by Jenise » Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:05 pm
Every now and then I drop a big hunk of a cheap cut of beef in seasoned water or broth in order to eventually have a pot a feu, a miraton or french dip styled sandwiches, and invariably I'm standing there with a knife and fork guiltily shaving off illicit little bites of the rare, barely cooked edges with the saturated, salty flavors of the cooking broth, and I just love that. It has always been in the back of my mind, therefore, to just make a little extra to feed myself a more substantial serving, but I've never done so.
And so when I tripped across Alice Waters' recipe for Beef a la Ficelle, wherein she poaches a hunk of filet mignon for about half an hour in a heavily seasoned broth, then slices it for serving as one would a roast, nothing would do but that I elevate this little sneak treat of mine to an elegant dinner for the Bobster. Finally got around to that a few days ago.
In a small, 2 qt pot big enough to hold the three inch log of tenderloin I'd secured for this project, I sauteed half an onion, two garlic cloves and two small carrots in a bit of EVOO, and added a bit of white wine, equal amounts chicken and beef broth and a big bay leaf from the garden. That simmered for about half an hour and then got nestled in a bowl of ice to cool down to tepid, as Alice reccomended more of a cold start, while I prepared the radish and cress salad that would be our first course and the side dish I planned, a baked artichoke-stuffed onion on a bed of wilted spinach.
Once in the pot and brought back to heat and then reduced to the lowest simmer, the meat took about 25 minutes to reach an internal 125 F.
So how did I like it? Wasn't thrilled, and I even felt a little foolish for not predicting both of my complaints. Firstly, the internal parts of the big hunk which had no contact with the cooking broth lacked everything that makes the little pot gems of the past so appealing. Secondly, all by itself filet just doesn't have much flavor, and what there is often has a rather livery taste to me, and this did that. Basically, it's why I never ever order filet mignon or prepare filets as individual steaks unless they're going to be enveloped in a robust finishing pan sauce, like Steak Diane or something involving blue cheese and brandy. I don't know why I thought I'd feel different about it prepared this way.
Oh wait, I do know. Alice. She's never steered me wrong before, but she's wrong about this: at the very least, good idea, wrong cut. Will have to re-explore with something else. Or maybe I'm more like my cats than I think, and food just tastes better when it's stolen.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov