Yesterday I bought some absolutely delicious strawberries. Besides just eating them straight from the plastic container, I began thinking of different combinations of strawberries — strawberries and ice cream, strawberries and pound cake, strawberries and cream. This recipe satisfies all those strawberry cravings.
Ratatouille, the movie about a French rat with a dream to be a chef, debuted in 2007. I watched the movie then, but was so immersed in my business than I failed to give it my full attention. I am so sorry that I did that. This past weekend I watched it three times. It is amazing! The attention to detail is incredible.
In the Deep South Easter meant new clothes, Easter eggs, “Up from the Grave He Arose” and a large lunch after church with my grandparents. I listened to the teachings in Sunday School of Jesus being crucified and rising on Easter Sunday. I guess I thought that everyone around the world marked the occasion known as “Easter” just as I did.
Cookbooks have been written for myriad reasons. The earliest cookbooks were records of foods prepared so that other people could re-create dishes. Some cookbooks are vanity books — pure and simple. Other cookbooks are loving and earnest compilations of recipes to raise monies for one deserving cause or another.
Most of us remember from high school World History that about 10,000 French immigrated to the maritime provinces of Canada in the 17th century. Here they made a life for about 100 years. Then the British forced the Acadians to leave Canada.
Back in the day when I was a restaurateur, for several years I had a weekly feature called “On the Road.” It was a three-course, fixed-price menu that featured a theme. The themes ranged from old restaurants, great chefs I've admired, cuisines of different places and then just things I read about.
After World War II, Elizabeth David, a formidable presence in British food circles, chronicled foods in post-war England, France and Italy. To the astonishment of the Brits, she reported that the poorest peasants in France and Italy dined more deliciously and well than the middle-class Englishman.