Hello and thank you for waiting for me so patiently (or in some cases less patiently…!). The photo is hopefully all the explanation needed as to why I haven’t posted for soooo long. I’ve been here. Okay so I have also been working like a slave, but sitting in our camper van right on the beach was the best part of the last couple of months. And I hereby swear to never again ignore my blog for so long. Sorry and please stay faithful to me even if I haven’t been very faithful to you!
This is going to become one of my firm favorites as I love potatoes and minced / ground meat. Oma Sophie is the creator of this dish and is not only a fantastic cook but also a fantastic human being. Her 3 year old grandson was listening as his mother explained to his older sister exactly what grandparents are. He then piped up and said: “When I grow up I want to be Oma Sophie.” What a compliment and a well-deserved one too.
Reading the wedding menu left me pale with anticipation and worry that I might not be able to try absolutely everything on it. And sadly I think I may have missed an item or two, though I did try my darndest not to. However, I tried (often) the nibbles which were served with the champagne and they weren’t even on the menu, so that might just make up for it. Sigh, I feel better already. (Complete wedding menu with photos as a separate blog.)
While blog browsing several months ago, I came across a reference to Cauliflower panna cotta, but no recipe. I was amazed that such a thing existed as I know panna cotta only as the Italian dessert made by simmering together cream, milk and sugar, then adding just enough gelatin to make it set (not too much mind you). Upon further research I also found a foie gras panna cotta which I have modified and experimented with just for you.
Imagine this, pink roads. I mean it, pink roads. Not your bog standard black tar roads, but nice Barbie pink roads. How can you not love a place that has pink roads AND champagne? If you were just passing through the department of Aube and you saw a blonde woman next to a magnificent chateau photographing not said beauty but the road, well that was me.
I know I’ve told you before, but I shall not tire of reminding you that hubby and I lived on a sailboat for a couple of years and happily sailed from Africa into the Mediterranean. On route, we stopped off at the Cape Verde Islands in the north Atlantic where I went to the market to buy fresh fruit and veg. I asked for bananas (or shall I say, I gesticulated for bananas) and successfully managed to buy some. A whole stalk to be exact. That makes a mere 52kg…
The best place to eat frogs legs in my area of France is our local Chinese restaurant. What? I hear you say disapprovingly. Mais oui, I say right back to you. They may be a French delicacy but those nice Chinese people have it down pat. I must, however, interrupt myself here to say that this is not your standard deep fried never-been-seen-in-China Chinese food. Oh no, this is the real Jackie Chan.
This is generally a recipe that we eat in the winter time, but the weather has been so awful and so unusually cold that we have (thankfully) been forced to enjoy this in the summertime. I am less strict about summer and winter food than my hubby and am quite capable of eating a vindaloo curry at the absolute height of summer (that we would be so lucky). We do try to eat seasonal fruit and veg, but sauerkraut in a tin doesn’t seem to follow any season…