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February 5, 2012
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Marea: Cucina del Mare

I remember after we finished our dinner at Marea for more than five hours, I was still stuffed from “sampling” three pasta dishes. I also remember that I tried so hard to get this post out right after the dinner with the hope that by verbally exporting my meal, the food in my stomach could be digested faster somehow. But it was after midnight when my brain started to shut down, so I put off the post till now. Was that a good excuse for procrastination?

Anyhow, I shall pause on recounting my pasta coma and rewind the tape back to the beginning of our meal. It was 6pm when we arrived, and the room was scattered with three groups of diners or four. It was raining out, but once we stepped inside, the decor warmed up our spirit. Before the appetitzers were served, we ordered several toasts to share.

From the research I’ve done on the NYT and yelp reviews, Ricci seems to be the must-have, and it didn’t let me down. Acutally that was an understatement, I was completely blown away by  the sensational mouthfeel. A crunchy bite into the toast brought out a harmonius sequence of favors; a sharp saltiness from the grained seasalt followed by the fatty sweetness of paper-thin lardo, and eventually culminating with the almost overwhelming umami flavor from the fresh pieces of sea urchin. Three small bites, and my toast was gone, but the taste of seashore lingered in my mouth for long.

Appetizers continued to be a delight. Astice was a lobster salad with some inviting, vibrant look and an ingenuous construction. Some mellow stewed eggplants and sweet grape tomatos were decked with crystal-looking basil seeds that varied the texture. What really made the dish shine was the burrata cheese at the bottom, which perfectly bridged the grassy vegetable with the mild seafood with its round, creamy profile along with some proper saltines.

Althoug Uovo seemed to be the expection on the app menu as there was not a shred of seafood in it,  the dish was however a great addition to the seafood-centered meal. The perfectly poached yolk jiggled slightly in the center and was simply paired with some shoots of beautiful spinache and the creamy fondant potato (see how to make fondant potato in this wonderful article from NYTIMES). Some shaved Taleggio cheese and a few flecks of coarse black pepper were meant to keep down the overall taste so that it didn’t run conflicting with the star, the rich-flavored black truffles. I enjoyed the dish in an inexplicable mood of meeting a celebrity with low profile and down-to-earth personality.

I decided to blame on myself for not being able to appreciate Granchino , the blue crab salad since it was supposed to be another brilliant dish that would have made me woo.  Just take a look at the ingredients: lemon, date puree, yogurt, with some bacon bits and nuts, how bad can it be? It was not bad for sure, but definitely didn’t not take my breathe away either. The flavor combination just seemed detached from one another and didn’t rouse too much excitement in my mouth.

Oh wow, that was a lot of pasta. Staring down my plate, I was a bit taken back by the mere portion of it. Well I guess it’s good news for some people, but personally I need . Anyhow, the legendary bone morrow fusilli came with an agressive look with an oily puddle at the bottom and a generous porition of braided knots glowing with oil, or bone marrow let’s word it in another way. I knew it would be a very rich dish, and a bite or two was enough for me. Still too rich for me, Spaghetti was a one-step-down version of the fusilli. Although I didn’t detect the presence of crab meat described in the menu, I could certianly taste the wonderful umami flavor of sea urchin that infused every single noodle. Again, it got heavy after several bites, and that’s when a sip of wine was much appreciated.

Agnolleti compared to the other two pasta was the perfect size and taste for me. A dozen or so of small pockets were neatly packed with ground veal burst with complex flavor. The  sauce from the wine reduction enhanced the earthiness of the mushrooms. It was a shame though several hunks of bland and slightly overcooked sweetbreads cut the level down from perfection. I love sweetbreads but those did not justify my passion for the exquisite offal part.

We were so full, but you know I never miss dessert. Instead of getting one for each of us, we decided to share two, fair enough. A careful selection process went on and finally I chose to go for one conventional and the other more creative. The classic Italian dessert Affogato was a great way to end the meal at Marea I shall say. A moderate scoop of brown butter gelato was drown in a cup of hot mixture of fine espresso and dark rum, topped with a dollop of fresh cream. As my tastebuds constantly experienced the extreme of icy and hot delight, the bitter and mellow flavors harmoniously blend without overpowering one another.

I would end my dinner here with this unforgettable Affogato, but my mission was yet finished so I scooped up some bits from the beautifully presented plate with Semifredo di Noce.  Pear, Fig, Anise, Walnut. Throw everything in, and you get a delicate, mild, fruity dessert that required careful savoring or else the subtlties would be missed.

