There was a time in my life when I didn’t love to cook. Or rather I didn’t yet know that I loved to cook. But I did love to entertain. However, in those days “entertaining” rarely meant a dinner party. Who in their right mind would devote most of an evening to staying at home? Especially when big city camaraderie beckoned. No, in those days “entertaining” meant inviting one or two friends to pop into my tiny studio apartment on the edge of West Hollywood before we went out on a night of youthful carousing. On these nights it was common for me to stop at Trader Joe’s on my way home from work to pick up a bottle of Two-Buck Chuck, a gangly baguette, and a slab of Chicken Liver Mousse – or what I preferred to call French pâté.
It felt awfully sophisticated. Chicken Liver Mousse came to symbolize glamorous possibilities. After all, it was on the menus of restaurants I couldn’t afford, but somehow I managed to serve it at home. La-dee-dah!
By my late twenties, I began to realize that I favored the drink at home to the incessant bar-hopping with my lovelorn compatriots. The logical next step was to get a boyfriend and learn to cook.
With Martha as my muse. I taught myself some kitchen basics. Then, with the dawn of online recipes, I was introduced to a world of culinary possibilities. In the 1990s America was leaning away from Julia Child and Jacques Pépin and towards Michael Chiarello and Mario Batali who were showing us that Italian food was more than a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I began to throw sun-dried tomatoes on everything. Pâté, the original gourmet treat in my life, fell out of favor as Wolfgang Puck and Barbara Lazaroff taught Los Angeles that “fine dining” didn’t always have to mean white tablecloths. Almost overnight the city turned from French classics to regional Italian specialties like risotto. Pâté became something your parents ate on holidays.
Well, what goes around comes around. Once criticized as old-fashioned the chicken liver mousse and pâté from my early days of entertaining has once again found a place on menus, charcuterie boards, and high-end butcher shops around town. It’s shown up again at my house too. Only this time I made it myself.
And why not? It’s rich and creamy and oh so silky smooth. One bite and you’ll know Chicken Liver Mousse (or pâté if you prefer) remains, through the decades, an impressive dish for guests, one that will likely elicit, “Wait a minute, you made that?” Yes, I did.
It’s also French. Very French. I am just days away from leaving for the Greek Island of Sifnos. I’ll be there for three months. So why am I enticing you with my nostalgic memories of the classic Chicken Liver Mousse? Well, before Greece, we’re taking a three-day sojourn in Paris. Just to get acclimated to the European way of life. No wonder my mind has been on French pâté. GREG
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Wow. Amazing recipe. I would love to try this.
This isn’t mousse. Mousse has egg whites and whipped cream in it. This is pate. I’m sure it’s good but it’s not mousse.
I believe that’s the point of the title. GREG
Chicken Live Pate is classic. near goes out of style once you discover it. In fact, it was indeed Paris before I fully embraced it.
Safe travels to you!
Velva
I love pate, and love to make it. I love the idea of bourbon!
I love chicken liver pâté (Haven’t made any for a long time though). And of course I love the addition of Bourbon 🙂 It looks terrific — well done!
This is 100% my kind of eats though I’ve yet to make my own chicken liver mousse. Now I have a recipe to try.
Safe travels to you and I look forward to your trip highlights. So exciting!
I love making chicken liver pâté but I haven’t made it in ages! Would love to try your recipe! Three months in Greece sounds wonderful. We usually go to Spain in February to get away from our horrible weather but you know! Hope you’ll share some wonderful Greek recipes while your away.
I loved this recipe so much . It’s really awesome
Wonderful story Greg! Enjoy your days in Paris and months in Greece. What an adventure lays ahead!
One of my favorites and so easy to make for later. A month in the freezer. Granted, for 3 years I made pate twice a week, every week. How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice.
I prefer brandy and another pinch of salt.
Ah, your story wakes up some incredibly (not) sphisticated attempts at entertaining from my youth! I didn’t cook, either, even though my mother was a magician in the kitchen:) I love chicken liver mousse, but I have never tried to replicate it at home. With your recipe, I have no excuse! And enjoy Greece! XOXO
Great post. It sounds like just the way I make mine, except I include thyme when sautéing the livers, and for some reason use courvoisier for the flambéing. You better continue to post while in Greece! So happy you get to take a major vacation.
I love your recipe. And I love my recipe. How fun that they are so different! Will try yours soon. Mine (from my chicken and chicken liver vendor) will be coming out soon!
Trying to remember the last time I had chicken lever mousse. And can’t. Either it’s been WAY too long, or my memory is shorting out because of old age. 🙂 Nice recipe — I need to make this. And serve it with a gangly baguette. But NOT Two-Buck Chuck. 🙂