The other day I read an article in The Provence Post (a blog I follow religiously) entitled "Where would Patricia Wells eat?" and that triggered a flood of wonderful memories. Many of you know by now that Peter and I love to cook and a smaller number of you know that Peter and I went to cooking classes with Patricia Wells in her home in Provence in 2006. Following the "trip of a lifetime", I wrote a summary of the trip and an homage to Patricia which I'd like to share with you now. As the trip was two weeks long, only one of which we spent with Patricia and Walter, I'll separate the summary in to two posts. I know this is a great deal longer than most of our posts but we truly hope you enjoy this vicarious sojourn to Vaison la Romaine and Chanteduc, the home of Patricia and Walter Wells.
October 8, 2006:
Our Trip in a Very Large Nutshell
In the summer of 1999, I happily stumbled upon a hardback copy of Patricia Wells At Home in Provence, a cookbook unlike any other I’d ever seen. Its presentation is so stylish you could mistake it for an eye-catching coffee table book; its recipes are more like short stories - each has a preamble by Patricia telling how she found or developed it, when she’s most likely to prepare it and how it makes her feel. I took this book to the beach with me every week-end that summer, reading it once straight through, learning from the recipes, savoring the photos of the food and relishing the pictures of her farmhouse in Provence.
And when I was finished, I started again. It is the most page-worn cookbook in my entire collection from use as well as daydreaming over the pictures. When I learned in 2004 that Patricia teaches cooking classes at her farm in Provence, I had to sign us up and that I did – two years ahead!
The week in Vaison la Romaine at Chanteduc, cooking and learning about wine with Patricia Wells was so much fun. As you know, Peter and I cook a lot but we learned something new everyday.
The first evening, while sipping champagne near the vineyard and taking in Mont Ventoux in the distance, we learned that an almond-stuffed date, sautéed in a little olive oil and sprinkled with a little salt, makes an incredibly yummy appetizer.
The first full day,
Peter and I worked together in Julia's Kitchen (Julia, as in Julia Child) - a
kitchen separate from Patricia’s main kitchen, just off the courtyard, near the
outdoor bread oven. There are photos of Julia there cooking with Patricia and one of Julia's original ovens – still operational.
Here we made Cavaillon Melon Soup which was a first for both of us and out-of-this-world delicious. That night, while we each did our part in preparing dinner, we all joined Patricia in her self-confessed addiction to toasted pumpkin seeds. Tossed with soy and salt, toasted until “crisp and golden”, they are truly irresistible and they disappeared.
Peter is always
combining new and unusual ingredients, trying to make some new flavor
combination. Well, even he was
surprised to be combining heirloom tomatoes, freshly scraped vanilla, lime juice and
olive oil, resulting in an absolutely heavenly salad, which happened also to be
a perfect complement to the home-smoked salmon main course.
None of us had ever seen a stove-top smoker, in which Patricia placed a tablespoon of alder chips, covered by a drip pan and a rack, and salmon fillets, skin side down. Adding nothing further, Patricia slid the lid closed and placed the smoker over a fairly high flame for about 15 minutes. How simple! This was the best salmon I’ve ever tasted, and we can’t wait to do it at home. Of course, eating it outside, under an arbor, watching the sun bathe the valley below and sipping wine with it … certainly added to its enjoyment!
What did I learn? I learned how to shell langoustines for deep-fried phyllo and basil wrapped appetizers, and I learned that avocados can be sliced very thin on a mandolin. I learned that bay leaves do grow on trees – in Patricia’s courtyard - and that there are numerous types of basil, all of which grow in Patricia’s garden. And I learned that the juice from lemons and limes picked from trees just outside the door is somehow more satisfying than the juice from those picked from a bin in our supermarchés. Patricia said several times that she believes that people should generally eat food grown or raised within 100 mile radius which is exactly what we’ve done all week. The lamb that was our first night’s dinner was raised on a distant hill to the east. The chicken was raised in the valley. The goat cheese we enjoyed one evening came from the milk of goats nurtured by Patricia’s friend Josiane. The only exception was the avocados, which Patricia loves and sadly do not grow nearby.
We all understood how easy it would be to eat food from the area when Patricia took us to Vaison’s weekly market. Being from the east-end of Long Island, Peter and I are no strangers to fresh produce and good quality food but this market took our breaths away. First the simple fun of it was a joy. There seems to be a competitive camaraderie among the vendors each vying for our attention and space in our pantries or on our tables. It’s evident that each takes great pride in the quality and presentation of his or her products – the fishmonger, the butcher and the farmer.
The collage of color from one farmer’s vegetables was so brilliant that no one passed without pausing to consider adding something from his produce to that night’s menu.
Did I mention that this was a cooking and wine class? Patricia and her longtime friend Andrew Axilrod taught the wine classes. I learned so much more than I expected to about wine and taste. The wine part of the week-long class is constructed in such a way that each day builds upon what was learned and experienced the preceding day.
Day one we walked amongst the vines at Chanteduc learning and seeing where wine begins – terroir and grapes – which was followed by tasting exercises. It felt a bit silly to be sipping small amounts of sugar water, salted water, white vinegar and Campari from a tasting spoon but it really did point out where in my mouth or on my tongue I taste sugar or sense acidity. We learned that the pleasure from wine comes not only from taste but rather a combination of sight, smell and taste. Women, it was said, have a very strong sense of smell which I came to doubt in one blindfolded test. We were asked if we could determine whether the wine in two glasses before us was white or red, using our sense of smell as well as taste. For the life of me I couldn’t tell the difference. Well I learned that I should trust my own instincts. When the blindfolds were removed, I in fact had the same red wine in both glasses. My senses had not failed me.
