Or, How them evil homosekshuls are destroying Western civilization, one meal at a time.
Your Head Trucker has just returned from a visit with his best friend M.P. and a week of good food, good company, and good cheer, with some guidance from our beloved Julia Child, as shown.
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| La table de fête, all set for Mardi Gras with lace and beads and glitter - naturellement! |
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| Notice the perfect fleur-de-lys napkin folds that M.P. cleverly devised. |
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| Masks and beads make the fireplace festive too. |
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| Above and below, crepes filled with julienned ham and asiago cheese, covered with Hollandaise sauce; at the side, wilted baby spinach leaves with bacon and chopped sauteed onions. |
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| Above and below, fresh hot beignets, just as yummy and irresistible as those from the French Market in the Vieux Carré. |
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| Evening photos of the table, with masks M.P. made. |
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| Candlelight always adds a lovely, festive glow to the evening. |
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| Crunchy fried eggplant, a Southern delicacy - cooked up by your Head Trucker, as it takes no particular culinary skill. |
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| Baked onions stuffed with rice and Parmesan cheese - so sweet and tender. |
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| The main course: Boeuf en Daube à la Provençale - top round larded with pork fat, braised in a thick sauce of red wine, beef stock, dark roux, scallions, tomatoes, and herbes de Provençe. Melt-in-your-mouth good. I tell you what. |
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| Fresh out of the oven, M.P.'s perfect croissants, made entirely from scratch - flaky, crunchy, and buttery, far better than anything you can buy in stores. |
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| Above and below: a King Cake, made from featherbed biscuit dough, was of course the pièce de résistance, drizzled with melted butter - oh my! |
So with plenty of good food, good wine, Marlboros, and music, we had a fine time - couldn't have been better if we were in Jackson Square or on the Champs-Élysées. And when the day's work is done, is that not the point of living - to savor and
enjoy it?