So as I said, next time when I return to Marea, I will be on the mission of a different chapter of meat and fish.

January 18, 2012
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Boqueria: When Tapas Meet Brunch

At first, I came up with this sophisticated discussion on tapas to begin this post, like explaining how tapas embody the free spirit of Spanish cultural history. But then I figure maybe it is better for my own sake just to drop those senseless lines and to reveal my true, less intellectual feelings about tapas: I love them because I’m a variety junkie when it comes to eating. Please let me expand on that. Whenever ordering in an restaurant, I always wish the menu has sample sizes for everything because I would love to try more but have to refrain myself due to physical (I only have one stomach) and financial (I only have one wallet) limitations. Anyhow, I found my cure in tapas: bite-size, large variety, and simple but equally delicious dishes.

Pinxto Moruno

As far as my passion for tapas goes, I have yet had tapas for brunch till the past weeked. Before then, I was pretty much an old-school brunch lover who is very set on eating her eggy dishes at Sarabeth’s and fluffy pancakes at Clinton Street Baking Co. However, I’m glad I did make the trip down in SoHO to Boqueria for tapas brunch; now I have come to appreciate the simple beauty of sipping the bottomless pitcher of sangria and savoring many kinds of food in bite-size on a lazy Sunday afternoon with a bunch of friends.

Croquetas

Located at the south end of SoHO, Boqueria puts up an upbeat, stylish feel that well suits the young fashion-oriented demographic in the neighborhood where individual designer stores and boutiques cluster. What appeals to me especially about the space is the brightly lit, bar table seats that face the open kitchen. Sitting there, one could entertain himself by overlooking the bustling dining crowd while catching the scene of chefs doing their tricks inside the kitchen.

Conjodunos

Two friends of mine and I arrived at noon with a reservation but then realized there was no need for one because the restaurant was nearly empty. My heart sunk a bit but an hour later, the space was another scene. The place was packed, mostly with groups of three or four for some casual hangout dates among friends. With pitchers of Sangria spotted on nearly every table, the place was easily forgiven for its loud scene. In fact I truly enjoyed the atmosphere there.

Espinacas a la Catalana

As we were waiting for the last person to come, we reached the concensus that no time should be wasted so the order for some tapas was put down. Although Conjodunos seems to be the most raved about dish here by many yelpers, I didn’t find it too exciting. With a thin slice of chorizo sausage slided underneath, the fried quail egg daintly sits on top of a bite-size toast. Though the texture combination is appealing when the running yolk envolopes the chewy chorizo, the toast was too crumbly and dry. Pinxto Moruno, the lamb skewers, easily made up for the slight disppointment. Perfectly seared to tender, the meat bursted with flavor, thanks to the magical lemon cumin marinate and fresh salsa verde dressing. Croquetas, another classic tapas dish, came in two kinds, mushroom and Serrano ham. No one could say no to the combination of crispy thin outer shell and the molten rich core, but I prefer the mushroom one as the Serrano ham one tasted a bit starchy to me.

Pimientos del Padron

Stuffed with starch and meat? Don’t worry, Boqueria got you covered with some surprisingly delicious vegetable tapas as well. They know how to deal with greens, a tricky ingredient that can be easily turned into a bore that no one wants to touch on the table . I cannot express more love for Espinacas a la Catalana, the sauteed spinach. Among the baby spinach leaves that were beautifully sauteed with garlic and wilted I discovered all kinds of treaures that make this simple dish shine. A mix of mellow and acidic taste came from the raisins that were soaked, possibly in wine vinegar, to plump, while the pinenuts and chickpeas together gave a toasty, earthy twist to the flavor. I could eat the whole thing, but I didn’t because I got distracted by Pimientos del Padron, shishito peppers. The word “blistered” in the menu description made me laugh but they truly captured the appearance of the dish yet over-exaggerated the level of its spiciness. In fact, shishito peppers taste quite mild. The quick seared peppers were simply seasoned with flecks of sea salt visible on the surface but that was just enough to flavor the dish and made its agreeable grassy flavor and juicy flesh speak for their own.

So that last friend of mine finally came and found the table wrecked with empty plates and a pitcher with the last drop of sangria. We were almost full by then but still ready to move on to some more legit brunch dishes. Aside from a list of tapas, Boquria does offer a brunch menu with the classic egg benny (don’t call me weird, that’s how I name it) and traditional Spanish dishes as well. Although we did order brunch dishes, I wouldn’t elaborate on those for now and think a further investigation on brunch dishes specifically in the near future is necessary to make a sound assessment (or just another excuse to go back), so let’s finish up with the dessert.

