James Beard Award-winning chef, creator, and tv character Nathalie Dupree died on Monday in Raleigh, North Carolina, at 85. Dupree was an icon in Southern cooking, championing feminine cooks all through the area, together with Virginia Willis, who pens this heartfelt tribute letter to her.
Pricey Nathalie,
It’s been simply over three a long time since I introduced you with soggy meringues as an unpaid apprentice. Daunted by failure, I listened to you patiently clarify, “Effectively, candy pea, it’s not your fault. You’ll be able to’t make meringue when it’s raining.” I’d by no means examined a recipe in my life, and I bear in mind my excessive disappointment once you returned my testing sheets peppered with questions and recipes dripping with the blood-red ink of your editor’s pen.
Now, what I wouldn’t do to wash up one in all your flour explosions off a freshly mopped kitchen flooring or tidy up one more empty can of your caffeine-free food regimen Coke.
You took me out of my mom’s kitchen and uncovered me to issues I had hardly heard, a lot much less cooked. I arrived on the studio as a 25-year-old woman who knew the best way to make biscuits however not brioche. Even from a household of avid cooks, the pie crusts I knew have been the sort that began in an aluminum tin, not a measuring cup. My individuals cooked in forged iron, not Le Creuset. I used to be a scared, hardworking, novice thirsting for data, and also you fed me.
You appeared bigger than life, a bona fide superstar chef within the days when public tv was the one culinary programming accessible, lengthy earlier than Meals Community. I’d watched you make easy pork chops to cheese souffle, clothed in your floral aprons along with your hair completely coiffed, carrying your signature pearls. I used to be equally terrified and in awe, having no concept you’ll ultimately develop into one of the vital essential individuals in my life.
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You referred to as us your chickens. You took us all beneath your wing and shared your data and life classes freely. Like your now-famed Pork Chop Principle: “If there is just one pork chop within the pan, it goes dry; if there are two or extra, the fats from one feeds the opposite.” We understood it was a metaphor for managing jealousy, the best way to work with others, and creating mutually useful partnerships. Furthermore, after an extended day in your kitchen, you despatched me to volunteer at chef occasions, not just for the expertise but additionally for networking. “All the time elevate your hand,” you stated. “Volunteer for all the pieces you’ll be able to, get your self on the market.”
You despatched me off to culinary faculty L’Academie de Delicacies in D.C., insisting the smaller faculty would swimsuit me higher. I bear in mind calling you enthusiastic about my check scores and consulting on recipe concepts for my ultimate sensible examination. (I additionally bear in mind you calling me to ask the best way to work the microwave.) After I returned to develop into your check kitchen director, our heads began to bump extra typically. I bear in mind when the famed French chef Roger Vergé of 3-star Michelin restaurant Moulin de Mougins visited your private home. I proposed a whimsical French meal. You, as a substitute, wished to share the meals of the South — fried catfish and cheese grits, I bear in mind. I didn’t get it then, pondering you doubted my potential, however I get it now.
You guided my skilled life, together with the best way to be a girl in a person’s world. “That you must go to France,” you stated, and shipped me off to Ecole de Delicacies LaVarenne to apprentice with the authority on French cooking and founding father of the college, Anne Willan. After I returned stateside, I managed the TV kitchens of Bobby Flay in New York and Martha Stewart Residing Tv due to my expertise with you. Confronted with the conclusion my male sous chef was getting paid greater than me, you taught me the best way to deal with it. I walked into the manager producer’s workplace and walked out with a $10,000 elevate.
We stored up 12 months after 12 months, and we grew to become mates. Our tour throughout Texas educating cooking courses collectively for Central Market and consuming tacos and barbecue at roadside stands was a hoot — an expertise I name, “driving Ms. Dupree.” But for over half my life, you’ve by no means stopped guiding me, even after I noticed you for the final time just a few months in the past.
I do know you love-hate Pat Conroy’s quote that states you have been “extra like a fictional character than a flesh and blood individual.” It nonetheless makes me howl with laughter. But it surely’s not since you puttered about uttering epithets like, “Do as I say, not as I do” or “Oops, I dropped my diamond,” once you broke a bowl. It’s as a result of it’s not possible to think about that anybody may really be as beneficiant and loving as a real-life individual.
Oh, my candy good friend, you’ll all the time stay in my coronary heart as my good friend and mentor. I’ll all the time try to be the prepare dinner you knew I could possibly be. I’ll endeavor to be the chief you have been. I’ll do as you’ll count on me to do. Of all my accolades, honors, and awards, my best honor in all of my profession is that I used to be one in all your flock, one in all your chickens.
A lot love all the time and perpetually,
Virginia