Yes, I am painfully aware. I have been making them for so many years, I stopped eating them. The variation we most often make are rather traditional. Rice wrap, 1/2 shrimps (sliced lengthwise), lettuce, (more meat if she isn't looking) then the rice vermicelli to give you a base on which to roll the wrap.
It's great when you know what you are eating just by the name.
Sauce for the above roll is usually a nut and chili oil infused hoisin.
Me too and I'm not scared to admit it. I just wish there was so darn much oats. It isn't breakfast for goodness sakes!
My adopted family wishes to disagree. (Canadian Thanksgiving 2015)
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btw, y'all should try a gratin dauphinois variation with neeps instead
(classique or Escoffier style)
I've tried 1/2 tatties and 1/2 celeriac Robert Courtine style (never realized how un-PC he was) where heavy cream reduced till browned on top is the only other component of these dishes.
We have several kinds of turnips here including a movement for a controlled place name, http://www.berkshireeagle.com/food/...wers-protective-florida-mountain-turnip-label , which I confirm is special (terroir).
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Maybe there should be a distinction between non-pc and p-non-c
Up till age 8, I lived in the grandparent house, had a lot of hide ins and outs, even a very old valve thing.
My father and a few of his brothers were lucky to have made it out of fitness camps in one piece, maybe they should have behaved more prior to the holiday.
In la-douce post years, folks who go by the Pen name are/were more of interest than those who did time in one, imo.
Monsieur Klein, Alain Delon, 1976.
Too many tulips and too little turnips here, I'm afraid.
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I went to this place in it's final phase/stage : https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canisius_College_(internaat)
(afraid me no know how/where a page can be translated on the web, I'm old school)
Of the days/nights I spent there, I had to stand more nights in a corner, listening to others sleep, than in bed.
The stay there did teach me that next to all people are all-pliable, regardless of time and era.
(the rare few exceptions may not receive a lot of, how did one say it again lately, social kudos I don't dance, Mr President)
Speaking of cream, my week-day quicky when I totally lack inspiration :
- grill a bunch of red bell peppers, preferably open flame, then in the bag for the skin peel.
- fry a few finely chopped shallots (sjalotteke in Flemmican't) in generous olive oil
- add chopped chilis (to your liking, not mine)
- add chicken/beef/vegetable stock
- completely reduce that (preferably on a simmer plate)
- in go the skinned and chopped bell peppers, after a couple of minutes, do the wild and grind thing
- add sour cream, fresh pressed garlic, ground pepper.
Add thin slices of roasted beef, prawns, or keep it au naturel.
Thin runner version goes with rice, thicky one with pasta
(I was already wondering when the happy R occasion would be. My spy for the FBI back pocket book reads 1950)
(afraid me no know how/where a page can be translated on the web, I'm old school)
Of the days/nights I spent there, I had to stand more nights in a corner, listening to others sleep, than in bed.
The stay there did teach me that next to all people are all-pliable, regardless of time and era.
(the rare few exceptions may not receive a lot of, how did one say it again lately, social kudos
I don't dance, Mr President)Speaking of cream, my week-day quicky when I totally lack inspiration :
- grill a bunch of red bell peppers, preferably open flame, then in the bag for the skin peel.
- fry a few finely chopped shallots (sjalotteke in Flemmican't) in generous olive oil
- add chopped chilis (to your liking, not mine)
- add chicken/beef/vegetable stock
- completely reduce that (preferably on a simmer plate)
- in go the skinned and chopped bell peppers, after a couple of minutes, do the wild and grind thing
- add sour cream, fresh pressed garlic, ground pepper.
Add thin slices of roasted beef, prawns, or keep it au naturel.
Thin runner version goes with rice, thicky one with pasta
(I was already wondering when the happy R occasion would be. My spy for the FBI back pocket book reads 1950)
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For me it asks to translate, luckily our Jebbies kept their hands to themselves or at least off me. My days of holding chairs at arms length or standing in the corner ended with the nuns. Unfortunately I have an Aussie friend who's brother ended up offing himself from his school experiences. He actually had a bit part as a skinhead in "Romper Stomper".
(I didn't even know about all that hanky panky stuff till 5 years ago. My old man paid 10k/yr for a corner, expensive overnight parking rate)
No Barba-Rhubarb for me tonight, Spaghetti and Balls !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJbn7q19WZk
No Barba-Rhubarb for me tonight, Spaghetti and Balls !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJbn7q19WZk
I'd add a little grating of nutmeg.
Essential when I really want to tickle my taste buds.
Didn't know there was a mountain in Florida nor that they grew turnips that far south. Always saw turnips as a norther winter dish.
Maybe you noticed they are from Canadian immigrants, purple top laurentian rutabaga. A childhood favorite, but from the midwest then.
I think turnips which are not purple on top are called swedes here.
While we are talking root vegetables roast parsnips are my favourites.
Ideally roasted in goose fat with rosemary and garlic with some spuds and carrots mixed in.
A staple to go with the christmas goose (I'm a bit of a traditionalist when it suits me. I'm not a great fan of turkey).
While we are talking root vegetables roast parsnips are my favourites.
Ideally roasted in goose fat with rosemary and garlic with some spuds and carrots mixed in.
A staple to go with the christmas goose (I'm a bit of a traditionalist when it suits me. I'm not a great fan of turkey).
When in Bordeaux we were offered frites in duck fat, goose fat, or oil.
Imagine how confused I was with the article referencing Berkshire, given that's where I live. took a min for the penny to drop.
The local Rugby team is London Irish. It's not in london and has almost no Irish players.
I always thought turnip/swede depended on dialect, but one is a hybrid of the other. Oddly wiki thinks neeps are swedes, which cannot be right. <research> apparantly wiki is correct </research>. one learns something new every day
And now I want fish tacos. (A staple around here, especially the place down the block that has $.99 fish batter-fried all day every day)
Also--oven roasted veggie medleys (winter delight) do well with bacon fat, too. And we all know how easy and delicious it is to get bacon fat.
Cooking with olive oil is a personal anathema--use something neutral with a high smoke point (and as little as you can get away with), then finish the meal with it raw.