tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13689796153625746792024-03-05T22:15:26.766+01:00Hopie's KitchenRecettes et petits trucs d'une américaine à Paris. ********** Bilingual blog on cooking in Paris with my thoughts and recipes.Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-75142454278444266712012-10-31T13:34:00.004+01:002012-10-31T16:37:41.423+01:00On Book Covers and Crème Brûlée<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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always say "don't judge a book by its cover." As a person who loves
books and anything related, I've often wondered about
this. I judge books by their covers all the time, especially since I
know editors pick book covers in order to say something about the book
or appeal to a certain type of reader. When you know the codes, it can
become pretty easy to tell if it will be to your taste or not.</div>
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I've had a version of this conversation with a <i>caviste</i> (wine seller) in my neighborhood. He assured me that if you know nothing about wine - or at least about any of the wines you have in front of you - choosing by the label is not a bad idea. The domain who makes the wine also chooses the label and it tells you something about their taste. For example, if they make their labels classic, he says, they probably make their wines that way too.</div>
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Not only do we judge by covers but we get attached to the outer appearance as well. On, <a href="https://www.shelfari.com/" target="_blank">Shelfari</a>, a book website where people can create their own personal shelves, there are often twenty or so cover-options for a single book and you can even upload your own. I mean if you've read the book, you <i>know</i> what's inside. Why should the cover art matter? But it does. I recently uploaded MY cover of the edition of <i>Le temps retrouvé</i>. Because, yes, after <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/09/not-prousts-mothers-madeleines.html" target="_blank">starting in a moment of craziness</a> and <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/11/autumn-more-proust-and-zucchini-feta.html" target="_blank">talking your ears off</a> about it <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2010/04/following-in-prousts-footsteps.html" target="_blank">again</a> and <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2011/04/le-temps-suspendu.html" target="_blank">again</a> and <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/09/almond-peach-tart-in-easy-steps.html" target="_blank">again</a>, three years later, I've FINALLY finished Marcel Proust's many-volume novel. (I'm not here to go on about it, but let me just say that if I never used French again it would have been worth learning the entire language just to read Proust in the original text. Ok, melodramatic moment over.)</div>
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So why do we do it? Why do we judge "covers"? I think, because it saves time and because it's efficient. Maybe because we're often right. We know what certain things look like. We recognize them. Or we extrapolate based on given knowledge and known codes. Mind you, judging by the cover becomes MUCH less reliable when we're outside of our culture. Just go into a bookstore in another country if you don't believe me. In France, every book looks like a dense philosophical essay to me. In England, the colorful covers look like cheap chick lit.</div>
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That said, I think we have the expression because we need to be reminded that judging a book by its cover doesn't always work. It has to be a working hypothesis at best. Because life will surprise you. Sometimes things look simple from the outside and when you get closer you find them to be subtle and infinitely complex. Recipes with few ingredients are like that: <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2011/04/invite-blogger-to-your-table-poor-mans.html" target="_blank">Poor Man's Soup</a>, <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2010/06/modern-alchemy-and-radish-leaf-pesto.html" target="_blank">Pesto</a>, <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2008/12/traditional-christmas-shortbread.html" target="_blank">Shortbread</a>, even <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/06/mediterranean-dinner.html" target="_blank">Cucumber Salad</a>. Culinary magic.</div>
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But the opposite is also true. Sometimes things that look complex from the outside, turn out to be straightforward and simple once you get to know them better. Crème brûlée falls into that category. It intimidated me so much that, even though I got a crème brûlée torch for my last birthday, it took me a whole year to try it out. I got a taste of the bain marie technique when I made <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/07/pots-de-creme-and-butterscotch-pudding.html" target="_blank">Pot de Crème</a> and that's really the only tricky part. Otherwise this recipe is a piece of cake - or, shall we say, a spoonful of crème brûlée?</div>
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(serves 4 or 6, depending on the size of your ramekins)</div>
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6 egg yolks</div>
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375ml (about 1 1/2 cups) heavy cream</div>
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1 Tbsp castor sugar per ramekin</div>
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Preheat the oven to 250ºF (130ºC).</div>
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Whisk together the egg yolks and sugar until light and fluffy.</div>
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Pour the heavy cream into a saucepan. Split the vanilla bean lengthwise and scrape the seeds out into the cream - you can throw the bean in as well - and bring to a boil.</div>
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Strain over the egg/sugar mixture. Mix well and pour into ramekins.</div>
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Place the ramekins in a large baking pan and pour boiling water into the baking pan until it comes about halfway up the sides of the ramekins.</div>
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Cook for about 30 minutes until just set. Remove from the oven and take ramekins out of boiling water. Let cool, then refrigerate for at least 2 hours - overnight is best for the perfect texture.</div>
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Right before serving, sprinkle 1 Tbsp of castor sugar over the top of the custard and fire with a crème brûlée torch until sugar is evenly caramelized. If you don't have a torch, you can put your ramekins under the grill setting in the oven for a couple minutes. Watch carefully so they don't burn.</div>
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It's not nearly as hard as it may sound. Give it a try and enjoy one of life's surprises!</div>
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Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-36255385274462797482012-09-05T20:49:00.003+02:002012-09-05T22:35:05.598+02:00Indian Spiced Eggplant with Peas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yesterday was official "back to school day" or <i>la rentrée</i> here in France. I've blogged about <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2011/09/blackcurrant-yogurt-dessert-for-la.html" target="_blank">this phenomenon</a> before. For the past week or so people have been little by little coming back from August vacations and getting back to work routine. Businesses have been opening again, neighborhoods have been filling back up with Parisians and people have been getting together with friends they missed over the summer. Although I hit the ground running with last week's 14-hour-days full of theater rehearsals, this week marks a return to the usual routine: some babysitting, teaching a few theater classes and continuing rehearsals for this year's plays. <br />
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It's also back to making delicious food from whatever the CSA throws our way week to week. Recently, I got a bunch of eggplants, both the classic purple kind and the white kind - I can only assume this is how the veggie got its name because they actually do resemble eggs. I'm not a big fan of eggplant and neither is D. (Send your delicious recipes my way, please.) My usual response when I don't like a vegetable is to put Indian spices on it. I mean, I'll eat pretty much anything once you add cumin, turmeric and eggplant is no exception. I discovered this recipe four or five years ago on the blog <a href="http://orangette.blogspot.fr/2008/02/over-and-over-again.html" target="_blank">Orangette</a> and it's been my go-to eggplant recipe ever since! And to top it off, it has peas in it and I LOVE peas. <br />
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2 large eggplants (<span style="color: purple;">or 3-4 small</span>)<br />
2 Tbsp. olive oil<br />
1 tsp. cumin seeds or ground cumin<br />
1 medium yellow onion, finely chopped<br />
1 small jalapeño, seeded (<span style="color: purple;">or not depending on how spicy you want it</span>) and finely chopped<br />
3 garlic cloves, finely chopped<br />
1 ½ Tbsp. minced fresh ginger<br />
¼ tsp. cayenne pepper<br />
4 or 5 curry leaves (<span style="color: purple;">optional</span>)<br />
3 medium tomatoes, finely chopped (<span style="color: purple;">out of season, canned tomatoes work too</span>)<br />
½ tsp. paprika<br />
¼ tsp. turmeric<br />
1 cup frozen peas<br />
¾ cup chopped cilantro (<span style="color: purple;">I leave this out and sometimes garnish w/ chopped scallions at the end, but if you like cilantro, go for it</span>)<br />
1/3 - ½ cup whole-milk plain yogurt (<span style="color: purple;">if you're feeling fancy, you can also use cream or coconut milk. I've tried both and they're delicious variations</span>)<br />
Salt, to taste<br />
Garam masala, for serving<br />
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the oven to 500° F (250ºC). Put the eggplants on in a baking dish, and
pierce them all over with a fork or knife. Bake for about 1 hour, or
until the skins are blackened and the eggplant is soft when
pressed. Set aside to cool slightly. Then slice open lengthwise, scrape the flesh from the skin and mash coarsely. (You can do this part a day or two ahead and refrigerate it.)<br />
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Heat the oil over
medium-high heat in a large frying pan. Add the cumin seeds (or ground cumin) and
cook until they begin to sizzle and pop, about 10 seconds. Add the
onion, and cook, stirring occasionally, until it is soft and beginning
to brown, about 5-10 minutes. Add the jalapeño, garlic, ginger,
cayenne and curry leaves (if using) and cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes. Add
the tomatoes and cook until the liquid has evaporated,
about 10 minutes. Add the paprika and turmeric, and cook, stirring,
for another 2-3 minutes. Add the eggplant and peas and cook
over low heat for 10 minutes. Reduce the heat to low, and stir in the cilantro (if using), yogurt (or cream or coconut milk), and salt.<br />
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Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-64662059083694856272012-08-29T09:00:00.000+02:002012-08-29T09:00:15.879+02:00Refreshing Lemon-Limeade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today marks the first official day of a new project, a week of physically and emotionally intensive rehearsals at a theater that has basically turned the keys over to us for a week to do as we please. Yes, they're crazy. But then again so are we - and anyone who throws themselves into something they are passionate about and just trusts the universe will provide.<br />
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I guess what I'm saying is that a certain healthy level of insanity is required to live life to the fullest. <a href="http://www.marieforleo.com/" target="_blank">Marie Forleo</a> - inspiring business woman living out her dreams - says <a href="http://www.marieforleo.com/2012/08/feel-alive/" target="_blank">in this interview</a> that ambition is always unrealistic because it hasn't happened yet. I'm paraphrasing but it's a comforting thought because it means that if your dreams and desires are not based in "reality", then you're doing something right, you're on an adventure towards changing that reality into something else.<br />
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Of course those of us that cook know all about that. The history of cooking is full of unrealistic ambitions from "let's eat this big round red fruit of the nightshade family in the hopes it won't actually be poisonous," to "let's break down the molecules of this food, turn it into foam and serve it in a restaurant." You start with some random ingredients, or a list of constraints, or just a wild desire for something particular and off you sail out into the waters of culinary invention perhaps with a recipe or two for guidance -- or not.<br />
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In this case, I was looking for a nice before dinner drink that was cooling and non-alcoholic. Enter Lemon-Limeade. I took what looked like <a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/fresh-lemon-limeade" target="_blank">a super simple recipe from Food & Wine</a>. Don't be fooled. There are few steps and no special equipment, but unless you have a juicer (I hope you do), you're going to be squeezing lots of lemons and limes by hand. However, this delicious recipe is worth it (as long as you don't have any paper cuts).<br />
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1 cup sugar (I used raw sugar, which gave the lemonade a nice rich color)<br />
4 3/4 cups water <br />
3/4 cup fresh squeezed lemon juice<br />
3/4 cup fresh squeezed lime juice<br />
slices for garnish <br />
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In a saucepan on high heat, stir the sugar into 1 1/2 cups water until dissolved. Remove from heat BEFORE mixture comes to a boil. Pour into a pitcher and stir in 3 1/4 cups of cold water and lemon and lime juices. Refrigerate until cool. Serve over ice, garnished with lemon or lime slices. Good with appetizers before dinner or to cool off in the afternoon. </div>
Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-21144369472679817192012-08-22T09:00:00.000+02:002012-08-22T16:15:55.852+02:00Home from Vacation and Homemade Vanilla Extract<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unlike last year when my <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/search/label/US%20Road%20Trip" target="_blank">US Road Trip</a> made the blog nearly every day, this year's vacation was shorter, much more family-filled (think fourteen people to organize for dinner every night) and involved much less culinary creativity. Then again, why get creative when you can grill every night to this sort of view.</div>
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I had marked this recipe on the defunct blog <a href="http://cyclingcook.blogspot.fr/" target="_blank">Antics of A Cycling Cook</a> a few years ago (yes that's how long the turnover is in my bookmarked recipes file) and finally got sick of paying lots of money for tiny tiny bottles of vanilla extract and decided to give it a try. Hands down the easiest recipe in the world, cheap in the long run, and made my baked goods so much better. I topped it off and gave it a good shake before vacation and came back to amazing vanilla extract. I highly recommend doing it yourself!</div>
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(<span style="color: #351c75;">I used a 20cl bottle of cheap Armagnac from the supermarket. Sam used cheap vodka. Anything will do - brandy, light rum, etc - but you don't want the alcohol flavor to overpower the vanilla so I would avoid dark rum and stuff like that.)</span></div>
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Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-84273829459652891552012-08-18T11:06:00.000+02:002012-08-18T11:59:32.095+02:00August and Psychic Cats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello dear readers. I am Sir Edgar Mindreader, the mastermind and psychic. I have been studying hard since <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2012/04/attack-of-zhu-zhu-pets-by-edgar-and.html" target="_blank">our last post</a>. Hopie took her computer with her on vacation and we've been busy playing with the human friends she left here for us, but now that she's back and sleeping off jetlag, I psychically knew you all wanted to hear from me.</div>
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They mostly want to hear from me, Marcel. All you talk about is tuna. They don't have to be psychic to know what you're going to say.</div>
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What?</div>
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Well, if you're psychic, you tell me.</div>
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Fine. You want them to pet you.</div>
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What?? Um, no. That wasn't at ALL what I was going to say.</div>
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Don't mind him. Anyway...this week there's heat wave in France and we're spending most of our time lying on the kitchen floor because it's cool.</div>
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Yea, and not cuddling like we like to do in the winter:</div>
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Not that there's anything to see out the living room window these days with everyone away for the month of August. All the shops are closed and there are hardly any passers by. I psychically predict they will start coming back next week and all return at the end of August.</div>
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Um, that happens every year.</div>
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BECAUSE I psychically KNOW it will happen.</div>
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This is my I'm-not-impressed face.</div>
Funny, it looks like your give-me-tuna-or-I'll-meow face.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ok, you are psychic. Now somebody give me tuna. It's hot. I need sustenance!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span>Dear readers, I must go back to lying on a tile floor where my psychic powers tell me I will be the coolest. I recommend you give it try. I think Hopie will be posting soon, though she's not very coherent in this heat.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ooh, but I bet I could guilt her into giving me a cuddle anyway. It's been sooooooo long! </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you to D., our official photographer.</span></i></div>
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Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-14130288332075622182012-05-05T13:52:00.000+02:002012-05-05T13:53:20.322+02:00Roast Pork with Rhubarb<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well it's once again the season for rhubarb to start appearing in the markets and across the blogosphere. I can't say I mind. I love the tartness that rhubarb adds to sweet recipes like these <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2008/06/sunday-baking-orange-rhubarb-scones.html" target="_blank">Orange-Rhubarb Scones</a>, or to crumbles and pies with sweeter fruits that are also starting to come into season. I have to confess, that, although the days of dowries have long past in France, my wedding agreements with D. <i>may</i> have included a certain number of Strawberry-Rhubarb Pies to be distributed throughout the course of our lives together (meticulously calculated with an equation involving number of pies per season, average life span and other variables).</div>
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However, although my CSA seems to think that rhubarb should count as my weekly fruit, I believe rhubarb is more correctly considered a vegetable and like most vegetables, it shines when roasted. To be fair, I did not come up with this idea, but when it comes to sailing off the edge of the culinary map, there's no one I trust more to navigate than <a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/" target="_blank">Jaime Oliver</a> (see: my slow but steady conversion to his recipes like <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2011/09/back-in-city-and-wild-mushroom-soup.html" target="_blank">Wild Mushroom Soup</a> and this <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2011/10/jamie-oliver-and-some-seriously-good.html" target="_blank">Seriously Good Grilled Zucchini Salad</a>). This recipe is surprising and absolutely delicious. Like most of Oliver's recipes, it's not hard to make and whole is greater than the sum of the parts. <br />
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One bunch of fresh sage (<span style="color: #a64d79;">I had to go to the three different places to get this, but I think fresh sage is so definitely worth it.</span>)<br />
1 clove garlic, peeled<br />
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2 pork fillets, trimmed<br />
sea salt and freshly ground black pepper<br />
10 slices Parma ham or prosciutto (<span style="color: #a64d79;">I used speck</span>) <br />
7-12 sticks of rhubarb (<span style="color: #a64d79;">enough to blanket the bottom of your baking dish</span>)<br />
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Crush a good handful of fresh sage in a pestle and mortar. Crush in the garlic and then add 5
tablespoons of olive oil. Rub this mixture all over the pork
fillets. Let marinate for an hour (if you have the time). Preheat the oven
to 425ºF / 220ºC. Lightly season the pork with salt and pepper, and wrap 5 slices of ham/prosciutto around each fillet. Cut the rhubarb into finger-sized pieces
and place in an appropriately sized roasting tray. Lay the pork on
top of the rhubarb. (You can rub the rest of the marinade into the ham at this point if you like). Sprinkle leftover sage leaves over the dish and
drizzle with olive oil. Get a piece of wax paper, wet it and
scrunch it up, lay it over the meat and tuck it in around the sides.<br />
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Cook in the preheated oven for 15 mins, remove the paper and cook for another 15 mins. Remove from the oven and allow to rest for 5 mins.
Slice the meat at an angle in thick slices and serve with juice over the
roasted rhubarb. I served this with baked potatoes drizzled with sage butter. Oh, so yum! </div>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-57199408699706855662012-04-20T10:30:00.000+02:002012-08-18T11:04:36.488+02:00The Attack of the Zhu Zhu Pets by Edgar and Marcel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXoLuWY7zV8gTWiX5aQYVLa4y6ogY8Y61514dI3ZCPof47ZUPCLgs7LeYFPbg_CPm7liyv0ew6L50ldvO9qO4AEIiimAu7ymtE4CnvRt-2Oo9-BUge81mC47lEcIWR5sOAvdH7jBT-w8/s1600/P1070944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXoLuWY7zV8gTWiX5aQYVLa4y6ogY8Y61514dI3ZCPof47ZUPCLgs7LeYFPbg_CPm7liyv0ew6L50ldvO9qO4AEIiimAu7ymtE4CnvRt-2Oo9-BUge81mC47lEcIWR5sOAvdH7jBT-w8/s400/P1070944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731545767026112882" border="0" /></a><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-fareast-language:JA;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;</style><span style="">Marcel, Marcel, wake up! Hopie's away again. We can write to our dear rea</span>ders on the blog again! I bet they miss us.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> <span style="color:#000099">Enough to pet us? Or give us tuna?</span><br />Maybe...<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">All right. Hello? Anyone there?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="color:#000099"></span> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwYK7rXQMoubrc0BT4eOfR78tvO41qN_pxmbpS-s-RTACi3URFfcO8npVo_G7W8Yee0ZCtTXymTxieoaIGzKUKm9CeOnjEjdD7HT8rljXcnuJMlKlZWeu2OiLHuzNrOT-ZoN6vRIcpxA/s1600/P1070951.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwYK7rXQMoubrc0BT4eOfR78tvO41qN_pxmbpS-s-RTACi3URFfcO8npVo_G7W8Yee0ZCtTXymTxieoaIGzKUKm9CeOnjEjdD7HT8rljXcnuJMlKlZWeu2OiLHuzNrOT-ZoN6vRIcpxA/s400/P1070951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731544818368735458" border="0" /><span style=""></span></a><br /><span style=""> Yes, hello dear readership this is Mastermind Edgar.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This is Marcel!</span></span><span style=""><span style="color:#000099"></span><br />Hopie is doing a theater writing workshop with her company's loyal audiences in the center of France...<span style="color:#000099"><br />She likes them better than us. I bet she's giving them tuna right now.</span><br />...and then taking a show to another city she calls Lyon.<br /><span style="color:#000099">Lion? She's going to pet other cats??</span><br />So we're back to update our fans.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwYK7rXQMoubrc0BT4eOfR78tvO41qN_pxmbpS-s-RTACi3URFfcO8npVo_G7W8Yee0ZCtTXymTxieoaIGzKUKm9CeOnjEjdD7HT8rljXcnuJMlKlZWeu2OiLHuzNrOT-ZoN6vRIcpxA/s1600/P1070951.JPG"><span style=""></span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s400/photo-5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731546401818601394" border="0" /></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><span style=""></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><span style=""></span></a><span style=""><br /><span style="color:#000099">Tell them about our new toys!</span><br />I told you Marcel, those toys are not for us. They're for our humans.<span style="color:#000099"><br />But they squeak and roll around on the floor and look good to hunt! I know they're for us.</span><br />No Marcel, they're silly human pets called Zhu Zhus.<br /><span style="color:#000099">Other pets? Competition??</span><br />Exactly, Marcel. They are not to be played with. They must be eliminated.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><span style=""></span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><span style=""></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnN2LRaN_-yPHMnFiSYF-safIUOJWeki2hBbXbuGwg71jSCLIWPfM5-E1t8ai71sIaR5afNblQBG66yeL11FGRGZ8ttlAWCMs3nLP9o6U7dIRJpSwMCqYaEFQI8YyEPuV8sp_qlcBqfY/s1600/photo-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnN2LRaN_-yPHMnFiSYF-safIUOJWeki2hBbXbuGwg71jSCLIWPfM5-E1t8ai71sIaR5afNblQBG66yeL11FGRGZ8ttlAWCMs3nLP9o6U7dIRJpSwMCqYaEFQI8YyEPuV8sp_qlcBqfY/s400/photo-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731546489683707090" border="0" /></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbAttgv5FHeCRQZMU8pAbNc_B_GzeJGtH5QO9TMqmDefbGok6GeFee_pbOXaYXfnZHhVCzUjSMHtocVtlJYlDsd3UjLUQVmAtN5KB7MwY22TtpsCjixS45M6WAZXOT7YiPBNG99VuJyY/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><span style=""></span></a><span style=""><br /><span style="color:#000099"><br />Like we eliminated that evil leather chair?</span><br />Yes. We ripped it to shreds to show who was boss. We will do the same with these Zhu Zhu creatures.<br /><span style="color:#000099">But Edgar...</span><br />What?<span style="color:#000099"><br />Come to think of it, they're...kind of scary. I think I might rather curl up under the bed.</span><br />Don't be ridiculous. We must rule in this house.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Or...we could take a nap in the humans' underwear instead.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuMHB2g5vL2BptgZElG6_4haEqtbIN02EAXcy30e00f6pfqfsPEurHBLKpE8lQItRZAwbIztg45QeAZUj3BZ2RhEUlukzpcN11vMFHQZUCpzzPlqicXIs-SKSNDT_NjS4rQQ2F2ITf9Y/s1600/photo-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuMHB2g5vL2BptgZElG6_4haEqtbIN02EAXcy30e00f6pfqfsPEurHBLKpE8lQItRZAwbIztg45QeAZUj3BZ2RhEUlukzpcN11vMFHQZUCpzzPlqicXIs-SKSNDT_NjS4rQQ2F2ITf9Y/s400/photo-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731546310527844210" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style=""><span style="color:#000099"></span><br />Marcel, come back here!<span style="color:#000099"><br />No! If there's no tuna, I'm taking a nap!</span><br />Marcel! Excuse me, dear readers, insubordination calls. I must go. Until next time...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtSj1xeUox0XE-3pKzazCL8VY4L4sDPjzF9IWojkXKjW9zFpXDNATJSDWgHxfhwyF1HRY9JyPXA8lkjW5TzcPYx_xA1EtrVSHZ-ya7noNMFV9IlbKGY1NdgwICTadcorz-nYuuDDtohg/s1600/P1070948.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtSj1xeUox0XE-3pKzazCL8VY4L4sDPjzF9IWojkXKjW9zFpXDNATJSDWgHxfhwyF1HRY9JyPXA8lkjW5TzcPYx_xA1EtrVSHZ-ya7noNMFV9IlbKGY1NdgwICTadcorz-nYuuDDtohg/s400/P1070948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731545382703860962" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-74312647017410871682012-04-13T18:45:00.000+02:002012-04-13T18:48:18.881+02:00Mongolian Salt Tea (Guest Post by Magdalena)<span style="font-style: italic;">My youngest sister Magdalena (aka Future Master Baker) is currently spending a semester abroad in Siberia. I know, I know, I was skeptical too but if you have a good pair of boots, it's apparently a stunning place to be. You can read all about it on her blog <a href="http://voluntaryexile.wordpress.com/">Voluntary Exile</a>. One of the great things is that she gets to go to places like Mongolia for spring b</span><span style="font-style: italic;">reak! So now, here she is with a special guest post about her culinary experiences there:</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEncSCnLdXYc7uT66Pl0M7SKs0LXNSq0wRgDb2w6JsTwfwIV3r2ysW4QxnuYEww4WP5JZpQ002RTdafFMZPZW7JmakKvbNrLjU6nZmvIAjmOvrHTQwCFWroPhHez8SIwTXIKUVOfyC4NI/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEncSCnLdXYc7uT66Pl0M7SKs0LXNSq0wRgDb2w6JsTwfwIV3r2ysW4QxnuYEww4WP5JZpQ002RTdafFMZPZW7JmakKvbNrLjU6nZmvIAjmOvrHTQwCFWroPhHez8SIwTXIKUVOfyC4NI/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730794925699495186" border="0" /></a><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hello, readers of Hopie's Kitchen. I was recently in Mongolia, where I was lucky enough to sample some unique Mongolian dishes, so Hopie asked if I would write about it a little.</span><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">There were three Mongolia-only drinks I wanted to make a point of trying: Mongolian tea, fermented mare's milk (called </span><i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">airag</i><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">), and Chinggis brand vodka ("Chinggis" being the more authentic Mongolian spelling of "Genghis", as in Khan). I didn't get a chance to try the second, and I can't tell you how to make the third, so I guess tea it is.</span><br /><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvEmdbwS-Bs5ob8TJTDMzGSK0Whyphenhyphen8ak12B6nISN8jLD-JRtIBNYFd8IwCfHXSwOH8c4prh_FtN4dHndHeEnDNxCMFogXP5_jlx90ZZ76IVzbClyZcrD8xHkJ0t220zTul5NgXN94r5t0/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvEmdbwS-Bs5ob8TJTDMzGSK0Whyphenhyphen8ak12B6nISN8jLD-JRtIBNYFd8IwCfHXSwOH8c4prh_FtN4dHndHeEnDNxCMFogXP5_jlx90ZZ76IVzbClyZcrD8xHkJ0t220zTul5NgXN94r5t0/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730794038701497346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Mongolians call their tea "süütei tsai", which literally means "milk tea". I find this a bit misleading, because the key feature of the tea is not the milk. It's the salt. My host mom in Russia tells me that Mongolians drink their tea with milk and salt because the mixture provides both protein and electrolytes, which they need for long days of the nomadic herding lifestyle. However, it's popular enough to be found all over the place in Ulaanbaatar, where the closest thing to herders I saw were the policemen trying desperately to control the terrifying Mongolian traffic.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCn5MYfvBaSF-UO56paNdjLeGVf-SExc-DZy6DfZ7gldcDDd1R6JDOVckLJ3qRINtdoCxxwRO3fAZ4_HwwjSQDz03WOUAAcZonna9spgC5OeaDkKy6KdXA0cE_XHlL9chNY1Bk3nDIt0/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCn5MYfvBaSF-UO56paNdjLeGVf-SExc-DZy6DfZ7gldcDDd1R6JDOVckLJ3qRINtdoCxxwRO3fAZ4_HwwjSQDz03WOUAAcZonna9spgC5OeaDkKy6KdXA0cE_XHlL9chNY1Bk3nDIt0/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730796694686389474" border="0" /></a><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Every non-Mongolian I've met talks about this tea as something horrifying that is an "acquired taste". Maybe there's something wrong with me, because I acquired it on my second sip. I found this tea so intriguing and oddly addictive that I couldn't believe the recipe was so simple—I was sure there was something else giving it its flavor. But it's really just three ingredients.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvoDtfs3LYG_cC182t2ZE63NTWF9wyKF2CUdhho93ZD8ngcBVzJOqVPjhCiTL3tMP5NhcNCT0K8ETtOhHTc8b_qUuB9NnCAUcc9JXTP5BL3gaGhB8MFqs8M5tYYly6parT3McCyNCP48/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvoDtfs3LYG_cC182t2ZE63NTWF9wyKF2CUdhho93ZD8ngcBVzJOqVPjhCiTL3tMP5NhcNCT0K8ETtOhHTc8b_qUuB9NnCAUcc9JXTP5BL3gaGhB8MFqs8M5tYYly6parT3McCyNCP48/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730795547358115330" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Magdalena assures me that, yes, this is a group of yaks.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Start with some loose tea. Any black tea will do. Boil some water in a saucepan, add tea leaves, and steep to your desired tea strength.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Next, add milk. The water-milk ratio in Mongolian tea is about 1-1, so add a lot. Just tell yourself you're making yourself strong for a long day of sheep-herding.</span><br /><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Instead of stirring, Mongolians will take a large spoon, lift some of the mixture out of the pot, and let it splash back in. This makes the milk light and frothy. I guess you could always just stir with a whisk, but why would you do that when you can pretend to be in a Mongolian </span><i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">ger</i><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">, making your süütei tsai over the fire?</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZJZAn0d2utzEDZL30tBxKdsvA1ygrE8Dl04kCN6Shti60Pb2yWXGgMF6U78QtvDdbbVbBrbTdxZlhY6uKYWOcyAikzS2wAXTyo0q1jabFlKJ9jaiwtgogAIUIu0QfAPF_QRyD7XimFk/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZJZAn0d2utzEDZL30tBxKdsvA1ygrE8Dl04kCN6Shti60Pb2yWXGgMF6U78QtvDdbbVbBrbTdxZlhY6uKYWOcyAikzS2wAXTyo0q1jabFlKJ9jaiwtgogAIUIu0QfAPF_QRyD7XimFk/s400/IMG_0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730797576738719138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">When the mixture is starting to boil again, take it off the heat and stir in some salt. This part is tricky, because the amount of salt really makes or breaks this beverage. I tried in vain to find a recipe that provided a concrete amount, so that I would have an actual proportion to go by, but most recipes for Mongolian tea say "add salt to taste." I don't know about you, but the amount of salt I usually prefer "to taste" is none.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Just start with a little bit, and gradually add more until it hits the perfect balance. Too little salt, and you won't taste a difference at all; too much, and it will just taste salty. Just enough, and you won't even be able to tell what the unusual ingredient is—it'll just give your tea a slightly enhanced flavor.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQmSacH2cIY2BZbZ32u8BFcO1azErp3Hg4LyFA3S_ahKV8ESGzqGGY-XcnF1uz2v8ETX9x2MoO5c_vZBPt7jK0R4SrCcSbywF8LuGmXE0s6d-zmr92wBBd9Pdja_sP1aQtBA6-p1Jlz8/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQmSacH2cIY2BZbZ32u8BFcO1azErp3Hg4LyFA3S_ahKV8ESGzqGGY-XcnF1uz2v8ETX9x2MoO5c_vZBPt7jK0R4SrCcSbywF8LuGmXE0s6d-zmr92wBBd9Pdja_sP1aQtBA6-p1Jlz8/s400/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730797248639433890" border="0" /></a><br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Made right, this tea has a rich, smooth tast</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">e. "It reminds me of caramel, but without the caramel part," I remarked the first time I tried it. ("I have no idea what you're talking about," my friend responded.) It truly does add up to more than the sum of its parts, so even if you are one of the apparently many people who don't love this tea as much as I did, it's worth a try. Be a little adventurous, like Chinggis Khan, who adventured out to defeat the enemies of the Mongolian empire, or like J. Enkhjargal, the architect who decided to build a 131-foot statue of Chinggis Khan in the middle of the Mongolian steppe.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zxqQv9kU-Hyb5SUNZjKZ5N-D4RtCw-FYtsbcrsMwpmn0-JIOMXQom0T6rqActUo8AaIkpjMKY8CdUrQ71yIx1NfafjivaRK6mWjMusgsifmYTOquEKeO9g8Ug4gamvAajND6oEuLWhc/s1600/IMG_0585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zxqQv9kU-Hyb5SUNZjKZ5N-D4RtCw-FYtsbcrsMwpmn0-JIOMXQom0T6rqActUo8AaIkpjMKY8CdUrQ71yIx1NfafjivaRK6mWjMusgsifmYTOquEKeO9g8Ug4gamvAajND6oEuLWhc/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730793582583663698" border="0" /></a></span>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-33775147082400292702012-04-03T19:20:00.008+02:002012-04-03T20:30:21.183+02:00Delicate Champagne Cocktail and Parmesan Tuiles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESlonR6TrqRk4fHeoTp5-g7Q3PyuqAdfWOf4ZydM3E9ub1Ack4gQcU6Ei31A1yM8nlXeqydBfyVx76DZXgw5kHd5ZioP0SXqmdOXKtQz-9GlsNaVdS_lANO1Frc-hKyZCkhCicp7l4yQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B6%253C69%253B338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESlonR6TrqRk4fHeoTp5-g7Q3PyuqAdfWOf4ZydM3E9ub1Ack4gQcU6Ei31A1yM8nlXeqydBfyVx76DZXgw5kHd5ZioP0SXqmdOXKtQz-9GlsNaVdS_lANO1Frc-hKyZCkhCicp7l4yQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B6%253C69%253B338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727241499289038498" border="0" /></a><br />I made these champagne cocktails for a party this weekend and I am so enchanted with them that I'm using writing this post as an excuse to have another one...you know, for inspiration. So let me be inspired: there's something fruity going on with the grenadine syrup (and, especially for French people, something that reminds you a little bit of being a kid again), something smooth and sweet with the pear juice, something citrus-y and a tinge bitter with the Grand Marnier, and then something absolutely decadent with the champagne. And it doesn't have to be good quality champagne. I'm using <span style="font-style: italic;">cremant d'Alsace</span> which is about a third of the price and just as yummy in this cocktail.<br /><br />Just perfect for the beginning of party with friends, or for an after-work drink, or for a romantic evening. Delicate and fun enough to toast the warm weather and the return of spring.<br /><br />Speaking of <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2008/04/paris-in-spring-et-glaces-berthillon.html">spring in Paris</a>, even though I live in an area where winter is not too harsh and snow does not keep us inside for months at a time, spring has brought Parisians outside. They come to the parks. They sit at the outdoor tables at cafés and watch people go by. They put away their<a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.fr/2009/03/fondu-savoyarde.html"> fondu pots</a> and start thinking about lighter foods.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEL5ESTO6pvaJwwK1YjAHMl91eVD0XTJQcncS2icBEZLXNElM8q7GF_6lCyIl-BJaRQKhzH-d-22qCsI3wlO0V756ryut69KR3Dfy4cYOHc7KJDi2lYOokhNWX776tBvolaPbxzmGAi0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B86%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B75-%253C4338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEL5ESTO6pvaJwwK1YjAHMl91eVD0XTJQcncS2icBEZLXNElM8q7GF_6lCyIl-BJaRQKhzH-d-22qCsI3wlO0V756ryut69KR3Dfy4cYOHc7KJDi2lYOokhNWX776tBvolaPbxzmGAi0/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B86%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B75-%253C4338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727241709249613522" border="0" /></a><br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Simple Champagne Cocktail</span><br />(per cocktail)<br /><br />1 frozen raspberry<br />1 Tbsp grenadine syrup<br />1 Tbsp pear juice<br />1 Tbsp Grand Marnier liqueur<br />champagne<br /><br />Put the raspberry in the bottom of the glass. Measure the grenadine and Grand Marnier on top and then pour champagne over it until the glass is full. It layers prettily but the taste is better when you stir it (carefully so the champagne doesn't bubble over).<br /><br /><br />These Parmesan tuiles (a sort of thin appetizer wafer) are also perfect for spring parties. Not to mention, they go perfectly well with this champagne cocktail. So, since I've been a lazy blogger lately, this time you get two recipes in one post.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSZnMiil9QY83TMydL5FGdV9zCJRNP6fNeGgMD07d8dnVP2iUqfdMfW82BbcsYHIv0HRf7b8io1Aiq81c7hiasyh1AXKtEa4P1-gUhjfbDxOyxQdKqmhkeCF-sBJPD46LYJIHNceVVbI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B-2%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B6%253B%253B6%253B338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSZnMiil9QY83TMydL5FGdV9zCJRNP6fNeGgMD07d8dnVP2iUqfdMfW82BbcsYHIv0HRf7b8io1Aiq81c7hiasyh1AXKtEa4P1-gUhjfbDxOyxQdKqmhkeCF-sBJPD46LYJIHNceVVbI/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B-2%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D3555%253B6%253B%253B6%253B338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727241615105256754" border="0" /></a><br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Parmesan Tuiles</span><br />(makes a good plateful)<br /><br />25g of flour<br />100g of Parmesan<br />1 tsp dried rosemary<br />2 Tbsp sesame seeds<br /><br />Mix all the ingredients together in a large bowl. Heat a frying pan on medium heat. When hot, spoon about 1 Tbsp of mixture into the pan and spread thin, almost like a tiny pancake. You can probably do this three or four times in the pan until you run out of space. The Parmesan will melt and when it seems all melty on one side, carefully flip the <span style="font-style: italic;">tuile</span> and cook it on the other side, all in all only a couple minutes. Remove from frying pan and let cool on a rolling pin to give them a nice curved shape. Repeat until you've used all the Parmesan mixture.<br /><br />Happy spring parties! And happy Easter!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-79200986958284026542012-03-14T09:45:00.000+01:002012-03-14T09:47:52.920+01:00Lyon and Bernachon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXTuKNQPyCP9r_pEJS36c0__66v4eboTktiN-D_uFqTrjzPhjQjww6IOoAxCjjWWcQXRnTQHlDw1vNZnUfRTMmNSIm5Nw7MhlMlokM0dOCt77W6qfE_FC6dndqX5DY5yco8Tm2kBri2c/s1600/Lyon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXTuKNQPyCP9r_pEJS36c0__66v4eboTktiN-D_uFqTrjzPhjQjww6IOoAxCjjWWcQXRnTQHlDw1vNZnUfRTMmNSIm5Nw7MhlMlokM0dOCt77W6qfE_FC6dndqX5DY5yco8Tm2kBri2c/s400/Lyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719075990974598434" border="0" /></a><br />This weekend D. and I did a good deed. We helped a friend who just moved this year to a new city celebrate a birthday. Did it hurt that this friend is a foodie and that the new city was Lyon, a city known for its gastronomy? Well, no. Ok, full confession: we spent the weekend eating. The birthday girl was happy and so were we!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGB1YQTHodP25WQhUpdS8NDu2s4IJ9MJNjG34RUiwW3BMYNWpGNUUWUJ1DHTXxpzAgDPW7Uw2DHE8EZ9EpOFEvKNgXb1s5nmhsp7ocGzfls8fRYsxEdsWuAtPltHiCi9YtqKFXdblzBDQ/s1600/Vitrine+Bernachon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGB1YQTHodP25WQhUpdS8NDu2s4IJ9MJNjG34RUiwW3BMYNWpGNUUWUJ1DHTXxpzAgDPW7Uw2DHE8EZ9EpOFEvKNgXb1s5nmhsp7ocGzfls8fRYsxEdsWuAtPltHiCi9YtqKFXdblzBDQ/s400/Vitrine+Bernachon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719075937023446226" border="0" /></a><br />I won't go into all the different kinds of food we came across (the amazing <span style="font-style: italic;">charcuteries</span> and the <span style="font-style: italic;">patisseries</span> and the divine smells in the streets and the typical <span style="font-style: italic;">bouchons</span> lyonnais), though it's all worth mentioning, but I can't help sharing pictures of our birthday tea stop.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdCfORF10yjJKUDhc1JQLdaN35f29FepM0wwrQNXurZ2RZMV5t746Wm6kQRxr_dITGt9Sf8TldWCbLDKjzo4UcY3j74XowpbsdFZpctiQuwTDjPKCbZ3MRfhJ3FcERYwE9VfKlROlnbc/s1600/Chocolat+Chaud+Bernachon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdCfORF10yjJKUDhc1JQLdaN35f29FepM0wwrQNXurZ2RZMV5t746Wm6kQRxr_dITGt9Sf8TldWCbLDKjzo4UcY3j74XowpbsdFZpctiQuwTDjPKCbZ3MRfhJ3FcERYwE9VfKlROlnbc/s400/Chocolat+Chaud+Bernachon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719075874181737442" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.bernachon.com/">Bernachon</a> is a <span style="font-style: italic;">chocolaterie</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">patisserie </span>about which we had heard many good things. Their boutique is a shop on one side and a <span style="font-style: italic;">salon de thé</span> on the other. We arrived around 3pm, which was just perfect because it was after lunch and before the tea rush. We were seated right away and the staff was pleasant and available.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5FFnfi7OvfTJO0m4uHV2pCQ9JDbmtxQqFQaCnZyCij7czSF-gTSIPNcRC0x6X_pS3O7LjaMhrSiFVx0k1FEZmR97IzKEg-kv9mml02AKyFCm9G1VDjZNUQdlyYaFa1JlkYa3APkyjnI/s1600/Petits+Fours+Sale%25CC%2581s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5FFnfi7OvfTJO0m4uHV2pCQ9JDbmtxQqFQaCnZyCij7czSF-gTSIPNcRC0x6X_pS3O7LjaMhrSiFVx0k1FEZmR97IzKEg-kv9mml02AKyFCm9G1VDjZNUQdlyYaFa1JlkYa3APkyjnI/s400/Petits+Fours+Sale%25CC%2581s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719075812862493570" border="0" /></a>Being the conscientious foodies that we are, we had to sample a maximum and so we got tea (small but good-quality selection), hot chocolate (amazingly smooth, chocolaty and creamy), the assortment of warm savory <span style="font-style: italic;">petits-fours</span> AND the assortment of sweet <span style="font-style: italic;">petits-fours</span> and then split everything three ways: a festival of tastes! The birthday girl finished off with the largest, most dense (and yet delicious) macaron I've ever seen, which she ate on and off for the rest of day!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8T0LISSYz8N6gAnvTFi2KJwEA_kcl2zXM7EZwNBbrk6bHS9733XljShpXZJiG27fbPzi5uI314Uu5EVJcvM99VJaKiSfFkSeQ-IeRk6aC7C2f7_dSTtI0QbhvkwoSOqlW880hAWm0ME/s1600/Petits+Fours+Sucre%25CC%2581s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8T0LISSYz8N6gAnvTFi2KJwEA_kcl2zXM7EZwNBbrk6bHS9733XljShpXZJiG27fbPzi5uI314Uu5EVJcvM99VJaKiSfFkSeQ-IeRk6aC7C2f7_dSTtI0QbhvkwoSOqlW880hAWm0ME/s400/Petits+Fours+Sucre%25CC%2581s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719075762618144354" border="0" /></a><br />All in all a very successful weekend!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-45419384022462584572012-02-21T12:22:00.006+01:002012-09-05T20:51:28.419+02:00Split Pea Soup with Cumin Seeds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvp_UM2Sf9ZwYqcvT3at4QkFomLXpDCNEMlKVnALKZp1v0VpdlyAKUafdTZQHCzV75XaGacsyN42Eun82sSRQo_0Vq889hVljliVz04KXqSGA17KvHQltuC3VvNDwfZqkoESaR14OJzy4/s1600/DSC00312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvp_UM2Sf9ZwYqcvT3at4QkFomLXpDCNEMlKVnALKZp1v0VpdlyAKUafdTZQHCzV75XaGacsyN42Eun82sSRQo_0Vq889hVljliVz04KXqSGA17KvHQltuC3VvNDwfZqkoESaR14OJzy4/s400/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711589273248205090" border="0" /></a><br />The common cold: exciting side effect of temperatures changes, bane of modern medicine, butt of this telling joke...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A man went to see his doctor because he was suffering from a miserable cold. His doctor prescribed some pills, but they didn't help. On his next visit the doctor gave him a shot, but that didn't do any good. On his third visit the doctor told the man to go home and take a hot bath. As soon as he was finished bathing he was to throw open all the windows and stands in the draft. "But doc," protested the patient, "if I do that, I'll get pneumonia." "I know," said his physician. "I can cure pneumonia." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Luckily <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> doctor prescribed rest and supplements for my immune system rather than pneumonia, so I immediately came home and made <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/03/simple-chicken-soup-to-beat-cold-season.html">chicken soup</a>. I made the stock directly with a whole chicken so the meat would get falling-off-the-bone-tender</span>, then made the soup with onions, carrots, celery, and lots of garlic, parsley and some fresh ginger added near the end for the maximum in vitamin strength. I definitely recommend it if you're under the weather (even better if you can get someone else to make it for you)!