<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457897131298777592</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:15:59.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men Eat Quiche</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Houck</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109879707852776539440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1PoiOd-5Ow/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/M7uqElFw1Rw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457897131298777592.post-5808277683530200703</id><published>2012-01-09T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:15:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth of the Rude Frenchman</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I grew up with the typical 'Pepe le Pew' stereotypes of the French that are so common in the US. &amp;nbsp;I thought all Frenchmen were rude and arrogant, wore berets and horizontally striped shirts, had thin mustaches, ate smelly cheese and carried around baguettes of bread. &amp;nbsp;I never really believed any of that was true, but I had no other images to replace them with.&amp;nbsp; Hence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tippingoz.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/french-stereotype.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tippingoz.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/french-stereotype.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Of all these, the only ones that turned out to be true were the bits about the cheese and the bread. &amp;nbsp;I'll&amp;nbsp;discuss all of them eventually, but the worst are the&amp;nbsp;first two.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They're mentioned&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;films, TV,&amp;nbsp;books, etc., always&amp;nbsp;with an air&amp;nbsp;of certainty&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;it,&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;it&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;cultural&amp;nbsp;trait&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;ubiquitus&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;the British&amp;nbsp;tendancy&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;politeness and tea-drinking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;common that I hear&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;the French&amp;nbsp;themselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many French people&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;bemoaned&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;rudeness&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;their own countrymen,&amp;nbsp; all&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;perfectly&amp;nbsp;polite&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;personable&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp; Now, either they stop being nice when I turn my back as part of some giant conspiracy of 'let's mess with the American by being nice to him, or the stereotype is simply, flat-out wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Where&amp;nbsp;did&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;impression&amp;nbsp;come from? After all, stereotypes&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;aren't&amp;nbsp;formed overnight,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;people. How&amp;nbsp;could &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; American&amp;nbsp;tourists&amp;nbsp;who have visited&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;last&amp;nbsp;half century or&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; wrong?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;When people visit France , they dont really visit FRANCE, they visit Paris. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, Parisians&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;reputation&amp;nbsp;in France much like New Yorkers in the US. &amp;nbsp;It's a big city, and people generally have a tendancy to be a bit taciturn with strangers. &amp;nbsp; Not only that, but when you are a tourist, your&amp;nbsp;primary&amp;nbsp;form&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;contact&amp;nbsp;with REAL&amp;nbsp;parisians&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;subway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;personnel&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;the Paris Metro&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;rush&amp;nbsp;hour&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;make even&amp;nbsp;affable Oklahomans&amp;nbsp;capable&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;growling&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;strangers, but it's not a permanent effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The French people I have met have&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;unfailingly&amp;nbsp;polite,&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;fault.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that's part of the problem, because that politeness results in greater formality.&amp;nbsp; This is more true of the older generations that of young people, but on average, the French do have a tendency towards formality.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes&amp;nbsp;it could be perceived as arrogance,&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;politeness can&amp;nbsp;seem&amp;nbsp;overly&amp;nbsp;formal. In&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;US,&amp;nbsp;formality&amp;nbsp;can come&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;arrogance&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;tend&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;equate&amp;nbsp;familiarity&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;friendliness. This&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;failing on our part any more than formality is a failing for the French!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;careful&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;cultures,&amp;nbsp;too&amp;nbsp;much familiarity&amp;nbsp; can&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;taken for&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;lack&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;respect.