In honor of the French elections taking place today I thought I would post a classic French dish.
It’s a simple dish of fried potatoes and onions, done in ‘the style of Lyon’. The chicken stock added at the end is absorbed, giving the dish a bit of a syrupy glaze.
As to the elections: today is the first round with 13 candidates on the ballot. The top two will go on to the final vote in May.
In the top 4 we have: extremely far right, extremely far left, in the middle with nepotism / money problems, and a political neophyte.
And that, my friends, says it all…..
Total time: 40 minutes
- 2 medium potatoes, quartered, then thinly sliced
- 1 medium onion, cut in half, sliced thinly
- 1 clove garlic. minced
- 2 tsp butter
- 2 tsp olive oil
- 1/4 cup (2oz, 60ml) chicken stock
- Sauté onion and garlic in medium nonstick skillet in 2 tsp butter until lightly golden, about 10 minutes.
- Remove onions and garlic from pan.
- Add 2 tsp oil, potatoes and sauté until golden, turning often with spatula, about 20 minutes.
- When potatoes are golden, return onion and garlic to pan, add chicken stock, cover and simmer until stock is absorbed, 5 – 10 minutes. Serve.
As long as civilization as we know it seems to be regressing, here is a bit of my own history that we may (sadly) be heading toward? Back to?
I was going through some stuff today and ran across a pin. It’s the size of a lapel pin (remember those?) and, for whatever reason, rather than tossing it into a drawer, I took a closer look.
It was commemorating my ‘Outstanding Newspaper Boy’ award.
Yes, I was a newspaper boy.
No, I did not have gender issues.
It was simply not the norm for girls to deliver newspapers.
My older brother had the paper route originally, which was perfectly acceptable. Boys were eligible for paper routes when they were 10 years old.
When he outgrew the job I took it over. Girls could have paper routes, of course…. But they were not eligible until they were 16 years old.
Apparently 16 was a magical age for girls…. She could get married, have a child and, finally, be trusted to deliver a newspaper.
I took over the paper route when I was 9 years old. I received my ‘Outstanding Newspaper Boy’ award when I was around 12. I turned the paper route over to my younger brother when I was 15.
I successfully delivered the daily newspaper, on my bicycle in summer and on foot in winter, to 90% of my hometown for 6 years without ever being old enough to qualify for the job.
I could have gotten married, though…..