowed it to heat up. It was fine as a base beneath the saucy daube. Next time I'll cook it longer, allowing more moisture to evaporate as an aid to congealing.

The daube itself was good without being stellar--it needed oomph--the parsely, perhaps, or a splash of red wine vinegar. Still, well worth making again, should I have three days to cook.


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