Churros! Their existence is for the donut lovers to get away with the guilty feeling of eating donuts because…they are not donut shaped and more delicious! (hahaha) Boqueria make good churros I shall say. Hot, crispy, puffy, it has everything a good churro needs. As I cautiously dipped the stick into the hot chocolate sauce, I was fearing that the churros would be ruined by some cold, or gritty if worse, chocolate sauce of inferior quality like the ones I have encountered on many occasions before, but I had a satisfied smile on my face when my mouth was filled with the warm, bitter-sweet sauce that matched up the churros. Other than the churros, the rest of desserts, at least torta chocolate and Mel i Mato, a kind of Catalan cheese and honey dessert that was listed the special of the day, fell mediocre and are passable.

I will be back to Boqueria another time to take a look at their brunch dishes, with less Sangria, hopefully.

December 23, 2011
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Pujol: Best Restaurant in Mexico City?

It’s been a month since I came back from Mexico, but my heart (and stomach) still longs for the place, so let’s continue on my food journey in Mexico City. Having done an extensive amount of research online ahead of time, I decided Pujol should set the highest bar for all the Mexican upscale restaurants. Aside from all the raving reviews from major restaurant critics both from the States and worldwide, I believed in my choice more simply because their website looks way cooler than other fancy restaurants in the city.

Anyway, I remembered our cab driver got so frustrusted trying to find the address of Pujol because it is located on a backstreet between two residential houses, with no signs whatsoever at the front door but masked under some plain wooden panels that one could easily pass by without notice. Once we stepped inside, I was almost frightened to find out how fancy the place itself and the people dining here were; casually pulling our jeans and skirt, we were the most under-dressed people there. However, the welcoming servers saved us with a warm welcome and by our request seated us in a not-so-conspicuous table.

I was very much tempted to feast on their seven-course tasting menu, which has an option of either land or sea tasting, but my stomach that had been stuffed from the earlier street food hunting was gruntling constantly, as if telling me not to make some rash decisions that would make it suffer, so we finally settled on the regular three course menu, which turned out to be a hit-or-miss situation since my overall meal was outshined by what Aiai ordered.

If I could vote for the best amuse-bouche I have ever had, Pujol definitely makes the top of the list, beating all the restaurants I’ve dined in New York.  Dipped in smoky rich coffee mayo, the baby corn was beautifully charred and then stewed in a hollowed-out pumpkin that was brought out from the kitchen, steaming mysteriously. Think the presentation is a bit too dramatic? It didn’t end there. The fresh taste of baby corn was married well with the intense coffee flavor, and it tasted so delicate, if that’s word to use. As I carefully bit off the tip of the corn, my mouth was envoloped with the warm creamy mayo. So this excellent experience  ended quickly, since they only gave one. I wish they put the dish on the menu.

Maybe the baby corn set my expectation too high, what came next fell short and was almost disappointing. Maybe soup was just a bad idea since I never had luck with ordering soup, but I’m really not a fan of chilacayote, or Spanish squash as some might call. It has a really hard texture  and doesn’t render much flavor. Overpowered with lemon, the soup was impossible for me to finish as it was too sour.

For my entree, I decided to give it a shot and ordered their newly-added dish, octopus (Pulpo a la mexicana), an item that didn’t even have a description on the menu yet, which made me even more excited. But it turned out to be a promising dish that failed to be an excellent one. Surprisingly tender, the octopus was no doubt prepared perfectly before it was cooked but it definitely needed some more work on flavor because it was bland. I was confused as to why only one end was encrusted in the wonderful tempura coating (the end that is not shown in the picture) because that was such a great way to retain the moisture and to add more texture to the octopus. Maybe for the sake of presentation? If that’s the case, it’s kind of sad to see the flavor to be comproised.

Compared to mine, Aiai’s dishes really stood out to be the more solid ones. The entree (Barbacoa de cordero lechal) she ordered was a clean cut of tender lamb meat that was barbecued and stewed in tomato soup. The use of both avocado and its leave was smart to enrich the texture, and the cocoa powder sutbly added a level of complexity to the flavor.  I ate half of her dish.

I walked out of Pujol with an ambivalent feeling and regretted not to try their tasting menu instead, which might have been a better shot. So is this the best restaurant in Mexico City? I definitely need another meal here to answer the question.

