Salad ads seen at a Paris Metro Station
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Most people are either a cook or a baker, seldom both. I so do not care for baking that I am grateful for living where I do, as in France we are spoiled for our choice of bakers and patissiers. I have yet to find a French housewife who bakes her own bread and even dinner party desserts are very unashamedly bought in, inspite of often totally absurd prices. Today at a not even fancy village bakery I saw an medium sized apricot tart that even I would whip up in five minutes for the royal sum of € 25 ($ 31/£ 20) - highway robbery!
So what got me baking? Again - ridiculus pricing. What the Italians call Foccacia and in Provence is known as Fougasse is easily thrown together with ingredients that cost "trois fois rien" - three times nothing as we say in Provence: wholemeal flour, semolina, some salt, olive oil and warm water plus a few grams of yeast , some Herbes de Provence and about 4 or five chopped up sundried tomatoes. Lovingly kneaded, then left to prove for an hour et voilà! Fougasse! Next time to be varied with lardons (bacon bits) and caramelized onions.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Our kitchen garden is not exactly giving us much joy this year - the zucchini are flowering and flowering but have not produced one single fruit, our lovingly seeded butternut squash does the same, the peppers are probably proud to show one (in numbers: 1!) scrawny little pepper and the only tomatoes that grow are the cherry tomatoes we planted more or less for decoration purposes into pots against a sunny wall. So to our farmer's market I go. There, talk about adding insult to very much bruised gardener's pride, they are selling tomatoes cheaper than ever this summer since they have such a bountiful harvest....
Of course I can't resist and have been spending much time in the kitchen up to my elbows in tomatoes - coring and cutting then cooking them. Then passing them through my newest toy, the "Passatutto Master" that removes skins and pips (and no, unfortunately I don't get paid for this and even bought and paid for this tomato wonder machine myself).
Tomato skin and pips remover
Homemade Pasta Sauce
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
We almost missed it - there were no flyers distributed and no posters advertised this lovely Provençal village fête "Sablet 1900" this morning in our neighboring village of Sablet. And although it is the height of the tourist season in Provence we heard no Dutch, no English, no German - it seems the Sabletains (as the inhabitants of Sablet are called) wanted to keep this true village fête for themselves.
A magnificent Gallic Rooster
Très chic - very elegant ladies
L'accordéoniste - accordion player
This is how coffee was cooked in 1900
Monsieur le Curé - the Village Priest
Le Berger - The Shepherd
Traditional Provençal Dance
Le Facteur - the Postman
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Pastis is the summer drink of Provence. Nothing better than some icecubes, ice cold water and a generous splash of this aniseed liquor mixed for a refreshing sundowner - perfect for these hot summer days that spread into balmy nights when friends gather together around the pool or BBQ.
My friend Thérèse surprised us with delicious if rather boozy summer nibbles: she marinates our wonderful Cavaillon melons with pastis and serves them straight from the fridge. You hardly need a drink alongside and still have the excuse that this counts towards your five a day....