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What Did Monet Eat in a Day?

This episode of Art Cooking explores the life, art, and eating habits of the great Impressionist artist Claude Monet. We prepare a menu based on the journals Monet kept during his years in Giverny, France, enjoying the freshest produce from the vegetable garden he kept along side the extensive flower and water gardens you recognize from his paintings.

AIRED: October 18, 2019 | 0:21:35

Hi friends.

We’re back with another edition of Art Cooking, and our primary source for today is going

to be Monet’s Table, written by Claire Jones and published in 1990.

Because yes, we’re exploring the life, art, and eating habits of none other than French

artist Claude Monet, the subject of not just one but numerous cookbooks.

This isn’t even all of them!

But this book was for me the most faithful to the recipes and eating adventures the artist

recorded in his journals.

And look, it even shows off the special occasion china he had made to order in Limoges, which

communicates a key piece of information about our subject: He took the details and decisions

of domestic life extremely seriously.

You have likely heard of the glorious gardens at his home in Giverny, which he rendered

in all their glory, but today we’re going to investigate what actually happened there.

In the kitchen, where meals were prepared by his favorite cook Marguerite, And in his

kitchen garden tended by his trusted gardener Florimund.

And also in the sunny yellow dining room where he’d entertain fancy guests for elaborate


Food and fine living were a focus in Monet’s life and also an integral part of his approach

to art, part of the tableau of modern existence he carefully constructed around him, and that

he also liked very much to paint.

Art Cooking: MONET

We’re going to cook our way through a typical day in Monet’s life at Giverny, but first

let’s bring in some fresh cut flowers, because Monet liked to have them in every room in

his house.

“Flowers,” he said, “I must have flowers, always.”

He liked to paint them, too, of course, both in indoor settings and still life arrangements,

and outdoors in compositions capturing urban gardens, and in the countryside where he enjoyed

painting in plein-air, the French term for, uh, painting outside.

Our man Claude liked to arise early, at 5am or first light, to explore his environs and

look for things to paint.

He’d return home for breakfast around 7am, and we’re not going to do a spread quite

like the one recreated in Monet’s Table, but we are going to make an egg dish called

Eggs Orsini, included in Monet’s Table and also in The Monet Cookbook, where it’s pictured


His breakfasts usually involved eggs gathered from the chickens raised right next to his

main house, and for this we’re going to need six of them.

Grab a towel, yours doesn’t have to have chickens on it but it is a nice touch, and

scrunch it up.

Then break the eggs and separate the yolks from the whites, and store your yolks in a

half shell and cradle them upright in the towel.

Next you’re going to take your egg whites and season them with a bit of salt before

setting about whisking them until stiff.

While I’m testing my forearm strength, let’s take this opportunity to look back at Monet’s

early life, when he was just a spring chicken.


Oscar-Claude Monet was born in 1840 in Paris to fairly well-to-do parents who soon after

moved him to Le Havre in France’s Normandy region, where he grew up.

He didn’t talk a lot about his childhood, except his son-in-law would later reported

that Monet often repeated that “friends are worth more than family.”

While you appreciate the not so passive aggressive dig there, I’m going to call in reinforcements

to help with the egg white beating cause.

Because none of us get anywhere in life completely on our own, and Monet grew up drawing and

painting from a young age with the encouragement of his mother who loved art and music and


By the age of 15, Oscar, as he was then known, made a name for himself making charcoal caricatures

of locals around his town, which he sold for 10-20 francs each.

And soon after, he met Eugène Boudin, a painter who took Monet under his wing, taught him

his plein-air technique, and passed along his deep appreciation for the play of light

in natural scenes, mostly seascapes.

When your egg whites look like the peaks of Boudin’s waves and are stiff enough to support

the weight of a small spoon without sinking in, they’re ready.

You’ll then need to liberally grease an ovenproof dish and pour in the whites, spreading

them around to smooth the surface.

