French Cricket

Battle of Plassey. 27th June 1757. As every school child used to know. Robert Clive (aka Clive of India) biffs the Nabob of Bengal, and his French backers. Result: the effective end of French influence in India. We give the Indians cricket and beer. They give us kedgeree, Bombay duck, Mulligatawny soup, chutneys, gymkhanas, puttees and all the rest. Not really a fair exchange.

However, that is not the point of my enquiry. Have you ever thought of what the consequences for European gastronomy might have been had we lost, and we got booted out of India, and the French been cocks of the walk?

For a start those ‘Taj Mahals’ and ‘Stars of India’ that have brought gastronomic colour to the dark streets of the Readings and Basingstokes and Fort Williams of this country for a generation or more, wouldn’t be there. They’d be Le Taj Mahal and L’Etoile d’Inde of Montelimar, Clermont-Ferrand and Arras.

I suspect that most English travelers, who go to France for what, in effect, are eating holidays, head straight for their favorite curry house as soon as get back to base. It’s something to do with being greedy, of course, but it’s also something to do with a complete change of bowling, or, rather, change back to bowling that is familiarly unfamiliar and the wholly different associations that a bowl of curry conjures up.

These days we’re encouraged to look for regional emphasis and ethnic authenticity (about as reliable in the UK as ‘authentic’ performances of period music). This is quite a new thing. In the days when India was part of the Empire, the Indian meal you got in London was a very basic affair, a simulacrum of the meals the servants would run up in Poona or Bangalore under the eagle eye of the culinarily conservative memsahib. But just suppose the memsahib had learned her culinary onions in Dijon rather than Cheltenham, had in fact been a femmesahib, what might she have coaxed out the kitchen?

Wherever the French did build their Empire, they seem to have assimilated rather more readily than we did. There is a lot of North Africa and Vietnamese food in France, most of it pretty unspoilt, if that is the mot juste. But India would have been a bigger mouthful to swallow. There are Indian restaurants in France. The odd one or two actually make honorary appearances in the Guide Michelin, but they no more represent the great traditions of Indian cooking than do the vast majority of Chinese or Thai restaurants in Britain.

No doubt the scholar cooks of ‘Petits Propos Culinaire’ could dig out what the employees of the French East India Company actually did eat in its day. They seem to have been based mainly in the South, where curries tend to be of the more furious variety. The French, nowadays, choose to regard out fondness for the nuclear-hot curry as just another manifestation of our gastronomic barbarism. Madame de St-Ange, the French Mrs Beeton, wrote that ‘le curry est un plat emporte par les Anglais, grands amateurs de mets exceptionnellement epices’. So if the British found a taste for searing hot curries, the French would surely have cultivated something else.

It’s safe to assume, for example that whatever they ate, they would have drunk wine, not beer, with it. Instead of India Pale Ale brewed to stand the long voyage round the Cape from London and Burton on Trent, wines would have had be made sufficiently sturdy to survive the same journey, and that actually got better as it was tossed around on the billows. Perhaps the need to find food that matched wine might have brought about subtle changes on the curry culture, itself. Perhaps it had, but the secret died on the battlefield of Wandewash.

Of course, there is a dish you used to come across quite commonly in France, Poulet a l’indienne, chicken in a bland veloute sauce, containing the most fugitive hint, the merest whiff , of curry powder, like vermouth in a proper martini. It certainly does not overpower a glass of wine, but it’s hard t imagine such a dish being eaten in India with relish.

That seems about all we have to go on at the moment. The superstars of contemporary cuisine, who gave drawn so deeply on the inspiration of Japan and China, have largely ignored India’s equally diverse and splendid culinary culture. Perhaps it’s just a bit too earthy and full of distinctive flavours for the high disciplines of haute cuisine. But had the Battle of Plassey gone the other way, it might have been so much more.

I remember an old friend reminiscing about a trip he had made to Michel Guerard’s establishment at Eugenie les Bain some years ago. He said that when you take your aperitif in the cool green shade of the terrace, it came with a plate of tiny amuse bouches, looking uncommonly like the plaster food in a toy butcher’s shop. On one visit there, among the goodies was a round thing, thin as paper. It was quite small and herby fragments were embedded in it in a regular circle. ‘Like a discretely floral dinner plate’ as he put it. ‘Of course,’ he added, ‘it was an authentic provincial French poppadum’.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “French Cricket

  1. I love this post! Alternative realities and all that…I wonder what would have happened if it had been the other way around and Britain had been ruled by India…would hordes of Indians head out on a Friday night for an ‘English’? Would they stumble past the ‘Yorkshire Pudding’ van later on that same evening or tuck into a late night Cumberland sausage? Would they be both surprised and disappointed when they went backpacking around the UK and realised that the ‘roast beef’ they gorged themselves on at home were not as traditional as they thought, having been changed to suit their palates. Incidentally, while my one experience of a Parisian curry was somewhat disappointing, I was walking along a street near Monmartre a few weeks back and every shop on it was an Indian grocer, selling the most wonderful array of fruit and veg, including fresh turmeric, not something you see everyday here. A friend of mine who lives there, and has spent a lot of time in India, claims that just near Gare du Nord there is the best and most traditional Southern Indian restaurant she has visited outside of the sub-continent. Very different from the Bengali restaurants that populate the UK I would imagine…keep the interesting blogs coming!

  2. Try reading ‘When William came’ by Saki if you like alternative history

    In Singapore I noticed in a hotel that every Asian person would get their food from their own country’s section, but all go get a yorkshire pudding from the brit section. They used it as bread.

    Missed export market there!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s