December 11, 2011
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Fancy Food Scene in Mexico City

Wandering on the street in search for great tacos and elotes was just part of my culinary experience in Mexico City because the other part was spent in some fancy restaurants where the food gets more serious, creative, and expensive (unfortunately) by the magic hands of the indigenous chefs.

We had a total of four meals (so much food). Although each of them was memorable in their own unique respect, I noticed one things they had in common. The service was so nice aside from being impeccable. Did I just say nice? Having had to constantly put up with those snobby or I-am-too-cool-for-u servers in New York restaurants, I found the service in these Mexico upscale restaurants surprisingly approachable and genuine. The servers always kept an unobstrusive eye on us as we dined and knew exactly what we need everytime we gave a sign. No one ever rushed us, even when there were other guests who waited in the line gnarling at our table.

All the food stayed true to their Mexican root but played up with ingredients you wouldn’t normally find in Mexico. I guess that’s the point of fancy restaurants. Rarity rules. Villa Maria is the one that is most recommended by American tourists, so we went knowing that it would be flashy, touristy, and probably not the most authentic, which didn’t really bother me much because as the touristy eatery in New York prove, touristy spots could be great as long as they had real stuff to show. Before we settled on our food items, I spotted their enticing magherita list with over ten resfreshing flavors including tamarind, coconut, jamaica etc. They were huge! I’ve never seen a cocktail glass as big as that and literally I could drown myself in a pool of magherita.

The tamarind flavor was sweet and spiky, hitting right to the spot and woke up my taste buds for the food that was to come. I know it’s weird to talk about dessert course first, but the corn cake made me woo. Putting on an unassuming look of a regular muffin, the cake is made out of fresh, coarsely ground cornmeal and served warm with drizzles of condensed milk. The grainy texture was quite pleasant and complemented the rich corn taste that brought me to the cornfield I visited as a child in the countryside. A warm bite was like eating a fresh corn under the sun.

We also had some snapper tacos topped with grilled pineapple (pineapple is the jewel for good tacos), although I’m not sure if snapper’s mild flavor profile was the best option for a spiced-up version of tacos like this. The ofrenda del cuitaconche tasted way better than it looked: topped generously with a layer cheese, a black mass of cuitaconche float in a pool of mushy, green sauce (salsa poblana). We had it as an appitizer, but it was so rich that we had to take tiny bites. Good stuff.

By the time our entrees arrived, we were almost done eating, and that gigantic magherita was partly to blame. While I hated myself for not being able to finish the crusted, thinly-sliced chicken breast that is paired with smooth, mellow sauce made of sweet pumpkin flower and further ennriched by more minced cuitaconche, Aiai frowned at her over-cooked skirt steak, dressed quitely scantily with some overpowering dark chocolate mole. Since we had such divergent experience on our entree, I really don’t know how to judge and would rather just let myself linger on the magherita.

November 30, 2011
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Street Food Heaven, Mexico City

I thought I could have got away with the food coma scene that often occurs during Thanksgiving by escaping to somewhere outside of the States, but apparently I picked the wrong destination, Mexico City since the three-day trip there had been a marathon of food, great unforgettable food.

people making the dough for qusadillas

Here in Mexico City, food is an inevitable thing that you have deal with everywhere because there are so many food stands. Having read the horrendous reviews by many tourists (most of whom are Americans, interestingly) who warned sternly against street food in Mexico city and blamed it as the bale of food poisons and diarrhea, I had to combat myself not to look or smell (which is hard) at piles of delicious-looking food when I first walked out of the subway from the airport and passed by an array of food stands. Well, my mental strength is never strong enough when it comes to food, so as a result I gave in in less than ten minutes.

When I saw a stand that had my favorite, quesadillas with huitlacoche, sizzling on the flat pan and enticing me with the earthy aroma, I reached over and bought one. From there the long journey of street food began, and luckily I didn’t get sick at all during the trip, or maybe it’s just my well-trained stomach that saved me from all the possible bad consequences.

Tacos al Pastor

The first day was a taco day, because I had at least 10 tacos (definitely an underestimate) that came with pork, beef, chicken, lamb, fish, cheese, cactus, and even pork blood. I love them all. Tacos never taste as good as when there is no salsa as the condiment, and in fact, I always put way too much salsa that it almost became the main ingredient for me, although I learned my lesson by avoiding certain type of some innocent-looking, green salsa, of which the spicy level killed my taste-buds once.

Tacos con campechanos

Having had so many tacos in such a short period of time, I have formed a general sense of what a good taco should be like. A flavorful, chewy, thin corn tortilla is must. I have had some that are dry, powder-like, and even sloppy, so even they have delicious filling wrapped inside, those tacos were not so exciting.

