Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Remember Spaghetti Pie? It was popular in the 70’s, I think…. Maybe it still is with the college crowd. Back then I made it with ground beef, tomato sauce and cottage cheese. This is made with an Italian linguini, tuna and a lovely goat’s milk cheese. Spaghetti Pie grows up. One could say Tuna Casserole … Continue reading…
I’ll let you in on my dirty little secret: my normal, conservative, ‘waste not; want not’ self takes a hike this time of year. When I have more zucchini (courgette – both green and yellow), tomatoes and basil than I know what to do with a lot of it ends up on the compost pile. My … Continue reading…
My mother always told me that if I couldn't say something nice not to say anything at all. So I won't divulge the name of the blog I'm quoting…. I doubt that the author is alone in this opinion, however. I decided someone had to come to the defense of Betty Crocker. The blogger found … Continue reading…
It’s been a busy few days, chez nous. Puppies first: The puppies First Human (their breeder) arrived yesterday for a short visit – to the puppies. Naturally the little darlin’s wanted to appear at their best. It would have been easier if they hadn’t gone walkabout on Sunday through the muddy farm fields. They were … Continue reading…
I so love dealing with the French phone company. I few months ago I decided to see if a faster internet connection was available for our little backwater. I went to the Orange office, identified myself (with copies of my bills as proof), stated my mission and waited my turn. After about 20 minutes I … Continue reading…
Spaghetti Amatriciana Can anyone tell me the French equivalent of Alpha, Bravo, Charlie? You know, the words we use, in English, to help other people understand us when we have to spell something out? When we have to say: No, "D" as in David; not "T" as in Tom? Can anyone tell me why I … Continue reading…
Veal Parmigiana My pack-rat little self is starting to feel secure again: I have food in the pantry. For the 4 1/2 months we lived at Vlad's house, I had no stash. I went shopping two or three times a week. There was simply no place to store anything. If I needed 2 potatoes, 3 … Continue reading…