Saturday, 30 July 2016

instant silliness




Bob about to enjoy a classy bit of patisserie 

Every now and then I make one of these daft cakes when people come round, preferably more than two layers (cake, not the guests) and with many absurd additions; this one was a tad restrained but I did like the chocolate bears.
Ingredients: something unspeakably awful from the cake section of a supermarket, in this case a 'flan' called a Tropezienne, (From St Tropez, I assume) which was happily already in two halves and coated with cream.
More cream from one of those air-filled cans
Tinned/and or, fresh fruit
Possibly, jam
Possibly alcohol - rum, brandy . . .
Mad sweets to decorate with.

Preparation time: not very long. In fact best done while everyone else is yakking and the glasses of wine you have already consumed make for a more . . . spontaneous and artistic dessert.


Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Some songs you can just play 1,000 times . . .





Well me anyway. Mark tends to listen to something around three times, enjoys it then puts it on the shelf and on to the next thing. I really drain every cent out of a good CD, comfort listening? Perhaps, but with a voice as fabulously unusual as this, inventive lyrics and brilliant musicians . . . I just can't stop listening.

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Lost in translation

We've all seen them - translation howlers, and I'm sure I've made hundreds in French, such as the traditional faux pas that most new 'ex-pats' make: Je suis chaude, rather than J'ai chaude - e.g, I'm hot in a 'give it to me' fashion. Quite sensible, the French version, when you think about it: I have hotness, rather than I am hot . . .
And our favourite French menu misunderstanding . . . 'side idiot of tomato' or pan con tomate' from Spanish, meaning bread rubbed with tomato, the con being idiot (or actually far worse). We've also seen 'paving slabs of salmon' and tornados of beef. Cousin Nick's best one from Bali, I think - Stick meat with bees. You could spend your whole life collection each nation's best examples (hmm, not a bad idea . . .)
Anyway, here's a few internet examples of Chinese misinterpretations as pointed out by my son,
when he had managed to stop laughing.

                                                                   

     

Not my pics, but they would have been! Thanks to internet posters.

Saturday, 9 July 2016

Life stages, recycling, and moving on

We've just passed another one (life stage): our son's BAC, French equivalent of A levels in the UK.
He and I just spent a day sorting out his room to prepare for the following stage, and in doing so threw out (recycled!) at least a tree's worth of paper.

                         
 
                                                  Three years worth of studying, in paper

An odd thing to consign all those words, maps, verbs, sums, crossing out's 'could try harders' and 'very goods' to newspaper or whatever the sludge of paper will become. I can't remember my own similar stage and binning all the A level stuff; maybe I burnt it all in some sort of 'moving on' ritual.

                                                

                                                             three years worth of manuscripts 

I have, however, just thrown out a car-boot's worth of manuscripts from my various books which was slightly more traumatic than Ezra's heap of exercise books - still I've kept a couple of each, and I have the real books. There has to be a purging point after all . . .

                                      

                                                            two years worth of train tickets

Emptying Ezra's bag was probably the most interesting part of this mass clearing out operation. In the bottle I found a sort of geological layer of train tickets - every journey from about the last two years; to and from Carcassonne. We almost kept them as an art piece but then . . . didn't.
Onward and forward.

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Youtube meanderings





Not sure how I got to this, but following a friend's link to an excellent Alt J parody, I did.

Simple and clever stuff.

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Further, further proof (see last post)



Give me a spotted dick and custard . . . please! And in a bowl, thanks!

Further proof that we have gone somewhat wrong somewhere . ..




My son, often quite fascinated with food (eating and preparation of, and nothing wrong with that) was trawling through Youtube looking for the most absurd signature dishes of Michelin starred restaurants.

He found some pretty good examples - lentil-sized vegetables trailed across plates the size of a hub-cap; smears of pale yellow foam that looked remarkably like dog bile and many other 'components' fiddled and faffed with by deadly serious chefs wearing medical gloves and armed with tweezers.

I think that's what I find most repellant - the over-handling of food, turning it inside out and squirting it into tubes, cubes, balls and just about anything else . . . including a lamb's skull. Yes, a (obviously bleached clean one - Oh, well that's OK then) lamb's skull. But not just putting brains back in with perhaps a nice simple tomato sauce - flies, worms and, thank God, garlic flowers . . .I stared at this video and said: 'Nah . . . must be a joke'. But it seems not. 

The Alchemist restaurant in Copenhagen specialises in such wonderments as part of a 45 course menu at around three hundred pounds.

So, it was lunchtime and we decided to make a small foray into the Nouvelle Cuisine world - maybe not quite so exciting as a lamb's skull full of worms, but really quite tasty and cost about eight quid.



Organic veal strips in Banyuls wine with a julienne of carrot and courgette, fresh pineapple timbale with bonnet chilli, garden chives and 'fait maison' cherry coulis served on a white, circular plate.






































After too much looking at all this we decided to make our own Nouvelle
Cuisine experience, just the one course though.