{"id":1039,"date":"2009-01-06T04:31:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-06T04:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2009\/01\/06\/what-its-about"},"modified":"2009-01-06T04:31:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-06T04:31:00","slug":"what-its-about","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2009\/01\/what-its-about\/","title":{"rendered":"What it’s about"},"content":{"rendered":"
It recently occurred to me that I don\u2019t often mention books here, which is kind of weird, since I am pretty fond of them. I\u2019m almost as fond of them, in fact, as I am of food, which is saying quite a bit. Then again, I have an almost pathologically bad memory for plot, so I\u2019m not sure what I would say about books anyway. The other day, I was talking with a friend about Persepolis<\/span><\/a>, by Marjane Satrapi, which I read a few weeks ago and loved dearly, and I realized that, aside from a scene about the main character\u2019s grandmother removing her bra and flower petals falling from its cups, I could hardly remember a thing about it. It\u2019s sad.<\/p>\n So before I forget the details of my most recent read, the lovely memoir The Tenth Muse<\/span><\/a>, by renowned editor Judith Jones, I wanted to be sure to tell you about it. Not only because it was lovely, and lovely really is the word for it, but because it gives a glimpse into a seminal time in cookbook publishing. (Jones helped launch the careers of Julia Child, Madhur Jaffrey, Marcella Hazan, and lots of other people whose names, go figure, I now can\u2019t remember.) Also, it inspired me to make c\u00e9leri r\u00e9moulade<\/span>, which I hope I don\u2019t forget about anytime soon. Or ever.<\/p>\n Most of the time, when I buy celery root, I use it only for soup. But for a while now, I\u2019ve been thinking about c\u00e9leri r\u00e9moulade<\/span>, a salad composed of julienned celery root tossed in a mayonnaise-based dressing. It\u2019s a fairly common, old fashioned thing in France, where it can be purchased ready-made at almost any grocery store and is often served as a starter in very traditional restaurants, alongside salads of grated carrot<\/a> or cubed beets. I never felt particularly excited about it when I lived there, to tell you the truth. It always seemed sort of lifeless and fusty, like the smell of the canned green beans that my childhood babysitter Virginia used to boil into oblivion. But in recent years, ever since I started using celery root in my own kitchen, I\u2019ve wondered often about old c\u00e9leri r\u00e9moulade<\/span>, and about how delicious it might be, especially if made with homemade mayonnaise<\/a>.<\/span> So when Judith Jones mentioned it in her memoir, even going so far as to include her recipe, I decided that it was time to try.<\/p>\n And while we\u2019re on the topic of books, I\u2019m so happy today to show you the cover of mine! I\u2019ve been wanting to share it with you, but I had to wait until it was 100% finalized, and that took a little while.<\/p>\n The book comes out in less than two months now, on March 3. You can read more about it here<\/a>, and you can order it, if you feel so moved, at any number of places, like this one<\/a> or this one<\/a> or one of these<\/a>. I\u2019m thrilled to say that I will be doing a tour, visiting a handful of cities for readings and signings and whatnot, and hopefully, I\u2019ll get to meet(!) many of you. When the time gets a little closer and I have more details to share, I\u2019ll let you know. I can\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n Some recipes call for grating the celery root here, but I find that grating makes for strands of celery root that aren\u2019t quite substantial enough, or crunchy enough. I prefer to julienne mine.<\/p>\n<\/a>
If you\u2019ve been reading for a while, you may remember that I have a thing<\/a> for celery root. It\u2019s sort of the Philip Seymour Hoffman of vegetables: pale and a little scruffy, not exactly handsome by common definitions, but rippling, rippling<\/span>, with integrity and talent. Vegetables can have integrity, right? And talent? I hope so, or else I\u2019m going to have to find a new analogy, and that could take a while.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I apologize for not having a prettier photograph to show you, but Brandon and I made the c\u00e9leri r\u00e9moulade<\/span> for a New Year<\/span>\u2019s Eve dinner party at our friend Olaiya<\/a>\u2019s house, and when I took this picture, it was long past dark and I was wearing my new party dress and had had two small crab cakes and two glasses of champagne, which, in my person, is not enough food to counter the powerful effects of champagne, one of which is to make me turn on the flash and take awkward pictures of everything, including the old pair of black heels I was wearing.<\/p>\n<\/a>
Also, c\u00e9leri r\u00e9moulade<\/span> is not an attractive dish, so I\u2019m not even sure that a prettier photograph was possible. <\/span>Prettiness is not what it\u2019s about. It\u2019s about the clean, fragrant crunch of celery root, and the alchemy of mayonnaise and Dijon mustard. It is wonderfully creamy, yes, and somewhat rich, but its flavor is light, bright, even hungry-making, a perfect start to a meal. We all had second helpings, even though there was more food coming, and I cursed myself for having waited so long to try it in the first place. Don\u2019t make the same mistake. We served ours as part of a trio of salads, along with a carrot one and a lentil one with fennel. We then moved on to a cream of scallop soup that, despite its total snore of a name, is one of the most delicious things I ate in 2008. I\u2019ll tell you about that next week. (And no, for the record, I am not pregnant in the photograph above. Or in real life. It\u2019s just a poof in my dress.)<\/p>\n<\/a>
If you recognize the image, it\u2019s because it appeared in this long-ago post<\/a> about our honeymoon. I took it in Brentwood Bay, BC, at a sweet little spot called the Boathouse, where we stared at giant purple starfish under the dock and I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was somehow a married woman. At the time, the book was still deep in gestation, and I had no idea that those mugs, and those glasses, and that dreamy greenish cabinet would ever go anywhere but into my camera and, possibly, onto this site. This life of mine has been very surprising.<\/p>\n
<\/span>C\u00e9leri R\u00e9moulade<\/span><\/span>
Adapted from The Tenth Muse<\/span><\/a>, by Judith Jones<\/p>\n