Click here to download the interview I did for CKUT with Xavier Burini of Montreal Wine Bar Les Ttrois Petits Bouchons on natural wines and champagnes. These are not just "organic" wines.
Here are the links to the wines Xavier recommends and contact info for the restaurant:
At the SAQ:
Champagnes
Drappier Champagne: Pinot Noir Brut Zero-Dosage ($43.50)
Drappier Carte D’Or Champagne ($40.75)
Jacquesson Cuvée No 734 Brut Champagne ($60.25)
Other Wines
Chateau Le Puy Bordeaux Cotes de Francs 2005 ($24.45)
Chateau Le Puy Bordeaux Cotes de Francs 2004 ($17.15)
J P Amoreau
Private Importation:
Champagnes
Vouette et Sorbee Fidèle Vintage
Marcel LaPierre
Prosecco
Casa Coste Piane
Trois Petits Bouchons is located at 4669 St-Denis
Le Comptoir Charcuteries et Vins is located at 4807 St-Laurent
And here's the script of the interview, in case you can't download:
Just In Time for New Years: Xavier Burini from Montreal Restaurant Les Trois Petits Bouchons Talks Natural Wines and Champagnes
Christmas in Newfoundland: Jiggs Dinner and Peas Pudding
This is the last radio segment I did for CKUT 90.3 FM on Newfoundland Christmas traditions. I interviewed a few Newfoundlanders to find out what their families do (eat, mostly) during the holidays. Thanks to Ed, Phil, Erica, Andrew, and the two friendly people at Coffee Matters in St. John's for letting me interview them. Thanks, also, to The Mountains and the Trees for the Music at the end. On the CKUT report the whole segment came out of the song as well.
Download to listen!
Amie
Mochitsuki 2010: Traditional Japanese Rice-Pounding
A legion of volunteers rinsed, soaked, steamed, pounded, shaped, and packaged (and ate...) these rice cakes. This is what they looked like in the end:
...and this is what they looked like in the beginning:
From 6:30am-4:30pm it seemed as though the entire Japanese community came out to the Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre in Montreal for this annual event. The fundraiser offered packaged bags of the steamed rice cakes to hungry guests who didn't even look into the enormous room where all the work was taking place. Here's the behind the scenes look.
First the rice was soaked in a large buckets. I don't want to think about how much rice was there. First we had to strain the rice and measure it into this wooden steamer. The bottom of the steamer was a bamboo mat, like a sushi-rolling mat but the pieces of bamboo were wider. So steam could still get up into it from below but the rice wouldn't fall through. The soaked rice water was collected and thrown out into the snow. About half the weight of the huge metal and plastic buckets was water.
Someone else had to wash the bamboo box bottoms in hot water and remove the sticky grains of steamed rice before they could be re-used.
In the bamboo steamers the rice had to be shaped into a donut so that steam could rise easily in the middle and in the corners. Then with a long wooden toothpick the rice that ahd fallen in the spaces between the wooden piece of the bamboo mats had to be scraped out.
Then out to the steamer:
Heated from below, a wooden steamer system was set up with just one box in an outside shed. After 4 minutes a second box was added. Another 4 minutes later another box. Another 4 minutes and a fourth box. Finally, 4 minutes later the first box was removed and a new box added. So 16 minutes total rice-steaming time for each box. This kept the production line-style system going.
It was pretty cold outside...So from 6:30am onward these guys sat and waited in 4 minute stretches before standing up, removing a box, hefting up a new box, and waiting again. It's a tough, tough job. Fortunately they had sake to keep them warm.
There aren't really any easy jobs in a mochitsuki, though:
The next part of the process involves pouring the steamed rice into this rice-grinding machine with some sea salt. Traditionally a giant machine isn't used, but you'll see why the Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre invested in it in the next step:
The machine-ground rice turns into a dough. A rhythm is set and one after another a group of 3 people hammered the dough ("One!" "Two!" "Three!" "One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Ich!" "Ni!" "San!"). Then after maybe 15 seconds someone yells "Stop!" and that person steps in and flips the dough. "Go!" and they start again. 15 seconds later: "Stop!". Flip. "Go!" 15 seconds later the same caller takes the dough to the dough cutter and the hammerers start in on their next batch. Imagine people actually using their hands to work this dough! It would take forever, and it still takes forever if you only hammer it. that's why they use the machine, to expedite the process. Then the hammering doesn't have to be amazingly efficient and powerful but you keep the tradition alive.
