Of course this could happen in the states, but it just seems so... French. I have some American friends who are whizkids in the kitchen (Elan, Ashleigh, you two continue to shock & awe me), but I have to say that the French really DO cook alot and this weekend seemed to prove my point. How many Americans do you know that grab their whisks and rollers and say "Let's spend 4hrs in the kitchen and drink until we're cross-eyed!!!"... not many I'm guessin', well at least.. this specimen is rare in Wisconsin.
The basic principals are:
- Smoke cigarettes.
- Psyche out the competition
Three meals, three teams, fierce competition, old-world-country house and radical food. Needless to say, I was pretty excited, and my ass swelled up a size with joy just thinking about it. After this weekend, I can only explain to you how I feel by quoting the motto of my friend and fellow blogger, Siri of Siriously Dilicious: "Food has replaced sex in my life, and now I can't get into my own pants."
My team mates arrived and immediately hit the kitchen, since we were up first with Saturday lunch. Having already planned our attack based on a theme (Green-White-Red), we were ready to kick (and grow) ass. We were fantastic, and even won the best entré (suck on that!)
I believe that at one point between the Boeuf Bourguingnon and the Tarte Tatin, I leaned into my wine glass, inhaling it's intoxicating, velvety goodness and whispered, "shh shhh shhh... I love your musk... I'm a mess with you ya... when this is all over, I think you & I should get an appartment together!". A rowdy, puffed-up time was had by all.
I think the main ingredients in our meals consisted of:
- Butter mixed with oil
- Pure fat
and of course, your ever popular,
- whipped cream.
To help you fully understand the weekend and it's effects, I've created the following graph: