Dear God... I can never unsee this. What that woman did to perfectly innocent food in the name of "gastronomy" was a crime. Hacking away with dull knives, boiling a single sweet potato for an hour to serve it with no butter or seasoning as a garnish -- it was appalling. But I just about tit myself when she said she was doing something "in the French way". Apologize to France witch!!!
Again, high summer in the heart of greenest France.
Food. All beige. Sweet potato, honorary beige. If not beige enough, pour leftover balsamic cream over all.
Here's what you can buy to eat in August in France.
Whether youâre lucky enough to be browsing the markets in France or simply want to recreate a taste of the Hexagon chez vous, hereâs whatâs hot in August!
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Was the burned eggplant millefeuille the starter? Or you could have Mirabelle plums.
Chilled Jewish plum soup, with lemon verbena and creme fraiche.
Bavette steak poorly cooked or fresh mackerel, baked with mustard/honey/garlic/crumbs and served cool. On a plate of fresh grape leaves, perhaps, garnished with Charantais melon slices.
One gigantic sweet potato, you could have cooked in 10 minutes if you cut it up. Or zucchini sticks, deep fried in the cool of the morning and served hot later with cream, basil, garlic, parm, pasta (fusilli for the sauce-catchment win!).
Fresh green bean salad. No en-beigement with balsamic, please. Cis-
Ottolenghi style: Sizzle thin garlic slices, capers, cumin and coriander seeds in hot olive oil, pour over cooked beans, add 2 t lemon zest. Lots of nice fresh parsley, in season now.
Moar plums.
Latvian plum and almond cake. Underneath, a pool of
rosemary plum sauce.
I donât know what deal you signed with the devil, but the one I signed is as follows. For every dirty/STD pussy joke, I get to post 10 recipes. For every 20 mean anal sex/cocksucker jokes, my Suds Sisters get to make 40 dish and laundry detergent posts. Sounds fair to me. Verweile doch, du bist so schön. <ââ German for read the room.
A classic essay on how to be funny while being offensive, by the late, wonderful, Undercover Black Man:
On his blog, he called himself the Undercover Black Man, because, well, for most folks, "black" wasn't the first word that came to mind when they first saw David Mills. (Never mind his intense, abiding love for all things P-funk.) Still, in many ways, it was an apt moniker: When it came to his...
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