Then a dough cutting machine spits out blobs of rice. You've got about 10 seconds to pick up that dough while it's still hot and shape it into a slightly flattened sphere. It can't be oblong. It can't be too flat and it can't have any creases. If you wait too long and it cools off the dough gets grainy on the outside where it should be smooth. In that case you throw it back into the cutter to be reheated a little and then you try to shape it again.
You can see the shape the machine spits out (just to the right of the wooden box on the left) versus the shape of the finished mochi in the boxes. I it takes you more than 5 or 6 seconds to shape a mochi it's not going to happen. Improperly shaped ones that got slipped into the boxes were sent back by the packagers.
Then the mochi had to cool on tables. They would cool on one side and then be flipped over to cool on the other. Finally they were weighed and packaged into plastic bags, about ten apiece. Then into paper bags and stapled. Done. $4 a bag.
The Timesheet: Every time a batch of dough was made it was written down on this chalkboard. 6:30am to 4:30pm. 149 batches. That's a lot of hammering...and a lot of sake.
These aren't even stuffed with anything. These are the easy ones! The mochi are served simply with soy sauce, sweet soybean powder, or wrapped in seaweed. They can be frozen and reheated by toasting, grilling or broiling. They'll never be the same as when they're fresh, but I wouldn't want to spend too many days hammering dough, so it's reasonable to enjoy it while it lasts and then dream of next year...
Longueuil Christmas Market, December 17-20
The Longueuil Christmas Market is about the quaintest Montreal Christmas activity ever. A 5-minute bus ride from Longueuil metro drops you off in front of a little wooden Christmas village filled with home-made caramel, ice ciders, Quebec chocolate truffles, tourtiere, pear cider, goats milk cheese, mulled wine, a big choo-choo train and a Santa Claus. Did I mention the alcohol? Isn't that what Christmas is all about?
The sign says "hot wine", but I'm willing to bet this is mulled wine full of cloves and cinnamon. If you're not a fan of spice, stick with the Christmas Market's reds, whites, and ports
Or try the white or rose honeywines from Les Trois Acres. They're not actually sweet, so don't be scared off by the word "honey". the white, La Musicale, will fit right in with any musical evenings you're planning during the holiday season. You could also just try the un-fermented honeys from the farm.
You may recognize these wines from the Plateau Farmers' Market. You may also recognize some of the Ruban Bleu cheese. At the Longueuil Christmas Market, however, they have a lot more options, including spreadable things and frozen tourtiere that you don't even need to worry about spoiling or melting on the way home in the summer heat. It's so cold outside that you could grate this stuff (the essentially frozen cheese, not the tourtiere...)! I wouldn't, but I'm just saying it's possible.
If your interests are meaty, you've got a few other purchasing options including the lamb (antibiotic and preservative-free) from Ferme Lochette and 'everything duck' from legs confit to breasts to fois gras from L'Artisan
The fois gras was even affordable, as you could buy two small pieces of duck fatty joy, say, to top your steak in pure gluttony for about $7.50. All you do is dip them in cornstarch and saute them (in duck fat, of course) for 1 to 1 1/2 minutes per side, said the friendly man. There are recipe sheets for those in need. Also info on how to grill the duck breast and how to heat the confit legs. Basically Lochette has you covered duck-wise, and you can feel free to ask about how the ducks were raised as the man at the booth will actually be able to tell you.
Moving into sweets, you've got to try the caramel with fleur de sel.
There are also jams of local berries (blueberries) and less local fruits (figs), marmalades, jellies, mint sauces, marinades, vinaigrettes, and everything sweet that your little heart could desire...
...including cranberry shortbread cookies and dark chocolate covered cranberries...
...and hot crossed buns from my all-time favourite LaPerle and Son Boulanger. We were reunited again! Well, the hazelnut sourdough and I were reunited for a short affair, but my usual vendor was not there. The (relatively) new, younger generation had taken over the selling of cranberry chocolate sourdough and olive fougasses. As it should be, I guess.
The chocolate truffle and fudge Christmas gift bags: A La Truffe...local, beautiful, etc. You can even get hot chocolate made from their melted chocolate
Then there were the muffins, packaged in steamed up containers so they didn't dry out in the cold. I wished I was as well-insulated.
So for insulation you head back to all the alcohol vendors. The pear cider doesn't hit you with a hammer of booze; instead it's a mild, sweet flavour that warms you up from the inside.
