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You chose well sir. She's a keeper.
What's this French bug please OcUK?
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You chose well sir. She's a keeper.
Oh I found that out very early.
A few weeks after we met, I’d given her a key to my house, as a first step into gently persuading her to move in with me.
I came home one evening, and she’d been there for a few hours, bubbling up a bouillabaisse, but it was a bouillabaisse the like of which I’d never tasted before.
I thought my old mum was the world champion at bouillabaisse and cassoulets, but my “keeper” had deviated from the normal recipe ingredient of strips of orange peel, and substituted one of grapefruit peel, and a couple of mandarin peel.
She’d also added a few scallops, which I’d never seen in a bouillabaisse before, it was usually clams, crab claws, monkfish, mussels and mullet, but mum had never used scallops.
I knew then that I’d finally picked a winner, and a month later, we went to my mother’s place, and she cooked it again.
My mum said, “If you don’t nail this one down, you’re a bigger mug than you look.”
Soldato
I totally hate you now, you lucky lucky bar steward
One of my favourite dishes ever. Have only ever found pale imitations here. Last decent one was when mum was still alive to make it. I'd do it myself but wife and girls don't really do fish so I'd be eating it for days on end.My first was 30 odd years ago in a restaurant in the town of Versailles when mum took me and my brother there after we'd done the tourist trek round the palace. The place was seriously posh: all the other customers were in suits or Army officer uniforms. I think us pleb anglais were only allowed in for amusement, but they really warmed to us once the second bottle of wine was being drunk and we were clearly in rapture over the food.
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I totally hate you now, you lucky lucky bar steward
My first was 30 odd years ago in a restaurant in the town of Versailles when mum took me and my brother there after we'd done the tourist trek round the palace. The place was seriously posh: all the other customers were in suits or Army officer uniforms. I think us pleb anglais were only allowed in for amusement, but they really warmed to us once the second bottle of wine was being drunk and we were clearly in rapture over the food.
Peter, you’re a long way from here, but if you ever find yourself on the South side of Tower Bridge, check out Casse-Croûte, a tiny bistro in Bermondsey Street, SE1 3XB, they don’t have bouillabaisse every day, but they have an ever changing menu, it’s un petit peu de Paris in South London, bonne chance.
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looks like a forest cockroach, we get them in switzerland.
usually find one in the apartment every few weeks during the summer
They are different to regular cockroaches and can't survive in a home for long
Never had one on me, nor been bitten by one though, they usually crawl out of somewhere when I'm hoovering or washing the parquet flooring.
If you get the same insects etc as switzerland there are bigger things to be scared of... like giant hornets and tiger mosquitos (thanks italy... seems to be where all the asian insects and bugs enter europe from)
usually find one in the apartment every few weeks during the summer
They are different to regular cockroaches and can't survive in a home for long
Never had one on me, nor been bitten by one though, they usually crawl out of somewhere when I'm hoovering or washing the parquet flooring.
If you get the same insects etc as switzerland there are bigger things to be scared of... like giant hornets and tiger mosquitos (thanks italy... seems to be where all the asian insects and bugs enter europe from)
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