Make little divots for your yolks, and then carefully slip them in and curse when the

very first one you do breaks.

Then try a little harder and place the others even more carefully, before sprinkling with

a couple tablespoons of grated gruyere cheese and dotting with little pieces of butter,

before sending it on to a 300 deg oven for 20-30 minutes or until the yolks are just


While that’s in we’ll get the rest of our breakfast ready, which is going to involve

this lovely melon that I found at the farmer’s market and reminded me of this one that Monet

painted one.

His is reported to have been an “Early Frame Prescott” melon AKA “Paris Favorite”

grown in his gardens, but I’m going to keep by the ethos the painter lived by at Giverny

to eat the best and freshest produce possible and here we have it.

But living wasn’t always this easy for Monet.

Young Monet was supported and encouraged by his aunt, Marie-Jeanne Lecadre, an artist

in her own right who supported him financially since his father didn’t approve of his chosen


Monet found his way to Paris by the age of twenty-two, where he met and befriended artists

including Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Frédéric Bazille, and Alfred Sisley, who would soon

become his compatriots in Impressionism.

Monet did okay in his early years, but when his most ambitious paining to date was rejected

for display in the Royal Academy’s annual Salon, he carved off with others artists like

Edgar Degas, and Edouard Manet, and Camille Pisarro, to hold their own independent exhibition

in 1874.

Their brushwork was looser and  forms and figures less distinct than the academic artists

of the time.

And soon after they began to call themselves “Impressionists”, inspired by a critic’s

disparagement of one of Monet’s contributions to the show titled Impression, Sunrise.

Later on, Monet explained the approach like this:

“When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree,

a house, a field, or whatever.

Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,

and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you

your own naive impression of the scene before you.”

But at the time Impressionism was not a household word, and that painting did not sell.

While he did sell some canvases here and there, Monet struggled greatly during this period.

He was dogged by creditors and more than once borrowed money from his friend Manet, who

captured the artist afloat in the Seine at work in his “boat studio,” where he was

well able to capture the play of light on the water and views along the riverbank.

Now let’s check on our eggs, and Oh no!

We have not watched this carefully enough and our eggs are way past “just set.”

Gah, Monet would not approve, but we’re going to make the best of it and serve it

up for two, adding some good French cheese, as Monet would often have Normandy’s famous

camembert, along with some bread and butter, and we’ll add in our melon, too.

Many mornings Monet’s oldest stepdaughter Blanche, also an artist, would join him for

breakfast, and then follow him out the door again by 9am to assist with his setup wherever

he was painting that day.

This comfortable life full of elaborate meals only became possible for Monet in his 40s,

when his work finally began to sell to American collectors.

It was only in 1883 that Claude was in a position to afford to decamp to Giverny and eventually

buy the house and walled garden in Giverny, where he would live for the remainder of his


It was private, had good light, and a garden that he would meticulously cultivate and shape

over the course of decades.

He planted chrysanthemums and poppies and sunflowers and nasturtiums, carefully constructing

not just a garden but an environment made specifically to be painted.

He diverted the course of a nearby stream to anger his neighbors and create a pond,

which he filled with, you guessed it, water lilies.

He later added a bridge, and hanging wisteria--elements in his compositions, whose style had become

increasingly abstract as the years passed.

While Monet’s off painting for the morning, we’re going to get a jump on lunch, and

to do that we’re going to start with apples, another famous foodstuff of Normandy.

His main home at Giverny now referred to as the “Pink House” was then called le Maison

du Pressoir because it was originally a farmhouse with a cider press.

And that’s right, with apples you make cider, which can be fermented like this one to become


We should probably have a taste of while the boss is away and to drown our overcooked egg


Monet often enjoyed cider at the table or served at picnics, and--ugh, this one is not

good, or has a musky taste I’m not sophisticated enough to appreciate.

Let’s try another.

Monet was very choosy, seeking out recipes from restaurants he enjoyed, carefully planning

and selecting menus for Marguerite to prepare, and finding the best seeds for his garden.

