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There's a yin-yang shininess to what is termed "comfort food" -- the yin of simplicity and familiarity, balanced with the yang of the excitement of refined techniques.
Roasted chicken, with giblet gravy.
Yeah, Grandma cooked this dish every week of her 103-year life, but there's also a reason she cooked it the way she did...the distillation over generations down to the essence of what it takes to cook a chicken well, married with the extravagance of what else gets thrown in...what she knew would tickle the palate of the fickle tastes of her particular family. Show me a family's favorite roasted chicken, and I am sure I could cook virtually anything else, and that family would like it.
I may sound like I'm waxing far too poetic for such a simple dish, but for American/European cooking, the roasted chicken may be the perfect example of a meal itself. It's easy to over-think this dish. Teriaki or buffalo style, drowning in butter or too crunchy with rosemary. It needs enough attention not to overcook to dryness, or to undercook just enough to make the FDA start tapping the table nervously.
Here I shift to Thomas Keller, perhaps the best American chef of French style in the States today. His yang-cookbook "The French Laundry" is a seriously interesting look into veering culinary techniques. His yin-cookbook "Bouchon", is based on his more bistro/mom-and-pop comfort-food techniques of what chefs might eat (as he implies) when they get off work.
The very first recipe in Keller's "Bouchon" is a roasted chicken. It's in the introduction, not even in the actual list of recipes, which actually has another recipe of roasted chicken using different techniques.
In keeping with my yin-yang view of comfort food, I absolutely love his astonishingly simple technique for roasting a chicken. However, his butter-mustard serving partnership is too mild for me. I prefer a robust chicken giblet gravy. His shallot-haricot vert make a great side for this dish, but again, I love his minimalist technique, but jack it up his green beans with feta and sautéed almonds. Maybe it was the way I was raised. But here we go anyway:
( More chicken )
Roasted chicken, with giblet gravy.
Yeah, Grandma cooked this dish every week of her 103-year life, but there's also a reason she cooked it the way she did...the distillation over generations down to the essence of what it takes to cook a chicken well, married with the extravagance of what else gets thrown in...what she knew would tickle the palate of the fickle tastes of her particular family. Show me a family's favorite roasted chicken, and I am sure I could cook virtually anything else, and that family would like it.
I may sound like I'm waxing far too poetic for such a simple dish, but for American/European cooking, the roasted chicken may be the perfect example of a meal itself. It's easy to over-think this dish. Teriaki or buffalo style, drowning in butter or too crunchy with rosemary. It needs enough attention not to overcook to dryness, or to undercook just enough to make the FDA start tapping the table nervously.
Here I shift to Thomas Keller, perhaps the best American chef of French style in the States today. His yang-cookbook "The French Laundry" is a seriously interesting look into veering culinary techniques. His yin-cookbook "Bouchon", is based on his more bistro/mom-and-pop comfort-food techniques of what chefs might eat (as he implies) when they get off work.
The very first recipe in Keller's "Bouchon" is a roasted chicken. It's in the introduction, not even in the actual list of recipes, which actually has another recipe of roasted chicken using different techniques.
In keeping with my yin-yang view of comfort food, I absolutely love his astonishingly simple technique for roasting a chicken. However, his butter-mustard serving partnership is too mild for me. I prefer a robust chicken giblet gravy. His shallot-haricot vert make a great side for this dish, but again, I love his minimalist technique, but jack it up his green beans with feta and sautéed almonds. Maybe it was the way I was raised. But here we go anyway:
( More chicken )
