Nutella for breakfast

Well, why not?  Not only Nutella but Nutella and coconut.  Is there a better combination?
Last Friday, I was fussing at myself in front of one of my 7th grade classes about the fact that I saw a really cute Nutella cookbook at a bookstore in France, but I hadn't bought it.  Lo and behold, first thing Monday morning what should walk through the door of my classroom but the cookbook AND one of the recipes prepared by one of the girlies who went on the trip with me.

Isn't this seriously cute?  This girlie wrote me a thank you note that is now safely taped to the inside of the book.  She made the treat pictured above for her classmates.  I took one bite and then showed great restraint by waiting to consume the rest only after escaping from campus during my free period to get a cup of coffee.  Civilized, non?  I wanted to savor every little crumb.

There are 30 recipes for deliciousness such as Whoopies au Nutella et à l'Orange (they really like to use the word Whoopie now!)

Financiers coeur Nutella (a different take on my last blog recipe- I need a pan!)

Petites crèmes au Nutella

Sucettes au Nutella coeur au caramel fondant (see how this oozing caramel keeps showing up??)

Crumble aux poires et au Nutella (the Frenchies love crumble, too)

Macarons au Nutella

and Petites meringues coeur Nutella.

The other kiddies are drooling over the book and may ask to copy recipes.  I've already promised one class Nutella brownies or cupcakes and I need to make good on that promise en grande vitesse...

Coulants au coco coeur Nutella

4 servings

Recipe and photos from Les 30 meilleures recettes Nutella, Larousse 2011

140 g / 5 ounces (almost 2 cups) shredded coconut

80 g / 1/2 cup confectioner's sugar

40 g / 3 Tbsp. softened butter

1 egg yello

100 g / 3.5 oz. / 1/2 c. coconut milk

3 egg whites

A pinch of salt

Flour for the molds

4 tsp. of Nutella

1.  Preheat the oven to 350˚F / 180˚C.

2.  In a bowl, mix the coconut, sugar, butter, the egg yellow and the coconut milk.

3.  In another bowl, beat the egg whites and salt until the eggs whites form stiff peaks then gently fold them into the coconut mixture.

4.  Butter and flour 4 ramekins.  Divide the mixture into 4 equal parts.  Put one teaspoon of Nutella in the middle of each one and cover it with the coconut mixture.

5.  Bake for 15 minutes.  Remove from the oven, let them cool for 5 minutes, then gently remove them from the molds.

*Push the Nutella into the middle of the coconut mixture so that it doesn't dry out or form a crust while baking.

Bon appétit, Nutella!  Merci, jeune fille pour le petit livret de recettes!

Searching for Aimée Leduc

If you have read any of Cara Black's Aimée Leduc novels, you know the significance of this pink Vespa that I photographed during my recent trip to Paris.  AND I even spotted it on Ile St. Louis.  Pink Vespa + Ile St. Louis = Aimée.  It must be hers.
I accidentally stumbled upon Cara's books while roaming the aisles of Barnes and Noble a few years ago.  Each murder mystery is set in a different neighborhood of Paris.  I've read them all.  I am reading the most recent one right now.  It came in the mail while I was in Paris.

Aimée has a private detective/computer security business passed down to her by her grandfather.  Her father was a police officer who was blown up by bad guys.  Her godfather is one of the top dogs of the Paris police force.  Her mom abandoned her when she was eight years old.  Aimée dresses in vintage designer clothes she finds at the flea market.  In the latest book, she wraps a Hermès scarf around her neck before going out.  I have one, too, Aimée!!  I found it for $5 at one of the local consignment shops.

As far as dressing goes, that's about all I have in common with Aimée.  But wouldn't I love to shop at the Paris flea market?  Oui, oui et oui.   Aimée has a bichon frise named Miles Davis.  I searched for Miles while on Ile St. Louis, but I didn't see him so I lifted a photo off the internet.  If I lived in Paris and wanted a dog to keep me company, I think he would make a great companion.

Aimée has had her heart broken several times.  She is attracted to "bad boys." I would match her up with a younger Bruce...

