Mint Pesto

Holidays always feel like a sprint to me. Perhaps because I spent a lot of time working in restaurant kitchens, holidays don’t feel so much as celebratory, as they do an extra dose of work. I’m used to it and know that the key is advanced planning. I don’t cook much in advance, nor do I freeze things (except ice cream), but I make sure I’ve done all the shopping and preparation of any components as far ahead as possible, without flipping myself out too much.

In Paris, that means making sure you have shallots to make mignonette sauce for oysters and a few days before, have a leg of lamb resting in the refrigerator studded with garlic and perhaps rosemary or thyme, waiting to be roasted off. But it also means fielding desperate S.O.S. messages from friends and visitors to Paris, trying to find a restaurant that’s open.

Just a note for the future, that if you’re looking to come to Paris to try a variety of the newest, or best, restaurants in the city, don’t come the week of Christmas. Nearly all of them are closed. I try to recommend to people to instead, take a stroll around, stopping into a café that looks decent, and having a modest, relaxed meal, with a carafe of wine, and enjoy the downtime without the stress of making sure every meal is a home run. (And that’s coming from someone who works himself into a tizzy making sure that each meal I have while traveling is the best I can find.)

But with age brings wisdom, and many of the things that used to stress me out I try to let go of. (The keyword there is “try.”) Still, no matter how well-planned the week before any holiday may have been, the day of the big meal is always a bit of a panic, no matter how many easy-entertaining books tell you to relax and enjoy the days with friends and family. For me, it’s not a holiday unless I wake up at 6am and already feel like I have too much on my plate, even though dinner is fourteen hours away.

One good thing about long-cooked meats, like a roasted turkey or leg of lamb, is that you just toss it in the oven and let the oven do its thing on the main course while you prepare other things. And most roast meats need nothing more than a sprinkle of salt and pepper, sauce optional, although the French often serve Dijon mustard with lamb and other roast meats, while one can also make a sauce from pan drippings. But I was fortunate I opted for this because there was no liquid left in my pan and I was thrilled to have the foresight to make jar of mint pesto.

In spite of the seemingly near-universal restaurant shut-down during Christmas week in Paris, the outdoor markets are open, although mine only had about one-quarter of the usual merchants. Still, I was able to find two very generous bunches of fresh mint for a whopping 80 centimes. Sold, and sold.

This fresh mint pesto was the perfect accompaniment to the lamb. Unlike the quivering lurid green jellies you (and I) have seen in days of yore alongside lamb, this one is naturally colored, and naturally delicious. While this was great with the garlic studded lamb that I slathered with Dijon mustard, then packed on a crust of breadcrumbs whirled up with some fresh thyme and more garlic before I roasted it off, a vegetarian guest enjoyed a big helping of it with the roasted root vegetables that I also got at the market. Speaking of do-ahead, the other good news is that since I’d made a double batch (making twice the recipe, below), I plan to put the leftover pesto to good use on pasta. But you might find it so good that you won’t have any leftovers, no matter how much you make.