This week's recipe: King Cake Bread Pudding
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of the Beatles. Anyone who knows Beatles history knows that on July 28, 1968 the Fab Four took a break from recording “The White Album” and spent the entire day with two photographers travelling all over London on what is now referred to as the “Mad day out.”
My wife
and I— along with our daughter and several of our friends— have just completed
our own version of a mad day out. Though, instead of spending the day with
photographers in London, we loaded up in a 15-passenger van and drove all over
New Orleans in search of houses and yards that have been decorated for Mardi
Gras.
Mardi Gras
in New Orleans, the Gulf Coast, Mobile, and my hometown was cancelled this year.
New Orleanians, being the fun-loving, creative people, they are decided to make
their own carnival fun by decorating their homes and lawns in all manner of
Mardi Gras frivolity.
It was my wife’s idea to have our friends drive down and load everyone up in a van and do a tour of the homes. She handled the Mardi Gras end of things (namely Googling where the houses were located, and mixing up cocktails by the batch, a task that— according to her friends— she’s very good at), I drove the van handled all of the dining details (things I am good at). Our mad day out turned into a fun day filled with family, friends, food, fun, and— for all but two of us— a lot of adult beverages).
My day started
with my usual, every-morning trip to La Boulangerie bakery. The pastries there
are as good as any I have eaten in France. As a testament to the quality of
that particular bakery, I get up every morning when we are in New Orleans and
drive 20 minutes from our apartment in the Marigny to that awesome French blue
building on Magazine Street in Uptown just off of Napoleon for croissants,
orange juice, and iced tea (it’s all about priorities, people).
By the
time I got back to the apartment the party had already begun. Our Mardi Gras
decorations didn’t go to waste this year as my wife had decorated the apartment
in advance of the occasion. The mood was upbeat and festive.
I made brunch
reservations at Justin Devillier’s, Justine in the French Quarter. It was an
exceptional meal with excellent service, but the standout was— by far— the
French onion soup. I texted Devillier half-way through the meal and told him
that it was the best example of that particular soup that I have ever eaten, since
I ate Paul Bocuse’s version in Lyon in 2011. Despite the pandemic and all of
the COVID regulations, the place was busy, and the energy level was spot on.
Whoever makes the playlist in Justine has been reading my mail.
We took a
break immediately after brunch and went back to the apartment. Under normal
circumstances, at that particular point, I would have taken a nap, or at least
dozed off half a dozen times while sitting in my chair. But the conversation
and the revelry were in full bloom, so I worked with my friend Steve to plot
the route we would take winding through New Orleans in search of house floats.
Mid-afternoon we loaded up in the van and went in search of Mardi Gras 2021. I love the fact that New Orleanians have gone to great lengths— and great expense— to keep the Mardi Gras tradition alive during the pandemic. Houses all over town are decorated to differing degrees and with different themes. For 300 years that city has endured more challenges than most, and this virus was not going to stop a centuries-old tradition of celebration before Lent.
St.
Charles Avenue was bumper-to-bumper most of the afternoon, but there were
houses in neighborhoods all over the city. The van was rocking, there were
colored lights blinking, music blaring, and adult beverages flowing freely. The
mood was raucous. After driving around for a few hours, we took a much-needed break
at the longtime River Bend watering hole, Cooter Brown’s, where I ate the best
raw oysters I have ever eaten in a dive bar, maybe ever. They were large,
salty, and ice cold.
For dinner, we drove back into the French Quarter for an excellent small-plates meal at Cane and Table. There is a rib offering on the menu that reminds me of an olive-oil braised version at my favorite tapas bar in Barcelona, Tapeo.
The day’s
food was excellent— croissants, onion soup, oysters, and ribs. Not all was
prototypical New Orleans fare, but in the fine tradition of that city, it was
all first rate.
