Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Party in my Mouth
I went for dinner at my Dad's and his boyfriend's tonight. Gaelle, an old friend, is in town from France visiting so she joined us and it was a nice treat to see her.
I met Gaelle in Vancouver when I was fifteen and we kind of had a crush on each other. She was the niece of friends of the family's. We had flirty 15 year old fun for a couple weeks then parted ways. IT was sad but that was that. We tried keeping in touch (at least she did) but, I am horrible for writing letters and 13 years ago the internet was as booming as it is now. We lost ouch and she ended up moving to Montreal a few years after I did but we never really connected like we did when we were youngsters.
Tonight we had lots of "boucheés" to start, including 3 very nice cheeses, olives and feta marinated in oil and herbs, sausage and foie gras from France (mmmmmm, the foie gras was SO amazing), a salmon tartar that I made with chives, olive oil, pepper, capres, Tabasco and lemon juice. This orgy of great food is where the party started in my mouth. All these fine foods were washed down with red wine except the foie gras which goes quite well with a chilled white wine.
Our main course was duck pie with a mango, cherry tomato, cucumber, onion salad with a simple balsamic dressing. Accompanied by stormy weather and thundershowers.
Dessert consisted of 2 courses. First service being a joint and second service, raspberries and blueberries sauteed in butter and sugar, doused in Grand Marnier, served on chocolate ice cream and berry sorbet. Topped with fresh mint and cream.
Just sayin'.
Was a great night, was nice to see David, Gaelle,Shani and the 'rents. The bike ride home was nice with Gaelle. She was going to Laurier and St.Denis so we parted at Rachel and here I am, ready for bed and back to the grind tomorrow.
I love my job and I love food. I am getting really excited for Osheaga and Interpol in August.
I met Gaelle in Vancouver when I was fifteen and we kind of had a crush on each other. She was the niece of friends of the family's. We had flirty 15 year old fun for a couple weeks then parted ways. IT was sad but that was that. We tried keeping in touch (at least she did) but, I am horrible for writing letters and 13 years ago the internet was as booming as it is now. We lost ouch and she ended up moving to Montreal a few years after I did but we never really connected like we did when we were youngsters.
Tonight we had lots of "boucheés" to start, including 3 very nice cheeses, olives and feta marinated in oil and herbs, sausage and foie gras from France (mmmmmm, the foie gras was SO amazing), a salmon tartar that I made with chives, olive oil, pepper, capres, Tabasco and lemon juice. This orgy of great food is where the party started in my mouth. All these fine foods were washed down with red wine except the foie gras which goes quite well with a chilled white wine.
Our main course was duck pie with a mango, cherry tomato, cucumber, onion salad with a simple balsamic dressing. Accompanied by stormy weather and thundershowers.
Dessert consisted of 2 courses. First service being a joint and second service, raspberries and blueberries sauteed in butter and sugar, doused in Grand Marnier, served on chocolate ice cream and berry sorbet. Topped with fresh mint and cream.
Just sayin'.
Was a great night, was nice to see David, Gaelle,Shani and the 'rents. The bike ride home was nice with Gaelle. She was going to Laurier and St.Denis so we parted at Rachel and here I am, ready for bed and back to the grind tomorrow.
I love my job and I love food. I am getting really excited for Osheaga and Interpol in August.
Sunday Impromptu
Crazy fun night!!
Started out at Jazz Fest with Marc-André and Brent. We saw bits and pieces of a few shows and then saw The Planet Smashers. They were totally fun. Ska full tilt. I love the ambiance and city view from the new Place Des-Arts. I can only imagine being a tourist and experiencing a free festival like this. Amazing.
I then went towards the Village to meet up with Bruce, Chinh and Ben at Ben's new loft. We drank and chatted for a bit then went to La Porte Rouge to drink more, dance and whatnot. Was fun, saw some great people and talked music and then went back to Ben's loft only to have a drink and head to Parking for last call. Ben and I then went to where he was staying (since he JUST moved into the loft) and chilled out till the early hours.
I just got home, I'm soaking wet from the rain. Taking dog out now and then making a late night (early morning) snack. Beef tartar, Bonne Nuit! FTW
Started out at Jazz Fest with Marc-André and Brent. We saw bits and pieces of a few shows and then saw The Planet Smashers. They were totally fun. Ska full tilt. I love the ambiance and city view from the new Place Des-Arts. I can only imagine being a tourist and experiencing a free festival like this. Amazing.
I then went towards the Village to meet up with Bruce, Chinh and Ben at Ben's new loft. We drank and chatted for a bit then went to La Porte Rouge to drink more, dance and whatnot. Was fun, saw some great people and talked music and then went back to Ben's loft only to have a drink and head to Parking for last call. Ben and I then went to where he was staying (since he JUST moved into the loft) and chilled out till the early hours.
I just got home, I'm soaking wet from the rain. Taking dog out now and then making a late night (early morning) snack. Beef tartar, Bonne Nuit! FTW
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Fried-aye!
I am back home from a quiet ish Friday night at Saloon. I kind of had a feeling it was going to be a quieter than usual Friday. It's really hard to judge but with the St.Jean weekend and Jazz Fest opening it turned out to be what I expected. I rarely have expectations with work though. Always gotta be ready for 8 buses of Chinese.
I may or may not have just put mdma/? up my nostril. Just sayin'.
We went to the terrasse at Sky after work. I didn't plan on going out but, relaxing on a rooftop patio after 10 hours of hard work can't be refused.
Last night was rather improvised. I went to Mado then biked home making a detour at Salon Off. only to pick up the 2 other Muskateers and company. We went to my place to party and around 6:30 I was abandoned to sleep.