He was in concert in Paris last summer while I was there.  Maybe Aimée went to hear him?  Her latest love interest is a flic, a cop, but it isn't going well at the moment.
Her best friend and business partner, René, has been lured to Silicon Valley, but he is in over his head, too, although Aimée doesn't know it yet.
I really shouldn't give away any more of the plot.  I want to race through the book, but I am trying to slow myself down and savor it.  I could stay up all night and gobble it up, but I would have a sleep deprivation hangover worse than I already do and it will be a while before Cara comes out with the next book.
At the very great risk of messing with my odds for winning, Cara has a contest associated with this book.

I plan to win.  A week in Paris with Cara tracing the footsteps of Aimée.  Details are inside special editions of the book and on Cara's website.  I promise to blog all about it while I am there.
Aimée often forgets to eat while she is out looking for clues to the latest mystery.  In Murder Below Montparnasse, she is on the trail of a stolen Modigliani painting.  I have seen his work in museums but needed to google him.

Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920)

He was an Italian painter and sculptor, but he lived mainly in France.  He painted a lot of portraits.  His style is very distinct.

Anyway, while on the trail of a stolen portrait of Lenin, Aimée talks to a woman who has just taken a batch of financiers out of the oven.  Aimée eats half of the still warm cakes.  This is  my first time making them.  They are a Parisian concoction, created by a baker in the 19th century.

Enjoy the book and make some financiers of your own.  Aimée would approve, I think.

I do not have financier molds.  I used a cupcake tin, buttering and flouring each cup.  And do be careful about browning the butter.  It cooks pretty quickly-  I boiled mine for about 3 minutes.  I was so excited to finally find ground almonds at Harris Teeter.  I found them in a special section of kosher foods since it is almost Passover.

Tea time on this rainy chilly Sunday in North Carolina... I don't think my little cake will make it long enough to be room temperature.  Désolée, Dorie!  Aimée didn't wait either.

Financiers
recipe from Dorie Greenspan

Makes 12 cookies

1 1/2 sticks (6 ounces; 180 grams) unsalted butter

1 cup (200 grams) sugar

1 cup (100 grams) ground almonds

6 large egg whites

2/3 cup (90 grams) all-purpose flour

Put the butter in a small saucepan and bring it to the boil over medium heat, swirling the pan occasionally.  Allow the butter to bubble away until it turns a deep brown, but don't turn your back on the pan - the difference between brown and black is measured in seconds.  Pull the pan from the heat and keep it in a warm place.

Mix the sugar and almonds together in a medium saucepan.  Stir in the egg whites, place the pan over low heat, and, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon, heat the mixture until it is runny, slightly white and hot to the touch, about 2 minutes.  Remove the pan from the heat and stir in the flour, then gradually mix in the melted butter. Transfer the batter to a bowl, cover with plastic wrap, pressing it against the surface of the batter to create an airtight seal, and chill for at least 1 hour.  (The batter can be kept covered in the refrigerator for up to 3 days.)

Center a rack in the oven and preheat the oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Butter 12 rectangular financier molds (these were tested in 3-3/4 x 2 x 5/8-inch [10 x 5 x 1-1/2-cm] rectangular molds that each hold 3 tablespoons), dust the interiors with flour and tap out the excess.  Place the molds on a baking sheet for easy transport.

Fill each mold almost to the top with batter.  Slide the molds into the oven and bake for about 13 minutes, or until the financiers are golden, crowned and springy to the touch.  If necessary, run a blunt knife between the cookies and the sides of the pans, then turn the cookies out of their molds and allow them to cool to room temperature right side up on cooling racks.

Bon appétit and happy reading!!

Yes We Cook

Yesterday Mme P took me to LeClerc, a huge shopping center in Les Angles. There is a bookstore there and I can spend hours roaming around in bookstores. In French or English. They have a huge section on cooking there and Mme P found this one, Yes We Cook. I looked through it and gave my American stamp of approval. It's divided into sections, from L'American Breakfast with pancakes aux myrtilles, to Gourmandises Pour Les Sweet Teeth with chocolate chips cookies and carrot cake, to La Soul Food Des États Du Sud with hoppin' john and banana pudding. The recipes are translated into French with beautiful photos and explanations of the dishes and regions.



I found two little books that are too cute and that I could not resist--



One for making soft cakes (still working on my fondant au chocolat
And hoping to find a recipe for fondant au caramel like the one I ate in Paris). The other has macaron recipes. Still working on those, too. I made some yesterday for our dinner party, as a matter of fact! With the help of a mix (almonds already ground up!)



and the mats that we found at Galeries Lafayette in Rouen. They are silicone and have the shapes marked so you can be sure to get them all the same size!



