Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Egg Noodles with Tomato Prosciutto Sauce I was a good girl… And I was rewarded for it! That rarely happens. I am firmly in the ‘No good deed shall go unpunished’ club. What, you ask, did I do? It’s actually a pretty boring story, so I’ll be brief: We desperately need new bathroom towels. Land’s … Continue reading…
Cheese and Shallot Pancake It never stops Every time I start thinking I am making microscopic advances in my grasp of the language something happens to totally undermine my confidence. Or to bring back the reality of my limitations, depending on your point of view. Across from our house was an old sechoir or drying … Continue reading…
Spaghetti Carbonara I have had the longest, continuous time on the internet in 3 months: 4 hours and counting. I have finally finished going through my Inbox, and my ‘When I have a minute’ box and my ‘What the hell is this’ box. I have (I think) answered, handled, responded to and dealt with everything … Continue reading…
Shirred Eggs I bought a new toy for my new kitchen! A Combi! At least that’s what they’re called here. It’s a combination convection oven and microwave. Cool, huh? Since ‘we are two’ I have wanted a small oven for doing small things, especially during summer. I also wanted a new microwave. Ours was making very … Continue reading…
One of the many challenges we have, living in a foreign country, is adjusting to the local schedule. When I lived in the US, I ran errands on my lunch hour. In most, if not all, of Europe one eats lunch on one’s lunch hour. One does not run errands because everything is closed. For two hours. … Continue reading…
Another egg dish – I'm on a kick! Hunter's Eggs This is a variation on a Basque dish of peppers and tomatoes. It's a simple dish, with just a few ingredients but bursting with flavors. The name comes from two types of hunter's in our fields this time of year: mushroom and wild boar. 3oz (100gr) … Continue reading…
Breakfast Hash When we lived in Andorra, after many months of going to the fishmonger, clueless, I realized that I needed to learn fish. My problems: I didn’t know what the fish were (all the names were in Catalan) and, even if I did know their names I still didn’t know what to do with … Continue reading…