Lover of food and the eating experience.
In my attempts to become more French, I invited my first French friends in Blois over for dinner. A real, homemade dinner. Made by none other than moi.
I'll wait for the laughter to subside and the disbelief to dissist. Because it happened, and I have proof.
Was I freaking out? Noo. [Yes, terribly, but no one was going to know it!]
It started with my shopping excursion. Cheddar cheese does not exist, despite France being known for cheese. What is tomato paste? Your guess as good as mine. Why is the flour not with the baking ingredients? What are oats in French...and so on.
I then proceed to cook non-stop for a little under four hours, timing everything perfectly for my guests' prompt 7:30 PM arrival. That's right. I, Alaa, was on time.
My dinner guests were not. ONE HOUR LATER, and my tardy friends appeared for dinner. Ugh, the French.
The menu?
Lentil Soup
Macaroni and Cheese
Stuffed Eggplant
Salad
Apple Crisp
Luckily the food turned out better than the pictures and there were no leftovers, which I'm taking as a good thing.
Happy and fed dinner guests (minus Emily who insisted on taking the picture) about to have some tisain and dessert:
First cooking experience/French dinner party. Success!
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