Ah, that’s better.

Nice and dry and the perfect fuel for making something of these apples, which is going

to be a Tarte Tatin.

We’ll be following the recipe in Monet’s Table, but also checking the nice photography

in the Monet Cookbook to see the general appearance we’re aiming for but will no doubt fail

to duplicate effectively.

We’re first going to set about peeling our apples, also sourced locally from the farmers


The recipe says six but we’re going to go ahead and prepare the nine we have.

And critique our peeling style all you want, but do know our scraps are not going to go

to waste.

We have a special guest coming soon who is going to help us make use of them.

Monet had fruit trees espaliered against the boundary walls of the kitchen garden, pears

and plums, and also apples trees of the Reine de Reinettes’ variety that they’d use

for this recipe.

The tarte tatin originates with none other than the Tatin sisters, who ran a hotel in

the Loire Valley that Monet liked to visit.

You might be wondering why we’re going to the trouble of making such a nice dessert

for lunch, and it’s because lunch was when the Monets liked to entertain guests.

The midday and early afternoon light was too harsh and thus Monet’s least favorite time

paint, so why not use that time effectively?

Whether or not guests were involved, Monet and his second wife Alice would devote time

to devising the menu, and liked to cater to the preferences of special guests including

close artist friends, valued art dealers, as well as political and literary luminaries

of the time.

Ok so now you’re going to core the apples and cut them into fairly large pieces about

like this.

Then find a deep pie dish or cast iron skillet or whatever roundish oven proof dish you have

and grease it with butter.

Then start fitting the apple pieces tightly into the pan.

When you’ve fully occupied the base of the pan, dot the apples with one cup of unsalted

butter cut into pieces.

I didn’t measure this, because I misread the recipe and thought the 1 cup was for the

sugar that goes on next.

I should be sprinkling overtop 2.5 tablespoons of confectioners sugar, but I’m going all

out here and using most of a cup of regular sugar.

But, hey, this kind of has to taste good, right?

What we’re functionally doing is putting all the ingredients for a caramel into the

pan and letting it caramelize in the oven all around the apples.

Because I’m well aware of my own shortcomings, I’ve skipped making my own pastry and purchased

pre-made puff pastry from the freezer section of my market.

You can and should make your own, but I’ve used this stuff before and I’m 100% confident

that this will come out much better than if I did it myself.

Once I’ve done the hard work of unwrapping it, I fold it over and roll it out enough

so that I know it will cover my pan of apples.

I have a plate that is the same size as my pan, so I use that as a guide to cut the pastry

in a circle that will fit perfectly over the apples.

And miracle of all miracles, it works.

I tuck in the sides a little, and send it into a 400 degree oven to bake for 45 minutes.

Now for all meals, Monet would have been sure to carefully select the very best produce

that would be prepared that day.

We sourced our spread from the farmer’s market, but Monet’s would have come from

his two and a half acre vegetable garden that was at the opposite end of the village from

the main house.

Tended by the Florimond who lived on the blue house on the property, the garden provided

a constant supply of Claude’s favorite fruits and vegetables, zucchini or courgette in French

was a favorite, but we’re going to pull out these great looking mushrooms.

Monet’s sons would go out and forage wild mushrooms for him in the local woods, and

he also grew his own in the basement of the blue house.

Let’s pull some onions for later as well.

The only recorded recipe that was truly Monet’s and not gathered from other sources was one

for Cèpes, which are a wild mushroom very much prized in France.

They’re close to porcinis, but that have a thick edible stem and look like this.

Again, I went with what was local and fresh, but we’ll follow his recipe that instructs

us to separate the caps and keep them whole, and then chop the stems finely.

Now living at Giverny not only allowed Monet to live the good life, but it also provided

him a subject that he would observe and record as it changed over time.

Different times of day offered vastly different lighting effect, as did weather conditions

and of course the seasons.

