Mes chers amis! (All the French I know comes from what I picked up from Julia Child’s autobiography.)
Today we’re going to be a wee bit fancy. I mean it–there aren’t even any yoga pants in sight around here. Just the little luxuries that are sandalwood candles, fresh laundry, an awesome soundtrack and cheesy snacks.
That last thing… It might be my very favorite thing.
Gougeres are just one of many uses of the eggy wonder that is choux pastry. It’s the same dough we use for profiteroles/cream puffs, except that instead of baking, then filling them, we add cheese and herbs right in, pipe them smaller, and let them get all puffy and wonderful. In fact, if you’ve ever wanted to give cream puffs a try, this would be a good practice run. An opportunity to test the waters. (And the butters, and the flours–hey-o!)
The end result? Bite-size puffs with a chewy, airy, eggy middle, dotted with salty, pungent (in the good way) gorgonzola cheese that oozes out onto the surface to leave those heavenly, brown, crunchy melted-and-cooled-cheese spots. The chives are there for a touch of oniony greenery. I think it’s nice.
Posted in Appetizer, Baking, Entertaining, Vegetarian
Tagged blue cheese, cheese, cheese puffs, chives, eggs, French, gorgonzola, gougeres, herbs, pastries, savory pastries
Pop quiz! You know what’s wack?
Right now, it’s 37 degrees in Juneau. Here? 19. I don’t know what is going on, but my guess is that Alaska is some kind of witch. I’m onto you, Alaska. If I weren’t so busy staying very still under this pile of blankets, I’d getcha good.
Yeah… It’s cold. Really cold.
In other news, I am such a big baby. What’s wack in YOUR world? I want to know, because complaining about the weather is majorly boring and I’m being majorly boring. So, tell me. We can all be in this together… And then we should eat soup.
Posted in Fall, Main courses, Soup, Winter
Tagged Bread, cheese, comfort food, croutons, French, gruyere, onion, soup
Here’s why you might not want to invite me to parties. Reason #558,432. You see, a dear friend’s cousin recently started selling something that requires get-togethers where there are lots of ladies and hors d’oeuvres and chit chat and small talk and OH MY GOD we hate our skin and how can we fix it? There was even a form to fill out, and naturally, I was a big old disobedient weirdo about it.
“What are your skin care concerns? Check: aging, acne, PMS, currently dieting, freckles, other.”
Yours truly scribbles in, “Other: bird flu.”
“If you had a magic wand and could change just one thing about your skin, what would it be?”
“I wanna glow in the dark.”
These things are always hysterical in my head, and my head only. But, reason #1 (I’m starting the list now) you might actually want me at your party: I may bring this.