The house
tour was fun, but most of all, the day was about sharing time with family and
friends. If there is a silver lining in all of this pandemic mess we’ve been
dealing with for almost a year, it’s that we have been forced to get creative
in how we interact with one another. In the case of our made day out in New
Orleans, I couldn’t imagine a better time with a finer group of people.
Onward.
KING CAKE BREAD PUDDING
2 cups milk
2 cups heavy whipping cream
3/4 cup sugar, divided
4 egg yolks
8 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
1/8 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1 8-10” round cream cheese filled King Cake
Place the milk, cream and half of the sugar in a small sauce pot and place over medium heat. Bring this mixture to a simmer, stirring occasionally to prevent the sugar from burning. While the milk mixture is heating, place the remaining sugar, egg yolks, whole eggs, vanilla and salt into a stainless-steel mixing bowl. Using a wire whisk, beat the egg mixture until it become light yellow in color. Slowly begin adding the hot milk to the beaten eggs, whisking constantly to prevent the eggs from cooking.
Cut the King Cake into two-inch thick slices.
Pour half of the custard into a two-quart round Pyrex baking dish (nine-inch diameter).
Submerge the King cake slices into the custard. Pour the
remaining custard over the top and cover the baking dish. Cover and refrigerate
over night.
Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
Remove the covering from the refrigerated bread pudding and gently press down the King Cake so that the custard completely covers the surface. Cover the bread pudding with a piece of parchment paper, and then cover the paper with a piece of aluminum foil.
In a roasting pan large enough to hold the Pyrex dish, place
two inches of hot water. Place the Pyrex dish in the water and bake for 40
minutes. Remove the foil and parchment paper and bake for 10 additional
minutes.
Remove from the oven and allow the pudding to rest for one hour before serving.
Serve with Brandy Crème Anglaise
Yields 8-10 servings
Brandy Crème Anglaise
1 cup cream
1/2 cup half and half
1/4 cup brandy
3/4 cup sugar, divided
4 egg yolks
1 tsp vanilla extract
In a stainless steel pot bring the cream, half and half, brandy,
half of the sugar and to vanilla a simmer. While it is heating, combine the
yolks and remaining sugar in a mixing bowl and whip until pale yellow in color.
Slowly begin adding the cream mixture into to yolks,
stirring constantly until all the milk has cream mixture has been added. Pour
the mixture back into the sauce pot and cook over a low-medium flame stirring
constantly. Cook until the mixture becomes thick enough to coat a spoon or
spatula.
Remove from the heat and cool down in an ice bath.
This sauce may be made two-three days in advance.
11 comments:
His obsession with New Orleans is weird. For somebody who spends so much time these days in the public spotlight saying he doesn't have any money he sure is living high on the hog.
@ 11:05 i bet u r fun at partiezzzzz
11:05 am - That is what I thought after reading this. St. John has moaned about the dire straits of the restaurant industry, the need for the federal government to bail out independent restaurants, and having his own financial difficulties, but now is writing about his Marigny apartment and dining at New Orleans restaurants.
Ahhhh what a life......
St. John is a democrat. Like John Kerry who moans about carbon footprints and flies around in a private jet.
A good restaurateur checks out other restaurants for new ideas or current trends.
"A good restaurateur checks out other restaurants for new ideas or current trends."
Is that a point of argument?
What kind of foodie would not love spending time in New Orleans? Especially when it is 90 minutes away. And trust me, he is making an appeal for the industry, not just for himself. When the owner of the Coney Island greasy spoon down here in Hattiesburg got hit with cancer, it was RSJ who helped the family open it back up and it was his column that publicized the reopening. It amazes me how much stupidity oozes around a shield of anonymity on the internet.
Some of your keyboard cowboys would love spending a few hours on the Gamestop message board on Reddit. Think of all of the people you could fix there.
4:20, followed one minute later by the same person, speaks of keyboard cowards and anonymity while posting anonymously. Classic. (and asks that we trust him) bwahahahaha.
Some of you negative nellies missed the whole point of this wonderful article. Enjoy your senior discount at Applebee's Madison.
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