The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 435

Bigarde Sauce

Sauce a la Bigarade

A bigarade orange is a sour orange before it changes to an orange color; peel it without touching the white parts, using a peeling knife (Fig. 156), cut the peel up into small fine Julienne, plunge it into boiling water, and cook it until it is tender; drain and enclose it in a covered saucepan with four gills of espagnole (No. 414) or veloute (No. 415) if needed for a white sauce. Just when ready to serve, finish the sauce with a dash of cayenne pepper, meat glaze, the orange juice and the juice of a lemon; strained through a tammy, adding two ounces of fine butter. The bigarade can be replaced by an orange and a lemon, using the peel and juice of both fruits.

For the Modern Kitchen

A classic bitter-orange sauce for duck, built on a finished brown or white mother sauce. The whole thing hinges on the last minute: once the butter and citrus juice go in, the sauce must not boil.

A Little History

Sauce bigarade belongs to the nineteenth-century French repertoire of orange sauces for duck, of which canard a l'orange is the surviving descendant, and it takes its name from the bigarade, the bitter orange itself, from Provencal bigarrada — the tree, the bigaradier, is named from the fruit rather than the other way round. Bitter oranges reached the Mediterranean centuries before sweet ones, and cooks long treated their juice as an acid seasoning in the way lemon or verjuice was used, which is why the sauce reads as sharp rather than sweet; there is no sugar in it at all. Ranhofer's placement of the recipe among the hot sauces is characteristic of The Epicurean (1894), which organises Delmonico's kitchen as a system of numbered cross-references: the sauce is not a standalone formula but a derivative, assembled in minutes from espagnole or veloute already standing on the stove. The note that a plain orange and a lemon may replace the bigarade suggests — though this is inference rather than anything Ranhofer says — that even a New York kitchen of that scale could not always get the right fruit.