The Vision of Piers Plowman’s Lunch – otherwise known as tartiflette

 

It’s nearly three decades since I studied medieval literature at university. This afternoon I searched out my copies of The Vision of Piers Plowman, Le Morte Arthur and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight to give to my son who’s about to go to university to study English literature himself. It’s a sobering reminder of time’s passage. Or, to put it more brutally, a sure way for a mother to feel 103.

You probably wouldn’t thank me for a full analysis of William Langland’s The Vision of Piers Plowman. But, in a game of medieval roulette, I closed my eyes and slapped my forefinger down on a random line in the book, to see if I could still make sense of it:

And Mede is manered after hym, right as [asketh kynde]:

Qualis pater, talis filius. Bona arbor bonum fructum facit

A good tree produces good fruit? Much as I love Piers Plowman, I have to argue, if only in defence of the abominable-looking plum tree in my garden. It’s misshapen, wonky, stunted, ugly and has snapped branches – and yet it’s the producer of the most delicious fruit you could ask for. Even our dog takes a detour round the tree at this time of year to grab a quick snack.

Plum tree with broken branch

Its neighbour, the greengage tree, is twice as tall and is serenely elegant …and the fruit is a disaster. If Langland had ever dropped by and tasted both plums and greengages, Passus II, line 27 of his poem could have been totally different: ‘A bad tree can produce real belters. A good tree can lie through its teeth’.

Langland’s poem argues trenchantly in favour of simplicity and against desire. Which puts me in a tricky position yet again. What would he have made of today’s lunch of tartiflette? It was oh-so simple and yet oh-so desirable. There’s probably some Aristotelean ethical defence for those who indulge in both simplicity and luxury at the same time, but I don’t know what it is.

Tartiflette is a word that could have come straight from a medieval dictionary, although, sadly, it doesn’t. It’s a variation on a French regional word for potatoes and the dish is an extravagant advertisement for reblochon cheese. I’ll give you the classic version here, but it’s just as nice made with other cheeses. Last week I made it with a combination of brie, pecorino and Cheddar and if that’s not an edible argument for the European Union, I don’t know what is.

TARTIFLETTE

  • Half a reblochon cheese – some recipes specify a whole cheese, but it has a very strong flavour. We’re looking for a fortifying breath of hearty, mountain air here, not a full-scale roll in the farmyard
  • 140g Charlotte potatoes – or another waxy variety
  • 200 ml white wine
  • 200g smoked, streaky bacon
  • 2 onions, sliced finely into rounds
  • 200 ml double or heavy cream
  • 200ml vegetable stock
  • 2 bay leaves
  • Handful fresh thyme leaves

Cook the potatoes in salted water until just, only just, cooked. Drain and leave to cool. Snip the bacon into 2 centimetre pieces and fry – there’s no need to add any extra oil – until crisp. (Many recipes suggest that you use lardons, but their plump, squat chewiness seems all wrong to me.) Add the onion slices, thyme leaves and bay leaves and continue to cook until the onions are soft, but not too coloured. Add the white wine and reduce until only a little remains. Take off the heat.

Slice the potatoes into rounds about half a centimetre thick and divide roughly into three piles. Line the casserole dish with one layer of potato, then spoon over half the bacon and onion mixture. Barely trickle some cream over this – only enough for a miser to think it generous. Grind black pepper over and then repeat the potato/bacon/cream routine. (I don’t add salt because it’s so easy to overdo it, but simply add it at the table if necessary.) Finally, put the last layer of potatoes on top and add the last trickle of cream. Pour the stock over the whole lot and add another grind of black pepper.

Take your half-moon shaped slab of reblochon and, instead of cutting downwards, slice it horizontally, so that  your knife is parallel with the work surface. Then, open up the cheese to form a perfect circle. Lay this circle on top of the potatoes, so that the rind is uppermost, and cook in the oven for twenty minutes. Finally, place under the grill for another five. It’s often suggested that a green salad goes well with it, which it does, but I like it just as much with spinach and a little grated lemon zest.

In truth, there’s no place in The Vision of Piers Plowman for tartiflette. But, continuing to pull my old texts from the shelves, I found the perfect customer for my lunch of rich cheese, salty bacon and hearty potatoes: Chaucer’s Wife of Bath:

Bould was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe.

Bold, hearty, handsome and rosy cheeked – the Wife of Bath and tartiflette could have been made for each other.

 

 

 

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18 thoughts on “The Vision of Piers Plowman’s Lunch – otherwise known as tartiflette

  1. Delicious food, delicious photographs and the bonus of some classy Eng Lit: what more could one ask? There can’t be many blogs out there which nurture the palate, the eye and the brain in so satisfying a manner.

  2. There can’t be many comments out there that nurture the spirit in so satisfying a manner either – thanks so much.

    • Very well spotted! I decided it was a variation on the tree theme – trees and fruit etc. – so left it out.
      I hope you enjoy the tartiflette if you make it.

  3. As winter looms ever closer it seems like an important task to bolster ones arsenal of recipes with a feel good favourite, and this seems to hit the nail on the proverbial head so to speak. Another great post Charlie!

    • Thanks very much, Boinsey – and you’re quite right that it’s the perfect food for winter. It’s a pot version of raclette in lots of ways and just as filling.

  4. Lovely to read your thoughts Charlie! Tartiflette is delicious throughout the year. Always have a good reblochon in the freezer for spontaneous comfort. Ahh fickle fruit trees so ready to dupe one. Bon appetit!

  5. If there is one thing I have learned about French food over the years it is that simplicity (or “simple”) and luxury go hand in hand? Your beautiful purple plums, for example. What more simple, what more luxurious? Your tartiflette looks quite like the best gratins I have known and I adore the flavors. I have yet to make one and maybe now is the time? It’s been ages since we had reblochon! (reblochon in the freezer? what? My French husband would cringe, I think.)

    • I’m planning to make Diana Henry’s plum and liquorice chutney with them. It’s not something I’ve tried before, but I loved liquorice allsorts as a child, so I think it’s worth trying.
      You’re so right about French food – the simple and the luxurious.

  6. I have a problem with you! You send out these beeeeeautifooooool posts waaaaaay to few and far between! Clever little person you. So so pretty. Big squishy hugs from a very cold and stormy Cape Town. Not called the Cape of Storms – Cabo Tormentoso – by the early Portuguese navigators who sailed by. Wish they had stayed, the food would have been way better much earlier! Luvluv Mxx

    • I will up my productivity levels, I promise! Thanks so much for your enthusiasm, Michael – and for your lovely comment.

    • The dog’s love for plums isn’t a sign that they’re any good; she’s a spaniel, so she’ll eat anything – even the greengages.

  7. That sounds so good. I realise now that I’ve been making unauthentic tartiflettes without any wine – the real thing next time! Might even be this weekend now you’ve reminded me how good they are.

  8. Mmmmm, tartiflette. Possibly the best reason ever to holiday in the Haute Savoie! Would you believe they even served tartiflette one night in hospital in France when I was there earlier this year with my leg?? The healing power of cheese… Love the story of the fruit trees, and how much of a saddo am I that I could actually translate the Latin without any problems…

    • Tartiflette in hospital? Now that really would be an aid to recovery. I always find that the trick with Old and Middle English is to read it aloud with real gusto and oomph – the meaning seeps out in the end, like molten cheese.

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