The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 1766

Lambs' Trotters a la Bordelaise and a la Bordelaise Wenberg

Pieds d'Agneau a la Bordelaise et a la Bordelaise Wenberg

Scald, scrape and singe twenty-four lambs' feet, split them underneath through the thickness of the meat their whole length, remove the pointed hoof bones leaving the foot whole. Dilute a small handful of flour with cold water in a saucepan able to hold three gallons, add to it salt, whole peppers, parsley leaves, thyme, bay leaf, cloves, garlic and carrots cut in four; put in the feet and let cook for five hours; when done, drain. Fry six shallots colorless in butter, moisten them with red wine, a little espagnole sauce (No. 414), brandy and meat glaze (No. 402); season with salt and pepper, add the feet, simmer and serve them in a very little sauce.

A la Bordelaise Wenberg.—Prepare as for the above adding finely minced hot peppers, plenty of brandy and red wine, and when ready to serve, a little freshly ground black pepper.

For the Modern Kitchen

Ranhofer is cooking twenty-four feet at a restaurant's scale, in a pan holding three gallons. The method is sound but assumes a kitchen with espagnole and meat glaze already standing on the stove.

A Little History

The Epicurean (1894) is Charles Ranhofer's record of some thirty years as chef at Delmonico's in New York, and the second name here is a piece of house history rather than classical nomenclature: by the traditional account Ben Wenberg was a sea captain and Delmonico's regular whose name attached to the lobster dish later respelled Newburg. What Ranhofer does to the Bordelaise here is heat, spirits and a strong finish -- minced hot peppers, extra brandy and pepper ground at the pass. The Bordelaise proper is red wine, shallots and brown sauce, a Bordeaux formula that travelled with French cooking into every serious American hotel kitchen. That trotters were worth two named preparations in a book aimed at the richest tables in New York is a reminder that the great restaurant kitchens took extremities seriously: they were cheap, they were laborious, and turning five hours of simmering into something a banker would order was precisely the sort of thing a chef was paid for.