Then it is the filling, because there is such a great variety as I mentioned, what really matters comes down to how the freshly and flavorful the filling is.  My personal favorite is definitely Taco Al Pastor, which contains thin sheets of pork meat that is cooked on a vertical rotisserie and broiled with ferocious flame that sears the juicy meat. A small chunk of grilled sweet pineapple is sometimes added on top on the meat, which wonderfully brought the overall taste to a more complex level that marries the savory meatiness with refreshing fruitiness.

Huitlacoche! Beautiful!

Please don’t get me started on quesadillas, especially quesadillas with huitlacoche. Huitlacoche, defined as corn smut in wikipedia, is essentially a fungus. Don’t get creep out, think about delicious mushrooms, or even fancier truffles! They are in fact called Mexican truffles by some eaters who try to elevate huitlacoche to a classier food category, which is doomed to be a failed attempt since it can be found in every cheap food stand that sells quesadillas. However, the accessibility of the food doesn’t deny it as a delicious food. The earthy flavor of hutlacoche does resemble truffles, though to a less intense level, although its black hue doesn’t seem very inviting at first. I was surprised to see the uncooked form at a market because it is not so black and has this ash-like color to it.

I also got hooked on elotes, or corn on the cob, while I was there.  I still remembered my lame attempt of making elotes at some outdoor barbeque party last summer, when back then I had no idea how a good elote should taste like. Although I still can’t say now I know what a good one should be like,  since they are actually not that easily to find like tacos and quesadillas, I had some really tasty ones. Smeared with thick mayo and then dredged in chili, fresh powdered queso (finely grated cheese), it is then seasoned with a few drops of fresh lime juice that gives it a pleasant zing.

Although many elotes are boiled, I prefer the grilled ones that are slightly burned which gave it a harder yet crispier texture.  Esquites is often sold at where you would find elotes. It is cooked in a clay pot with corn grains simmering in buttery, lime-y, and spicy soup that gives off an irresistible aroma. While you can choose to eat your elote like a mess with mayo stuck on your face, you can also go with the more elegant esquites which you can use a spoon to eat.

November 10, 2011
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I Have More To Say About Macarons

From Left to Right: Matcha, Rose, and Maple and Bacon! All from Bosie Tea Parlor

So I realized my passion for this French delicacy gets really serious when I decided to write my final paper on macarons. Despite of the fact that I inefficiently stayed up for the whole night toiling on this paper, I’m actually glad I did write about it because I was able to evaluate macarons from a more formal and scholastic perspective after hours and hours of research on the subject. Now, sick and tired due to lack of sleep like a hungover kid (weird comparison here I notice), I loved macarons even more! A side note,  half conscious at night, I ordered a box of macarons through overnight shipping as a…ummm I’m not really sure what the justification could be, but the point they are in my stomach right now.

Mint, Guava, and Ginger macarons from Gerogias Bakery

Here’s what I’ve got, and I really hope the professor could ignore the fact that I had finished the paper five minutes before it was due, oh well…

Lemon Verbana Macarons from Bisous ciao

It might come as surprise, especially to an earnest Francophile, that a large part of the history of macarons involved places and cultures other than France. In fact, if we traced all the way back, this dainty almond cookie was believed to brought into Sicily region of Italy by the Jew who were exiled from Spain,  where the Moorish population in the medieval Islamic world had the tradition of making almond paste based cookies. Thanks to Catherine de’ Medici, who brought along her Italian pastry chef when she married the Duke of Orléans in 1533, macarons have found its home where it would flourish and found identity.# After that, macarons ‘s provenance became mainly identified with France, and by the seventeenth century and was made and made mainly by nuns who earned a living by selling those almond cookies to the poor.# It was also recorded that by 1660 there were recipes of macarons found in England and throughout Europe with the availability of Caribbean sugar#. A cookie that was first brought from Arab culture of Moorish Spain to Italy, which then passed into France where it flourished and gained its modern name, macarons ‘s cultural association did not stop there. Another close cultural tie is with Italian Jewish, who are believed to popularize the cookie to be a staple of Passover hoilday fare. Although the French word did not appear until 1552 in the book called Gargantua and Pantagruel by the satirist Rabelais, who might have coined the word and included in a list of non-Jewish food, its etymology could be a convoluted matter as it becomes enmeshed with two other food that we know as macaroni and macaroon today.