After you've sampled a few spirits, make sure you watch out for the train that gives free rides to kids through the little Christmas village. It'll knock you over if you're not careful. This thing is chugging. It doesn't take the kids to the North Pole, unfortunately, but the view is scenic and the ride ends at Santa Claus.
Finally, watch the kids sit on Santa's lap. You're probably a bit old for the sitting yourself, but it's pretty cute to see all those little ones lining up. There's music, it's festive, there are Christmas lights everywhere. I'm not reconsidering kids, though. I'll stick to my laurels and say that as long as the kids are lining up for Santa and riding the speedy little train, there's less competition for you for the caramel samples. I'm always looking out for you, Poutiners and Poutineuses.
Longueuil Christmas Market
When: Thursday to Sunday, December 17-20, 2010
Where: Parc St-Marc, Longueuil (take the 8, 88, or 17 Bus from Longueuil Bus Terminal on the yellow Metro line. It costs $3 one-way for the bus in Longueuil, but it's better than wlaking the 20 minutes over the kind of confusing highway, even though the bus really goes straight down the main road. Get off when you see little kiosks with Christmas lights on your right. It really is a wooden, multi-coloured Christmas village (about 5 minutes on the bus)
How much: Free! (plus $6 round-trip bus fare from the end of the yellow metro line)
Why? Because it'll put you in the Christmas spirit??
Cuisine Bangkok: Best Pad Thai in Montreal? In a Foodcourt?
"What's in the sauce on the pad thai?"I look hopefully back at the people actually making the dishes in the half-open-kitchen behind the cash, trying in my polite Montrealer way to convince this guy with my eyes that perhaps he could ask them. No such luck.
...Blank stare from the man behind the counter at Cuisine Bangkok in the Faubourg foodcourt...
"Is there ketchup? Tomato sauce? Tamarind? Soy? Lime?"
...more waiting...then: "There's no lime in it. Yeah, soy, fish sauce. I don't know."
What I did find out was:
1. There's MSG in the fish sauce, but probably no additional MSG added to the pad thai. My headache, flushed face, and anxiety attack-style reaction proved at least the first part of that was true.
2. I should have listened to my friend who told me only to eat here when the woman or the tall man was cooking. I'm not 100% convinced, but if I'm going to have pad thai, I want it to be at its best, and the best was when I went at lunchtime two weeks ago, not when I went for dinner last week. Sure enough, a woman was manning (pardon the pun) the wok at lunch, and next to her, a tall man.
Montreal's best pad thai is in a foodcourt? There was no way I could believe that, so for two years I never came here. Then, finally, I decided to go see what all the fuss was about, and see if Montrealers' opinions on pad thai were more apt than their opinions on "good" sushi. Thank goodness they were.
I had one of the best pad thai's of my life. I ordered the chicken version and it was the perfect balance of hot, sour, salty and sweet, the general rule for Thai cooking. There was tamarind in the sauce for the sour, it didn't taste like commercial ketchup-y sweetness in the tomato flavour, the fish sauce and soy were just enough without giving me dry mouth for the rest of the day, and the chilies were hot without taking away from the flavour of the dish. It was perfect. And if it hadn't been perfect there was extra soy and chili sauces next to the cash to adjust to your adjust. I always adjust. I always want it hotter or saltier because it's generally too bland or too sweet, and I always have to squeeze the lime over top and still I'm never happy with the sourness, but here...here I didn't change a thing.
I ordered the "XXXX" extra-spicy version. You can ask for one to four X's for your order, one being mild and four being extra-spicy. It was actually extra-spicy. Not a "she can't really handle it that hot" cop out. Here they figure if you order it you can have it, just don't complain afterward because they gave you what you wanted. I didn't complain.
So the sauce was perfect and plentiful (finally, no more dried-out take-out thai!), and really, it's all about the sauce, but what else made this the perfect pad thai?, The egg and tofu, believe it or not. The egg was fluffy and not overcooked for once because it came straight onto the plate from the wok. 15 minutes later it had kept cooking just enough to make it less perfect, but the first half of the meal was heaven. I never wax poetic about tofu, but these were little pillows of soft fluff that melted in my mouth a lot like the egg and were the perfect textural balance to the crispy bean sprouts. Actually, the dish was all about textures, from the softened but not mushy rice noodles to the crunchy peanuts and the chewy chicken. The chicken was the only let down. It was just big hacked-up pieces of meat whose only purpose was to add body to the sauce through its melted fat. Which is did nicely.
