So the holidays have come and gone and I’ve taken some much-needed time off to try to reinvent myself and my food. While I will always stick true to my roots, sometimes it’s nice to make something a little more special. For me, it has to be my version of beef wellington. While it may seem fancy or too daunting to tackle in your kitchen; I assure you, this dish is just a matter of a few steps and a guaranteed crowd pleaser. Moreover, it has that “throwback”, “retro” vibe that I love in cooking. Granted, some of those recipes need to stay back in 1962…like jello salad. Let’s get cooking!
Now that the frigid cold has arrived, I felt the need to cook a dish that would rid me of the windy city chill. So, for me, it has to be my chicken pot pie with a bacon pie crust. This dish encompasses everything that I would run to in moments when I need something that warms me to the bone.
My second night in Paris~
So I must say, that there is an overwhelming sense to literally try everything in sight while in Paris; however, you must be smart about it and go with what the locals are saying. On my second night in Paris, I wanted to go to something far away from our hotel and force us to dive further into the city. So, when I came across a restaurant full of curb appeal by the name of “La Jacobine” and read the local reviews; it was a no-brainer. This restaurant is hidden off of a small, cobble-stone street in a narrow alleyway and it was worth the little treasure hunt we were on to find it. Right when you walk in, you’re immediately greeted and ushered to a table. One of my missions-when in France-was to try the onion soup at literally every establishment we visited that had it on their menu. The night at “La Jacobine” was no exception. We started with a bottle of their Cotes du Rhone and I immediately ordered their onion soup, of course. When it came out all blistered and bubbly, it seemed like madness to let it cool off before I dove in. The base-which I assume was demi-was like velvet on the tongue and was one of the better onion soups I had amidst my stay in France. Continue reading My Second Night In Paris