Greetings from deepest Knightsbridge.. where weather is unsettled and muggy.. however, WE are NOT complaining because WE have read report of an evil hurricane, called Isaac, who is causing all sorts of problems in Caribbean and heading for Louisiana, Texas and other states. And WE know how difficult is must be for inhabitants of those areas.
For this Tale, We are going back in time to 1954, SHE had jurst arrived previous winter in England with Constance and one brother and would meet another whom SHE had never met. This brother is nine years older than SHE and had not gone to Malaya with Constance but had remained in England with his father and step-mother.
Constance and her first husband had decided that their son should go to Marlborough College in Wiltshire, it was where her father and her two brothers had gone and was a good 'all round' school meaning they were academic and yet known to be strong on sports as well.
There came day when the two parents - long since divorced - met in the county town of Marlborough and drove out to meet Head Master and see school and its' facilities.
In those days there were not large rooms were several pupils slept called Dormitories, but each boy (the school has only recently accepted female students) had his own bedroom cum study in which they were allowed to cook..
Constance, ex-husband and House Master, in whose house their son would be, were walking about and Master asked if they would like to see a couple of the boys' rooms?
"Certainly" was the response, so they walked upstairs and knocking on one door received a response of "enter".. they did .. to see a rather 'stout' teenager standing beside a frying pan on a Bunsen Burner which was on a table.. also on table was an extremely large mixing bowl and a huge amount of eggs..
Constance, an excellent and highly trained Cordon Bleu cook, immediately said to stout teenager "Oh, how nice, how many people are you going to share your omelette with?".
"SHARE?".. said stout teenager... "SHARE?"..
This tale was, of course, recounted IMMEDIATELY to Constance's two beloved and very norty brothers, Leslie and Robert.. whom whenever telephoning Constance, and finding her answering the telephone, would jurst say.. "SHARE" and much laughter would begin.
Next tale is about a man who worked for an old and much respected client of HERS.. John Stephanidis, who adores Soufflés.. now, of course, one ingredient of Soufflés are EGGS and eggs can be very tricky (SHE knows this only too well).
Tale goes that this newly employed member of Johns' staff, who was also responsible for cooking, was asked to produce a Soufflé for Supper Party at home in the country.. Soufflé was a 'lunatic' and did not rise.. not one word was said by John when norty dish was placed on table.. he would never have dreamt of embarrassing this new member of his household..
But.. many were cooked until man mastered 'Art of Soufflé' and he served another at John's dining table!
Next tale is story about HER.. SHE has made Constance's Mayonnaise ever since SHE was about eight years old.. very simple recipe, egg yolks, dry mustard, pepper, salt and chilli flakes.. with good quality (SHE uses Olive) Oil.. what could ever go wrong?
Well.. one day it did! SHE was staying with an old friend Charlotte Harrison and her (relatively new) husband Mark for week-end.
Charlotte, who knew HER Mayonnaise very well, asked HER to make.. SHE couldn't.. to this day SHE still doesn't know why those SIX eggs did not take but curdled.. no, of course, SHE did not start them all of together but it was a disaster.. one, that I am extremely happy to report has never been repeated..
Good thing, as I lurve Mayonnaise.. especially when SHE turns it into Aioli!
Now, here comes.. not a tale BUT a recipe for Joanna, she has jurst been to Alsace.. so here, for our lovely friend and writer of Blog called 'La Vie en Rose', is a recipe for 'Alsatian Quiche'.
Ingredients
3 small eggs. 1 eight inch pie crust ready to use..
1 cup of heavy cream. 3/4 cup of FRESHLY grated Parmesan.
1/2 cup of a sweet onion finely chopped or grated.
8 pieces of bacon, cooked and crumbled,
1 Tablespoon of salted butter. Freshly ground black pepper
Method
Beat eggs in a bowl with whisk with pepper, add cream and beat again, add onion and beat some more.
Sprinkle the bacon bits onto the bottom of the pastry shell, then the Parmesan cheese, pour in the egg and cream mixture.
Dot the top with bits of butter.
Put pan on baking tray and slide into a pre-heated oven (350. degrees).
It should take about forty minutes to bake, allow at least 25 minutes to cool before serving..
This is VERY delicious served with either a Cucumber or a Celeriac Salad. An ice or fresh fruit would be a perfect ending to a delicious meal.
Here it is a 'Bank Holiday' and SHE is having an enforced break from cooking, bottling and preserving fruits and vegetables as there is no market and SHE has run out of Limes and Caster Sugar.
It feels like a 'Sunday', quiet, restful.. which is what WE will do. Rest.. WE hope your week will go well for all of YOU wherever YOU may be.
GeeGee Parrot.
August 27th, 2012.
