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When Mom’s KISS means: Keep It Simple, Stupid!

Published in Gourmet Live 04.27.11
Kemp Minifie details her 32-year journey to discovering simplicity in the Gourmet kitchens

One of my all–time favorite acronyms is KISS: Keep It Simple, Stupid! This, you may not be surprised to learn, is the exact opposite of what I did in my early days in the Gourmet magazine test kitchen. In fact, simple cooking was the very antithesis to what my job was all about. It took me years and years to get simple.

In the late 1970s when I joined Gourmet, the magazine’s focus was still predominantly on Northern Europe and specifically France. The new executive food editor, Zanne Zakroff (now Zanne Stewart) and I had both attended the same cooking school in Paris—though not at the same time—and the subsequent two new food editors had also studied in Paris. With training like this, nobody dreamed of suggesting a menu of meatloaf with mashed potatoes and peas, or even a good roast chicken dinner. You might adore that at home, but back then it just wasn’t what you cooked in the test kitchen.

The first group of recipes I created for Gourmet appeared in the April 1978 issue under the heading “Gastronomie Sans Argent,” a monthly feature that had been a regular since the very first issue of the magazine. Its subtitle was priceless: “To Tease the Palate and Please the Purse.” (The early editors did love rhyming and alliteration.) I may have stayed within the budget with my creations (which was easy, because there was no budget), but who knows whether I tickled anyone’s palate? One thing is for sure: I didn’t make the recipes easy for the readers.

The article opened with an impossibly complicated ham–and–celeriac terrine that involved alternating layers of salads, all held together with a port aspic. As if that weren’t difficult enough, I decorated the top with a mosaic of tiny paper–thin pieces of ham and celeriac that was so OCD–precise it would drive anyone mad (it almost did me in). I’ll admit that the finished terrine was gorgeous and fawned over and photographed immediately, but I cringe now thinking about those who attempted to re–create it. Woe betide the reader who didn’t have a subscription or failed to save their back issues, because in order to make the essential glue for the dish, the port aspic, you needed the recipe from the four–months–prior January issue.

This was the first of ten recipes using ham, and the remaining nine weren’t much easier. The final one, Ham Soufflé Crepes with Lemon Sauce, was a real doozy. What was I thinking? What were we all thinking?

The truth is, we weren’t thinking—at least not about reality. The number of women entering the workforce was swiftly increasing, with a concomitant decrease in the time they could spare for cooking. As young working women, we in the Gourmet kitchen faced the same constraints in trying to feed ourselves well after a long day at the office. Too often we took the easy route and made dinner out of drinks and hors d’oeuvres at local watering holes.

In a sense, the complicated recipes also mirrored the complicated situation in the test kitchen. Simmering below the collegial surface of collaborative brainstorming and raunchy kitchen humor was a cauldron of unspoken competition among our group of four young French–trained cooks. Though nobody would dream of admitting it, each one of us was trying to outdo the other and flash our newly learned knowledge of French cooking. Like celebrity–name–droppers, bouquet garni, pâte brisée, and béchamel trilled from our lips in our schoolgirl–French accents. We strove to dazzle the phalanx of pearled and sweater–setted editors whose offices rimmed the test kitchen with our creative twists on the classics and our artistry in the photography studio.

We wouldn’t have felt we were doing our job if we had cooked simply. Classical French food was all about layering multiple flavors to make a unified masterpiece whose separate elements were difficult to detect. Imagine the cupboards and spice racks filled with specialty ingredients—how could we resist a pinch of this, a dash of that, and a dollop of something else? Competence was measured in the length and complexity of a recipe, not in one’s ability to crank out five easy suppers. Maintaining the reputation of Gourmet as the ultimate source of authenticity and “fine dining” was our obsession, and it fueled our adherence to classic technique, no matter how many columns of text it took to explain.

But as we approached the dawn of the 1980s, the seeds of change were already germinating. Editor–in–chief Jane Montant adored Italy and increasingly sent her travel writers off to cover various parts of the peninsula. Meanwhile, executive food editor Stewart, who was studying with Marcella Hazan, was convinced that Americans were ready to move away from the strictures of Escoffier and into the casual, straightforward style of cooking emblematic of Italy. In the summer of 1977, Stewart accompanied the doyenne of Italian cuisine to Bologna and in future years would return to Italy to study with Hazan at the Cipriani in Venice and Lorenzo de’Medici in Florence.

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