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKRxXWJ1IMMyyhbCvav4rSgl1ZBffxt7e3355oGU2QkKyxekWYL_SDKRsnQo_kULZD3edViEo7AlVkTHhBgCW6d3bDkOtItyTQ1yEh1raVbRlAPHeCrdmQyr1KvbTOZAyJapywFDWAkM/s1600/DSC00314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKRxXWJ1IMMyyhbCvav4rSgl1ZBffxt7e3355oGU2QkKyxekWYL_SDKRsnQo_kULZD3edViEo7AlVkTHhBgCW6d3bDkOtItyTQ1yEh1raVbRlAPHeCrdmQyr1KvbTOZAyJapywFDWAkM/s400/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711589726026743042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Only in France would a baker sign his bread like a Picasso!</span></span><br /></div><br />I've been trying a new kind of soup pretty much every week these days. Latest in this delicious craze has been Heidi's amazing <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/vegetarian-split-pea-soup-recipe.html">Vegetarian Split Pea Soup</a>. This is one of those recipes that's insanely cheap, insanely easy to make and insanely delicious. (Check out <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/">101 Cookbooks</a> in general for more of those kinds of recipes. Heidi's good at them!) I added cumin seeds to this soup and I think the flavor worked well.<br /><br />serves 2-3 people<br /><br />1 tablespoon olive oil<br />1 large onion, chopped<br />a pinch of sea salt<br />a pinch of cumin seeds<br />1 cup dried split peas<br />3 1/2 cups chicken or vegetable stock<br />1-2 Tbsp fresh lemon juice (you can reserve the zest for garnish if you love lemon)<br />a few pinches of paprika<br />more olive oil to drizzle<blockquote> </blockquote> <p>Heat olive oil in a pot over med-high heat. Stir in onions and salt and cook a couple minutes, until the onions are soft but not brown. Add the split peas and stock. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer until the peas are cooked through but not mushy (about 20 minutes).<br /></p><p>Using a cup measure, put about 1/2 cup of the soup aside. Puree the rest of the soup. Stir the reserved soup back into the puree. This technique gives the soup a little bit of texture. Stir in the lemon juice and season to taste.<br /></p> <p>Serve in bowls drizzled with olive oil and topped with paprika and a bit of lemon zest.</p>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-25226560381248062962012-02-03T14:04:00.006+01:002012-02-03T14:44:45.364+01:00Bayonne Ham Sandwich with Roquefort and Apple<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2QKpOQpElLs56MsTKOSNSgLd-A8Ix0BYNjhJlzt55bMfg9vTgRv3-7TrBgIr6ynSPI9_3dmCCOQaPug1QufjiiUKMMM8zNPOtaanosAAR_l3JhbfKCUfwnzK87AJNS7gYSSM4Uj8bJQ/s1600/Sandwich+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2QKpOQpElLs56MsTKOSNSgLd-A8Ix0BYNjhJlzt55bMfg9vTgRv3-7TrBgIr6ynSPI9_3dmCCOQaPug1QufjiiUKMMM8zNPOtaanosAAR_l3JhbfKCUfwnzK87AJNS7gYSSM4Uj8bJQ/s400/Sandwich+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704896366760816002" border="0" /></a><br />A cold snap here has left Parisians shivering in their fashionable coats and reaching for their leather gloves. Yesterday the metro was slowed because of ice and people are generally at a lost as to how to keep warm. I am in my winter happy place. Ok, so it's in the low 20s and windy, but it's finally sunny! No rain boots, no more mid-season jacket. I finally have on my winter coat and the cute hat I bought in Bryant Park when I was in NYC over Christmas. When I wake up, the sun is rising and sending all sorts of beautiful colors across the sky. I'm onstage until the end of February and rehearsing two other shows. I play soccer every afternoon with kids I babysit for fun and exercise. Right now, life is good.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZybuMRb0IxhVj6vcqa6SC0942P4cQKWdbollmuPmbzVN61czo_QYZnnRPauBZT2ylxwI4dUhHJChtJQeBJt18N4dpQ3J4XAIzIrICH7hcqH_t6h6khFuGcxYH7rnRg4z_C6ETq7seeg/s1600/Sunrise.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZybuMRb0IxhVj6vcqa6SC0942P4cQKWdbollmuPmbzVN61czo_QYZnnRPauBZT2ylxwI4dUhHJChtJQeBJt18N4dpQ3J4XAIzIrICH7hcqH_t6h6khFuGcxYH7rnRg4z_C6ETq7seeg/s400/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704896855180631250" border="0" /></a><br />I've been trying to make all of my meals at home these days, even when they need to be simple and quick. When I absolutely have to eat on the run, I bring something with me. I gave up on buying sandwiches that are more expensive and not nearly as good as mine, and started having fun with all sorts of variations. This is one of my recent favorites.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bayonne Ham Sandwich with Roquefort and Apple</span><br /><br />French bread<br />1 tsp Dijon mustard<br />Two slices Bayonne ham or prosciutto<br />2 Tbsp Roquefort (or other blue) cheese<br />4 thin slices of apple (I used golden delicious)<br />fresh ground pepper<br /><br />I know you all know how to make a sandwich, but just for the sake of being thorough...<br />Spread the mustard on the bread. Lay on the ham/prosciutto, Roquefort and apple slices. Grind pepper to taste. Close sandwich and eat!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-73520115277516727512012-01-22T13:13:00.012+01:002012-01-22T14:12:32.561+01:00Tomato Red-Lentil Soup with Coconut Milk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5nsGxCMO4d4jZVHLRo8r3GxX52m4_1kZoCjCAkZOy4OPJBzKvveb47GPfJ4EkMdNengEkzFUOLISgeXSVsQvQwzEPGBlcEMZV8b-eaPlDFcJ9YEDnBHxdL30ca3OF9lnbeOPpIk_SFI/s1600/DSC00080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5nsGxCMO4d4jZVHLRo8r3GxX52m4_1kZoCjCAkZOy4OPJBzKvveb47GPfJ4EkMdNengEkzFUOLISgeXSVsQvQwzEPGBlcEMZV8b-eaPlDFcJ9YEDnBHxdL30ca3OF9lnbeOPpIk_SFI/s400/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700442256876998354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look at me! Finally a free moment for blogging!<br />Traveling over Christmas break and then hitting the ground running in January with a new show going up next week has turned me into a terrible delinquent blogger. I haven't been reading blogs or responding to comments or posting new recipes. All I can say is thank you for your forbearance and I look forward to doing some catching up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxX0q-hHMX4xnhVlxApM24GTxdwvBzi0Ft9f9Pl7dkQQ_zgMEP9BVffjj8FDrjRebfQnHW63xpgm2muvylgrGJ4Npy0NYE3VtDgLSgTzjThPk1fJGXjJo0xe-bCyQH51wj9rcdQE9Yk4/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxX0q-hHMX4xnhVlxApM24GTxdwvBzi0Ft9f9Pl7dkQQ_zgMEP9BVffjj8FDrjRebfQnHW63xpgm2muvylgrGJ4Npy0NYE3VtDgLSgTzjThPk1fJGXjJo0xe-bCyQH51wj9rcdQE9Yk4/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700441544765566002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Winter is in full swing in Paris and my rain boots are getting lots of wear. I swear, if I had known cute rain boots were the secret to avoiding seasonal depression here, I would have bought them years ago (I'm telling you, fellow Parisians, get cute rain boots)! Weather was similar over Christmas in the US, but there were long walks in nature to counter any doldrums. Back in the city, a heavy work schedule hasn't really left time for doldrums either, but on those days when even my rain boots or my new blue and pink wool cape can't perk up the grey weather, there's always food!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzWoxNYj6byuHC5Es6UB3lRMjnwT05ESE3XaWAUX-gjplzWFVSbh_UKVp0Jvh60X3oIzbhNBxXArhhQH3iY9EJdH9BvRElNeLszvEIrGgV1U0oxgjjc9dDar-maPYfW24mdtTUqkcTQM/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzWoxNYj6byuHC5Es6UB3lRMjnwT05ESE3XaWAUX-gjplzWFVSbh_UKVp0Jvh60X3oIzbhNBxXArhhQH3iY9EJdH9BvRElNeLszvEIrGgV1U0oxgjjc9dDar-maPYfW24mdtTUqkcTQM/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700442851000055618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know about you, but after the excesses of Christmas with the family (I'm not going to even think about the quantity of wine and cheese ingested, but man was it good), I've been going for warm, light meals this past month. Soups like classic <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-potato-leek-soup.html">Potato-Leek</a> and <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/hearty-quinoa-stew.html">Hearty Quinoa Stew</a> have been favorites on the table, but I also love trying new soups in winter and this one, based on <a href="http://forkbootsandapalette.wordpress.com/2009/12/12/tomato-lentil-soup-for-the-soul-and-pocket/#comment-664">this recipe</a> from the wonderful <a href="http://forkbootsandapalette.wordpress.com/">Art, Food and Travel Chronicles </a>is definitely a winner. <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Arial; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536859905 -1073711037 9 0 511 0;} @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-fareast-language:JA;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >3 shallots, chopped</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br face="georgia"></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >2 cloves garlic, minced<br />crushed red pepper flakes (to taste)<br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">About 5 fresh tomatoes, roughly chopped<br />1/2 cup red lentils</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 1 Tbsp cumin</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;">2 1/2 cups vegetable stock<br />1/4 cup coconut milk</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;">salt, pepper<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Heat the olive oil in a large pan. Add the shallots, garlic and red pepper flakes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Saute it for a few minutes, until soft and then add the tomatoes. Let it simmer for 5-8 minutes.<br />Add the lentils, cumin and vegetable stock. Bring to boil and then let it simmer for about 45 minutes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Putting aside maybe 1 cup of the soup, purée the remaining and then put back on the stove along with the cup of soup you put aside. Add the coconut milk and heat through. 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Every year my huge extended family gets together in New York to celebrate and marvel at how much the little ones have grown and how many new little ones are under foot and who the heck do they all belong to anyway?? As children, this was one of the best moments of the year. Ok, we were dressed to the nines, but when the parents were busy talking, my sisters and cousins and I slipped off those two-tight new dress shoes and ran up the back stairs in stocking feet to play. Or else, we snuck into the coat room, with all its long black coats and fancy fur coats, and slipped pieces of paper, candy or other found treasures into the pockets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2jIW048ot5mhbVamw1PuHE_wufecv1tEFYqJSnbYyir4Kpk7zD61rdQ-t92NU9goULTfIz-kMsUeAI2boDWJs_c7ZMmP_7UTIwQxWy2P4mcc6b7LsIeFUxwoodG9W2DdkC_ZB2JpSb8/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C739-2338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2jIW048ot5mhbVamw1PuHE_wufecv1tEFYqJSnbYyir4Kpk7zD61rdQ-t92NU9goULTfIz-kMsUeAI2boDWJs_c7ZMmP_7UTIwQxWy2P4mcc6b7LsIeFUxwoodG9W2DdkC_ZB2JpSb8/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C739-2338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678575740755762546" border="0" /></a><br />In France, there's no such holiday, no time off, and so I miss all the hullabaloo of a the big family get-together. Of course, there are upsides: I don't have to worry about what to wear, or be polite to people who's faces are vaguely familiar (they look like me?) but whose names I can't for the life of me remember, and no one asks me who my grandfather is and spends twenty minutes trying to figure out how we're related.<br /><br />But I also really miss my family. Now that we've grown up and are all in different places, it's hard to get to see everyone and Thanksgiving is usually when everyone manages to come together. I miss hearing the latest cousin gossip, the smell of New York at this time of year, the Broadway shows, the lights as the holiday season starts, the shop windows, and the upper class Jewish ladies in pearls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5c93sRkuWGJRAhkq0OVxscB1m-YVRPKMziUX2HljBF-hftJNpu2rP05WXTTP2T73nVO2DcAbafsUEVgPB_LB6Awe42_b6fr4tgiK4lDqWA52vcp6sFaQPLJdvAbCAihbCF_-C4KEsUQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B%253C2%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C7658-%253C5338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5c93sRkuWGJRAhkq0OVxscB1m-YVRPKMziUX2HljBF-hftJNpu2rP05WXTTP2T73nVO2DcAbafsUEVgPB_LB6Awe42_b6fr4tgiK4lDqWA52vcp6sFaQPLJdvAbCAihbCF_-C4KEsUQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B%253C2%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C7658-%253C5338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678575596025039762" border="0" /></a><br />However, even with that nostalgia, I have to admit I'm pretty lucky because here in Paris I get to have <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/11/sage-roast-squash-and-sweet-potato.html">Thanksgiving with the extremely talented Camille</a>. The food is much better than it ever was in my childhood, and <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-in-paris-and-thanksgiving.html">I get to cook some of it</a>! There's definitely something very Thanksgiving-y about spending the day cooking up yummy things to eat in the evening in very good company!