My dearest Suzanne,
Your trout treatment sounds delightful! Dear Abby is now quite regretful that she was unable to bring her gamekeeper Lawrence with her during her stay in Wyoming and Montana. He could have plied his expert trout-fishing talents and provided the basis for Chef Henri's curative efforts. But it would have been so difficult to procure even one more ticket for Dear Jane's event! And of course, then there would again have been the worry of Lawrence and Jane!
Be that as it may, Chef Henri had an inspired suggestion for a sauce you might offer with your next attempt. Although he is not often a practitioner of frugality, he suggests that you make a Mayonnaise with the poaching oil, after it has cooled. How delightfully simple, no? Here is how he makes the classic sauce in a version that would complement your trout:
1 egg yolk
1 tsp. Dijon mustard
the juice of 1/2 a lemon (perhaps the same one you denuded of its zest)
8 to 9 ounces of the poaching oil, with juices
Tabasco-brand or other green Jalapeno sauce, to taste
Salt
Freshly ground White pepper
He places the egg yolk in the bowl of the Kitchen-Aid mixer, and allows it to come to room temperature. He beats the yolk with the whisk attachment for several minutes, to incorporate a great deal of air into it. (This also gives him a chance to pop down to the wine cellar to check the stock.)
He then adds the mustard and a bit of the lemon juice, and continues beating. Then, very slowly, he pours the oil in, down the side of the bowl. Every so often he stops the machine and scrapes down the sides; he warns that although it may look as though the mayonnaise on the bowl sides has broken, it has not. Perservere with the slow addition of oil! When most of the oil has been incorporated, he starts to add the Jalapeno sauce,
several splashes at a time. All the while beating, beating. Only after all the oil has been added does he taste, add salt and pepper, mix, taste, correct the seasoning and the amounts of lemon and jalapeno. Then, Voila! A lovely pale green sauce that echoes the flavors of the trout.
Chef Henri wishes to state that in his salad days he would have beaten the mixture by hand. Now, however, he is willing to allow the use of a machine. Only a mixer; he blanches at the thought of a blender or food processor.
Well, my sweet, Dear Abby hopes that you will try Henri's sauce. It was simple accompaniments like these that dear George found perhaps too irresistable. Ah, ... Dear Abby must go and lie down now.
A bientot.
Abby