My father was a hunter. Our freezer was well-stocked with rabbit and pheasant. Plus the occasional duck (rare) or deer (not quite as rare). As a matter of fact, when I was a child, for some reason I also ate squirrel. Why he hunted squirrel, I have no idea.
I remember I always hated eating these animals. Not because I didn’t like the taste (and yes, squirrel does have a nutty flavor); it was all really good. Or because of Bambi and Thumper; I didn’t connect them with what I saw in my plate. But I hated the possibility of crunching down on a piece of buckshot... or whatever ammo it was that sometimes slipped past the vigilant eye of my mother, the cook, until it made its stealthy presence felt with tooth-breaking potential. Of course, it did provide excellent training for finding the ceramic fève hidden in those French Epiphany cakes known as galettes.
But I digress.
Years ago, a Belgian friend drove me from Paris to Brussels via the long route, which wound its way through the Ardennes forest. You still had to have passports then to cross borders. At dusk we drove through the darkening forest and suddenly there was a tiny hut in the middle of nowhere, a light shining through its one window. Inside were two or three border patrol agents playing cards. They were not amused at being interrupted, which probably happened once in a blue moon, as tourists don’t take this route and contrabanders give all border posts a wide berth. But they finally found the border stamp for my passport, and we went on our way, into Belgium.
The Ardennes are a beautiful region, but Americans rarely go there. Not unless they’re interested in the Battle of the Bulge, the coldest, deadliest days of the March to Berlin by the Allied Army during World War II. And where my friend and I were heading for dinner and an overnight stop was in the heart of that region, near Bastogne, in La Roche-en-Ardenne. As this was in late October, hunting season had already provided restaurants in the region with game of both the furry and feathered sort. And so it was there that I first fell in love with sauce grand veneur, or huntsman’s sauce.
In researching my October recipe, I found that this sauce could be used with bison as well, which may be more readily available than venison in some parts of the United States. I also found a recipe that used sauce grand veneur with boar, so you might even be able to use it with a pork roast if you really need something much more familiar. But in any case, it’s a festive dish for a special occasion.P.S. This is a variation on Chef Raymond Oliver’s recipe. I’ve chosen to leave out the "blood" ingredient, as it probably isn’t available to most.
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The 4-lb saddle of venison needs to marinate for 24 hours, so be sure to plan backwards in time.
Marinade:
- 2 onions, sliced
- 2 carrots, sliced
- 6 peppercorns
- 4 whole cloves
- 4 shallots, minced
- 2 parsley sprigs
- ½ t dried thyme
- 1 t dried rosemary
- 1 bay leaf
- a little coarse salt
- 2 c dry red wine
- 2 T cognac
After you take the venison out of the marinade, keep it to be added to the sauce poivrade, which is the next step.
Sauce poivrade:(makes about 2 ½ c)
- 1 t vegetable or olive oil
- 2 T butter
- 1 carrot, thinly sliced
- 1 medium-sized onion, thinly sliced
- 1 parsley sprig
- 1 bay leaf
- ½ t dried thyme
- 1 T tomato paste
- 1 garlic clove, crushed
- pinch of salt
- 6 peppercorns, crushed
- ½ c wine vinegar
- 1 t flour
- 1 t cornstarch
- ½ c dry red wine
- 2 c veal stock
- 2 T cognac
You can make this the previous day and keep it in the refrigerator. But be sure to warm it thoroughly before adding it in with the rest.
Now let’s bring it all together, with the other ingredients:
- 3 T peanut oil
- 3 T butter
- 4 lb saddle of venison (or boar, or even pork roast, with as much fat as possible removed)
- 1 c crème fraîche or heavy cream
- 2 T red currant jelly
- 2 c sauce poivrade, thoroughly heated
- 1 t cornstarch
- 3 T cognac
- Strain the marinade and add it to the heated sauce poivrade. Reduce over high heat to about half its quantity.
- Just before serving time, return the sauce poivrade to a boil. Mix the cornstarch into the cognac thoroughly, then add it in, along with the red currant jelly and heavy cream. Stir with a wooden spoon and simmer for a few minutes, stirring constantly.
- Carve the meat, coat it with the sauce grand veneur, pouring any extra into a gravyboat. Serve with puree of chestnuts. Or as an alternative, pureed celery root or even mashed potatoes.
Serves 6.
Accompany with a full-bodied red wine, preferably a burgundy, or perhaps a cahors.
A lot of work. I love this dish, but I'm happy to leave it to the pros to cook it and bring it to my table :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not much of a chef, so will not be attempting this. However, I shall be delighted to forward this to my 'dear daughter.'
ReplyDeleteMy mother found this recipe in an American magazine years ago. She was a brave cook and decided to tackle it for our Christmas feast. It was a huge hit! We now call it The Wild Boar and it has become the traditional Christmas dinner in our family. Kudos to Mom!
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