<br /><br />Of course, the traditional turkey and mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-pecan-pie.html">pecan pie </a>and all that will be on the table. But it's nice to have some vegetables and I'd been meaning to test this <a href="http://www.30minutedinnerparty.com/2010/fresh-fennel-salad-with-parmesan-recipe">Fennel Parmesan Salad</a> for quite some time. I never know what to do with fennel from my CSA, but after a taste-run of this recipe, I won't hesitate to make this absolutely delicious salad again. A perfect flavor combination! It comes from the wonderful blog <a href="http://www.30minutedinnerparty.com/">30 Minute Dinner Party</a>, which you should definitely check out if you don't already read it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbNmlTy8w2QLbf6xf79asVbals8Ez_ckt08TAcDJUoabS0b98OFOeW_LwVgqQo3dRKhFi3hsWy8lpq48r4F2ch-V7hbdNNTAv-oxGLQloD0x08xC7QIGUzHeuYoW6jobw5JjhSq82Isc/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B68%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C7658-%253C6338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbNmlTy8w2QLbf6xf79asVbals8Ez_ckt08TAcDJUoabS0b98OFOeW_LwVgqQo3dRKhFi3hsWy8lpq48r4F2ch-V7hbdNNTAv-oxGLQloD0x08xC7QIGUzHeuYoW6jobw5JjhSq82Isc/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B68%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C7658-%253C6338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678575447489086338" border="0" /></a><br />2 bulbs fennel<br />100g (about 3/4 cup) fresh Parmesan, shaved into thin slices<br />2 Tbsp extra-virgin olive oil<br />2 tsp apple cider vinegar<br />juice of 1 lime<br />sea salt<br />fresh ground pepper<br /><br />Cut the leaves off the fennel and wash well. Peel off the leaves and slice thinly. (When you get down to the core, the leaves won't peel well but just slice the core into thin slices as well.) Put in a salad bowl with the Parmesan. In a small bowl mix together the olive oil, vinegar, lime, and salt and pepper to taste. Pour the sauce over the salad and serve!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-7902045305415062262011-11-15T10:38:00.012+01:002011-11-18T07:51:56.032+01:00Fall in Paris: a Study in Yellow and Brown (with Roast Chicken and Squash)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQu0jrLrLhKU9HEnUGz_dky6EPEZenBg9yD-Mi2QoYj96icd_tbeXC1DsY7lj1aIjXwZ4GbVDctzfJBD-dMBLksN_U2EDQHSVCODHCN2RMJTfYbmqQXXhisOuePKX1W11aIgywJByMQ44/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C7399-338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQu0jrLrLhKU9HEnUGz_dky6EPEZenBg9yD-Mi2QoYj96icd_tbeXC1DsY7lj1aIjXwZ4GbVDctzfJBD-dMBLksN_U2EDQHSVCODHCN2RMJTfYbmqQXXhisOuePKX1W11aIgywJByMQ44/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C7399-338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675586620615344594" border="0" /></a><br />At a party a couple weeks ago, our hosts, who had invited a group of people who didn't all know each other, made us play a getting-to-know-you game, which involved writing answers to questions like "If you were a planet (adjective, famous person, book, etc), which one would you be?" A person's answers were read out anonymously and everyone had to guess who it was. To the question "If you were a season, which one would you be?" I was the only person who answered "autumn". When the host read it out, he said "oooh, this person is depressed!" Wide of the mark. I'm not depressed. Where I come from, autumn is a season of abundance, of bright colors, of beautiful light and crisp air.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44WiZxZeoTMvcvLnqbjRfLdM03bqtDZ3wIVXq6-aG1EncWfNRQ5n_bQMAQwMgpFZ2ZYg8yxEAP6J8PPVL0hdJGBL-jt61fIZloCyxGYAHThohKHPn8kBewgZV57oEmNIGdjDPmPtbR9Q/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C73955338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44WiZxZeoTMvcvLnqbjRfLdM03bqtDZ3wIVXq6-aG1EncWfNRQ5n_bQMAQwMgpFZ2ZYg8yxEAP6J8PPVL0hdJGBL-jt61fIZloCyxGYAHThohKHPn8kBewgZV57oEmNIGdjDPmPtbR9Q/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C73955338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675586439317219026" border="0" /></a><br />But having lived in Paris for five years now, I can see why the French find fall depressing. The days get short so quickly, and gray and rainy. Even on the few sunny days, the fall colors are somewhat limited: yellow and brown pretty much cover it. For the past couple of years, I've tried to take myself out of my apartment to enjoy what fall has to offer here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJn-6wmjVFRmszXHgHPe8VZSJCb3g0BrvA1M_O3CW6t3wUPAfn-3uz5knNCmA57KsHLtScyJJG-OxvEtYXiwUUgsuPj25ake9jsFGVnVp3-3zkzeXqyBaWGppYiTvK_gXHQzebMrdlhI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C77469338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJn-6wmjVFRmszXHgHPe8VZSJCb3g0BrvA1M_O3CW6t3wUPAfn-3uz5knNCmA57KsHLtScyJJG-OxvEtYXiwUUgsuPj25ake9jsFGVnVp3-3zkzeXqyBaWGppYiTvK_gXHQzebMrdlhI/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C77469338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675586283050943298" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/automne-et-une-tarte-pomme-poire-fall.html">Montmartre with its colorful climbing vines</a> is actually <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumn-more-proust-and-zucchini-feta.html">one of the prettiest places around</a>. Last year <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemade-chai-for-autumn.html">at the jardins de Luxembourg</a>, my sister and I appreciated the yellow and brown there, followed by warming homemade Chai. This year, I headed down the the Canal St. Martin to see the yellows reflected in the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RGWfyyfXlly57yOGQNgMGOM2KlRrss3Ue1DdjoirtLJ8ooX9DHa36PNlUBR2TjIHyA6Vx1D3Hk6vwLgGiSf29DBM3YdoWQh_MbFn4X2v_S3JyxySfAi4AtCSBQQ4VprY_YBp-GzsWlg/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253B9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C69573338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RGWfyyfXlly57yOGQNgMGOM2KlRrss3Ue1DdjoirtLJ8ooX9DHa36PNlUBR2TjIHyA6Vx1D3Hk6vwLgGiSf29DBM3YdoWQh_MbFn4X2v_S3JyxySfAi4AtCSBQQ4VprY_YBp-GzsWlg/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253B9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C69573338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675586107011239490" border="0" /></a><br />As the weather gets colder and the leaves (whatever their colors) fall off the trees for the winter, it's important to have warming food to come home to. This roast chicken with squash is simple to make and perfect for the season. You can make it with chicken breasts or thighs or a whole chicken. Whatever fits your tastes and budget. And to top it all off, it matches the colors of fall in Paris - which are not depressing at all if you only you look at them the right way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_IfP0jGhZhj98-xW9aKUADsCgKK5PKQ2qhG0fnnuUT_B4KgWRbFEWyBotD9ySfO80Hwm8QZb7p_-N10ZCWuZfXVSA2N9Vap0Bv5VC6diszkBf80U44DV5mBOxsmji9d-AgawRmC8lJo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B-9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C564659-338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_IfP0jGhZhj98-xW9aKUADsCgKK5PKQ2qhG0fnnuUT_B4KgWRbFEWyBotD9ySfO80Hwm8QZb7p_-N10ZCWuZfXVSA2N9Vap0Bv5VC6diszkBf80U44DV5mBOxsmji9d-AgawRmC8lJo/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B-9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C564659-338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675585378638471186" border="0" /></a><br />(serves 4)<br />1 whole chicken (or 4 chicken breasts, or 4 chicken thighs)<br />1 squash (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i used a </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">potimarron</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">, but butternut squash or pumpkin would work well too</span>)<br />1/2 cup olive oil<br />1 Tbsp dried sage (or 2 Tbsps fresh)<br />large pinch of sea salt<br />punch of black pepper<br />pinch of cayenne pepper<br />2 Tbsp brown sugar<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKMk2-zPtJTmPT3VOA0_fQY8ra2loh2Vige3RqtA-TOmHVXE89jJH9iPERON9sesB6_cJ7yy75KlOG4fixJCQg0p_cLqqsQ5jJEzW6Q-S4YNZ_wzWWgRuCzvZhpUd-1P4U7ZWK-uMByQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B-%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C5637%253B7%253B338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKMk2-zPtJTmPT3VOA0_fQY8ra2loh2Vige3RqtA-TOmHVXE89jJH9iPERON9sesB6_cJ7yy75KlOG4fixJCQg0p_cLqqsQ5jJEzW6Q-S4YNZ_wzWWgRuCzvZhpUd-1P4U7ZWK-uMByQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B-%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253C5637%253B7%253B338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675585857856871794" border="0" /></a><br />Preheat the oven to 375ºF/190ºC.<br /><br />Mix together the olive oil with the sage, salt, pepper and cayenne. Rub this mixture into the chicken on all sides and place chicken in the center of a baking pan. Add the brown sugar to the remaining oil mixture.<br /><br />Peel and cut the squash into cubes. (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Ok, this is the evil part of the recipe. Squash is hard to cut and peel. I suggest cutting it in half, scooping out the seeds - <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/roasted-pumpkin-seeds.html">you can save them and roast them</a> - putting the squash half cut side down so it is stable and using a sharp knife to peel it, cutting down towards the cutting board so as not to slice your fingers. Then cut it into cubes.</span>) Place the squash around the chicken in the baking pan and drizzle the rest of the olive oil mixture evenly on top of it.<br /><br />Bake for about 1 hour (or until the chicken is cooked), mixing the squash once or twice to keep it coated with the juices. Serve hot and enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI8xxhwU2Pf_roz624do1ZOAJALVWnXy9kX6BPIcxAY5iJD1zSDreUzI5pYiG0kWtnqbKRDWtGJT_Ex3m2UWRR2GqzKugbi80kJ7TJBk6JVFvpfekcEc7_dmjnjfiNeb3Yxb7CWXvJOA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253B8%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C77486338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI8xxhwU2Pf_roz624do1ZOAJALVWnXy9kX6BPIcxAY5iJD1zSDreUzI5pYiG0kWtnqbKRDWtGJT_Ex3m2UWRR2GqzKugbi80kJ7TJBk6JVFvpfekcEc7_dmjnjfiNeb3Yxb7CWXvJOA/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253B8%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B-%253C77486338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675585633388299666" border="0" /></a>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-12592076977039952462011-10-30T12:38:00.000+01:002011-10-30T12:40:08.879+01:00Berber Tea in the Atlas Mountains, Morocco<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeVFVHxlv-TSMpDCn5QXMJXI5UnScMzBq6mCbQL4sQH6Hc2h2KM-4cLKEFUoKGmGQZHUSLUSCYR1eBaQf2kHZ2EqhJenoycvW91L1bGD6T9hIc8EoVtlfeW8M7d1KXKuAUEjYvmRZRQs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B32%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253B578338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeVFVHxlv-TSMpDCn5QXMJXI5UnScMzBq6mCbQL4sQH6Hc2h2KM-4cLKEFUoKGmGQZHUSLUSCYR1eBaQf2kHZ2EqhJenoycvW91L1bGD6T9hIc8EoVtlfeW8M7d1KXKuAUEjYvmRZRQs/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B32%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253B578338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669246613188262338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Former palace and current Museum of Marrakesh</span></span><br /><br /></div>When Hurricane Irene hit the east coast of the US in August, the winds and rain kept my dad from being able to meet us at the family summer house and, as a result, I didn't get to see him at all during the <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/search/label/US%20Road%20Trip">(amazing summer road) trip</a>. He stayed at work and we had to <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/rockport-cape-ann-massachusetts.html">take our hurricane walks and drink our hurricane cocktails</a> without him. A sad state of affairs. Still, it meant that he had unused vacation days and a daughter to visit and that translated into a very happy state of affairs: a trip to Morocco last week with him, my mom and D!