My Dearest food lovers. I remain in prison in Nice, awaiting sentence for truffle smuggling. My appeal has fallen on deaf ears it would appear although it would my truffle remains highly prized by La Randy Prison Gouveneur! Which naturally leads to a question about sprouts.
Sprouts Fanny, sprouts? Why oh why?
On what’s supposed to be the happiest day of the year, why do we have to sit with a steaming mash of stinking green sludge on the dinner table? We never eat them any other time of the year. By the smells emanating from our dog during The Queen’s Speech, he’s the only one in the family who eats them.
Can you let me know how to jazz them up a bit.
Ever since I was force fed them as a little boy I’ve had nightmares about the horrid little things. But all is not lost my dear.
For I have created a recipe that will have the whole family crying out for seconds.
Using a food processor, finely slice your sprouts and set aside.
Add a little olive oil to a hot pan and add some smoked diced bacon.
Fry until the bacon is crispy and remove from the pan.
Tip away any excess fat.
Add chopped shallots, half a glass of dry white wine to the sprouts and chuck in the frying pan.
Simmer for a few minutes then add a half pint of chicken stock.
Simmer for a further 6 minutes.
Stir in a tablespoon of creme fraiche, add the bacon and serve.
Delicious!
Les Miserables Fanny
More Fanny (with cookery tips!) can be found here! and here!
Maybe she could have a Food Network show from prison!
That would be a first!
… but worthy … including a cooking with truffles from prison holiday special.
Only if there was a strip search Frank
What kind of sprouts are we talking about? Bean sprouts, broccoli sprouts? That recipe would be good with lots of different things besides sprouts, like potatoes or as they are sometimes referred to in these parts, taters. Or green beans, maybe even peas but I’m not a huge fan of peas so I probably wouldn’t try it with peas.
I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Sounds like it Sandy!
Oh you heathens! How could you not have at least mentioned the great consistency of Okra. It can be cooked in its own slime. The aroma is out of – – – well – – – I think you already mentioned the dog and the Queen’s speach.
3 pm on Xmas Day the nation stops to listen to her ramblings. With only the whiff of sprout digestion in houses up and down the land.
I am distressed at Le Fanny’s incarceration as I was hoping to make a Christmas pilgrimage to see her. Do you think Le Geuveneur might allow me to spend half an hour with her?
Yes – he is a great beleiver in rehabilitation. And bribery.
I want to know where she smuggled them, I mean she looks like she’s just had a cavity search in which case I’m not eating her brussels (Mind you I might try her kebab – if she’s got one)
You are a brave man Sir!
Make them Brussel’s Sprouts and I think you have a winner recipe, Fanny! I think you’re on to something! You don’t look like someone who knows their way around the kitchen, but I think I may have misjudged you. So sorry.
Cheers Debra – Brussel sprouts are the devil’s work in my opinion!