It was SO much pad thai. For about $7 you'll be full for the rest of the day. There's a lot of oil in it to balance the heat with the rest of the flavours and keep the noodles from sticking together, so it's maybe not wise to eat this all the time in its entirety, but it's tempting because you know it's not going to get better by sticking it in your fridge overnight. The foodcourt is the perfect place for this, believe it or not, since the wok-ing guarantees freshness (well, hotness...). No waiting for all your table's items to be ready and then having them sit under heat lamps until they're picked up by the server. The lunchtime rush here ensures everything comes out piping hot and you'll probably burn your mouth, which is ideal.
So, yeah, a foodcourt. "Not Cuisine Bangkok 2", the restaurant on Ste-Catherine just a little west of the Faubourg, as my friend had also advised. This time I'll listen to her advice, since her reason was that the same people aren't cooking, and that made all the difference in the world, as I found out.
See, I went back for supper. The foodcourt stays open into the evening, so you can get your pad thai fix for lunch or dinner, except when I went back with Greg Bouchard, my fellow Midnight Poutine podcaster and self-proclaimed Montreal pad thai afficionado, it just wasn't the same. I got the tofu pad thai because I'd loved the small amount of tofu on the chicken pad thai so much that it was time to see if a whole meal of the stuff was as good. Again, I got it extra spicy.
This time there was heat and no flavour balance. The sourness was gone. There were no condiments to adjust for that. It was a little dry, too. Turned out it was because it was the vegetarian version since Greg's version of the chicken pad thai (just XXX - "spicy") was almost as good as my lunch pad thai had been. I think it was because the fat from the chicken made it juicier, but it was also more sour, thus better, which you wouldn't think would be dependent on the chicken or tofu choice.
The other most popular item on the menu was the chicken and eggplant, said the server. So I tried that too. Huge let-down. The same hacked-up chicken pieces couldn't fix this sauce. I got it extra-spicy again, but it just tasted like heat and salt. There's no lime or tamarind involved in the plate, so it's not supposed to be sour like the pad thai, but it was just a bit...boring. Eggplant sucks up oil like an vacuum, which is what makes it so delicious, but these big pieces were just bland since the sauce didn't really add much to the vacuum effect. I also think this dish had a ton more MSG, since my lunch pad thai hadn't given me a crazy headache like I got after this second meal.
Verdict? Come here for lunch, but only when the "woman or tall man" are working. It's easier to tell when the woman is working than figure out who the "tall man" is, so maybe just stick with her. I'm sure everything else on the menu is decent, but it's all about the pad thai. The green curry is also popular, but it's made from a jar of green curry paste, as it is everywhere, so it's just not going to be as unique as the flavour balancing act of the pad thai. Sure, every meal of pad thai you get here is going to be a little different since it's made individually to order, and the wok-er doesn't taste each one to adjust the tastes. And it's not a McDonalds where everything is pre-sized, pre-mixed and pre-packaged, so if you're looking for cookie-cutter Thai, I can't believe I actually have to say DON'T come to the foodcourt. Weird...
By the way, Greg says the pad thai here has nothing on Cash 'N Curry, a Malaysian BYOB on the Plateau...I feel a throwdown coming on.
Photos: "Chicken Pad Thai (medium spicy, please)" by Mister Sleep from the Midnight Poutine Flickr Pool
"Cuisine Bangkok Reborn" by bopuc from Flickr
Cuisine Bangkok (the foodcourt, not the restaurant)
Le Faubourg, 3rd floor
1616 Ste-Catherine West
Hours: Mon-Sat 11am-9pm, Sun noon-5?
Cost: About $7, plus a quarter for a large take-out container. Small ones are apparently free...so you could get your meal on a plastic plate and then a mall styrofoam take-out container for the leftovers and kill the environment even more but save some money...