For this Tale, We are going back in time to 1954, SHE had jurst arrived previous winter in England with Constance and one brother and would meet another whom SHE had never met. This brother is nine years older than SHE and had not gone to Malaya with Constance but had remained in England with his father and step-mother.
Constance and her first husband had decided that their son should go to Marlborough College in Wiltshire, it was where her father and her two brothers had gone and was a good 'all round' school meaning they were academic and yet known to be strong on sports as well.
There came day when the two parents - long since divorced - met in the county town of Marlborough and drove out to meet Head Master and see school and its' facilities.
In those days there were not large rooms were several pupils slept called Dormitories, but each boy (the school has only recently accepted female students) had his own bedroom cum study in which they were allowed to cook..
Constance, ex-husband and House Master, in whose house their son would be, were walking about and Master asked if they would like to see a couple of the boys' rooms?
"Certainly" was the response, so they walked upstairs and knocking on one door received a response of "enter".. they did .. to see a rather 'stout' teenager standing beside a frying pan on a Bunsen Burner which was on a table.. also on table was an extremely large mixing bowl and a huge amount of eggs..
Constance, an excellent and highly trained Cordon Bleu cook, immediately said to stout teenager "Oh, how nice, how many people are you going to share your omelette with?".
"SHARE?".. said stout teenager... "SHARE?"..
This tale was, of course, recounted IMMEDIATELY to Constance's two beloved and very norty brothers, Leslie and Robert.. whom whenever telephoning Constance, and finding her answering the telephone, would jurst say.. "SHARE" and much laughter would begin.
Next tale is about a man who worked for an old and much respected client of HERS.. John Stephanidis, who adores Soufflés.. now, of course, one ingredient of Soufflés are EGGS and eggs can be very tricky (SHE knows this only too well).
Tale goes that this newly employed member of Johns' staff, who was also responsible for cooking, was asked to produce a Soufflé for Supper Party at home in the country.. Soufflé was a 'lunatic' and did not rise.. not one word was said by John when norty dish was placed on table.. he would never have dreamt of embarrassing this new member of his household..
But.. many were cooked until man mastered 'Art of Soufflé' and he served another at John's dining table!
Next tale is story about HER.. SHE has made Constance's Mayonnaise ever since SHE was about eight years old.. very simple recipe, egg yolks, dry mustard, pepper, salt and chilli flakes.. with good quality (SHE uses Olive) Oil.. what could ever go wrong?
Well.. one day it did! SHE was staying with an old friend Charlotte Harrison and her (relatively new) husband Mark for week-end.
Charlotte, who knew HER Mayonnaise very well, asked HER to make.. SHE couldn't.. to this day SHE still doesn't know why those SIX eggs did not take but curdled.. no, of course, SHE did not start them all of together but it was a disaster.. one, that I am extremely happy to report has never been repeated..
Good thing, as I lurve Mayonnaise.. especially when SHE turns it into Aioli!
Now, here comes.. not a tale BUT a recipe for Joanna, she has jurst been to Alsace.. so here, for our lovely friend and writer of Blog called 'La Vie en Rose', is a recipe for 'Alsatian Quiche'.
Ingredients
3 small eggs. 1 eight inch pie crust ready to use..
1 cup of heavy cream. 3/4 cup of FRESHLY grated Parmesan.
1/2 cup of a sweet onion finely chopped or grated.
8 pieces of bacon, cooked and crumbled,
1 Tablespoon of salted butter. Freshly ground black pepper
Method
Beat eggs in a bowl with whisk with pepper, add cream and beat again, add onion and beat some more.
Sprinkle the bacon bits onto the bottom of the pastry shell, then the Parmesan cheese, pour in the egg and cream mixture.
Dot the top with bits of butter.
Put pan on baking tray and slide into a pre-heated oven (350. degrees).
It should take about forty minutes to bake, allow at least 25 minutes to cool before serving..
This is VERY delicious served with either a Cucumber or a Celeriac Salad. An ice or fresh fruit would be a perfect ending to a delicious meal.
Here it is a 'Bank Holiday' and SHE is having an enforced break from cooking, bottling and preserving fruits and vegetables as there is no market and SHE has run out of Limes and Caster Sugar.
It feels like a 'Sunday', quiet, restful.. which is what WE will do. Rest.. WE hope your week will go well for all of YOU wherever YOU may be.
GeeGee Parrot.
August 27th, 2012.
I've got some bacon that needs cookin'. Hope it's not too late & bacon is bad. I'm looking forward to trying this recipe. I'll pass it on to my half-Brit-half-Burmese almost daughter-in-law who loves to prepare a brunch on Sundays. & yes, I always like HER ideas for a vegetable accompaniment.
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