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nfKMG9pLT0JD8yNMNaZhyXrXf2Oud5SsNcvbGo3FjgjkYsn6X9kQwp2igekMsIChPnFa8oyapw-vAXAm0gqBLDd0Kr8NzAaHvqjz1yJ0WLOjrdvkr1zY8pbR_vG8ZZmhCn4U4YbhLKY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B35%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253B5-2338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nfKMG9pLT0JD8yNMNaZhyXrXf2Oud5SsNcvbGo3FjgjkYsn6X9kQwp2igekMsIChPnFa8oyapw-vAXAm0gqBLDd0Kr8NzAaHvqjz1yJ0WLOjrdvkr1zY8pbR_vG8ZZmhCn4U4YbhLKY/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B35%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253B5-2338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669246394171450194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Shop in the souk in Marrakesh</span></span><br /><br /></div>We spent two overwhelming days in Marrakesh taking in the new and different cultural codes, marveling at the stunning traditional architecture, getting lost in the souk, and learning to bargain for our purchases. Then, we left the city and spent three peaceful days in the Atlas Mountains doing a lot of nothing to the sound of braying donkeys and the calls to prayer from a mosque in one of the nearby Berber villages. I won't go into all my impressions of Morocco, which are varied and complex (coming from a Western culture, I found it difficult to reconcile with the visible inequality of men and women, and the vestiges of colonialism), but there were also some absolutely wonderful moments. The mountains are stunning, the highest peaks already covered with snow, and the Moroccan people we met were very welcoming.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GAX4jM5KIIe_35Xsv-XiXkI87lElMvFdfGOombOrMgytxe2FWqU7_1QTcwFeq7d1oZkjEtcm3jp4RTBTXKdgXUL-90Q3cZRm4Xt1MqCBlcIhV63fFRQ1Lzsfl-MAQc6XQGgSHKv-3HY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9--84%253C5338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GAX4jM5KIIe_35Xsv-XiXkI87lElMvFdfGOombOrMgytxe2FWqU7_1QTcwFeq7d1oZkjEtcm3jp4RTBTXKdgXUL-90Q3cZRm4Xt1MqCBlcIhV63fFRQ1Lzsfl-MAQc6XQGgSHKv-3HY/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C4%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9--84%253C5338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669246006967297074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Early morning in the Atlas Mountains</span></span><br /><br /></div>Our favorite part was a hike we took with a Berber guide, Mohamed, who took us to the local saffron fields, herb gardens and then, kindly, invited us over to his house. What was supposed to be a simple three-hour tour, turned into a five-hour plunge into the village culture and a lesson on how to make Berber tea!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27ISyxgbDcOENtXpEydljOAy3HbNLQQr9XwkIQ-boHjPUdbJ_94Zq29jHcLL5PGeKrAlMUd_wAXsu1JEmMsqDu1s0Zk__qucF4QJQux1lWZXSafdw47sE6AwR1zWRRfpcKTrGc0NZv74/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C3%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C589338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27ISyxgbDcOENtXpEydljOAy3HbNLQQr9XwkIQ-boHjPUdbJ_94Zq29jHcLL5PGeKrAlMUd_wAXsu1JEmMsqDu1s0Zk__qucF4QJQux1lWZXSafdw47sE6AwR1zWRRfpcKTrGc0NZv74/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C3%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C589338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669245193307291618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mohamed explained that in the Berber culture they do not name their animals. These ones are called "Mohamed's cow" and "Mohamed's chickens" because they belong to him.</span><br /></span></div><br />Unlike the traditional mint tea drunk all over Morocco, the Berber tea is filled with all kinds of fresh herbs, both a sign of hospitality and a medicinal drink, good for pretty much whatever ails you. I can't really give you the recipe (I don't think there's a fixed one, it seems to depend on what's on hand and personal taste), but here's what the tea ceremony was like:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H0l9Nz-sTQ_2ngnycCdOwrMfr1f0dNl0i8BTKwbdtfspfvlGnYZHVFICoC-6G0FbSpo8ne2xxnLFnvaSbkArLDR21ukh4qX8sqwEjmK19n0XBM6ANHf54x5-0nfj9hYDgFOx_RkIiCQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B32%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C575338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H0l9Nz-sTQ_2ngnycCdOwrMfr1f0dNl0i8BTKwbdtfspfvlGnYZHVFICoC-6G0FbSpo8ne2xxnLFnvaSbkArLDR21ukh4qX8sqwEjmK19n0XBM6ANHf54x5-0nfj9hYDgFOx_RkIiCQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B32%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C575338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669244810129577650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ingredients for Berber tea</span></span><br /><br /></div>Mohamed started by boiling the water on a small gas flame that he brought right into the room where we were sitting, and rinsing the teapot to heat it up. Then he added the tea (Mohamed called it "green tea", but the small dark beads didn't look like the Asian green tea we get here).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUc_KwUyC0KCS68rKE4r10X1lgzt-I9482wDObteh5VASbZwyzp1KcDchxIBoJFIWhQm17HeqTHLfyD8ehsvua97jatpmHZvY1D6sU8aO7WMPTb7CkfZ82JVH-RZdFJpbULm8M-TG73E/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C-%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C578338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUc_KwUyC0KCS68rKE4r10X1lgzt-I9482wDObteh5VASbZwyzp1KcDchxIBoJFIWhQm17HeqTHLfyD8ehsvua97jatpmHZvY1D6sU8aO7WMPTb7CkfZ82JVH-RZdFJpbULm8M-TG73E/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C-%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C578338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669244340018221602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mohamed rinsing the tea</span><br /><br /></span></div>He poured about a cup of water over the tea leaves, swished it around and poured the very light-colored liquid out into a glass. He repeated this process and the second time the liquid was dark and cloudy. He kept the first glass to pour back into the tea later and threw out the contents of the second glass.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdmYJD5a3CJC5LxF_dHFgQNztwMiBgfilUPUOJj-nvKuKtTeWLa958V-USQ6fNpMmeX3dAN1ZH6_iRakQFGC75EQK5r3IN6oNs16H9ohQzy_YmzEjpPGXE4oiG3lmvok712ZkRhv5Cls/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C-%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C579338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdmYJD5a3CJC5LxF_dHFgQNztwMiBgfilUPUOJj-nvKuKtTeWLa958V-USQ6fNpMmeX3dAN1ZH6_iRakQFGC75EQK5r3IN6oNs16H9ohQzy_YmzEjpPGXE4oiG3lmvok712ZkRhv5Cls/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C-%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C579338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669244126873614578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The tea back on the flame to boil</span></span><br /></div><br />Then he added seven different kinds of herbs to the teapot - wild mint, thyme, lemongrass, geranium, sage, verbena (which he added especially for my dad who said he loved it), and a hint of absinthe wormwood - and three or four huge clumps of sugar. He filled the teapot with boiling water and then put the teapot directly on the flame to bring it back to a boil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucQguhoYYPX1nyyEG2LvsXhlNOfcmJdXiqlUA8LSaCmMByRn2UBo93DjgispzFF_7At30b5HHwvsMI-vLojERMlGxfG7lDOcCSpo6Zl-3OPC2ooEN0a92LZFziWrhdi1g7DascWcbBGs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C584338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucQguhoYYPX1nyyEG2LvsXhlNOfcmJdXiqlUA8LSaCmMByRn2UBo93DjgispzFF_7At30b5HHwvsMI-vLojERMlGxfG7lDOcCSpo6Zl-3OPC2ooEN0a92LZFziWrhdi1g7DascWcbBGs/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9-9%253C584338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669243764988121090" border="0" /></a><br />Once it boiled, he served the tea, pouring the first three glasses back into the pot to make sure it was well-mixed, and then serving around in a circle starting to the right. He served the tea with Berber bread and homemade olive oil to dip it in, a wonderful taste of Berber hospitality!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdP_53nQBxMpErdrVjAhL4dYRUsmcZdsNo8aEsXElYC_tphsR__WF1A-jLURSXEkarGhMfGl0LxJIutNknUm5vIuJM9hYYcTX1zjyTboOSav250ndb4NLnKtLzz0vQZCmDaYb5-VTiEo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B39%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9--7688338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdP_53nQBxMpErdrVjAhL4dYRUsmcZdsNo8aEsXElYC_tphsR__WF1A-jLURSXEkarGhMfGl0LxJIutNknUm5vIuJM9hYYcTX1zjyTboOSav250ndb4NLnKtLzz0vQZCmDaYb5-VTiEo/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B39%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B9--7688338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669243422457515522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A door in Mohamed's village - known for its blacksmiths</span></span><br /></div>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-64586138634802100302011-10-11T14:20:00.005+02:002011-10-11T14:42:24.187+02:00Birthday Bouchées<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcr__imoe-zQIuFQQzyyxKLWGwAIMZk-YPHyZ-F9k31gn056vKE0WEC6vsMlgq9O_wCaV_SUWZVbVkQdQl8fEt-iYAGl5SEWVbx9TJEH-ABogh6R0APIP6dywQOs_C3-dRrnCt0FD8p4I/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B9969-338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcr__imoe-zQIuFQQzyyxKLWGwAIMZk-YPHyZ-F9k31gn056vKE0WEC6vsMlgq9O_wCaV_SUWZVbVkQdQl8fEt-iYAGl5SEWVbx9TJEH-ABogh6R0APIP6dywQOs_C3-dRrnCt0FD8p4I/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B9969-338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662213869341859458" border="0" /></a><br />Life is totally crazy right now, up early, to bed late and not a minute's rest in between most days. Even the weekend means running around. I long for a Sunday in pajamas with a good book in my hands or in front of some mind-numbing, silly television show.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabd0L-RHGmDhrrZfQ13BpDk1tD2oYLIDoZ6_Ffu-OZKE6KGK8yo6XAM62w5jjwymdUYETXyw_T59F_r3TKO7C8e2THLiL0HJWEKfExc8fJGbQjNavBLaBHksfPhZ9hjh0gQKWjsx6G9M/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B996-2338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabd0L-RHGmDhrrZfQ13BpDk1tD2oYLIDoZ6_Ffu-OZKE6KGK8yo6XAM62w5jjwymdUYETXyw_T59F_r3TKO7C8e2THLiL0HJWEKfExc8fJGbQjNavBLaBHksfPhZ9hjh0gQKWjsx6G9M/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C9%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B996-2338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662213788799043874" border="0" /></a><br />This weekend was my birthday and a friend and I had a joint birthday party. One of the best things about it was that we both love to cook and got to make only food we really love to eat. We stuck to finger food that people would be able to eat easily standing up and chatting, like these <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/playing-house-and-herb-and-chocolate.html">fancy cheese balls</a>, savory cakes like this <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2008/09/cake-au-thon-de-kiki.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">cake au thon,</span></a> made in little individual portions, sushi rolls, mini-sandwiches and lots of veggies and dip like my <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/sesame-free-hummus-and-tabouli.html">hummus</a> and <a href="http://croquecamille.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/bastille-day-picnic/">Camille's Bacon and Onion Dip</a>. People brought drinks but we also tried out this recipe for <a href="http://www.ellesnewenglandkitchen.com/blog/2011/7/26/white-tea-sangria-mighty-leaf-tea-giveaway.html?lastPage=true&postSubmitted=true">White Tea Sangria</a> from that amazing<a href="http://www.ellesnewenglandkitchen.com/"> Elle's New England Kitchen</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPx_xptbPCGzkBWH-v8lOt-9zjsF_hhuDL8PjJdu9Mj_7dN1ncTOns2oL49fpLpCK7V84T-kKLadCSQgLciXhnQl4Q4HKGEM8SfzK6aRW9u1Z8ML1UUHxvCJXdWc5eyJuoR0A0F2Q1NY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B996-4338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPx_xptbPCGzkBWH-v8lOt-9zjsF_hhuDL8PjJdu9Mj_7dN1ncTOns2oL49fpLpCK7V84T-kKLadCSQgLciXhnQl4Q4HKGEM8SfzK6aRW9u1Z8ML1UUHxvCJXdWc5eyJuoR0A0F2Q1NY/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B36%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B996-4338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662213664383333378" border="0" /></a><br />All and all a good time was had by all, except possibly the cats who hid under the bed the whole time. But they made up for it by being extra cute and affectionate for the rest of the weekend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIT5iWumTlp2yeQI6DsciE2vs4Mj83HbHOzBsU7nHKBfmJOyt87NBmdiS3kNbzrmMzIgmzMhn7OmaDdr7v3Z3DGUDMzmuwQMoBOdtaDA2cGfQzrHksJQldsgcW1-Pughpz0ICLsGY5XQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253C3%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B99697338nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIT5iWumTlp2yeQI6DsciE2vs4Mj83HbHOzBsU7nHKBfmJOyt87NBmdiS3kNbzrmMzIgmzMhn7OmaDdr7v3Z3DGUDMzmuwQMoBOdtaDA2cGfQzrHksJQldsgcW1-Pughpz0ICLsGY5XQ/s400/232323232%257Ffp-%253C3%253Enu%253D3238%253E%253B7-%253E258%253EWSNRCG%253D34%253B5%253B99697338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662213299975101954" border="0" /></a>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-52247505363373707332011-10-02T09:00:00.001+02:002011-10-02T09:00:07.565+02:00Jamie Oliver and some Seriously Good Grilled Zucchini Salad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTA-LyG0YndQ_bmr9HLY-SBTn-EWBTbGE2HrzcJu_7D0meZ9rM9eQIT6xPH4YwGqzVv1kDagRka5VUgOKFYoZ2yP6KZrlJfEyodB-MRUOxJWZQYrpSD0xNl2W3elPP513aMkI4Xdio18/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTA-LyG0YndQ_bmr9HLY-SBTn-EWBTbGE2HrzcJu_7D0meZ9rM9eQIT6xPH4YwGqzVv1kDagRka5VUgOKFYoZ2yP6KZrlJfEyodB-MRUOxJWZQYrpSD0xNl2W3elPP513aMkI4Xdio18/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656365886141623362" border="0" /></a><br />I'm going to be honest and I say I was against Jamie Oliver at the start. It's like when the new girl shows up in school and she's popular and pretty and gets good grades AND plays sports, and on top of that she's nice and has an adorable British accent and everyone loves her. You just have to dislike her on principle. Until she wins you over with her perfect niceness too. Okay, this is not exactly like that. Jamie Oliver is not a girl. He's not new on the scene. And he didn't win me over with his niceness. But you get the idea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF_RWAGPc828IrRjhHmQV9JRhr8OGry7Sju5RMdYnrIlQPmGPoE8DQxIK0LDiEqG7Lo8AQ4wrwjmYbwDsCgyYFaB9G5bvDI59hk5GARH-aKK_XzG63DuzOGB4HP43FiB1tvYjYH8wDe4/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF_RWAGPc828IrRjhHmQV9JRhr8OGry7Sju5RMdYnrIlQPmGPoE8DQxIK0LDiEqG7Lo8AQ4wrwjmYbwDsCgyYFaB9G5bvDI59hk5GARH-aKK_XzG63DuzOGB4HP43FiB1tvYjYH8wDe4/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656365782624356418" border="0" /></a><br />For our wedding, one of the families I babysit for, gave us this book full of tantalizing recipes. Everything looked so good that at first it just served to aggravate my jealous dislike, so what changed my mind? Zucchini. Zucchini did it. Every fall, I scramble to find ways to use up zucchini, and while I've certainly found some good ones, like this <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumn-more-proust-and-zucchini-feta.html">Zucchini-Feta Tart</a> or this <a href="http://hopieskitchen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-home-sunday-night-from-la-creuse.html">Garam-Masala Salmon with Zucchini</a>, anyone who can get me to actually ENJOY zucchini after the insane amounts of it my CSA foists on me in the fall, is definitely worth a second chance. Besides, I read my classics and I know that it's not good to hold on to prejudice forever. If Lizzy did, where would she and Mr. Darcy be? Not nearly as happy or as well-loved by generations of readers that's where. Not that I'm comparing Jamie Oliver to Mr. Darcy or anything. Oh dear, this is getting out of hand.<br /><br />I guess what I'm saying is, this salad is delicious. Absolutely delicious. Worth it if you like zucchini. Worth it if you're totally sick of zucchini. Worth it if you want to be in vogue and also if you'd do anything to avoid such a fate. You can make this a bunch of different ways with different accompaniments. This is one version I made and loved.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW26KpxVeg1Df6I7gf5J1CD17HIAUeCKcgqdP5qK1-_cUtl7Z53qBhRnQxdi8xIyPdTU8xpaCD_C8lMWVRAiZG_mmFtRtCIbPVbThhCx0V9r-gMq-WkVVAznN2p04Askm5n8xzi_-Ct0o/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW26KpxVeg1Df6I7gf5J1CD17HIAUeCKcgqdP5qK1-_cUtl7Z53qBhRnQxdi8xIyPdTU8xpaCD_C8lMWVRAiZG_mmFtRtCIbPVbThhCx0V9r-gMq-WkVVAznN2p04Askm5n8xzi_-Ct0o/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656365347534543538" border="0" /></a><br />3-4 zucchinis (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">depending on the size</span>)<br />1/4-1/2 lemon<br />1/4 cup olive oil<br />1 small garlic clove<br />1 bunch mint<br />1 cup creamy goat cheese (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I used Petit Billy</span>)<br />sea salt, pepper<br /><br />Slice the zucchini as thin as possible. Cook the slices on a hot grill or barbecue. (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I don't have one so I do this in my oven on the boiler setting, but as a result they come out softer and less crunchy I think than Jamie intended. Still good though.</span>) In the meantime, roughly chop the mint and set aside. Make up a sauce by squeezing the lemon to taste into the olive oil. Press the clove of garlic in a garlic press and add to sauce. When the zucchini starts to brown, serve onto plates. Put a dollop of goat cheese in the middle of each serving. Liberally, sprinkle with mint, and spoon the sauce over. Salt and pepper to taste and serve warm.Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-67459260065141957112011-09-25T16:44:00.010+02:002011-09-25T17:36:05.343+02:00Blackcurrant Yogurt Dessert for La Rentrée<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWASu6YjmavgZAF_E_MsmCJIjgmE9gnxXoucSnGi8xY-Wa9GYcgArpBybMXxIZsiIpvfiezYHxfhN4waLjOkDpC9isa73Qts7KojIu_aQ6gGi9r5LAeKb8j75sBBSbyZ1X8Ip-obAFhM/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWASu6YjmavgZAF_E_MsmCJIjgmE9gnxXoucSnGi8xY-Wa9GYcgArpBybMXxIZsiIpvfiezYHxfhN4waLjOkDpC9isa73Qts7KojIu_aQ6gGi9r5LAeKb8j75sBBSbyZ1X8Ip-obAFhM/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656321082092003282" border="0" /></a><br />I can't believe I've been this lax in my status as American blogging in Paris, but apparently, in my 4 years of blogging, I have not yet once posted about the cultural phenomenon that is <span style="font-style: italic;">la rentrée</span>. For those of you who have never lived in France, the most similar thing we have in the US, is back-to-school time. However, that excitement is usual reserved for people who are still pursuing their studies, or have children who are. In France, pretty much the whole country goes on vacation in August and comes back again at the beginning of September. Even the people who stay, are resigned to the fact, that all usual activities (meetings, workshops, the theater season, even some church services, etc.) are suspended in the last month of summer. Some local businesses close (our <span style="font-style: italic;">boulangerie</span> for example) until the new school year starts again in the fall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3oPu9Lsp_7mKxGaI0A8Zhl13I-SLA9YNQgLXMEHGViuO-fQw1y25_mbpS1IUDeZoYPdxV4V3ZLO2yICxYZjr88n3kHNPfxajp_72N2VFDFDseErgVHQATuxijixklOSL9j1_dJCAGJg/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3oPu9Lsp_7mKxGaI0A8Zhl13I-SLA9YNQgLXMEHGViuO-fQw1y25_mbpS1IUDeZoYPdxV4V3ZLO2yICxYZjr88n3kHNPfxajp_72N2VFDFDseErgVHQATuxijixklOSL9j1_dJCAGJg/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656320980246787474" border="0" /></a><br />This <span style="font-style: italic;">rentrée</span> has been particularly busy, coming with new contacts, new projects, new responsibilities, new work opportunities and also quite a deal of uncertainty as to how this is all going to pan out and/or fit into one schedule. And I find that when life seems to be rushing by in a whirlwind of activity, it's important to enjoy all the small things along the way. This month, for example, I very much enjoyed the gorgeous moonrises outside my window in evening, especially at the full moon. And the way the cats get all curled up and settled in for Sunday afternoons, showing brotherly love much better than most of our priests and pastors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXbEs3qCLYb5K5juk_e8VBTWfdNU2_owDtR1ctL39gOZqGHP4vPhXJ5lKNex3UD94pDrzFHhzR2JnUCYBRja1g78CeyLL1vsxlIOJEPb893DFwKJUoMRxMD9PbxuYtE_7yGceykw6EcY/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXbEs3qCLYb5K5juk_e8VBTWfdNU2_owDtR1ctL39gOZqGHP4vPhXJ5lKNex3UD94pDrzFHhzR2JnUCYBRja1g78CeyLL1vsxlIOJEPb893DFwKJUoMRxMD9PbxuYtE_7yGceykw6EcY/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656320562987686370" border="0" /></a><br />Luckily in food, something doesn't have to be complicated, or take a long time to prepare to be good. When we had friends over for dinner last night, D. whipped up this delicious dessert from one of Jamie Olivier's amazing cookbooks. For those still-warm or just-cool evenings, something light and delicious that remembers summer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-F1bF_rOPb2TxUzSoEfVTTlU4lYLFaeR8DxEzZlOwxIX4CC9ogYz1anQLfBcwN736IL6xsoE0gmMb9sRhdUQDxbQDT7U3SAS7ey5XObzouK20lnfHZiqnp4LYB9GXZr2xcn5QnTrmCfo/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-F1bF_rOPb2TxUzSoEfVTTlU4lYLFaeR8DxEzZlOwxIX4CC9ogYz1anQLfBcwN736IL6xsoE0gmMb9sRhdUQDxbQDT7U3SAS7ey5XObzouK20lnfHZiqnp4LYB9GXZr2xcn5QnTrmCfo/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656319892301553266" border="0" /></a><br />For 4 people<br /><br />4 individual portions of yogurt (a nice thick plain yogurt, like Greek yogurt is best)<br />4 Tbsp blackcurrant jam<br />8 Tbsp blackcurrant liqueur (crème de cassis)<br />4 sprigs of mint<br /><br />Put one yogurt in each serving cup or bowl (or if you buy it bulk, mostly fill each serving cup/bowl with yogurt). Spread one Tbsp of jam and pour 2 Tbsp of liqueur over each serving. Garnish with springs of mint and serve (or refrigerate to serve later).Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-10568436168036109612011-09-10T10:36:00.010+02:002011-09-10T12:06:52.911+02:00Back in the City and Wild Mushroom Soup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QDL7HcEACdpGmbLI7MnliyWYLh3XaRrumRkpAlnafHQNzXB-1kUIXE7rc1plzTGuJfeqv2UBGQnWzS5chC4EBKEWiglBrP_ySL8rRxjCcYptIz92whQB7Yx27_lvZzQWIxBqCTbmYhs/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QDL7HcEACdpGmbLI7MnliyWYLh3XaRrumRkpAlnafHQNzXB-1kUIXE7rc1plzTGuJfeqv2UBGQnWzS5chC4EBKEWiglBrP_ySL8rRxjCcYptIz92whQB7Yx27_lvZzQWIxBqCTbmYhs/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650669150160817794" border="0" /></a><br />After the exciting travels of summer vacation, coming back to the city feels a little small (and very smelly). Still, there's another kind of excitement I've always felt when starting over again in the fall. It's the excitement of new notebooks, back-to-school clothes, rows of sharpened pencils and crisp new textbooks that haven't yet driven me crazy. And even though I'm not in school anymore, I always feel a sense of newness in the fall. The theater season starts again, bringing with it new projects, new plays to see, new workshops. People come back from summer vacation. The markets are filling up with fall foods.<br /><br />Not mention fall brings both D's birthday and mine. Today is D's and since we'll be with friends tonight, I made a special birthday dinner last night to celebrate together. One drawback of being in a couple is that there are certain foods you almost never get to eat because your partner doesn't like them. For me, those foods include spinach, fresh ginger, and anything with wasabi; for D. it's mushrooms. I don't like mushrooms. I appreciate the flavor, but I can't stand the texture and don't have much experience cooking with them. But of course, for D's birthday, I knew mushrooms would be involved.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGbNB-AdTC1N5r1dRPo0qScLsPHmtkisTdCo-9nrle4SGDHbreG6hkN2jScaii6ZzC51xbn7Mr_zoBw3bj4l1jwp11sEt7mRgXcgV71qZbwQWJAr9nOjU1f7A1w5YyJmerm6sfBo9gss/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGbNB-AdTC1N5r1dRPo0qScLsPHmtkisTdCo-9nrle4SGDHbreG6hkN2jScaii6ZzC51xbn7Mr_zoBw3bj4l1jwp11sEt7mRgXcgV71qZbwQWJAr9nOjU1f7A1w5YyJmerm6sfBo9gss/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650669028950851666" border="0" /></a><br />I looked at a couple different wild mushroom soup recipes to come up with this one. Most helpful was Jaime Oliver's <a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/vegetarian-recipes/the-real-mushroom-soup">The Real Mushroom Soup</a>, and I give full credit to him for the lemon zest garnish that really makes this dish special.<br /><br />(for 4 people)<br /><br />2 Tbsp olive oil<br />about 600g (21oz) of mixed wild mushrooms (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I put in girolles, oyster mushrooms, trompettes de la mort and then some regular cultivated mushrooms because buying wild mushrooms is expensive! You can mix whatever you like best.</span>)<br />2 cloves of garlic, peeled and minced<br />3 shallots, peeled and chopped<br />1 tsp dried thyme<br />1 tsp dried sage (<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">if you have fresh herbs, even better!</span>)<br />4 cups chicken or vegetable stock<br /><br />heavy cream<br />1 lemon<br />sea salt<br />fresh ground pepper<br /><br />Heat the olive oil in a large saucepan. When hot, pour in the mushrooms and stir for 1 or 2 minutes. Add garlic, shallots, thyme and sage. The mushrooms will start to give off liquid. Simmer, stirring until the liquid is mostly evaporated. At this point, you might want to reserve a couple tablespoons of the mushroom mix for garnish.<br /><br />Add stock and season to taste. Bring to a boil and simmer for about 20 minutes. Blend the soup in batches, or directly in the pot with a stick blender.<br /><br />For the garnish: Mix together the zest of 1 lemon with the juice of 1/2 a lemon, a pinch of sea salt and a couple grinds of pepper. When you serve the soup, spoon a little bit of this mixture in the middle of each bowl, place some of the reserved wild mushrooms prettily on top (I'm still working on the "prettily" part, but I'm sure you'll do better) and pour on a tablespoon or so of heavy cream to taste. Enjoy!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-62659959698888246612011-09-07T18:27:00.000+02:002011-09-07T18:30:22.614+02:00America the BeautifulNow that I'm back in Paris, I'm trying to fully appreciate the scope of all the amazing things we saw on this trip and still overwhelmed! I never really related to patriotic songs before, but I have to say, despite its failings, I come from a very beautiful country. Our National Parks Pass was entitled America the Beautiful after the poem/song by Katherine Lee Bates. I really never thought I'd be quoting it, but turns out to be a not inaccurate resume of our trip (it's just missing a bit about geothermic areas - or perhaps a whole separate song about Yellowstone - so here's a pic of that to start us off).