I was quite proud of myself!



I love being Mme P's assistante in the kitchen. I sliced the biggest mushrooms I have ever seen, cèpes from the Ardèche,



for her poulet aux cèpes.



I shelled walnuts for the endive, apple and walnut salad.



I washed dishes. We had help from Bigoudi, the very curious fur ball.



M. P cleaned floors, rearranged furniture, set up the big table, and poured a glass of wine for us while we worked. Very important jobs! (Sorry for the blurry photo... He moves fast!)



Dessert was a Café Gourmand-- a selection of little bite-sized sweets. Mme P made her famous mousse au chocolat, I made the macarons, and Mademoiselle de Tavel brought crèpes with caramelized apples in them and lemon tart.



The evening was a great success, ending with M. P playing the guitar accompanied by Frenchie playing his recorder. I am very sorry that I did not take pictures... I can't believe that I didn't. I am sure that Arles Lucy did, though, so I will get some from her when we get home.
I am now in the kitchen, helping Mme P's son with his French past participles. I feel very useful as I blog and sip my coffee on this rainy Sunday morning.



Bon appétit!!

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Coucou from France!

Me voici... 
I have been in France for a week and have finally made it to a computer... with a French keyboard which means that the keys are all scrmbled up and I am reduced to hunting and pecking and probably misspelling!  C,est normale ici, je suppose.  the accents are somewhere but I am lucky to even find punctuation marks like the . and the !

Paris was as beautiful as ever.  Last Saturday was sunny and warm.  Then the snow started.  Yes, just like in January, dear readers of my blog. That begs the ? (I finally found thae question mark! and parentheses)-- am I the bringer of snow? 

We couldn,t get to the D-Day landing sites on Monday.  We got as far as Rouen and decided to stop there.  I was very happy to do that because I had never visited this beautiful city.  I wish I could post a photo.  I promise to do that when I return and have my photos organized. (Right now they are on my camera, iPad and phone... in other words, a mess!) 
(Back now and finally getting around to adding photos... they are still a mess, though!)

I saw the very spot where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in the 1400's and I felt her presence in the very modern church that was built next to the site.

 I actually got to meet Tatiana de Rosnay, an author I love. 

She wrote the novel Sarah's Key, a book I have written about before.  It is about the Vel d'Hiv round-up of Jewish families in July of 1942 in Paris.  Mme de Rosnay was taking part in an all-woman motorcycle rally in Paris on Sunday that started while my kids were ice skating in front of the Hotel de Ville.  I followed her to her moto and told her how much I loved her book and she graciously posed for a photo with me. 

I just finished her novel The House I Loved two days ago.  It is about Napoleon III's and Baron Haussman's destruction of old Paris to build the grand boulevards and avenues.  Rose, the main character, fights the destruction of her family home. I found more of Mme de Rosnay's (perhaps next time we met I can call het Tatiana!) novels at a bookstore and will read them in French.  I can't wait.

The Best Guide in Paris was wonderful and took great care of us and stayed with us until our train pulled out of the Gare de Lyon yesterday.

My old friend M. Mistral met me at the station in Avignon and very nearly blew me away.  No kidding on that.  "He" is the wind that blows through this part of the world without a moment's notice and who is said to drive people crazy.  The gusts are around 50 mph right now, I think.  I wore a dress to school since we were officially welcomed to the area by mayors, the local press, and school officials, but M. Mistral didn't care about making my legs (clad only in tights) cold or messing up my hair.

We spent today at school, visiting classes.  Tomorrow we will visit the Palais des Papes, the famous bridge of Avignon, and the town of Villeneuve-lez-Avignon.  I sincerely hope that M. Mistral takes a long nap in a nice little borie somewhere tomorrow (and for the rest of our stay).  Otherwise one of my little girlies might get blown into the Rhone river.  That might be a bit difficult to explain to the parents, n'est-ce pas?

Mme P is working late tonight, having her conseil de classe meeting and I have managed to spend almost an hour writing just this little bit.  C'est vrai malheureusement.

Bon appétit (I just found the é!), mes amis! 

Food adventures soon!  Let me just close with the memory of the warm fondant au caramel that I had for dessert at Le Bistro d'en Face in Paris...  I will learn to make this little cake that oozes warm caramel when you cut into it with your spoon.

