In the 80s an Ivorian musician, Amadou Balake, sang a song about how his girl was stolen by “The Director” because of Balake’s poverty. “Amadou don’t come to my house anymore, I’m with the director now. He took me to my village and his Mercedes was so comfortable, I slept all the way there. The last time I was in your car, I tore my dress.”
On Saturday Babou, Vero and I had our last coffees together for 2 weeks until I return from Stuttgart. There was a Marche Gourmande de Bourgogne in the farmers’ market, displaying the the best artisanal products Burgundy has to offer; cheeses, sausages, escargots, wine, chocolate, etc. So unfortunate that I didn’t have my camera.
Nearly blinded by tears of regret for our impending separation and suppressing sobs, we did shop, but not with our usual, over the top, enthusiasm. Still, our shopping baskets were full and our arms did feel the strain; Comte, a cheddar like cheese and ham from the Basque region, andouille sausage from Val D’Ajol. We live in France :P
My husband, concerned about me having no one to open jars for me in Sens, bought a handy dandy “jar opener!” I tried it today. It’s joining other useless items in the P.O.S. drawer.
Since I left, it seems the Stuttgart freezers and refrigerators have lost that overabundance look. I’ll have to take care of that I did find some German chicken thighs and had some shitake mushrooms that I brought with me from France. Lunch sorted.
Shitake Mushrooms with Roasted Peppers
2 tbsp olive oil
1 shallot, chopped
1/4 small onion, chopped
1 knob of butter
3 cups shitake mushrooms, sliced
Salt and pepper
2 tbsp water/broth
1 red roasted sweet pepper, diced
1 tbsp fresh thyme leaves
Soften the onion and shallot in the oil, then add the butter and mushrooms. Season with salt and pepper, then continue to saute the mushrooms until they are browned. Add the water, cover and steam for a minute or two. Stir in the pepper and thyme leaves and cook for 1-2 minutes.