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Ironically,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;tend&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Frenh&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;arrogant&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp; mcuh more formal&amp;nbsp;than&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; tend&amp;nbsp;to think &lt;i&gt;US&lt;/i&gt; arrogant for EXACTLY THE SAME REASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457897131298777592-5808277683530200703?l=realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5808277683530200703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457897131298777592&amp;postID=5808277683530200703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/5808277683530200703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/5808277683530200703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/2012/01/myth-of-rude-frenchman.html' title='The Myth of the Rude Frenchman'/><author><name>Mark Houck</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109879707852776539440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1PoiOd-5Ow/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/M7uqElFw1Rw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457897131298777592.post-1077824893133981067</id><published>2011-12-29T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:10:11.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An American in Paris</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, I never imagined living anywhere but the good 'ole US of A.&amp;nbsp; I took Spanish in high school because I'd heard it was the easiest, and while I enjoyed my high school trip to Europe when I was 16, I never imagined I would actually live there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am living in suburb south of Paris, I have a job, and, what would be most impressive to my younger self, I speak French (passably)!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My primary work is in teaching English to businesspeople and university students.&amp;nbsp; (I also now teach Math and IT at the French branch of an American University.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has led me to meet a cross-section of French people, and invariably one of their first questions is, "What do you miss from home?"&amp;nbsp; Well, of course I miss my family (I do see them as often as we can all arrange!), but that's not really what they're asking about.&amp;nbsp; They want to know what I like about life in France, what I miss about life in the US, and what the differences are.&amp;nbsp; I usually tell them, "Well, I kind of miss Dr. Pepper when I'm here, and I miss Camembert when I'm there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have to explain what Dr. Pepper is, but then they laugh.&amp;nbsp; Then I add, "You know, in the US, quiche is considered 'fancy'."&amp;nbsp; They stare at me disbelievingly.&amp;nbsp; They refuse to believe.&amp;nbsp; They say, "But, it's just quiche!"&amp;nbsp; And I say "Yes, but it has a French name.&amp;nbsp; In the US, everything French has a fancy image about it.&amp;nbsp; You know you are in a fancy restaurant, or at least a restaurant that is trying to be fancy, when they serve quiche."&amp;nbsp; They laugh, and I think they usually don't believe me fully.&amp;nbsp; After all, in France quiche is...&amp;nbsp; well... it's just quiche!&amp;nbsp; We have it maybe once a week.&amp;nbsp; It's fast and easy to prepare.&amp;nbsp; There are thousands of variations, but the basic recipe is dead simple.&amp;nbsp; It's what you cook when you're too busy to do a real meal, so you whip together a quiche.&amp;nbsp; You cook it to use up leftover vegetables or meat.&amp;nbsp; It's comfort food.&amp;nbsp; It's like pizza to Italians or meatloaf to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like omelets?&amp;nbsp; Do you like pie?&amp;nbsp; How about an omelet pie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal?&amp;nbsp; Why do we think of quiche as a kind of fancy-shmancy thing?&amp;nbsp; I think it has to do with a flawed perception of French culture as elitist.&amp;nbsp; Do they have their 'elites'?&amp;nbsp; Sure, but they have their 'regular people' too.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure I know how to define those two groups reliably, but however you do it, France has both.&amp;nbsp; They're not trying to be fancy when they say something in French, they're just talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things I learned to cook here was quiche.&amp;nbsp; Here's the recipe I use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pre-made pie shell&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;About 2 cups of milk&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons instant mashed potatoes (optional: this is my own secret ingredient!&amp;nbsp; It makes the pie fluff up nicely)&lt;br /&gt;1 handful shredded cheese (I use 'Emmental', which sounds really fancy but is a very common type of&amp;nbsp; cheese here that you can buy pre-shredded at the store.&amp;nbsp; You could probably use Mozzarella or Cheddar and it would work fine.)&lt;br /&gt;2 slices ham, diced&lt;br /&gt;optional: salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack the eggs, add the milk, whisk in the flour and potato powder(you can use a fork), toss in the rest.&amp;nbsp; Unroll the pie crust into a standard 9-inch pie pan and dump the filling in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cook in the oven for 20 minutes at 425 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this there are countless variations.&amp;nbsp; The one I made today included 2 shredded carrots and a leek (A sort of giant green onion, found in the 'Fancy European Vegetable' section of your grocery store.&amp;nbsp; In France it's in the 'vegetable' section.)&amp;nbsp; Add a bit of milk if necessary so your mixture stays just a bit liquidy (this is a technical French cooking term). