Irish Tartiflette
During all week, I came back enough late from the work And yes, there is who work, there is …
My collocataires dear are accustomed to have dinner relatively early, that is about 18 h. And I realised importance and utility of this gap …
Indeed, in my return outright 19 h, I often find a small rest of chicken, of purée, of soup or else of salad of beans to put on under the tooth! Whatever of nicer to have a baby breaks - croute when hard day of labour is taken in of a long and!??
Yesterday, on Saturday, I therefore took the initiative in returning them the same by preparing for them a small non-Irish dinner. I therefore made a tartiflette with means of the edge, and especially available ingredients in the shops of Galway …
Not easy to find bacon cubes! I therefore bought the cool pork, cut in pieces and hop I had my bacon cubes Easy
More difficult, the roblechon!!! There, 3 shops and impossible to find. I therefore shut on a good old Camembert President. Là, 3 magasins et impossible à trouver. Je me suis donc rabattu sur un bon vieux camembert Président.
I then prepared a small dessert, Tiramisu. And there things became more complicated Not of boudoirs in shops, not mascarpone and no fromage frais! Therefore there was the tournament! But I need it more to upset me, then I went through shops to find of the mascarpone, small pots of fromage frais (10 of 25gr chacuns, allowed me to unite the necessary 250gr!) and for boudoirs, there, I did not succeed in eluding shortage. I therefore took of “digestive cookies”, take out circles of sanded down. Donc il y avait du challenge! Mais il m’en faut plus pour me dépiter, alors j’ai parcouru les magasins pour trouver du mascarpone, des petits pots de fromage blanc ( les 10 de 25gr chacuns, m’ont permis de réunir les 250gr nécessaires!)… Et pour les boudoirs, là, je n’ai pas réussi à esquiver la pénurie. J’ai donc pris des “digestives biscuits”, sorte de sablés ronds.
The result of the tartiflette in the Camembert was rather reassuring as for my capacities to adapt me culinairement speaking But the tiramisu, without percussionist for whites, and with gateaux who becomes soaked no coffee, had it proud pace, and not too much the taste of Tiramisu. Though it is there, the dessert was very good, but also Italian that I …
The continuation of the party, rest as a result, classic. Some glasses of wines, more or less serious debates with Aideen and Aoife, and put to bed at 3 h!
Today, on Sunday, the programme was an excursion in the lakes of the connemara, to hear the clamour of the fans of Michel Sardou in pellerinage, but the time decided on it in another way …
“Having rest all day!”, have a rest all day long!
On Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 in 8:44
^^ you are going to send for crowds!:-O