July 20, 2012
This week, I had a lot of simple lunches. Quick sautéed summer vegetables, cheese, meat, and bread. Nothing better on a warm day.
We met this little guy on our walk to the Canal Saint-Martin. Isn’t he a charmer?
July 19, 2012
Until this raspberry-chocolate number, I had never had a truly moist scone. I don’t think many people have. The first thing that Tim’s co-worker said when he offered her one was, “is it dry?”
I think we’ve gotten too used to the scones from our local coffee conglomerate, but friends, those puffy triangles completely ensconced in maple glaze hawked by the green mermaid are not scones. Real scones, like these, are delicate, tender, buttery. They’re the sweet cousins of biscuits.
July 18, 2012
Today, I had planned to show you some dainty scones I made the other day. Cream scones, cut into neat little right triangles, with raspberries and chocolate in them. Neatly arranged on a blue china plate, served with tea.
Instead, I’m going to show you this yellow muck.
(Don’t worry, scones tomorrow.)
Why? Because this yellow muck was so, so delicious — one of the best things I’ve made in this kitchen, in my opinion — and it wasn’t planned. Inspired by this article as well as the author’s book, which I’ve started reading this week, I decided to just take whatever I had in the kitchen and make something out of it.
July 17, 2012
How was your Bastille Day? We had planned to take a stroll along the Canal Saint-Martin and go see the fireworks at La Tour Eiffel, but our plans were thwarted by the intermittent thunderstorms, so we opted to stay home.
I know, not very patriotic of me, was it? But I was highly amused to learn (via YouTube) that last year’s Bastille Day fireworks were Broadway musical themed — very strange to hear “America” and “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina” (the Madonna version, no less) blasting from the symbol of France. Apparently this year, it was disco themed. In lieu of fireworks and crowds, we celebrated French independence with a cozy dinner.
When I think of La Fête Nationale, I think… ribs. When I was growing up, my family always celebrated the birthday of our adopted nation with galbi, Korean short ribs — the flavor of the old country mixed with the Fourth of July barbecue tradition of the new country. I guess that’s what I was trying to do here. A tasty, sticky reminder of the good ol’ U. S. of A. while celebrating the liberté, égalité, fraternité of the French.