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd2m0FMzqoo/TwCqxd-vauI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PpRdgY2azX8/s1600/quiche_leek_carrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd2m0FMzqoo/TwCqxd-vauI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PpRdgY2azX8/s320/quiche_leek_carrot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bon appetit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457897131298777592-1077824893133981067?l=realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1077824893133981067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457897131298777592&amp;postID=1077824893133981067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/1077824893133981067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/1077824893133981067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/2011/12/american-in-paris.html' title='An American in Paris'/><author><name>Mark Houck</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109879707852776539440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1PoiOd-5Ow/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/M7uqElFw1Rw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd2m0FMzqoo/TwCqxd-vauI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PpRdgY2azX8/s72-c/quiche_leek_carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457897131298777592.post-6248744686226143603</id><published>2008-01-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:13:49.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quenelles a la Normande</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Servings: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation Time: 15 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Time: 20 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reheating: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cost: Affordable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Quenelles&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon corn starch&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons flour&lt;br /&gt;~2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion (~1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic (or more, to taste)&lt;br /&gt;4 slices of ham&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded emmental&lt;br /&gt;1 cup finely sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seasonings to taste:&lt;br /&gt;curry + touch of ginger&lt;br /&gt;crushed red pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mince onion and ham.&lt;br /&gt;2. Place quenelle into casserole dish.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat oil, garlic and seasonings in large skillet&lt;br /&gt;4. Add onions.  Saute until brown.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add ham.  Saute until slightly brown(crunchy if you like it!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Add mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;7. When mushrooms are cooked down, partially drain liquid directly onto quenelles, use rest of liquid to start bechamel.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cover ham mixture and put on low heat while doing bechamel.&lt;br /&gt;9. Add bechamel to ham mixture.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pour over quenelles.&lt;br /&gt;11. Top with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Cook in oven for 20 minutes 180C(~350F?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457897131298777592-6248744686226143603?l=realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6248744686226143603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457897131298777592&amp;postID=6248744686226143603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/6248744686226143603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/6248744686226143603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/2008/01/quenelles-la-normande.html' title='Quenelles a la Normande'/><author><name>Mark Houck</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109879707852776539440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1PoiOd-5Ow/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/M7uqElFw1Rw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457897131298777592.post-4049319380775090224</id><published>2007-11-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:12:28.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Velours de Mais Croquant et Jambon Fume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Servings: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation Time: 10 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Time: 15 min (longer is better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reheating: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cost: Affordable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans 300g of corn&lt;br /&gt;1 bouillon cube vegetable&lt;br /&gt;50g sliced (smoked) ham&lt;br /&gt;600ml warm water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 onion&lt;br /&gt;20cl condenced milk&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons flour&lt;br /&gt;20g butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peel and mince the onion.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drain and wash the corn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melt butter in pan.&lt;br /&gt;4. brown onion in butter&lt;br /&gt;5. add corn&lt;br /&gt;6. add flour... mix well to prevent lumps&lt;br /&gt;7. add warm water with boullion cube&lt;br /&gt;8. cook over medium heat for 10 min&lt;br /&gt;9. put contents of pan in a mixer&lt;br /&gt;10. add concentrated milk while mixing&lt;br /&gt;11. pour mixture through a fine strainer to remove corn skins&lt;br /&gt;12. serve in four bowls&lt;br /&gt;13. sprinkle finely sliced ham and serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457897131298777592-4049319380775090224?l=realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4049319380775090224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457897131298777592&amp;postID=4049319380775090224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/4049319380775090224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457897131298777592/posts/default/4049319380775090224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmeneatquiche.blogspot.com/2007/11/velours-de-mais-croquant-et-jambon-fume.html' title='Velours de Mais Croquant et Jambon Fume'/><author><name>Mark Houck</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109879707852776539440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f1PoiOd-5Ow/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/M7uqElFw1Rw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