One morning, sitting
under the Chanteduc oak tree, Patricia used a peculiar looking meter to measure
the degree of alcohol in the Chanteduc grapes – Mourvèdre, Grenache and Syrah,
if I recall correctly. It’s
September and harvest time should be near; last year it was the 25th
of September. This time of year
the grapes ripen about 1 degree a week and if all goes well, the harvest may be
in the next week or two.
With the foundation
laid in our wine education, we set off on Wednesday morning for a private tour
and tasting at Château de Beaucastel in Châteauneuf-du-Pape. The drive to Beaucastel took about half
an hour and gave us an opportunity to really see and appreciate the
terroir. Acres of vineyards
stretched for as far as the eye could see lending a soft hue to the atmosphere and
peaceful constancy to the landscape.
Seeing vines laden with grapes, we could also sense nervous anticipation
in the air for the harvest to come.
Fabrice Langlois spent
over two hours with us in the vineyards and then the cellars of Beaucastel explaining,
in many colorful ways, all that goes into making a wine at Beaucastel: the
constant attention to the vines, the terroir, their uncompromising standards
and, when all else is said and done, a bit of chance. A large storm was in the forecast and we could all sense the
tension of uncertainty that Fabrice carried inside, this close to harvest and
following a near perfect season.
The last two days of
the class started with special wine tastings conducted by Juan Sanchez from a
left-bank wine shop in Paris called La Dernière Goutte, which means “the last
drop”. We had to leave the arbor,
which was soaked, and adjourned to Patricia’s cozy dining room. Listening to the rain, every one of us was
now worried about the harvest but we focused our attention on Juan’s discussion
of the wine regions throughout France.
By this time, far from experts, but certainly more knowledgeable, we were
feeling fairly confident in our appreciation of the wines we tasted and our
ability to identify those that we liked the best. Now we learned a whole new way to use everyday words to
describe the experience of tasting the wines. Words you’ve heard used before of course prevailed, such
as: plums, honey, oak, and butter. But others were used with some
regularity and did not necessarily mean something bad, for example: leather, steel,
damp earth and, our particular favorite, wet horse – which always brought a
whinny from one in our crowd.
Peter and I are looking forward to applying everything we learned,
including our new vocabulary, to the “new world” wines from the North Fork of
Long Island.
What did I come away with from this week? I now have a few new skills that I can have fun honing and that are going to allow me to enjoy my food and wine even more than before. What’s wonderful is that Peter was with me so we can enjoy this together. The week with Patricia in and around Vaison and at Chanteduc was nothing short of special and exceeded even my expectations. I know we all were “tuition-paying students” but Patricia and Walter made us feel like very welcomed guests and the fact that we worked elbow-to-elbow with one another made it feel much more like welcomed friends. When I write to thank them for all the wonderful memories, I must remember to ask about the harvest.
Haley, I'm thrilled that you found Open Window and hope you visit often. Sign up for the class you want with Patricia ASAP as her classes fill up quickly. We signed up two years ahead! I've been locked up in Grand Jury duty for a month so haven't had a chance to finish Part two but have started it. I just need to pick the photographs.
Posted by: Claudia | Thursday, July 15, 2010 at 10:04 AM
I stumbled upon your blog via The Provence Post and I think we may be kindred spirits. Earlier today I found and printed the recipe for Avocado Sorbet & Chilled Tomato Soup, I prepared squash blossoms last night for for the first time and I have been researching Provence all day as I hope to attend Patrica Wells' cooking school for my 40th birthday in 2012. I could have saved much internet surfing time if I had just found your sight first!!!!!
I was thrilled to read the post about your trip and very much look forward to Part 2. Thank you so much for sharing it all.
Posted by: Haley | Wednesday, July 14, 2010 at 07:53 PM
Ally, Oh the memories, it was such a dream come true.
Posted by: Claudia | Tuesday, July 06, 2010 at 07:41 AM
Great write-up, Claudia; looking forward to reading your second post!
Posted by: Mary | Saturday, July 03, 2010 at 08:12 AM
great write up. seems like just yesterday. I forgot how beautiful your photographs were and you completely captured the essence of it.
Posted by: ally | Friday, July 02, 2010 at 11:38 AM
Thanks Coco and we liked the coincidence in the car park too! What fun you had in Provence... We've enjoyed looking at your 'Open Window' - the photography is lovely. Stay in touch, it's always good to hear from you. The profile picture is by a New Zealand artist friend. Love to you both from both of us
Posted by: Monty | Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 09:02 AM
Paul, So glad you enjoyed the trip, working on "more" now.
Posted by: Claudia | Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 08:42 AM
I agree with Barbara - this was awesome. I felt like I was right there with you both on a fabulous trip to a beautiful part of the world. More, please!!
Posted by: Paul Angotta | Wednesday, June 30, 2010 at 07:35 AM
I love my two new "Internet friends" are the first comments thank you both. Stay tuned for part two.
Posted by: Claudia | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 10:57 AM
This has to be one of the best posts yet. Tres magnifique!!! You transported me to Provence, and it is so timely as my youngest daughter is heading off to Paris this very moment...
Posted by: Barbara Andolsek Paintings | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 10:27 AM
Great article. I've never been to a cooking class (maybe I should!) It sounds like it was a lot of fun. What a great location too!
Posted by: Valerie Jardin | Monday, June 28, 2010 at 08:15 AM