Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Chicken in Mustard Sauce with Cauliflower and Pasta Long, long ago, in a faraway place, when I was more naive, less sophisticated than I am now (or so I think) I learned a lesson. In the eyes of the universe it was a minuscule lesson, but, because I was attempting to impress colleagues with my … Continue reading…
Veal Blanquette I have concluded, in my vast and intensive study of my fellow humans, that everyone has a 'thing' which, totally out of proportion to the rest of his or her lifestyle, is deemed not worthy of expense. The attitude is considered totally logical and even virtuous, by the holder and ridiculous and pitiable … Continue reading…
Pissalidière I'm learning to speak Aussie! It's always nice to pick-up another language. Admittedly I still struggle with French but I'm getting pretty good at British and by next week I should have a lot of Aussie mastered. The gentleman who is buying our house is Australian. And he's come to stay until the closing … Continue reading…
Marinated Stuffed Pork Hi, kiss how are kiss you? The kiss weather has kiss been lovely. Have kiss you had kiss a chance to kiss use your kiss pool? That's how greeting another couple goes, here in the Vendée. Four kisses; each person. Two other couples = 16 kisses hello; 16 kisses goodbye. We went … Continue reading…
Allioli One of the things I miss about Andorra is the Festa Mejor Major. We have nothing like that here in bucolic France. Every hamlet, village, town and city in Spain and Andorra has their own Fest Major in the summer. Where we lived, Andorra/Catalonia, the celebration normally went on for 4 days. There were … Continue reading…
Step aside, Emeril. Pork fat does not rule. Duck fat rules. It also oozes and drips and runs; gets all over just about everything and causes copious amounts of drooling from the girls dogs. But it’s what’s under all the luscious duck fat that gets my little heart pumping. Isn’t it strange? Of all … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe One of the guys I played golf with in Andorra was Spanish. Yeah, I played with the guys. What can I say, I've always been one of the guys. I'm just not a girlie-girl, although I can tie a scarf with the best of them (I am French, after all…see previous … Continue reading…