coconut macaroonsCopyright  Some rights reserved by little blue hen

The confusion with the first arises from their possible same etymological root, maccaroni, meaning “crushed” in Italian. Interestingly, maccaroni was first used to describe gnocchi, or dumplings, instead of the tube-shaped pasta to which we attribute the name today#.  fact, the two distinct food shared the same name since  the early recipe for the macaroni contained the same ingredients of flour paste (instead of almond flour), egg white, and rose water just like the sweet creation macaron, which has the addition of sugar.# Compared to macaroni, which every American can distinguish nowadays, macaroons, which is the traditional Passover food, are more often confused with the French delicacy macarons. In fact, the two do share certain similarity as the early macaroons mentioned as a Jewish food was made with almond paste as well and were popularized among Italian Jew refugees in the mid-sixteenth century. It was not until 1871 that the recipe for coconut macaroons was first mentioned in the American Jewish cookbook as a variety of the almond macaroons, but afterward as almond macaroons fell out of fashion, the coconut variation eventually became the most popular type that are packaged in their mass-produced canisters we see today.#

Given all the knowledge above, it is still not sufficient to identify macaron precisely by its name because the word macarons can refer to both the Parisian type that accounts for the macaron fad fad nowadays, and traditional macarons, or macarons tradionnels which are essentially the crispy uncolored shells of Parisian macarons and without fillings. Varying in their shape across different regions in France, traditional macarons, though less glamorous than the Parisian ones, deliver the simplicity of the pure almond taste that works in harmony with the sweetness of sugar or honey.# Cindy Meyers in her writing recounted the fascinating encounter with the advocate of traditional macarons , Madame Blanchez, who kept the original secret recipe passed down and tirelessly made macarons with much the old standard. While the traditional camp that Madmae Blanchez belongs to helps establish and preserve the tradition, the non-conformists on the other hand explore the new possibility of macarons, and two figures play a crucial role in the development of macarons during modern times. First, it is Pierre Desfontaines, who is said to have invented the filled macarons in the early twentieth century.# Although other sources suggest that buttercream-filled macarons have appeared as early as Marie Antoinette’s time, he is undisputably the one who popularized them by selling these filled cookies in his famous pastry shop Ladurée, which enjoys the enduring popularity even today.
So excited for his macaron books (coming out next year…)
#The other figure that is associated with the macaron fad is the pastry chef Pierre Hermé, who took a step further and gussied up the filled macarons with his ingenuous flavors and pastel-like color combinations.  Having worked as an apprentice under “the exacting patriarch of French pâtisserie” Gaston Lenôtre in 1980s when he was 17, Hermé felt bored by the staple flavors of macarons back then, which were limited to coffee, chocolate, vanilla and raspberry, so he started to experiment with new flavors in the mid 1980’s, and the result caused a sensation in France.#  Over the last two decades he has been bringing macaron from France to London, and even to Japan, where macarons was welcomed with fanatic success and beloved by the young schoolgirls and white-collar office lady alike. It is so popular that the Japanese toy company mega house created a macaron-making toy for children to make their own macarons that are actually edible.#
As a land that is historically known for its receptive attitude to French culture from art to cuisine, America was ready for macaron to flourish, and New York where most food trends start to spread was the perfect landing place.
Although it is hard to pin down the exact time of the beginning of macaron fad, newspapers and other media seemed to start directing more attention to macarons from early 2009, the same time when several macaron shops popped up in the city. The owner of La Maison du Macaron, which is one of the earliest macaron shops in the city first opened in 1998, also reflected that his macarons business really hadn’t taken off until 2009.# The popularity of macarons in New York was joint effort by the media and pastry chefs. The most successful promotional campaign to familiarize the public with macarons includes the annual macaron day on March 20th, launched by François Payard who imported the festival from jour du macaron in Paris that was organized by Pierre Hermes and Relais Desssert. During the first annual macaron day last year, macaron shops across the city were invited to participate by handing out free macarons to people and had received a considerable amount of press attention.

Strangest hybrid of macaroons and macarons…Tastes good though.

It almost becomes a cliche now for people to compare macarons with cupcakes, but Michael Krondi in his newly published book on sweets dedicated a whole chapter discussing the relationship between the two and offered some insights into the reason for such an association. The two differs in their contextual meanings, since while macarons holds the connotation of sophistication and good taste of adulthood, cupcakes are more related to the youth culture. To him, the two share more similarities than differences. Krondi detected the informality characterized by macarons and cupcakes, as both are eaten with fingers and in small bites. For me, another important characteristic that marks the difference between the two is how they are made. Having made macarons quite frequently, I understand what a long, painstaking process it takes to create these fragile, fickle cookies.

