September 11, 2013
As you may have surmised, I went to a lot of restaurants while I was in Paris. Something I might have failed to mention is that, on occasion, I bought the cookbooks from those restaurants.
Now that I’ve been back in LA for several weeks, I’ve gotten over the fun of eating everything that I missed while I was abroad (In-n-Out! hoppy beer!) and am now starting to miss my favorite restaurants in Paris. So I thought, why not try to reproduce some of these dishes at home?
Let’s start with a simple one from Frenchie. A play on the traditional caprese, this salad replaces tomatoes with roughly-torn ripe summer peaches and counterpoints them with savory, smoky mozzarella.
Then? You drizzle on lots of the good stuff.
November 12, 2012
This week, we visited the Salon du Chocolat, a huge chocolate expo at the Porte de Versailles. It was a chocolate, and people, overload — perhaps we should have expected it, since there are very few foods that people are more passionate about than chocolate.
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October 25, 2012
This snack is like butter and jam on toast, but tweaked into something a little more sophisticated.
The camembert has a buttery, creamy texture, but, you know, cheesier. It’s got a little funk on it. But it’s not a punch-you-in-the-face funk, just a mellow funk.
The grapes here are cooked just a little — not to the point where they’ve turned into jam, but just enough to warm them up and concentrate their sugars. You can use any grapes you like, as long as they’re seedless, but I happen to love the colors on the gorgeous flame grapes. The thyme lends a savory note that keeps this snack from heading into dessert territory.
I snacked on this on a rainy afternoon before a long night of chugging through some work emails, but these lovely little crostini would be equally at home as the appetizer at a fall party.
September 29, 2012
The very first thing I made upon arriving in France was a quiche. A full-sized, caramelized onion and gruyere quiche that I took to my first brunch. The onions were a little over-sweet and it was overcooked due to a timer error, but it worked out in the end. Quiches are forgiving that way.
Since then, I have bizarrely ignored what is clearly the best brunch food known to man. Which is silly, really, given my tart obsession (meaning that I always have several rounds of pastry crust in the freezer) and the gentleman requiring eggs in the morning the way a Frenchman requires a strike at least once a year.
Here’s the thing about quiche, or at least, the thing I like best about quiche: because you have this butter crust holding it together, the eggs can be soft. Extremely soft. Softer than perfect soft-scrambled eggs. If you’re a soft-eggs person, quiche is the ultimate in satisfaction and gooey yolky nirvana.