I decided to combine two different stocks I had on hand today and make a fusion consomme.
Last week when I made my Chicken Kiev, I saved the bones and skin and made a chicken stock.
When I made my oxtails, I saved the stock from that.
Today, I made a melange of chicken and oxtail consomme.
Here's the oxtail stock.
The oxtails are so full of gelatin that this just slid out of the container and stood up all by itself.
I had a potful of chicken stock in the downstairs fridge which apparently was set too low, temperature-wise, so it froze.
Here's the oxtail stock on top of the frozen chicken stock.
You know I have a thing for steam.
I went through my regular process:
Temper my beaten egg whites with heated stock.
Add egg white mixture to simmering stock.
Offset pan on burner and barely simmer 1/4 pan at a time for 5 minutes.
Turn each 5 minutes and barely simmer.
Skim off coagulated whites and trapped nasty bits.
Pour remainder through cheesecloth.
And WALLAH!
Glistening, clear, jewel-like consomme.
Such flavor.
Such intensity.
So many layers and nuances of flavor.
Superb.
Did I mention that this was delicious?
4 comments:
Rosie, were there any faces in your steam? Okay, all silliness aside, were the oxtails good? As in, are they worth me making, given that I have a very fussy family? Cause I'd really like to try them, but since I have such a sissy family, I have to pick and choose my battles carefully.
I'd try them, Marilyn. I liked them, as did the family. However, be sure you trim the fat off. I forgot to. Rosie hangs head in shame. They're better for winter fare, as in a hearty meal, but go ahead and brave it. It's very much like a good pot roast, only expensive. Seeing that it comes from one area of the cow and the cow only has one tail. I believe they were $4.69/lb. Which I would never pay for. Except I did since I needed O in my culinary alphabet.
And damn it. I've been shooting all these pics of steam trying to get something in them. But, alas, no. No "Scream." Lucky, bitch, you! :) And I mean bitch in the nicest sense of the word, dear.
Ah, Rosie, I'm blushing. I just got lucky with my picture. Honestly. But I trust your culinary expertise, so I will be planning an oxtail meal for my family soon. Bwah, ha, ha....
Mar, Just don't tell them what it is. That's what I did with my family with the sweetbreads. And they loved them. Until they found out what they were. OK, only Mr. Hawthorne and Daughter H. Youngest H was OK with it. He thought the other two were pussies.
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