The matcha white chocolate ganache macarons I made!

First, to ensure the minimum water contained, one preferably needs to use old egg white that has been sitting at room temperature for several days. After the egg white is whipped and folded into the mix of ground almond and caster sugar that are sifted and further grounded to a finer texture, the piped batter then needs to sit outside for at least thirty minutes to further dry out the moisture that will cause the deflation of the domes. The temperature has to be carefully adjusted as the shell burns easily, and even after the tray is popped into the oven, one has to keep a close eye on how the shells develop since they can still fail for no particular reasons. After the shells are made and completely cooled to be filled with buttercream, ganache, or jam, according to the professionals’ advice, they should be let sit in the fridge for another day or two to let the flavor blend well as the filling and shell become more cohesive. Having undergone this whole tedious process, that bite of the ephemeral pleasure just  makes me appreciate macarons even more. On the other hand, I am never too enthusiastic about making cupcakes because it always seems to me like a boring repetition of making the batter and frosting the top. Though it could only be perceived by the people who actually make them, the techniques and carefulness required in their creation  reflect a higher level of sophistication that sets the macarons apart of the commercialized, packaged mix of Duncan Hines cupcakes.

As macarons, carrying their French flair and sophistication, make their way to the United States, meanwhile cupcakes also begin to disseminate American tastes among French in Paris. Berko, one of the most popular cupcake shops in Paris now, include the flavor of peanut butter with M&M in their menu, which can be seen as an attempt, unconsciously or not, to inform to their French fellows about the American palate.# Here, an interesting cultural exchange is happening as macarons and cupcakes cross each other’s national boundaries and test out the field in another culture.

Recent phenomenon related to macaron that worry many macaron aficionados is as they gain tremendous popularity, macarons start to appear in some lower venues like Trader Joe’s, Startbucks, and even McDonald’s. These three specific venues seem to suggest three possible futures for macaron. As the national chain grocery, Trader Joe’s start selling frozen macarons at a competitive, much cheaper price ($0.42 per piece) than the ones from the pastry shops ($2.00-$2.95 per piece).# Although they do not taste outrageously bad, these macarons raised justifiable suspicions that the inferior quality of ingredients is reflected through its lower price tag. In December 2009, Starbucks offered macarons for a limited time as holiday special dessert, which were actually made in France by a corporate patisserie.#
From Starbucks’ example, we see how American business tries to catch up with the trend by labeling it as “special treat” to appeal the consumers. If frozen or Starbucks macarons are not enough to give macaron fans a heart attack, their appearance in McDonald’s in France in 2007 should rouse much shock or even rage.# Sold side by side with hamburgers, McCafe macarons ironically realized the “heretical comparison” that Cindy used to describe macarons as “a miniature hamburger”.# The sophistication and exclusiveness that macarons embody are endangered, and as much as fans do not want to admit, they feel a sense of loss.

The phenomenon of macarons’ presence in the lower-end market intrigues me because it seems to follow the pattern of cheese as another artisanal practice degrading into the part of mass-produced food culture. Although it is very unlikely that macarons will eventually become machine-made cookies with chemical additives added from the factory, the prospects that there will be pre-made mix of macarons may worth entertaining to some food entrepreneurs. However, I am not implying this is the way macarons should be heading. Though often labeled with the derisive connotation as a fad, macarons deserves more respect as an art of pastry than just a trendy fashion. I think if we really start to learn the rich culture and history behind it and also to understand the magic and intricacy of the creating process, I can see macarons these delicate creations retaining their lure in America  as a true culinary treasure while not falling into the path of mass-production.

Damn that was a long paper…

November 8, 2011
Shellycious
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Macarons: Those Dainty Dreams

macarons from Michel Patisserie in D.C.

Having read the article about macarons on New York Times over the weekend, I kept thinking about this macaron post, which has been sitting in my draft box since late August, and told myself it needs to be out now or never. All of a sudden everyone is talking about macarons, which have swept over New York’s dessert scene and taken over cupcakes as the newest food fad, as some people dismissively call and condemn them as nothing but almond-flour based biscuits with cream or jam fillings. Recently opened Ladurée, the famed French patisserie,  in Upper East Side joined the scene with much attention, as if to sanction New York as another legitimate macaron destination after Paris. For me, the past summer was the peak of my macaron obsession. I remember myself taking numerous trips to all the bakeries I could name, looking everywhere for macarons in New York, painstakingly writing down my thoughts and reflections of single bite in my notebook reserved for my macaron journey, which records that one day I had 14 macarons in 6 bakeries. It was as if I was sent off on an urgent mission or collecting some trophies. Then it passed the point of mere sensory gratifications to a mental state of accomplishment. Now I’m sitting in the middle of nowhere, reminiscing those “macarony” days, they seem to me more like dreams that I wish never end.

