Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Drunken by Calvet Grande Reserve.


Bastille Day. I had a bottle of red dry Calvet Grande Reserve, Bordeaux Superieur and needed to cook something from French cuisine. I wanted something not for long time, because you should be in a special mood for two-three hours of cooking. Especially when it about French. I’ve opened Julia Child’s book where found Supremes de Volaille a la Milanaise, which sounded great for a man who made two failed attempts to study French in home conditions. A dish required chicken’s fillet, which I’ve haven’t. I’ve used turkey’s fillet. If you ever tarred and feathered people in American frontier in XIXth century preparation of this French dish reminds it. Definitely, it passed more of one hour when I’ve finished and left pieces of turkey in fridge for few hours for put them on stove.
My wrong was that I strictly was following to receipt what always do (once it raised fire alarm by believing to pack of frozen potato when I was in the United States.). My four pieces of turkey’s fillet were Bavarian size and didn’t remind refinement of France, but they were delicious after hour frying. I would make offense for dish if I would use ketchup or any of American sauces. And I didn’t want them. Perfect French Calvet Grande Reserve was requiring addition to excellent meat. I recalled cooking of stew beef fried on pan – a dish from same Julia Child’s book. I wanted to use wine too what for me is success in cooking of French cuisine. Calvet Grande Reserve has no flaw in sniff after bottle disclose, first sip, which goes prolong and then to good evening and relaxing aftertaste. It was love from a first sigh. And it turned out so right.


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