Anonymous
A Mother you love with her good and her bad,
but if she cannot cook... that's really quite sad.
But alas there is one meal we can raise the glass for a toast.
Man she never fails with that juicy pot roast.
So she can't scramble eggs or combine peanut butter with jelly,
but her smile and her specialty will always bring joy to my belly!
For now...
Michelle Bernstein on the creation of Chocolate-Painted Fois Gras
"I didn't have a very firm grip on the terrine mold,
so instead of lifting it, I only succeeded in pulling it off the shelf.
It eluded my slippery fingers and tumbled down past my widening eyes,
right into the bowl of chocolate sauce, where it bobbed for a moment,
like a ship with a hull breach taking on water, and then proceeded to
sink into the murky depths.As I reached in after it, my colleagues rushed
over to help me try to save it — a difficult task. Had the terrine come
straight from the fridge, it would have been hard and cold, and easy to
wipe off. But softened as it was, and warming even more thanks
to the chocolate, it was beginning to leach out into the sauce.
Tan globules were bubbling up to the surface, turning the
chocolate into a mocha-colored nightmare.I gingerly retrieved
the unmolded terrine from the sauce and laid it out on my station.
The other cooks and I stood over it in our chocolate-spattered whites,
trying to decide how to save our patient.
The first step was to halt the melting and preserve its shape,
and we worked on it furiously, smoothing it over with spatulas and our fingers.
I was panicked beyond words. "
