The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 972

Lombardy Timbales

Timbales a la Lombarde

Line buttered timbale molds (No. 2, Fig. 137) with thin timbale paste (No. 150), garnish the sides with buttered paper, and fill the center with rice; cover over with a small piece of buttered paper, moisten lightly the inside border of the timbales, and cover with a layer of paste; fasten the two together, pinch the border with a channeled pastry tong, egg over the top and place on it three small layers of thin puff paste, the lowest one being an inch and a half in diameter, the second, one and a quarter, and the last or top one, one inch, all three being cut out with a channeled pastry cutter. Cook the timbales in a moderate oven, remove the lids, empty out the rice and paper, unmold and egg over the outside, then set them in a quick oven; garnish the insides with pieces of chestnuts, sweetbreads and truffles cut into quarter inch squares, and mixed with an allemande sauce (No. 407); replace the covers and serve on a Lombard sauce (No. 489).

For the Modern Kitchen

Ranhofer is describing a pastry case baked blind in a mold, unmolded, filled with a bound ragout and capped with its own decorated lid. Nothing here is difficult, but the recipe assumes you already have four other numbered preparations on hand.

A Little History

The Epicurean (1894) is Charles Ranhofer's record of some thirty years as chef at Delmonico's in New York, and it is organized less as a cookbook than as a professional reference: nearly every recipe is a set of cross-references to other numbered preparations, on the assumption that a brigade already has velouté, puff paste and truffles at hand. Timbales of this kind — a baked pastry drum filled at the last moment with a creamy salpicon — were a fixture of the nineteenth-century service à la russe menu, where a hot side dish might arrive somewhere between the fish and the roast and was expected to look architectural. The tag à la Lombarde points to Lombardy, but here the rice is only ballast and the regional claim rests on Ranhofer's own Lombard sauce. The three graduated puff-paste rounds stacked on the lid do nothing for flavor at all; they are there because a dish leaving a Delmonico's kitchen was expected to declare itself.