In the Northern part of Italy, Summer has been very cruel: rain, rain and rainy days. September has come with sunny and warm days. So, why not talking about a typical summer dish? Caprese. Caprese is a dish made of mozzarella, tomatoe and fresh basil, as everyone knows. We would like to offer you a new proposal: tomatoes bavarese, mozzarella and small focacce. Follow the recipe and let us know.
I live in the countryside since 1 year, and it presents some advantages: health on first. But there is nothing better than gather some fresh ingredients from the kitchen garden almost every day, to prepare a sauce. Here is a special summer pesto, prepared with the ingredients coming from our kitchen garden, that works perfect for a long pasta shape. The best.
Making ice cream and pies are 2 of my favorite things. I wanted to create a fresh, summer tart but without fruits or berries. So I decided to pour in a pastry or cookies shell my favourite ice cream. Thanks to friends who have given us some fresh basil, I prepared the ice cream I did last summer. Here is the result. Here the link for basil ice cream recipe. To get 29 ounces ice cream as you need in this post, please double the ingredients in the recipe.
Here’s how to really enjoy the true taste of summer: home made ice cream without ice cream maker! Only the finest ingredients including fresh cream and eggs. I have thought to a classic recipe for the most popular flavor of ice cream, vanilla, together with the scent of basil….. To taste and share…….
The other evening we were looking through the pictures we took a few years ago in Paris. Seeing those images brings back those moments made of never ending walks in search of hidden corners, breathing the air with the perfume of croissants and baguette. In those November mornings, we were enjoying our “petit-déjéuner” sat at the table of some little café, the map of the city open in front of us, planning our days between a visit to the Beaubourg, a dinner in a newly discovered restaurant and a quick stop at Fauchon to immerse ourselves in the never ending gourmandises. I smile while I think at the millions of things I would have liked to buy at the market of Montmatre, at the kilometres we did in order to find the right vintage clothes boutique, at the splendid views and lights of the Champs Elysées. The final photos show us sat at the table of a bistrot of Marais, tired but happy of what we bought. How many things we saw, how many memories …