Macarons from Almondine, Brooklyn

I wish my first encounter with macarons were set somewhere in Paris, where all the dreams including this sweetest one should take place. I imagine myself biting into my first, thus the most perfect, macaron in a tiny patisserie tucked away in a narrow cobblestone street or picked up my first macaron from a gilded plate at a fancy cafe by the Left Bank. Yet, I was caught up in the early macaron wave in New York a year ago when I had my first bite at the Macaron Cafe, one of the earliest macaron establishments that dominated the macaron scene in the city back then.  They were not the best macarons, yet they were enough to get me hooked ever since, with the desire of searching for THE macaron in the city.

Bosie Tea Parlor’s macaron table at the Bastille Day Street Food Fair in July

The flavors evolve from the staple ones, which are apricot, pistachio, coffee, raspberry, vanilla, and chocolate, to an endless list of:truffle, rum, coconut, mocha, green tea, yuzu, bacon, strawberry, Darjeeling, jasmine, lemon verbona, lavender, cassis, champagne, rose, ginger, mint, guava, pumpkin, oreo…Some are indeed ingenuous  combinations,  but more are just thoughtless concoctions with much disharmony (truffle actually tastes bad).

Bacon & maple syrup macarons from Bosie Tea Parlor

The significance of macarons would not have been so great to me had I not be able to learn how to make it throughout the summer. The fickleness of its creation just fascinates me even more. Maybe having read too many admonitions from professional and amateur bakers alike before I actually ventured to make them, I was totally unnerved when my first three attempts turned out to be failures. Just like one tolerating his lover’s temper tantrum, I peacefully embraced every failure as an inevitable step to the eventual success, which I did achieve the first time in a macaron workshop that I signed up with Dessert Trucks (which offers a good introductory macaron-making class for beginners).

macarons from Jacques Torres

They opted for Swiss style technique, which differs from the classical French method with the step of constant and gentle heating  egg white and sugar as one whisk the mixture. Swiss style not only simplifies the cooking tools (no standing mixer needed) involved but also helps ensure a higher successful outcome. Although it was exhilarating to see my first macaron successfully made, I felt ambivalent and even a sense of self-cheating because that was not what I wanted; macarons should take a lot of effort to make and there should be no shortcuts or what-so-ever. Also, the Swiss style macarons just looked a bit odd to me with the slightly flatter domed shells and those less obtrusive small legs around the rims. Thinking that the charm of its physique was somehow lost with such a slight difference of its curvature, I couldn’t help relate to the perfect dome of Pantheon and other Renainssance domed architecture (what an art history nerd I am…) and realize this delicate cookie sandwich is just like any other piece of artworks that requires careful balance and proportion.

Cassis macarons from La Maison du Macaron

After that, I returned to my kitchen and assiduously continued my study of making French macaron by tirelessly trying out every kind of variation of recipes I could find online and in books, including the famous chocolate flavored ones by David Lebotvitz, the “official” recipe by Macarons Cafe’s book, and the most-cited recipe from the popular baking blog Tartlette, and many others. The problem I first had was the coarse texture of the shell, which after I had sifted the almond flour and confectioner sugar mixture, still tasted grainy. The problem was solved when I started to grind the mixture in the food processor before I sifted it through and thus a much finer texture was produced. Then I ran into the problem of fillings. Personally I prefer cream-based fillings, but I hate to use ganache, no matter what flavor I infused in it, over and over again, hoping that I could get some lighter in mouth-feel yet denser in texture filling. I’m still on my way to find out the best type, yet a combination of matcha powder with white chocolate buttercream seems to work well.

rose macarons I made

So far, among all the flavors I have experienced with, rose is my favorite. I remember the trip I took to a middle eastern grocery. The owner seemed surprised when I asked for rose water, so he inquired what I needed it for. I explained that it’s for the filling of macarons, although he didn’t seem to understand what I was referring to, he recommended rose water is good for washing my face. I love how the same ingredients are utilized in such divergent yet equally magical ways in different cuisines and cultures. Exoticism, hybridization, or whatever you call, they are pretty wonderful sometimes.