I love reading about food and one of my all-time favourite food
writers is Elizabeth David, who died in 1992. Perhaps her best
known work is 'An omelette and a glass of wine', which I can
thoroughly recommend as a good read - various chapters in varying lengths, all devoted to some aspect of food.
My favourite chapter is the one from which the book takes its title -
An Omelette and a glass of wine. In it there is an amusing story, which says such a lot about pretentiousness where food is concerned, and is just as true today.
There was once a restaurant just off the coast of Normandy called
Tete d'Or and its whole reputation rested upon one dish, which was
served every day - omelette, ham, fried sole, lamb cutlets, potatoes, roast chicken and salad. What an enormous meal it sounds.
But the fame of the dish rested on one thing and one thing only - the lightness and beauty of Madame Poulard's omelettes. Her reputation was such that people flocked to Mont St Michel just to experience them and a whole list of possible reasons why they were
so good grew round them. Some said she mixed water with the eggs, Some said she had a special pan. Some thought she added cream to the eggs and some even said that she had a special breed of hen unknown anywhere else.
Finally, after Madame Poulard retired someone plucked up the courage to write and ask her. Here is her reply:
I break good eggs into a bowl and beat them well. Then I put a knob of butter into a pan, throw in the eggs, shaking the pan constantly. I am happy if this recipe pleases you.
It couldn't be much simpler than that, could it? Try it sometime!