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQFyxvm3UUWCVh1EuzivDCAzwuTUYTEevJhMS-PGrWABO5idrUslM6zvsb5xDZEiYAoV34byU6W40ZqFKuE9-CU27_iKV1W4SJwQYvt7AXhZAXMEJco3dSTINlTknKqjCocj6blqvw-M/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQFyxvm3UUWCVh1EuzivDCAzwuTUYTEevJhMS-PGrWABO5idrUslM6zvsb5xDZEiYAoV34byU6W40ZqFKuE9-CU27_iKV1W4SJwQYvt7AXhZAXMEJco3dSTINlTknKqjCocj6blqvw-M/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649654894944755458" border="0" /></a><br />Oh beautiful for spacious skies<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0hqVNgafblUPyzyg5sl09VN4Q3x7zCP69r3HEUNy3UZknP6c0mQgi14gE4xqzX-xnEOhwY-2zmZNSLGepEkzOLtIFwLJWhqPiOZKwGcIQHQ8eyoy-JE_jDxYCxhTJq_FuU33S5rLHJk/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0hqVNgafblUPyzyg5sl09VN4Q3x7zCP69r3HEUNy3UZknP6c0mQgi14gE4xqzX-xnEOhwY-2zmZNSLGepEkzOLtIFwLJWhqPiOZKwGcIQHQ8eyoy-JE_jDxYCxhTJq_FuU33S5rLHJk/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649653894544469410" border="0" /></a><br />For amber waves of grain<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmliLGpPcMYGZbhIlqlADAnd4jzGb6WL1zHcfE2YfD0eq-GoQW3SvrsnuLOCemKA4M_39hLWNjf8240p91Kc5G2BDa4eZ4T8ZKaVGqLeFn9cJ6w4e_mJwIkQivBa7NV7YXp2Soh4RZK4/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmliLGpPcMYGZbhIlqlADAnd4jzGb6WL1zHcfE2YfD0eq-GoQW3SvrsnuLOCemKA4M_39hLWNjf8240p91Kc5G2BDa4eZ4T8ZKaVGqLeFn9cJ6w4e_mJwIkQivBa7NV7YXp2Soh4RZK4/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649647204891558802" border="0" /></a><br />For purple mountains majesties<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJX0kEy_M1Z86J0-HskmcGayhOmIor-dGGuwxehuN2q6ya6q-q35Amjq96zDUgb1p86S7kuHtEfF2SeS13JQImvRJiSNA5KQnMm4ZOgYwXHCY3BYtS-75YH1NO6w45CF0K0rRP0n5mF0/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJX0kEy_M1Z86J0-HskmcGayhOmIor-dGGuwxehuN2q6ya6q-q35Amjq96zDUgb1p86S7kuHtEfF2SeS13JQImvRJiSNA5KQnMm4ZOgYwXHCY3BYtS-75YH1NO6w45CF0K0rRP0n5mF0/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649646932869782498" border="0" /></a><br />Above the fruited plains (what fruited plains? She either made this up, or I just spent too much time in Death Valley. Have you all seen fruited plains?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsm8XcIROy6h4uXPqBe2_kVKluajDuXQrDj8HtGbGSItAS4so6U8d0ZVexSeaaP3JVm0rVqDhY1sAH5PSuQVVvgjNuGf6QBksJ4PO2anru18CMw7neKtAD_tv5tiYAIFN9DbvDECoGDY/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsm8XcIROy6h4uXPqBe2_kVKluajDuXQrDj8HtGbGSItAS4so6U8d0ZVexSeaaP3JVm0rVqDhY1sAH5PSuQVVvgjNuGf6QBksJ4PO2anru18CMw7neKtAD_tv5tiYAIFN9DbvDECoGDY/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649645415428102066" border="0" /></a><br />America<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg781JHX6PcLS4bFtLyF9gv55fd81ntG-eALHx6y3JY1cyO-jUHUaZl9sMB0h2Py6fxXOAkaJaJ65doznxeMit8FZiYjl-tA0Vzu1NiO_MEn-FhMDnNqk0MUA9FcimgLBpyKVK8b6PShv0/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg781JHX6PcLS4bFtLyF9gv55fd81ntG-eALHx6y3JY1cyO-jUHUaZl9sMB0h2Py6fxXOAkaJaJ65doznxeMit8FZiYjl-tA0Vzu1NiO_MEn-FhMDnNqk0MUA9FcimgLBpyKVK8b6PShv0/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649653581876572642" border="0" /></a> America<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrTnccp4v1sypb6Gm4lxZZ3vWBA-UI3EGtjYRSOrrupoaOEXDXlkspu8Cu5vc5hDzgErDS51sFylm4DVluZ1cvU_VNDMZWdtcMJPIxomqywK4-Zokvg_8uJnPi61qwuziPCH_Et2hXD0/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrTnccp4v1sypb6Gm4lxZZ3vWBA-UI3EGtjYRSOrrupoaOEXDXlkspu8Cu5vc5hDzgErDS51sFylm4DVluZ1cvU_VNDMZWdtcMJPIxomqywK4-Zokvg_8uJnPi61qwuziPCH_Et2hXD0/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649644274434279122" border="0" /></a><br />God shed his grace on thee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AwWL9jokDAo61iVsG8168SBbtIHyagwmotpxLoWIWgIolECItfDsSfm8_vh7IMCewM9IQaGnScSXwR2_EVT21r_TVVh0nflDKBR2y-3DcWUb7vCxNiR04ZJg8b3lYPUsc1Ps0RGn5Ko/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AwWL9jokDAo61iVsG8168SBbtIHyagwmotpxLoWIWgIolECItfDsSfm8_vh7IMCewM9IQaGnScSXwR2_EVT21r_TVVh0nflDKBR2y-3DcWUb7vCxNiR04ZJg8b3lYPUsc1Ps0RGn5Ko/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649644138430973378" border="0" /></a><br />And crown thy good with brotherhood<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8Pn4Leb1n-xO1sCY1422OV2pcwWdgiy1xwAvj_i7fkOrq7twMPLCm7ebeyWxYFahOjdkG3_ZGIxqmHBUlGbXXGb7brekAJW_rCXFqXoYBGwIoFRORfK0GKPI3rwyzQ3Dx8LHKKQuHS4/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8Pn4Leb1n-xO1sCY1422OV2pcwWdgiy1xwAvj_i7fkOrq7twMPLCm7ebeyWxYFahOjdkG3_ZGIxqmHBUlGbXXGb7brekAJW_rCXFqXoYBGwIoFRORfK0GKPI3rwyzQ3Dx8LHKKQuHS4/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649643750832495762" border="0" /></a><br />From sea (here the Pacific)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AM5ZVE3ke-PTiYvTuT7-1j2-BrAWePV6-YfBczvKXqNlggOrn4okGv6KTnN4Cp7gVoqIYVvaC_73Aox0Wln6rQ5-_fwbef6DCFR0j-qmHO8DtYq7Ys5USTTIYO8PbahST_n-dDchs88/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AM5ZVE3ke-PTiYvTuT7-1j2-BrAWePV6-YfBczvKXqNlggOrn4okGv6KTnN4Cp7gVoqIYVvaC_73Aox0Wln6rQ5-_fwbef6DCFR0j-qmHO8DtYq7Ys5USTTIYO8PbahST_n-dDchs88/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649574193423821090" border="0" /></a><br />To shining sea (and here the Atlantic)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiPq_UmBDzxACqW1kqocSSXZTSRybcluG_eOBlFAeWoDxRY2YBO2qq2RKaU1Qv1qDjxeP9sRWQhq9s3fCsRU058Ga-PXm3pS6mq76zIKH9OptA49edHM_n1EHl5T6ZLEePaQNv3Exat0/s1600/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiPq_UmBDzxACqW1kqocSSXZTSRybcluG_eOBlFAeWoDxRY2YBO2qq2RKaU1Qv1qDjxeP9sRWQhq9s3fCsRU058Ga-PXm3pS6mq76zIKH9OptA49edHM_n1EHl5T6ZLEePaQNv3Exat0/s400/of%253D50%252C480%252C360-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649651366566883634" border="0" /></a><br />Hope you enjoyed following the trip! Back to our regularly scheduled program as soon as the jetlag wears off and I start actually cooking again!Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-74604298880283199382011-08-29T00:10:00.007+02:002011-08-29T00:23:25.196+02:00Rockport, Cape Ann, Massachusetts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVW5zHvTwek_9pX50YZcnCe5QevXWl2cGTVcBHeNo4Of_T3tRgLjxKATrf59KjrcHrXJdj3YY9tUIGrMqj0yk3Pu8VvYO6CLFi5-TJklN_o3egHjNfqPG5l8x6y7Bsksm5QrcuTTCe5Q/s1600/P1060927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVW5zHvTwek_9pX50YZcnCe5QevXWl2cGTVcBHeNo4Of_T3tRgLjxKATrf59KjrcHrXJdj3YY9tUIGrMqj0yk3Pu8VvYO6CLFi5-TJklN_o3egHjNfqPG5l8x6y7Bsksm5QrcuTTCe5Q/s400/P1060927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646033606665513970" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Back "home" with the family. The hurricane has done its worst in these parts (some flooding and impressive ocean fireworks mostly) but with the stay-at-home advisory and 50 mile an hour winds, nothing to do here but toast our safety with vodka cocktails (vodka, pomegranate or peach juice, and a squeeze of lemon) and watch old movies.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">A nouveau dans la maison familiale. Pour nous, le plus gros de l'ouragan est passé (des inondations et des vagues sacrément impressionnantes), mais vu que le gouvernement veut qu'on reste chez nous et que le vent souffle encore très fort, il n'y a rien à faire à part trinquer à notre santé avec des cocktails et regarder des vieux films. </span></div><div>
<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqAAqBYKdklPWDDB8Qo7LltlSn1boZxmNH1Qz_RzS5RuwBdLpVjKMOvRbEkXYi68rfjjBr-4yqvArQUZ1LVSXsPiNCpc04W8fa4T5tc1a3ikuBfogJ0Vm86qrzHSRVBUDfI1j_cpm_Sw/s400/P1060911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646033386494882674" /></div>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-33835663101604062012011-08-28T17:10:00.005+02:002011-08-28T17:21:49.799+02:00My Sister's House, Burlington, VT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFS9TD7fgq1O2dbrGmLM-yK-MkPL4bqnWDhjwBaf5aQlcGclell-jzculJCc0mvF36zqTjOfg5rhZYOsmakBYSMXNke6NSA7ZuqZDRZKkjdlwhxeWc9k7oas5KERXAkRplK2JvpRfX9g/s1600/P1060838.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFS9TD7fgq1O2dbrGmLM-yK-MkPL4bqnWDhjwBaf5aQlcGclell-jzculJCc0mvF36zqTjOfg5rhZYOsmakBYSMXNke6NSA7ZuqZDRZKkjdlwhxeWc9k7oas5KERXAkRplK2JvpRfX9g/s400/P1060838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645926598762620098" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: left;">I have been posting only one picture per stop, but I did promise one of my niece, and my sister made such a delicious breakfast for us that can't help but share. Everything on this plate is grown or made in VT and some of it (the herbs, fresh cayenne in the potatoes) was grown by my sister.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Jusqu'ici je n'ai posté qu'une photo par endroit, mais je vous ai promis un portrait de ma nièce, et ma soeur nous a fait un petit-déjeuner tellement délicieux que cela méritait une photo aussi. Tous les ingrédients de ce repas viennent du Vermont et certains (les herbes et le piment dans les patates) viennent du jardin de ma soeur.</span></div><div>
<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNbWqQiN3O1XLg-aG97wymKm22mv5H8iJxpOuKT71gsha5N-ePzRdqOhXWGsDJk9yKlv6nE6QbcufpFnhGI5-buAckltjdbU4STSn0H1WaJRIHrz2MBWjrB_qTCf3_oZ6AvIeX7kW2us/s400/P1060856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645925907249053826" />Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-68720566229473585972011-08-27T14:41:00.003+02:002011-08-27T14:49:44.201+02:00Downtown, Burlington, VT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c6YaHiEov9VqAtdaVJPgmzaqOzLyK6JFPLyK76bfPQmXs81Ycd8L2JOrGVnLTNL-nnu8XE_P7ftdCFJPNq9232x3vjFZcQibsaUwuTKa54eaeayPEWeXWZKeYRkfxHO6NlpjHsYq3hE/s1600/P1060811.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c6YaHiEov9VqAtdaVJPgmzaqOzLyK6JFPLyK76bfPQmXs81Ycd8L2JOrGVnLTNL-nnu8XE_P7ftdCFJPNq9232x3vjFZcQibsaUwuTKa54eaeayPEWeXWZKeYRkfxHO6NlpjHsYq3hE/s400/P1060811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645515298581185602" /></a>
<br />We're here visiting my sister and her family (pictures of my adorable niece if I can ever get her to stop running around long enough to take one), but that doesn't mean we can't act like tourists, eat Ben & Jerry's at dinner time and walk down to Lake Champlain to watch the sun come down.<div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Nous sommes ici surtout pour rendre visite à ma soeur et sa famille (je posterai une photo de mon adorable nièce si elle veut bien rester en place assez longtemps pour que j'en prenne une). Nous profitons quand même de notre statut de touristes en allant à Ben & Jerry's (qui a été créé ici) et en amenant nos glaces près du lac Champlain pour regarder le coucher de soleil. </span></div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dgTgmtndgLdqmk80sCrHERttTHfeiINvVC9vPDTex8OL9YCXNhN_0TBINrohYz9cTBLn_6C5xW8Q_dgWXZxXv-D1gUg8ol5OGCPQcJeYdWqFg_X4zAG_Flj0vF3Gw_W-aDzIZv9nn6g/s1600/P1060819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dgTgmtndgLdqmk80sCrHERttTHfeiINvVC9vPDTex8OL9YCXNhN_0TBINrohYz9cTBLn_6C5xW8Q_dgWXZxXv-D1gUg8ol5OGCPQcJeYdWqFg_X4zAG_Flj0vF3Gw_W-aDzIZv9nn6g/s400/P1060819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645515148390866226" /></a></div>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368979615362574679.post-42029154087122111242011-08-25T02:41:00.004+02:002011-08-25T02:59:11.235+02:00Lakeview and River North, Chicago, Illinois<b>August 23 - 7:30pm CST (Central Standard Time)</b><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAG22muun3jPrVx5ruXniGN6msx4o2gBghZC9mg47B5iiOw9tcTbeuPB1eTJTzeAY-R35dpqOcS6SrWtXn5ciXFrOlc4C4XHnFMSsBgfV-IlSs7Phi9808VPzTvKPkP-5nZH7y6tuxptM/s1600/P1060783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAG22muun3jPrVx5ruXniGN6msx4o2gBghZC9mg47B5iiOw9tcTbeuPB1eTJTzeAY-R35dpqOcS6SrWtXn5ciXFrOlc4C4XHnFMSsBgfV-IlSs7Phi9808VPzTvKPkP-5nZH7y6tuxptM/s400/P1060783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644588433147514482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even ones own relations. </i></div><div>
<br /><div style="text-align: left;">My friend Claire knows me well because one of the first things she suggested doing when we arrived to visit her in Chicago was to go to the Wilde pub, an Irish pub where the walls and menus are decorated with Oscar Wilde quotes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Après un bon dîner, on peut pardonner à n'importe qui, même à sa famille.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">
<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Ma copine Claire doit très bien me connaître car une des choses qu'elle avait planifié pour notre visite à Chicago était de nous amener au pub Wilde où les murs et les menus sont décorer de citations d'Oscar Wilde.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55QObzO11Ep46KWwJVTM3DUHSzF1EXo4dllV0qE5547-TgDu4Oo2r5BhaCY3ueF6DpdiVI_pQoFJ28OIwpUCjVnkX1y4DIP-LP_vWpuuc2zJaFwheGvQlSU7DdJ3GxCzX8nmsdH3eH0I/s400/P1060776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644588087114766162" /></div></div></div>Hopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13753084404615138779noreply@blogger.com0