Three (Dog) Nights

In my usual fashion, one thought led to another, and I found myself humming "Mama told me not to come" by Three Dog Night.  So, you can listen to it to and if you are of a certain age, you will think you know the words (I probably made up most of them back in the day) and sing along.  Now, back in the day, we rarely knew what the singers actually looked like, unless their album cover art included pictures.  No, MTV had not been invented yet nor any of the other seemingly hundreds of music channels.  Nope, TV consisted of three channels (if you were lucky).  And I was also lucky if I could get Wolfman Jack on the radio at night.  (I actually met him once in DC at Planet Hollywood.  Groovy, huh?)
Anyway, needless to say, I digress.  What I started out blogging about is the fact that I leave for France in three nights.  I have this weird way of counting the days before my trips by counting nights.  Three more nights in my own bed before I trade it for one night in the plane (attempting to sleep while the 17 kids sitting around me tell me that they can't sleep), six nights in Paris, and then six nights chez Mme P.
(We found these placemats last March in St. Rémy, I think...)

This one is waiting for me!

I am just confessing this counting the nights thing.  Boy, do I feel better now that that weird secret has come to light.  By the way, only a couple of years ago did I discover what a "three dog night" is.  That means it is really, really cold and you need three dogs to keep you warm.  Not sure what country that comes from.  It could come from my Appalachian Mountains.  But I am not THAT curious this morning or I would google it.  Isn't language interesting, though?  Most nights are my house are two cat nights.  The silly critters have taken to sleeping on our legs and/or feet.  They are not lap cats.  The sit near us in the evenings, but never on us.  Oh well.  Go figure.
Back to the upcoming trip...  I have not packed, of course.  I have washed everything I intend to pack except my pajamas.  I have made two packing lists (I lost the first one).  I even found a pad of lists called Pack This! at Barnes and Noble and gave one to each of the kids, along with a packing list I made up.

My mantra each and every time I go to France is "I will not over pack.  I will not over pack.  I will not over pack."  I would even put on red shoes and click my heels like Dorothy if I thought it would help.  I am terrible at packing.  How silly.  I mean, I am not a fashionista so what's my problem?  I start out well and, invariably, at the last minute, think "What if I need...?" and throw in more.   Maybe I will break the cycle this year.  Here's hoping.
I bought two new books and have read up on the markets in Paris so I can choose one for next Sunday morning.

I am leaning towards the organic market at Raspail.  It's been a couple of years since I was there and I think the kiddies would like it.  I remember musicians and "chocolat chaud à l'ancienne."  I've emailed the Best Guide in Paris and will get his input, too, of course.
I've been told that my big outing while at Mme P's house will be a trip to the Ardèche to visit the new baby goats at La Cambriole and sample some cheese, bien sûr.  Am I excited?  Oh yes.  Très.  I look forward to just hanging out with Mme P's family (she has hinted at recipes we are going to try).

Will the amandiers be in bloom this year, too, I wonder?  I hope so...

Since I am about to up and leave the Ex-Ex for two weeks, I decided to bake something yummy for breakfast.  This is from Stephanie Parker at Plain Chicken.  I saw the recipe on her blog and realized it would be a great way to use up the buttermilk in my refrigerator that was nearing its expiration date!  Into the oven it goes!  Hope the Ex-Ex sleeps for another 45 minutes or so....

Cinnamon Swirl Quick Bread

2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups sugar, divided
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/4 cup buttermilk
1 tsp vanilla
1 egg
1/4 cup canola oil
1 Tbsp cinnamon

Glaze
1/4 cup confectioners' sugar
2 tsp milk

Preheat oven to 350. 

Lightly spray a 9x5-inch loaf pan or line with parchment paper.

Combine the flour, 1 cup sugar, baking soda, salt, buttermilk, egg, vanilla and oil; stir  just until moistened.

In a small bowl, combine cinnamon and remaining sugar.

Pour half of the batter into bread pan; sprinkle with half of the cinnamon-sugar. Spread with remaining batter and sprinkle with remaining cinnamon-sugar; cut through batter with a knife to swirl. I go back and forth both ways in the pan to really mix it up.

Bake for 45-50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Allow to cool for 10 minutes in the pan before removing to wire rack.  Cool completely. 

 Combine confectioners' sugar and enough milk to reach desired consistency; drizzle over loaf.

Bon appétit and happy packing!