I am totally stoked to be back at Saloon. After ten years, I feel so "at home" there. It's so nice to work somewhere you feel comfortable and familiar. Especially when you spend 60 odd hours there.
Hall to Oilers. England will beat Germany tomorrow and Interpol in August!!!!!
I may or may not have just put mdma/? up my nostril. Just sayin'.
We went to the terrasse at Sky after work. I didn't plan on going out but, relaxing on a rooftop patio after 10 hours of hard work can't be refused.
Last night was rather improvised. I went to Mado then biked home making a detour at Salon Off. only to pick up the 2 other Muskateers and company. We went to my place to party and around 6:30 I was abandoned to sleep.
I am totally stoked to be back at Saloon. After ten years, I feel so "at home" there. It's so nice to work somewhere you feel comfortable and familiar. Especially when you spend 60 odd hours there.
Hall to Oilers. England will beat Germany tomorrow and Interpol in August!!!!!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Newbies
Back from work. Drinking Boris Bold 8.6%. It's a French beer I guess. It's compliments of a cook. He bought it for payback for a "rough" night. It was one of his first nights on the line. It wasn't too busy but with watching over his shoulder and waiting on his brain to complete processing and complete plates I guess I deserved a beer. That's me putting what he said into my own words. I think.
The kitchen is a well oiled machine and if one part is not working up to par then it slows down the whole thing. I don't wanna bash on one person and I won't say his/her name but if I was in his shoes (and, I have been many times), I would accept the fact that, that's just the way it is. It's not personal. It takes time* to adapt and adjust to a certain beat. And if you can't then it ain't for you. And, you definitively ain't for it. (*When I say time, we're talking days. Not weeks)
I feel like this post is boring to I will spice it up with some poetry slash cut and paste:
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard.
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that.
He severed segments so secretly you like that
He always took the time, he always took the time
Courtesy of Paul Banks. Interpol. Track - Roland. <3
Performing in Montreal August 9th/10 . Smile.
The kitchen is a well oiled machine and if one part is not working up to par then it slows down the whole thing. I don't wanna bash on one person and I won't say his/her name but if I was in his shoes (and, I have been many times), I would accept the fact that, that's just the way it is. It's not personal. It takes time* to adapt and adjust to a certain beat. And if you can't then it ain't for you. And, you definitively ain't for it. (*When I say time, we're talking days. Not weeks)
I feel like this post is boring to I will spice it up with some poetry slash cut and paste:
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard.
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that.
He severed segments so secretly you like that
He always took the time, he always took the time
Courtesy of Paul Banks. Interpol. Track - Roland. <3
Performing in Montreal August 9th/10 . Smile.
Killed for the Game
So, my father was telling me about this Man (S. African) who was beat to death by his wife and kids for wanting to watch soccer.
David Makoeya, a 61-year-old man from the small village of Makweya, Limpopo province, fought with his wife and two children for the remote control Sunday because he wanted to watch Germany play Australia in the World Cup. The others, however, wanted to watch a gospel show.
Makoeya got up to change the channel by hand after being refused the remote control and was attacked by his 68-year-old wife Francina and two children, 36-year-old son Collin and 23-year-old daughter Lebogang. It's not known what the family used to kill Makoeya. It appears they banged his head against the wall. They phoned the police only after he was badly injured, but by the time the police arrived the man was already dead.
Soccer makes people go crazy. Literally!
Go England!
David Makoeya, a 61-year-old man from the small village of Makweya, Limpopo province, fought with his wife and two children for the remote control Sunday because he wanted to watch Germany play Australia in the World Cup. The others, however, wanted to watch a gospel show.
Makoeya got up to change the channel by hand after being refused the remote control and was attacked by his 68-year-old wife Francina and two children, 36-year-old son Collin and 23-year-old daughter Lebogang. It's not known what the family used to kill Makoeya. It appears they banged his head against the wall. They phoned the police only after he was badly injured, but by the time the police arrived the man was already dead.
Soccer makes people go crazy. Literally!
Go England!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
MIgnon Tartar ®
Mignon Tartar
8 oz Filet Mignon (couper tres fin)
25 noix de pins lol
un demi pickle (gros)
un quart d'un oignon rouge (couper fin fin fin)
16 capres (couper fin)
splash de Worcestershire
splash de l'huile d'olive
splash de hot sauce
splash de dijon
2 jaunes d'oeufs
s + p
Intro
The life and times of an artistic chef. Living and learning in the wonderful city of M to the ontreal. I have been cooking for almost twelve years and doing drugs and living life to the fullest for the same amount of time. Regrets? None! Life is about experimenting, learning and being happy. I have succeeded in two of those but unfortunately we learn until we die. You may learn right before you die that your son of 50 years of age is gay; or half black. But, I doubt it.
Having the opportunity to cook in about 20 restos, I have seen my share of fun and/or chaos. Now, I am not saying I stayed for long time at all of those 20 restaurants but long enough to get tastes.
I have met SO many waitresses and cooks and dishies, it's retarded. The people from away, the people from near and the people from God knows where. We all have one thing in common; we put ourselves through pure hell, night and day. lol.
Having the opportunity to cook in about 20 restos, I have seen my share of fun and/or chaos. Now, I am not saying I stayed for long time at all of those 20 restaurants but long enough to get tastes.
I have met SO many waitresses and cooks and dishies, it's retarded. The people from away, the people from near and the people from God knows where. We all have one thing in common; we put ourselves through pure hell, night and day. lol.
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