What a weekend! I’ve been busy busy busy – socially, professionally, culinarily, and intellectually. I’ve been grading the scholarly work of others, and others have been grading me in a vastly different arena. Challenges abound. But I’m thrilled to say that it’s been a good weekend, one I will be proud of for quite some time. You don’t necessarily need to know why, dear reader, that I am so happy right now, but you do have lots to do with it, and I thank you for loyally visiting Lolita’s dinner table week after week to see what I’m serving for my supper. I’m plumb tickled every time someone tells me they tried one of my recipes, and tickled to hot pink whenever I hear someone say they felt comfortable enough to futz with my how-to in order to make the dish their own masterpiece. Teaching you all how to enjoy the fruits of the land, the sea, and the grocery store is almost as good as eating my own creations. Cooking is creativity, friends — nourishment for the body and for the soul. Cook, eat, drink… and be happy!
Tonight’s dinner was launched on something of a whim. I wanted to use some perfect tenderloins purchased again at Blood Farm, in West Groton, MA (our new favorite meat purveyor – sadly, but charmingly, lacking a website) as our main course, and I wanted to do something technically challenging, stick-to-your ribs, rich and delicious, but elegant, too: to celebrate! What else but Beef Wellington? Several recipes I looked up called for mustard, several for foie gras; I couldn’t reconcile the sharp,vinegar taste of the former with the savory, ethereal aspect of the latter, so I split the difference by purchasing a slab of pure duck liver paté mousse with black truffle. Fancified home-cooking, here we come…
2 1 1/2″ thick fresh filet mignons (beef tenderloin steaks)
1 stick butter
4 shallots, diced, divided (about 1 cup total)
an assortment of beautiful wild mushrooms (about 2 cups total, chopped)
4 oz chives (about 1 bunch), chopped roughly and divided
1 pint heavy cream
1 cup dry sherry
4 oz paté (this is duck liver mousse, with cognac and black truffle)
3 cloves crushed garlic
8 oz puff pastry, thawed
1 egg, beaten with a dash of water
watercress, tossed with EVOO, salt, pepper, and a squeeze of lemon juice
This is the second set of tenderloins I’ve eaten from Blood Farm, and it is the second best steak I’ve ever eaten at home. Seriously. Not only because of how tender and flavorful it was, but because at a little more than $8/lb, it’s cheaper than any tenderloin I can find. Anywhere. And this was seared, cooled, then baked in pastry – not an easy thing to get just right, requiring really fresh, wonderful meat to make it happen. I pat these very dry before sprinkling them liberally with fresh crushed black pepper and sea salt.
… bottom, and – using my tongs…
…I rolled them across the heat on all their cut edges. I’m looking for a lovely brown fond on all surfaces – sealing in the juices and par-cooking the steaks before the final bake.
Meanwhile, I’ve scrubbed and trimmed my mushrooms, and skinned and chopped my shallots. I have a delightful blend of fungi: shitake, chanterelle, and wood ear mushrooms. Whole Foods had ‘em, and I bought ‘em. Given that the tenderloin was so cheap, these represented the largest chunk of tonight’s bill, but mushrooms don’t weigh much, so a handful of each (at from $10.99 – $21.99) at the market still only rang in at less than $10.00. Totally worth it.
I remove my steaks from the pan and set them aside on a dish to cool (they need to reach room temp before they are wrapped in pastry), collecting all their lovely red beefy drippings to use in my sauce later. My ‘shrooms and shallots get chucked into the hot pan where the fat is still sizzling, and I stir everything around really well to get it sweating.
A dash of chopped chives add color and snap.
I admit, this is just Pillsbury puff pastry, and I didn’t love it. It lacked the buttery flavor I expected, but it certainly puffed nicely. I’ve been defrosting it in the fridge for a few hours, then on the counter until it reached room temp. I carefully unfold it, then roll it out to a nice, square, uniform thinness.
It’s high time I gave credit to The Review Lady, whose Beef Wellington posting largely contributed to this recipe. Thanks for the inspiration, especially the great instructions on how to wrap the steak: I’d screwed that up before. Based on her recommendation, I start by spooning a few tablespoons of my creamed, sherried, sauteed wild mushrooms in the center of each pastry square.
Foie gras is the idealization of the flavor of rich duck deliciousness, and it is expensive and not usually found in your workaday supermarket – including Whole Foods. I can get it at Savenor’s, usually in small enough cuts to not blow the bank, but I couldn’t get there today. I’ve made this recipe before, but have been turned off by the flavor of mustard with the duxelle, thinking it overpowering and out-of-place. Lacking liver, but rejecting mustard, I opted for a savory, whipped mousse of foie savored by cognac and studded with flecks of black truffle, wrapped in aspic. I have to resist the urge to just dive into this with a water-cracker and a side of triple-cream brie…
I have too little experience forming shapes with dough. What I thought would be a vaugely off-set layered leaf effect ended up looking like a swollen nipple – to be blunt. I’ve learned: don’t cut your pastry shapes too small. Still, it looked promising! I brush the whole package down – top and sides – with egg wash, then I set both Wellingtons on a parchment lined cookie sheet before throwing it into a 400° oven for 25 minutes to roast through.
After my sauce has thickened, and my puff pastry has browned, I have a perfect package of protein shot through with savory deliciousness and layered on a bed of tender mushrooms enrobed in creamy sherry sauce.
With a simple salad of salted and oiled watercress, my Beef Wellingtons sit pretty on their pillow of umame enjoyment. From start to finish, this meal took only 90 minutes to make, but the impact was timeless. A perfect, flaky pasty shell wrapped around a tender, medium rare (if only the picture had turned out!), thoroughly juicy, mushroom caked and richly-moussed prime steak — a dinner perfectly suited to crown an excellent weekend. Dear friends, my readers, how I hope you begin and end each span of time in your life – be it a moment, or an eon – with such eager anticipation and equally enriching fulfillment, as I enjoyed these past few days. Eating well, by the one’s own labors, is one of life’s true pleasures. Try it for yourselves — you won’t regret it.