for me it’s “français romantique ” when i see an American man take home a baguette.
this whole French bread thing of mine began when i was seventeen. i spied the “pièce de résistance” of French “take out” with my very own eyes when taking the train to and from Paris during a summer study program at The University of Paris at Nanterre.
in Seattle, if we wanted french bread, we would buy it via Gai’s bakery at the local supermarket. never was it warm. . . . and the baguette (wand) shape was “not an option”. my grandmother always had a loaf of Gai’s french bread on hand . . . mainly to take a dip in or mop up her signature sauce.
( i know . . . crazy about the map! )
i am grateful that one no longer needs to live in a chic American neighborhood with an upscale boulangerie to have access to this fresh interpretation of French magic! my warm memory awaits for the taking . . . on the road home!
ironically, all of our favorite recipes are suitable for the Lenten season, so it’s a perfect time to share some of my “FBoF” grace notes. this is a new recipe for shrimp scampi toast from A Communal Table where it is paired with a Chardonnay!
there ‘s Rhee’s bruchetta and . . .
Christine’s . . . i call them . . . cheesy (i love artichokes and a movie) baguette bites.
lastly, Ina’s recipe for basic toast is perfect for dipping (a -maz -ing with hummus) and piling ( when we hit the i’m not cooking tonight, market cheese and tapenade bar)
santé ! ! !
favorite blank canvas!
to saturday morning, just one more bite, with pb&j or Nutella!
to the sunday sweet French “toast” to a new week ahead!
a baguette . . . a bouquet . . . a bottle . . .
a simple prelude to a sweet and savory weekend symphony . . .
a standing “o”. . .
strike it, maestro!
w / L