29 October 2021
Soul kitchen: a peek inside the kitchens of UM employees

More Sergio Herman than Gordon Ramsay

Fried chicken with banana on Sundays, his mother’s homemade waffles, his father’s lobster à l'Armoricaine, his grandmother’s unsurpassed fries. When it comes to food, Didier Fouarge has a wealth of happy memories. An only child raised in Namur, Belgium, he was used to eating fresh, delicious food from an early age. “I was disappointed whenever my mother was pressed for time and plonked down a tin of peas on the table.” For this economics professor, cooking is more than a mere hobby.

Fouarge

Fouarge is not only the figurative chef at ROA; he has also served as chair of the drinks committee and organiser of multiple culinary experiences. On one such occasion, he personally delivered a homemade dinner to the outgoing director Andries de Grip. “Because of corona, we had to hold his farewell party via Zoom. I left the session early, jumped in the car and drove from Venray to Maastricht. I added the finishing touches there—sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on the chocolate mousse, burnt the layer of sugar on the crème brûlée—and then off I went back home.”

Genetics

The roots of his passion lie in Namur, where his mother cooked delicious food with fresh ingredients. “She also bought the wine, mostly French of course, and kept a log of what it cost, what to pair it with, what it tasted like. I’ve tried that too, but I never manage to stick with it.” Fouarge loves nothing more than cooking for large groups, and this, too, he inherited from family. “My maternal grandmother cooked for weddings and parties, and whenever there was something on at school, my parents would make lasagne and spaghetti for everyone. My idea of fun is preparing a meal for 60 kids on a couple of gas burners during a Scouts expedition. Which is not to say it always turns out right,” he laughs. “I once put the meat in the river to cool, but the water wasn’t cold enough and the meat went off. I had to settle for pasta with some nice herbs, and make up for it with the dessert.”

On his father’s 70th birthday, he and a friend—his regular cooking buddy—prepared a 12 course dinner for 70 people. “So great to do, making everything yourself, preferably with local ingredients. We served asparagus in different ways and made various dishes with pork, which is easy to get your hands on in Venray. We braised pork cheeks in abbey beer, and to get the guests involved, we came up with a dish with a nice piece of fatty bacon marinated in juniper that we laid on everyone’s arm with tweezers to give them a different taste and texture experience. It was brilliant, seeing my parents’ friends and family eating a piece of bacon like that in their Sunday best. That’s why you do it.”

Fouarge

Better in Belgium

It was love that brought him to the Netherlands; specifically, to Venray, his wife’s hometown. Having lived here since 1994, he now speaks perfect Dutch—although it took a while. With his children, he speaks French. “I want them to be able to talk to my side of the family.” In terms of food, too, the Netherlands took some getting used to. “The first thing I bought here was a bread machine. The bread here is so soggy, and how can it stay good for a week? Real bread is stale after a day. And don’t get me started on peanut butter.” During the interview, he ducks into the kitchen at regular intervals: his bread dough is rising and has to go into the oven. As a surprise, he presents a delicious crème brûlée, not with vanilla but with star anise. His youngest daughter, 16, wanders in twice in the hope of scoring some already. Unfortunately for her, she will have to wait until dessert.

Broadly speaking, Fouarge prefers the food in his native country, although in recent years a lot has changed for the better. “But chicken is still better in Belgium, perhaps precisely because the Netherlands has more chickens than people.” Fortunately, his wife shares his interest in culinary pursuits. “She’s into soups with her own broth. I like making everything myself too: mayonnaise, pizza dough. Much tastier and healthier. We’d rather go out for one really nice dinner than six mediocre ones. I’m critical; I want to be able to taste and understand what’s on my plate.”

Tasting everything

Fouarge

As a Walloon, he was raised on classic French and Mediterranean cuisine. Lobster and mussels are among his favourites, but he likes organ meats too: kidneys, liver, sweetbread and confit duck gizzards and hearts. When on holiday in France, he can’t go past andouilette, a type of sausage made from tripe and entrails that the rest of the family abhors. His most exotic food adventures took place in France and China. “We were staying at this campsite where the local shepherd roasted one of his sheep on a spit. As a delicacy, I was allowed to taste the kidneys, cut straight out of the sheep, unwashed and all. That was no fun; it tasted like piss. But if food is offered to you with love, you can’t refuse it, if you ask me. In China, I once sucked out duck brains and ate duck tongues, which are very small and hard.” At home, vegetables have become more prominent since their youngest daughter became a vegetarian a year ago. In a corner of the garden Fouarge grows his own herbs and tomatoes, and is currently trying his hand at artichoke. “Whether it succeeds remains to be seen. In any event, tonight’s menu is Portobello mushrooms with goat cheese, and crème brûlée for dessert.”

By: Annelotte Huiskes (text), Sem Shayne (photography)