Thursday, July 31, 2008

A few weeks ago we went to a French fair...

...at the Copacabana Fort, where the wind was just strong enough to make me happy I was wearing my favorite sweater. And there, among other things, we ate cassoulet and watched cancan dancers, who are unfortunately, not all that scandalous anymore.

I think I am entering a French phase. The last time I was "into" French food was about 14 years ago, when I used to drag dusty culinary tomes home from the library, pondering the possibility of convincing my family to allow me access to the kitchen, where I dreamed of dismembering ducks into hearty patês, rolling out floury, delicate pastries, and beating chocolate and dozens of eggs into rich petit gateaus the size of a child's hand. (Or Texas. I like chocolate.) It didn't go over too well in my Midwestern family, and I pursued other culinary interests.

But today, I'm feeling the need for a good French meal. Or a month of them. Herbes de Provence, some good cooking wines, and a selection of root vegetables and dried beans may just make up the rest of my winter pantry. Where to find the herbs is another matter...in South America, I can't see too many people wanting to cook with lavender. Care package, perhaps???

4 comments:

Rebecca said...

where can you get anything you need in this city? Casa Pedro. i know they have lavender.

--jenna said...

ha! of course! thanks...

Ali la Loca said...

We had the most delicious french food in saigon, it's got me craving more...

I'm curious about your banana peel recipe, too!

yum - almost lunchtime here in Moz.

Faye Yu said...

I love french cuisine. I love pates. I know I shouldn't since they treat the ducks horribly... but it is so yummy. I'm always in the mood for some yummy french dish.