514-935-2178
Interview with Atigh Ould of La Khaima Restaurant: The Montreal Nomad Festival - Oct. 12-17th, 2010
Here's a link to download the interview I did on CKUT 90.3FM a ways back with La Khaima Restaurant owner Atigh Ould. In a city of festival's, his was one not-to-be-missed. When else could you learn to make traditional Mauritian bread or participate in a slow-food Bedouin brunch complete with a mindful-eating exercise courtesy of Myrite Rotstein of TastyLife. You could probably expect a similar experience to the one I had at the blindfolded taste test workshop at the Concordia Sustainability Fair - savour the nigella and the baobab...
www.nomadefestival.com
Basmati Rice, Biopiracy, and Geographical Indications
There is hope being offered by the EU, which in cooperation with developing countries like India is rallying to implement a registry system for products with recognized Geographical Indications, like basmati. Affluent countries like Canada, China and Australia are very much on the “against” side of this debate. There is as yet no resolution in sight and all the while India’s basmati rice farmers continue to suffer through competition with America’s more affordable, mass-produced, basmati-labeled rice.
Indications For Foods and Beverages by Tim Josling
Case Study of Basmati Rice Exports by Kranti Mulik
Since I needed all the help I could get, I knew I had to start with the best rice I could find - Indian 6-year Aged Basmati from Rube's in the basement of Toronto's St. Lawrence Market. There were so many kinds of rice, but when I smelled the aged basmati, I knew that was the one I needed. The aromatic was incredible - delicious popcorn. I happily brought it home, after being congratulated by Rube for making a good rice choice. I put my 3 cups of rice in a pot, covered it with water and gently moved the rice kernels around with my hand until the water turned cloudy. The polish on basmati rice is there to act like a kind of preservative, to allow the rice to age without going bad. So you need to wash it 4 or 5 times, until the water is clear after swirling it around with your fingers. I poured off the water into a strainer (to catch the escaping rice), returned the draft-dodgers to the pot, added more water, swirled, strained, added water, swirled, strained, repeated, repeated, repeated. Patience…
Then I added the 7 1/2 cups of water to the drained rice in the pot and let it soak for 30 minutes. This is the magical step that keeps the rice grains separate when they cook. After the 30 minutes I drained the rice one last time.
Back into the large pot went the adequately drained rice and the final 4 cups of water. I brought the pot to a boil, covered it with a lid, turned the heat to VERY low (as the recipe emphatically instructed) and cooked it for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes I lifted the lid to fluff the rice with a fork, only to discover that the rice was starting to stick to the bottom of the pot! I got scared. That wasn't supposed to happen to my perfect rice! It was still supposed to cook for another 5 to 10 minutes, covered, before it would be ready!
What should I do? What should I do!
Well, I had 3 options. I could:
A) Add more water
B) Turn off the heat now, set the rice aside, and eat it as it was, maybe a little under-cooked
C) Do exactly what the recipe said and put it back on low heat for another 5-10 minutes, fully expecting the rice on the bottom of the pot to burn
I took the first option of adding more water and letting the rice cook another 5 to 10 minutes, thereby destroying the perfect fluffy texture of the rice and turning it into a dense mass of mushy (way past sticky) rice. This option seemed like a good idea because probably the rice needed more time to actually cook thoroughly, so it needed more water to absorb. Probably the heat had been too high during the initial cooking (despite being VERY low) and the water that the rice was supposed to absorb had just evaporated. Option A was the easy way out. It was the easiest clean-up and the only guarantee that I'd actually end up with fully-cooked rice. Unfortunately, the rice became mushy and stuck together in big, wobbling jello-like tower of rice when I scooped it out of the pot. I resigned myself to my mushy fate and broke it up with a spatula. I could have cut it into geometric shapes, it was so gelatinous. In spite of everything I'd ended up with sticky rice, but worse, so I knew no Indian Chef would be proud of me. No Japanese or Thai either. If I were a newlywed, dense mounds of rice-glue would have been torpedoed at my head as punishment. If I had been serving grilled fish or meat on top, I would have been in trouble, since my jello rice mistake would have been obvious, and more importantly, unappetizing. The nice thing about Indian cooking, however, is that despite all the care put into making perfect rice, often a thick, rich, and spicy sauce will mask your mistakes. Good company also makes a difference, since everyone who ate my not-so-perfect basmati was too Canadian and too polite to be offended by, or to insult, my poor rice-cooking skills.
"Kidnapping the Queen: Basmati and Biopiracy" - My Basmati Rice Article in Spezzatino Magazine
Click here to download "Kidnapping the Queen: Basmati and Biopiracy", an article I wrote for Spezzatino Magazine in Toronto on the champagne of India - Basmati rice.
The article has everything you need to know on why you should never buy "Texmati", "American Basmati", or anything from a company called RiceTec. If it's not from India, it's not Basmati.