He created over 250 paintings of Water Littles, but also examines the changing appearance

of other subjects, including his haystacks series, and also his paintings of the Rouen

Cathedral, which he depicted again and again, renting a room across from it’s facade and

moving from canvas to canvas as the light changed throughout the day.

This painting of exactly what is seen before you may seem pretty basic now, but then it

was wildly different than the static, composed history pictures lauded by the establishment.

Ok, so now we’re to arrange the stems in a shallow ovenproof dish and lay the caps

on top of them.

Then sprinkle with 4 tablespoons of olive oil, finally turn around this knife that’s

been ominously pointing at me, and whisk them off to a 325 degree oven to back for 20 minutes.

While they’re in, we mince two cloves of garlic and chop 4 sprigs of parsley.

And mix them together.

After 20 minutes, pull the mushrooms and sprinkle them with the mixture and season with salt

and pepper.

Then send them back into the oven for another 20 minutes, basting occasionally with any

liquid that’s accumulated in the dish, if you have any, which I didn’t.

Ok, now, time to contemplate what protein we’re going to have for lunch.

And to do so I’d like to invite in our aforementioned special guest to help us decide.

Please meet Mary Lou, a male chicken whose loving owners didn’t realize his sex when

they named him, and here we are.

As you know, Monet did raise chickens, but not just for eggs, and kept them and also

turkeys in pens conveniently close to the kitchen.

But let’s get you out of here Mary Lou.

You’ve helped me decide there will be no chicken for lunch today, but please know that

Monet might not have been so kind.

He also raised ducks, who had a small pond to swim in and shrubs under which to nest.

While we admire Mary Lou exploring my backyard, we might as well note that one of Monet’s

favorite subjects to paint, other than gardens and landscapes, was his first wife Camille

Doncieux, who he met in 1865 and married in 1870.

She appears in over 30 of his paintings and even posed for all four figures of Women in

the Garden.

Tragically, Camille died shortly after giving birth to their second child, and a grieving

Monet painted her for the last time on her deathbed in 1879.

Claude then linked up with Alice Hoschedé who would become his second wife, joining

their families, including Monet’s two children with Camille, and Alice’s six children from

her previous marriage.

It was this large crew that occupied and enlivened the Monets’ home at Giverny, where they

arrived in spring of 1883.

Alright, so hmm, it’s not going to be poultry, let’s go with seafood instead.

How about Mussels with Fresh Herbs , or in French Moules au vert, translated to “Green

Mussels” in The Monet Cookbook.

We’re going to work between these recipes and also consult some internet methods, first

getting out our mussels, which we want to wash well in lots of cold water.

Be sure to discard any that are broken or not tightly closed, and pull of the little

beards that sometimes extend from where the shell splits.

Then we’re going to want to coarsely chop two small onions and a couple stalks of celery,

and sent them aside with a few sprigs of parsley.

And we also need to prep our “green” for the green mussels, which is going to be chives,

standing in for the requested chervil, and arugula standing in for the requested sorrel,

along with more parsley and also some tarragon.

We’re going to give these all a good chop chop, and while I do this talk about Monet’s

affection for both seafood and the sea.

He grew up of course on the coast at Le Havre, and much enjoyed painting the coastline near

there in his younger days, and the coastline near Dieppe when he was a mature artist.

Not terribly far from Giverny, the seaport of Dieppe was Monet’s source for fresh seafood,

which they would go to the trouble to get for special lunch guests.

Renoir very much liked Marguerite's bouillabaisse, and Cezanne liked a particular cod recipe

recorded in Monet’s journal.

Now that we’ve got everything prepped, let’s head to the stovetop where we’re going to

heat up a large pot that has a tight fitting lid, and melt some more butter in there.

Throw in the onions and celery to sautee a bit, and also the parsley sprigs.

Let those cook for a minute while we open up a bottle of dry white wine, and make sure

the mussels are close by, too.

Add in a good amount of the wine, give it a stir, and tip the mussels into the pot.

