The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 964

Duchess Timbales

Timbales a la Duchesse

Prepare a salpicon of truffles, foies-gras, artichoke bottoms, and rings of olives, made by removing the stones with a tin tube, and cutting them in slices across; mix with a well reduced financiere sauce (No. 464), and let get cold. Decorate the bottom of the mold (No. 2, Fig. 137) with a ring of truffle, and fill in the empty space of this with some chopped up pistachios; lay at equal distances at lower edge of the side of the mold, ten small round pieces of beef tongue, each one three-sixteenths of an inch in circumference; and from these set bands of truffle perpendicularly reaching to the top of the mold, each one being three-sixteenths of an inch in width; garnish the bottom and sides with a layer of quenelle chicken forcemeat (No. 89), and place in the center a half inch diameter ball of the salpicon; cover with more forcemeat, then poach and finish the same as for No. 959. Serve a Madeira sauce (No. 492) separately.

For the Modern Kitchen

This is one entry in a chain of cross-references, and it assumes you have Ranhofer's forcemeat, financière and Madeira sauce recipes at hand. What follows is what a modern cook needs to read it as a working set of instructions.

A Little History

The Epicurean (1894) is Charles Ranhofer's record of some thirty years as chef of Delmonico's in New York, and this dish belongs to the most self-consciously grand part of it: the hot side dishes that displayed a kitchen's brigade rather than fed a family. The name points to the standard nineteenth-century French garnish vocabulary, in which a la duchesse usually signals duchess potatoes; no potato appears in this preparation, and the label carries no fixed formula here. What is fixed is the technique: a lined mold, a hidden salpicon core, and a decoration of truffle, tongue and pistachio built up piece by piece inside the mold so that it appears, reversed and intact, only when the timbale is turned out. That kind of labor, invisible until the moment of service, is precisely the argument a restaurant like Delmonico's was making about itself, and the recipe's dense web of cross-references to numbered sauces and forcemeats shows the book was written for cooks working in exactly such a kitchen rather than for a household.