Searching for an upside to the coronavirus-pandemic lockdown that has gone on tiresomely long already, I recently came up with this: Maybe in these past months, lots of us worldwide have become reacquainted with our kitchens, as if with a long-lost love.
And perhaps we’ve actually been having fun in the process – experimenting with new recipes or dusting off old favorites, tasting novel ingredients, trying out different cooking techniques, taking pride in the sometimes-yummy results.
Or perhaps I’m just projecting?
I’ve been finding that one of the best things about my new apartment here in San Miguel de Allende’s Colonia Guadalupe is the kitchen, with its brand-new, reliable Whirlpool stove/oven, spacious fridge and freezer, and generous counter tops.
So in these recent, COVID-19-ridden months here, I’ve returned to my old, catering ways. I’d thought I’d retired that hat (and chef’s jacket), but, no. The urge to cook and bake has come roaring back like an addiction – a good addiction, that is, provided I share the results of my efforts with neighbors and friends.
Working in this lovely little kitchen, I’ve been reminded of all that dedicated cooking can teach us, such as how to pay attention to timing and details, how to use all of our senses in concert – sight, smell, taste, touch, and, yes, even hearing (sizzle!), how to follow a recipe step by step as if it were a dance partner. For me, a workable kitchen has often felt like a bright classroom, where important, even joyful, life lessons can be learned. Oh, and also, in one way, like a church.
In Shakespeare’s play “As You Like It,” Duke Senior, living in exile deep in the Forest of Ardenne, optimistically announces to his men that he “finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything” (Act II, scene 1). I’ve always found this scene to be particularly inspiring, so I tend to search for sermons in unorthodox places too, not just in a church. Lately, it’s been in my kitchen.
For example, I’ve been baking sweet tarts in recent weeks for the book I’m working on, aptly titled Sweet Tarts for My Sweethearts. These tarts are French – not to be confused with American pies. French tarts are normally baked in special tart pans, made in France, of course, with vertical sides and removable bottoms, unlike pie pans with slanted sides.
After the tart is baked and the sides of the pan are removed, the result is like a crown made of golden pastry, filled with jewel-like fruit or other filling. To me, such desserts are truly fit for kings and queens. They’ve always been my favorite thing to bake.
But — leave it to the French and their admirable post-Revolution national motto, “liberté, égalité, fraternité” — not all French tarts are made in a special and, for some, expensive pan. There’s a rustic type of free-form, farm-style French tart called a galette that doesn’t require a pan at all. All you basically need is a disc of sweet dough, some fresh seasonal fruit, and a little sugar.
Here is a small apple galette I baked yesterday:
The lesson (or sermon) takeaway from this type of tart for me is that just about anyone, anywhere, can bake one when the fruit is plentiful and in season. No special equipment or ingredients are needed. Wealth is not a requirement for the finest things in life, such as this galette.
An altogether different type of tart, one that originated in the central region of France in the late 19th century, is the celebrated Tarte Tatin. The true story of its origin is murky now, but the humorous version I learned in cooking school in New York thirty-five years ago goes something like this:
It began as a flop, literally, in an inn in Sologne, when one of the harried Tatin proprietresses accidentally dropped her freshly made apple tart upside down on the floor, scooped it up and served it anyway. The Tarte Tatin has since become one of the classic recipes of France and ubiquitous around the world.
Here is an apple Tarte Tatin I made the other day:
And the lesson (sermon) here, of course, is that mistakes can be righted. Good can come out of seeming disasters. Things can turn around.
It’s mportant to keep this in mind these days as we read the news.
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For these tart recipes and many more, plus their accompanying photos and stories, please stay tuned for the imminent birth announcement of my sweet little Sweet Tarts book!
20 thoughts on “Kitchen Lessons”
I’ll bet your house smells delicious – and what a wonderful way to meet your neighbors!
Yes, it does, Barb! But already my neighbors are complaining about gaining weight! 🙂
“Things can turn around” . Struggling with this
Yes, I know, Arti. It’s a struggle. But sometimes, miraculously, they do turn around. Let’s hope and pray we have such a miracle in November!
Glad you’re enjoying your new, modern kitchen. Some of us are still dull, plodding, hard boiled egg types, despite the coronavirus but still like to hear about you exotic type3s..
I KNOW you can cook more than hard-boiled eggs, querida Helaine! 🙂 What is a type3? — BB
Hannah made us a peach galette this week. Superb
Thank you for letting me know, Ed. I’m sure it was de-lish! If peaches were available here now, I’d try one too. And, oh, BTW, you’ll see when my Sweet Tarts book comes out that one of Melissa’s recipes is in it — with attribution, of course!
Yum yum yum!!
Thank you for this delicious reminder of how food connects us to…everything! Abrazos Amiga.
Gracias, Querida Kim! Wish you were here so we could share coffee and an apple galette!
I was transported back to your Bonnie Fare days when you were experimenting with different recipes for Tarte Tatin and I was your very happy guinea pig taster! What a privilege it was being your neighbor back then, as I’m sure your neighbors in Colonia Guadalupe are learning now.
Monty, darling — You have made my day! Yes, my forthcoming little book, “Sweet Tarts,” will have many stories (and recipes) in it of those happy days. Honestly, I’d forgotten that you were my Tarte Tatin taster. Thank you for reminding me! — LU, BB xx
What beautiful tarts. I’m delighted that your new kitchen is inspiring you to cook more. I can’t say that quarantine has made me cook more or bake at all, but I seem to be in the minority on that. It’s a great title for a book!
Thank you, Paul dear. Yes, I hope people will still be in the mood to spend time in their kitchens by the time Sweet Tarts is born! They’re so much fun to bake. — xx
I wish I were your neighbor now!
Will experiment with a galette today and see what happens. Only I will use apricots instead of apples.
Vamos a ver 🙂
Gracias, la Bonnie for your always inspiring posts!
Buena suerte, Te! (E-m me for the pastry recipe I use, if you’d like.) — xx
Sounds like needing to move from your prior place may have opened a new door to a functional place to get back to a part of yourself. Love through working food magic with your hands. Good for you.
Such a thoughtful and sensitive observation, Lyn. Thank you. I’m sure you’re right! It feels like kismet to me.