Cover it with the lid and cook over high heat for about 10 minutes, giving it a good shake

every once in a while.

Like this, or maybe a little more gently.

While that’s going we’re going to get our salad ready, which would accompany most


And Monet had to have it precisely his way, you’ll be surprised to learn.

Fresh greens were harvested from the garden, usually chicory  or dandelions or purslane,

and a bowl of them would be presented to Monet by Marguerite’s husband, Paul, who was their

valet and butler.

Paul would hand Claude a large serving spoon, which he would fill with a tremendous amount

of freshly ground pepper, some salt, olive oil and a drop or two of wine vinegar.

Paul would pour the contents over the greens and toss it, creating a salad so unbearably

peppery that a separate salad had to be made for everyone else.

If you want to know how the pepper happened, let’s flash back for a moment.

Here we are with my ceramic spice grinder, and into it we’ll pour our peppercorns and

set about grinding them in much the same way cookie monster eats cookies.

This is an excellent activity for anyone with some tension to release, and Monet certainly

did have tension in his life.

The uncontested patriarch of the household, Monet was closely tracked by his family, who

would try to guess at whether he was in a good mood or not.

If everything wasn’t just right he could burst into a rage about anything, especially

when the schedule was not kept, and especially if he felt his work was not going well.

Monet destroyed as many as 500 of his own paintings during his life, one taking a knife

to more than 15 water lily canvases before a show in 1908.

He experienced bouts of depression throughout his life, and was his own harshest critic,

continually seeking perfection.

This is all to say that lunch had to be served promptly at 11:30am.

So let’s get to it.

Remove the mussels when their shells have opened, making sure to discard any ones that

didn’t open fully in the steaming process.

Add some butter to the remaining cooking liquid, thrown in the greens, and then spoon the mixture

over the mussels.

We’re going to enjoy these with our mushrooms and some good bread, and also our way too

peppery salad, in a manner not at all like the formal setup Monet would have had in his

dining room.

The strict schedule they followed continued throughout the day, with dinner for the family

served promptly at 5:30p, beginning with soup and proceeding with Monet helming the table,

and carving the meat that would be served.

Because he got up so early, Monet also went to bed early, 9:30pm at the latest.

We’re exhausted from all of this cooking and not at all the perfectionist Monet was,

so we’re going to skip over dinner and just wrap things up by enjoying our apple tarte.

That was ready ages ago, by the way, and came out quite nicely.

When it finished baking, we pulled it from the oven and overturned it onto a plate.

Or at least we tried that, and then had to loosen the pastry from the pan with a knife

before is smoothly slid out.

We clearly used apples that weren’t firm enough for this endeavor, and have ended up

not with nicely coherent segments of apples, but kind of a caramelized applesauce sitting

atop the pastry.

Which can’t be too bad.

Let’s dish this up and serve it along with some creme fraiche, and also raise a glass

to our man Monet of Calvados--a distilled liquor made from apples--another famous export

of Normandy.

He once told art dealer Rene Gimpel: : “I have always been a hearty eater, and it has

never done me any harm.”

In fact, I think it was hearty eating and enjoying of quality ingredients and the good

company of family and friends that kept propelling Monet forward, helping him through rough times

whether they were rough financially or psychologically or creatively.

He developed cataracts later in life and was deeply troubled by its effects on his work,

which you can tell from the change in color tone of his later canvases.

He underwent surgery on just one of his eyes, and as a result he could see violets and blues

through his right eye but not his left.

He had long brought to his works vibrant colors rarely seen before in art, and till the end

gave us a stirring glimpse into the world around him, precisely as he perceived it.

Monet died of lung disease in 1926 at the age of 86, and his work would go on to influence

so many others, who would follow his lead in rejecting the establishment style and pursuing

their own creative visions.

But while he was alive, it cannot be denied that this man knew how to live, and how to

appreciate and capture the world around him--just as he wanted it to be.


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