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Things that made me happy on Sunday:
- The Pride parade: there were so many fantastic people in the parade, from new, local grassroots groups to more established organizations. Many of the local politicians were there, including my district supervisor, and I had fun seeing which politicians were marching with which groups (e.g. Mirkarimi, one of the most progressive members of the Board of Supervisors, had the Green Party in his entourage). I had a blast watching the floats and dancing on the sidewalk. Dykes on Bikes (and motorini) kicked ass.
- SH’s beaded necklace, which looks like Mardi Gras beads, but the beads are heart-shaped! WK’s beaded necklace, from the Chipotle Pride contingent, was red and had a shiny red chili pepper on it!
- Going to Baker Beach with SH and WK and napping in the sun without getting sunburned.
- When the +1 and I were talking about my search for a new apartment, he said, “i’m excited for loud sex.” A person after my own heart! Moreover, the sex we have is good: we delight in each other. It isn’t something that is done to me or that I do to him.
Things that made me happy yesterday:
- AP, who is broke, and I, who am struggling to balance finances, were arguing about going out for dinner when she visits next weekend.
AP: clubbing/drinking heavily on friday
PD: have fun!
AP: um with YOU dumbass
AP: shalimaaaaaaaaaar? la mei zi?????????
PD: $$$$$$$$$$$$?
AP: oh *blinks *
PD: HEY, YOU TOO! $$$!!!!
AP: :(
PD: what is this ‘i have credit card debt’ ‘let’s go out’?!
AP: dude this is one a month!
AP: FINE let’s fucking buy a bottle of vodka from costco and drink it at your house!That last line cracks me up every time I look at it. It’s a ridiculous picture–we’re not going to sit around getting trashed in my crappy apartment when she comes to SF–but at the same time, it’s sincere: we’ll have fun hanging out together, because what matters is spending time being ridiculous together, whether it’s eating stinky tofu and ChiCKEN wInGS in FLaMIng hOt OiL!! at la mei zi or eating Indian take out straight from the carton and drinking gin straight from the bottle in her half-packed apartment.
- Reading Home-Made Beverages, an anonymous book by A Practical Brewer, published in 1919. It has recipes for beer, cordial, liqueur, and many alcoholic liquids. I especially liked the step by step directions for brewing beer.
Things that made me happy today:
- Reading Elizabeth Falkner’s Demolition Desserts while running at the gym. Running at the gym is good because exercise helps my mood, sleeping patterns, and overall fitness. Reading DD is good because it stays open by itself on the treadmill and Falkner’s approach to desserts is intriguing. It’s a dessert cookbook that’s as well written as my favorite savory cookbooks, and that’s rare. Good savory cookbooks are easy to find but good dessert cookbooks are much thinner on the ground.
- Writing this post and smiling at the good times I’ve had in the past few days with my friends.
Bordelaise Sauce
I want to make it. It’s like coming home, the way going home never was. It’s like looking up at the sky in Piazza di San Callisto and realizing that I’m back home, back where I belong. I breathed in deeply and when I exhaled, it felt like I was shaking off all my stress and narrow bindings and finally, finally expanding to wholly fit in my skin. It’s comfort and freedom and finding out that Rome was only ever a plane flight away. It’s peace of mind. It’s complex tastes, hours of labor, and the soothing routine of mincing shallots. It’s narrowing my focus down to the edge of my blade, the familiar feel of the knife in my hand and the familiar sight of the cutting board I’ve had for years.
It’s a mouthful that widened my eyes at an inspiring, provocative meal. It’s a dance of delicate tastes that I wished would go on forever. The day it’s made, all the notes are clear and distinct but somehow create a sum greater than the parts. The day after, the flavors have melded into something less sparkling clear but smoother and more relaxed.
I want to roll up and cuddle in it like a blanket. I want to make it. I want to simmer red wine with shallots, carrots, mushrooms, parsley, thyme, garlic, and a bay leaf, then pour in veal stock and peppercorns and reduce it. I want to spoon it over a double-cut rib steak, seasoned, seared, basted, and roasted.
How can something I’ve had only four times and made only three be home? It’s unreasonable. And yet, the first mouthful was a revelation and a homecoming all at once. This is a world you never imagined. This is where you belong.
I have a profound desire to make bordelaise sauce. I have one container of veal stock left and had been planning to make the full on boeuf bordelaise meal for C, my +1, but I might not wait.
Gender and Chef-ing
The Astor Center recently held a panel discussion on the topic of “Gender Confusion: Unraveling the Myths of Gender in the Restaurant Kitchen.” The premise was this: two men and two women from the foodie world did a blind tasting of menus prepared by female and male chefs and mixologists and had to decide if the dishes were prepared by a woman or a man, with the goal of identifying whether or not men and women cook differently. In other words, is cooking style rooted in one’s gender? Y’all can probably guess what my answer is.
