After a very vexing spell in the kitchen last week - I am looking at you munged up buttermilk biscuits and epic fail chocolate mousse, it was immensely relieving to step back into more comfortable territory - pate a choux.
Thank you, Universe.
Of course, Margaret has "learned me" that Mercury is in retrograde. I have also discovered that as a Virgo, I am exceptionally prone to the whims of this planet.
It is all becoming clear to me now.
It was not anything I did wrong - I was subject to a planetary phenomenon. Mercury has a reputation for being a jokester. I am sure that is why things were so messed up in the kitchen.
Yeah, I am SO running with that version of events...
It is probably a good thing that I am not hosting Thanksgiving at my house this year. This whole retrograde business lasts until the 26th.
I am making the turkey though. Should my family be concerned?
After last week's disasters, I was certain that I was doomed to have burned pate a choux dough on the bottom of my pot.
Or that I would drop the whole tray of baked puffs on the floor.
Or that I would royally mess it up in some other way.
But I didn't.
I started out easy. One batch of brownies. Two batches of bar cookies. A loaf of bread. One pot of soup.
Things were going well.
The puff-making process went so smoothly that words fail me (okay, words don't really fail me, but it sounded like an appropriately hyperbolic description). This is probably the third or fourth time I have made the pate a choux from Around My French Table (non-hyperbolic statement). Each time with success. Savory. Sweet. It doesn't matter.
This time around, I crushed a tablespoon of pink peppercorns in my mortar and pestle and threw it into the choux dough. The slight bite from the pepper went nicely with the creamy herbed filling.
The peppered puff combined with the tangy goat cheese filling was like heaven in a bite. One perfect, heavenly bite. I am not sure if it was the lack of breakfast/ lunch or if they were really that good, but the Culinary Kid (formerly known as Karate Kid) and I scarfed a batch of these down like it was our J.O.B.
I think these need to make an appearance at a holiday event...
Which means we would have to restrain ourselves.
Maybe it's better if we don't take these out in public. It might not be a pretty sight.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.