Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
1. Pour one cup of warm milk in a large bowl.
|Fiona learned how to correctly measure dry ingredients from Laura. Obviously.|
Mix well and knead for five minutes. Eight-year-old daughters are really good at kneading beignet dough.
|Don't you just want to kiss it? Or is that weird? Never mind.|
4. Roll out the dough to 1/4 inch thickness and cut into 2 inch squares. Let rise for about an hour.
|Laura did this step. You can tell, can't you?|
5. Fry the dough in canola oil.
|This photo makes me laugh, not only because of Fiona and Laura's shenanigans, but because Cyd, in the background, is LICKING THE COUNTER!|
If you want to make this yourself, you may want to google a real recipe, because this one is, well, vague and unscientific. Here is how I think it went down.
1. Make a roux. Melt 1/4 cup of butter in a saucepan. Add 1/4 cup of flour and whisk for a couple of minutes.
2. Add 2 cups of milk and whisk until thickened.
ère (or Swiss) cheese and 1/4 cup of Parmesan. Heat until melted and season to taste.
Voila, your béchamel is done.
3. Spread some Dijon mustard on bread. I used the sandwich bread we had, but in real French life, you should use some heartier, better bread, like brioche, or something similar. I'm not perfect, people.
4. Add sliced ham and Gruyère to your sandwich.
5. Fry it up in some more butter. (Hi, Julia.)
6. Top with additional cheese.
7. And then ladle on the béchamel sauce.
8. Bake in oven for 10-15 minutes until bubbly. Then, stick it under the broiler until brown.
Hello, holy cheesy goodness.
And now, don't mind me as I dump some photos from this weekend that have nothing to do with French food.
|I loved how the light was coming in at that moment.|
|So I kinda made everyone pass through the light so I could capture them. They humored me, because they're nice.|
|It's too early to be roasting chestnuts. Most of them were rock solid, not even ripe enough to eat. Dammit.|
Oh, and I also made a delicious and very easy leek and asparagus soup, topped with goat cheese. But you're tired of reading recipes. I can see it in your eyes. Allow me this, at least:
Thursday, November 1, 2012
I would like to live in a cabin, full time. This one, at the KOA campgrounds in South Bend, had two sets of bunk beds, a small desk, and a separate room with a queen bed. It would have been perfect, if only it had a bathroom and, while we're dreaming, a kitchen.
Laura was in charge of the web spookification (it's a word) of the cabin, because she was the tallest. And, let's face it, the bravest.
This is one of my favorite photos of Fiona and her friend:
Wonder Woman. Classic Pumpkin. Groovy Witch. Spongebob Square Mouth.
This was taken on the actual day of Halloween. Cyd ditched the zombie costume in favor of the princess.
I don't feel like I've truly blogged unless I've posted a photo of food. And who doesn't love potatoes. Also, they're gluten free.
I've learned that my blog gets discovered by people searching for gluten free recipes. This is the number ONE way random strangers find my blog. And I don't even know what gluten free actually means. But if you're interested, you can click here for the only genuinely gluten free recipe I've ever posted.
Other search keywords for this blog: "happy clothes" and "what goes with French onion soup". Now these make sense.