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Cooking like Julia at Le Cordon Bleu, Paris, France
You can't mention #Paris without mentioning the #foodanddrink scene. Lucky for you, part of that scene includes Le Cordon Bleu, where you can learn to #cook like one of their famous graduates, the legendary Julia Child. Impress your family with a #tasty meal, and hang the diploma in your kitchen to mark your accomplishment.
Cooking Like Julia at Le Cordon Bleu, Paris
Our guest contributor, Leigh Anne, shares her experience learning to cook like Julia Child at the legendary Cordon Bleu culinary school, in Paris, France.
I left my cozy hotel on Rue Cler before the markets opened and spilled out onto the street. Early on a Saturday morning, Paris was still asleep and the taxi driver needed headlights to navigate through the 7th Arrondissement. Within minutes, we arrived at my destination, Le Cordon Bleu, Paris. I was enrolled in an all-day class celebrating the cooking of Julia Child. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect and as I waited for our class leader, I was mesmerized by the conversations I overheard. “I need a new set of knives.” “My sauté exam is today…” “My beurre blanc was awful.” All around me, culinary students were bustling along the cramped halls and stairways.
We were greeted by our interpreter and, after a quick coffee; we were led to a large demonstration kitchen. Desks took up one-third of the room, while in front was a magnificent and pristine kitchen. A large mirror was suspended from the ceiling enabling even those in the back of the room to see the chef’s every move. The room was quiet except for the scurrying of two young assistants. My class was enthralled watching the prep work and I wondered how we would feel when the chef actually arrived.
He arrived and we were giddy schoolgirls meeting a rock star. He was everything I thought he would be. An older man, he had a jovial smile, a twinkle in his eye and a delightful cadence in his speech. While the class consisted entirely of English speakers, Chef spoke to us only in French, naturally. Through his interpreter, we learned the recipes we would learn that day were not specifically the recipes of Julia Child but were dishes indicative of her style of cooking. We were encouraged to take notes and to ask questions. After the lunch break, we would be expected to make the main dish.
He arrived and we were giddy schoolgirls meeting a rock star
I spent the next three hours in total concentration. I took pages and pages of notes. I tried to burn into my brain every nuance, every tidbit of information. I was in awe, when Chef made a tart crust entirely by hand. The baby turnips and carrots for the main dish were hand carved to ensure their uniformity. The mussels were delicately and beautifully arranged on a serving dish. It was all perfection and it all looked so incredibly easy to prepare.
It was all perfection and it all looked so incredibly easy to prepare
By the end of the morning session, we had witnessed the creation of an entire meal. I was utterly amazed at the attention to detail the Chef gave to every task. The appetizer consisted of beautiful tiny mussels, from Brittany, served in a delicate curry sauce. The main course was a very traditional French classic, Blanquette de Veau with baby vegetables and for dessert, a simple yet mouthwatering pear and apple tart. We were rewarded for our note taking by sampling each dish. The flavors and presentation were incredible but now I was left thinking, “Can I recreate this?”.
We were on our own for lunch and feeling the need to absorb the morning’s information and to relax just a minute, I headed to a small brasserie around the corner. I love places like this in Paris. A small bar in the front led to a cozy restaurant in the back. It was early for lunch so I was alone in the dining room. I looked at the menu board and opted for the plat du jour. Today, and every Saturday, it was a charcuterie plate. What arrived was simple yet comforting and delicious. The dish consisted of a variety of sausages, country pâté, rillettes and various condiments. Together with a basket of crusty bread and a glass of rosé, I felt rejuvenated when I left a short hour later.
For the afternoon session, we were escorted to the top floor and into a rectangular room with a large steel table running down the center. This was our workspace and, during our absence, the assistants had placed all the necessary ingredients and tools at each of our stations. “If only the same thing could happen at home,” I thought. I took a position at the end of the table, arranged my cutting board and knives, donned my apron and prepared to receive my “orders”. Behind me was my six burner stove and various pans. I was ready to begin.
“You need to get your meat cooking now or you won’t have time to finish,” bellowed the interpreter. To my left side was a four-pound slab of veal waiting to be prepped. I quickly prepped the meat, added it to a pot, covered it with water and allowed it to slowly simmer.
While the meat simmered, I began to carve the baby root vegetables trying to emulate Chef’s earlier mastery. While his were carved in a beautiful uniform fashion, mine looked slightly deformed and strangely unappealing. I placed them in separate small skillets to “sweat” and moved to my next task. Within minutes, I heard a squeal from my neighbor followed by the Chef bellowing, “Quel désastre!” I glanced quickly back to my stove and realized that the disaster was not my neighbor’s but mine. I had forgotten to lower the burners and my vegetables were terribly burned. I was mortified but the smile quickly returned to Chef’s face and in perfect English, he said, “Do not worry. We can fix this.” And he did.
I was mortified but the smile quickly returned to Chef’s face and in perfect English, he said, “Do not worry. We can fix this.” And he did
For the next several hours, most of the class worked in silence. There were moments of nervous laughter but for the most part, we were completely focused. The Chef made periodic stops at each station to answer questions or to check seasonings. Finally, my dish was finished. I mustered the courage to have the Chef sample mine. “C’est bon…but perhaps a bit more salt. In France, a pinch of salt is like this.” He put together his thumb and first two fingers. “In America, you do it like this.” He put together only his thumb and first finger. “See, it is not enough.”
I placed my food in containers to transport home. Tomorrow, I would serve it to my family. I said my farewells to Chef and thanked him and then headed to a main street to find a taxi to the train station. The next day, we feasted on my creation. I have worn my apron a few times but honestly, I love just looking at it hanging from a hook in my kitchen. I have not framed my “diploma” but maybe one day, I will. The mussel appetizer has become a favorite. As for the tart, well, I cannot come up with the courage to make a tart crust by hand. Perhaps, I need a few more lessons. I know exactly where to go.
About Le Cordon Bleu, Paris
Started as a Parisian cooking school in 1895, Le Cordon Bleu is now an international network focusing not only on culinary arts but also on the entire hospitality industry. The school is not just for aspiring chefs but for anyone who has a love of food.
The school’s website makes it incredibly easy to select a course. Most demonstration classes are three hours in length. Hands-on classes typically continue in the afternoon for another three hours. The topics are endless: bread-baking, sauces, macaroons, appetizers, just to name a few. You can even go on a Paris market tour and learn the secrets for selecting the best products. Interested in wine? The school also sponsors trips to the various wine regions of France.
Le Cordon Bleu Paris Campus 8 Rue Léon Delhomme Paris 75015, France