I wonder, does anyone ask if cooking style is biologically rooted in one’s ethnicity? On the one hand, insofar as ethnicity correlates to exposure to a specific culture and its culinary profile, the ethnicity that you’re born into is likely influence how you cook. It’s likely to affect what spices, flavors, and techniques you’re exposed to. The level of influence depends on many factors, though: where are you living? Are you an immigrant? What generation? Are you adopted by parents of a different ethnicity? Etc. That influence, however, is also affected by where and with whom you do your training. Take Marco Pierre White for example. Half-English, half-Italian, he was born, raised, and trained in England, and became one of the best French chefs of the ’90s. Julia Child was born and raised in the U.S., grew up eating “traditional New England food” (Wikipedia), took classes at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, and along with Simone Beck and Louise Bertholle, did much to popularize French cuisine in the U.S. I think that most people would conclude that if there is a connection between cooking style and ethnicity, it’s one of influence rather than biological determinism, and it’s a potential connection rather than one set in stone.
Now, leaving aside the larger issues of sexism in the glorification and elevation of TV/restaurant/celebrity cooking; in restaurant kitchens; in society at large and how that shapes notions of what is considered feminine or masculine, I found the idea of gender determining cooking style amusing and interesting on a personal level. Personally, my cooking style is a mishmash, all over the map in terms of ethnic influences and stereotypically masculine or feminine techniques, colors, and flavors. I know very little of the Korean food I grew up with; don’t care much for American cuisine; and found my home in Roman and Cal-French cooking. My particular style stretches across the spectrum from lackadaisical and simple to complicated and perfectionist. I’ve been vegetarian and omnivorous, can cook both ways, and like the challenge of cooking to accommodate dietary restrictions. Some of my cooking preferences line up according to gender stereotypes and some don’t, but those are due to my idiosyncrasies rather than my gender. E.g., I don’t like cooking with beef. Dislike of red meat: stereotypically feminine. However, my taste probably stems from eating too much overcooked beef as a child, and were it not for that experience, perhaps I would love cooking beef. After all, my current favorite dish to cook and eat is boeuf bordelaise, with mushroom duxelles and pommes Anna. Complicated, showy, technique-driven, and perfectionist: stereotypically masculine. The reason for liking The French Laundry Cookbook’s boeuf bordelaise preparation, however, is because the complexity of it suits my neurotic nature.
Ed Levine was one of the tasters in the panel and wrote up his thoughts on it here. He shares some of the panel’s preconceptions about gender:
- Women chefs use spices more subtly than men
- Male chefs love to make use of lots of toys in their cooking (look out, Grant Achatz)
- Female chefs cook to nurture and feed people’s souls, while male chefs cook to compete and impress
- Women chefs are more likely to cook soulful “grandmere-style” food than their male counterparts, who are much more likely to be into dazzling, technique-driven cooking
- Male chefs like to cook red meat; women chefs are much more likely to cook pink food and use edible flowers
- Women chefs are more precise. They follow instructions more carefully than men do
- Women chefs’ food is more subtle and sophisticated, while their male counterparts cook gutsier, deep-flavored, testosterone-driven food
- Women chefs cook with their hearts and souls, while male chefs cook with their head and their private parts
As I was reading the list of preconceptions, my thoughts were mostly incoherent sputtering and “But what about Celebrity Chef X? Or Celebrity Chef Y? There are so many bloody counterexamples!” So, here are my thoughts on those preconceptions:
- Women chefs use spices more subtly than men
Really? I seem to recall my mom making a stir fry that was so heavy on garlic and chili pepper that my dad started coughing when he stuck his head in the kitchen and got a whiff of the air. - Male chefs love to make use of lots of toys in their cooking (look out, Grant Achatz)
Well, I’ll cop to disliking toys in my kitchen, but that’s due to disliking kitchen clutter. As far as molecular gastronomy, which is what the ‘toys’ and ‘Grant Achatz’ comments are referring to, goes, it seems likely to me that there are fewer female than male molecular gastronomists because molecular gastronomy is esoteric to begin with, and so female chefs have even fewer opportunities to be exposed to molecular gastronomy than to non-molecular gastronomy cooking. Furthermore, it also goes back to the restaurant industry being largely male-dominated and sexist. Achatz was exposed to molecular gastronomy when Keller, chef-proprietor of The French Laundry, arranged a trip to El Bulli, famed center for molecular gastronomy, for his then-sous chef. How many female sous chefs were there in TFL’s kitchen at the time (or now) to have a chance at that kind of opportunity? - Female chefs cook to nurture and feed people’s souls, while male chefs cook to compete and impress
After hearing Zuni Cafe’s Judy Rodgers give a talk, I’m fairly certain that most female chefs, like most male chefs, cook to meet the bottom line and keep the doors open at their restaurants. And what of celebrity TV chefs such as Cat Cora, who go into flashy, competition-style TV cooking where the cooking is to compete with other chefs and to impress judges, rather than to nurture restaurant goers? It’s worth noting that unlike the other, male American Iron Chefs, Cora did not have a restaurant prior to being on the show. I.e., the lone woman on the American Iron Chef went straight from the Culinary Institute of America (CIA) to a competitive TV cooking show where only a panel of judges tastes her food, and tastes it for critique, without stopping by a restaurant to “nurture and feed people’s souls” on the way. - Women chefs are more likely to cook soulful “grandmere-style” food than their male counterparts, who are much more likely to be into dazzling, technique-driven cooking
You know, it’s hard to evaluate this claim and think of professional counterexamples, because there are comparatively female restaurant chefs, and of the ones in the Bay Area, most of them operate restaurants that are beyond my budget. I’d suggest that the disparity in numbers between male and female restaurant chefs is the result of pervasive sexism and with so few samples, it’s hard to weigh these claims.Oh, wait, thought of one! Elizabeth Falkner at Citizen Cake makes desserts that definitely fall into the “dazzling, technique-driven” category. Her plated desserts look like modern art (and although delicious, are about as filling), and in Demolition Desserts, she lays out the step by step process of thinking, deconstructing, and experimenting that takes her from a chocolate chip cookie to this chocolate dessert (from the Kara’s Cupcakes post), which, given the Citizen Cake style, is likely some kind of meta dessert that playfully deconstructs the essence of chocolate and childhood nostalgia.
- Male chefs like to cook red meat; women chefs are much more likely to cook pink food and use edible flowers
Uh, yeah, tell that to Masa, who rarely serves red meat (does Masa serve any land animals?), and to Cindy Pawlcyn of Mustards Grill. Cafe Gratitude, which serves raw food (no meat there!), is run by a male and female couple. As far as edible flowers go, the only times I’ve had them have been at Oishii, a sushi restaurant in Boston, where the male sushi chefs put flowers on the nigiri. - Women chefs are more precise. They follow instructions more carefully than men do
Tell that to molecular gastronomists, who are mostly male and whose craft depends on subtlety, precision and carefully following instructions. See, also, Thomas Keller and The French Laundry Cookbook, which is all about the pursuit of perfection and carefully following the exacting instructions laid out in the book. See, also, CIA Certified Master Chef exam (described in detail in Michael Ruhlman’s Soul of a Chef), which has been passed almost entirely by men and which is judged by the participants’ ability to meet exacting criteria in their menu composition, cooking technique, plating, and presentation. Brian Polcyn of Five Lakes Grill was marked down by the male examiners during his CMC exam because when he sliced his duck terrine for plating, the slices were ever so slightly uneven. - Women chefs’ food is more subtle and sophisticated, while their male counterparts cook gutsier, deep-flavored, testosterone-driven food
See immediately above. - Women chefs cook with their hearts and souls, while male chefs cook with their head and their private parts
Is this question different from the “soulful grandmere vs. dazzling technique” question? Not substantially.
Gwen Hyman, who was also on the tasting panel at the Astor Center event, writes (emphases mine)
3. I do not think that women are inherently more “precise” cooks, or “better” cooks, or more “careful” cooks–as some folks said the other night. I think, in fact, that women who are more “precise” etc in the kitchen are probably just–you know–doing that thing women do? where they work three times harder than men? just to hold onto their place on the line? because of all those people who think women aren’t naturally suited to the kitchen?
4. I think that kitchens are still, by and large (though not always), tradition-bound, chest-pounding places that, like high school football teams, are veeeeeeery slow to accept women–and the reasons that there are so few prominent female chefs have very little to do with estrogen and arm muscles, and a whole lot to do with tradition, mentorship, access to funding, differences in education and attitude towards girls–in other words, culture.
… Women still face pretty serious barriers to making it in the kitchen, for lots of reasons–the lingering perception that women are somehow too weak for the kitchen; the paucity of female mentors and role models (this is changing, slowly); inequities and differences in how girls and boys are educated about their choices and interests; differences in access to funding for restaurants; that thing (perhaps you’ve heard of this?) where women are expected not only to do all the work of bearing children but also to do most of the work of raising them, (otherwise they are “bad mothers”)…I could go on. …
As I said the other night, even if you *do* believe in essential differences between men’s cooking and women’s cooking, you can’t actually measure it yet. Until half the important restaurants in the country are run by women–until half the chefs who mentor others, half the culinary instructors, half the professionals are women–until the term “woman chef” seems, in other words, as unnecessary and self-evident and silly as “man chef”–how can anyone judge?
Denver bound!
I’m going to be in Denver on a minibreak from Friday to Monday! If you’re in the area and would like to meet up for coffee or a drink or show off your favorite Denver haunts, please drop a comment here or email me at pizzadiavola at gmail. I’ve never been to Denver and am very excited!