We don’t go out to eat much here unless we’re traveling, but upon going through some old photos I realized that I have evidence that we still eat pretty well.
Goulash and knödeln, courtesy of Martin:
Sunday nights sometimes bring us to desperate measures. We got into a bad cycle of running out of groceries on Sundays (which is when everything is closed here) and so we end up eating something weird/sad for dinner. This is how I ended up making my first (and last) tuna casserole. But these Moroccan-spiced eggplant halves were a bit better:
A few weeks ago we went to our friend Marion’s house for an authentic French dinner. She takes much better photos than I do, which you can see here. Pictured below are fried potatoes (which also had bleu cheese sauce), crepes (which I helped make!) and French wine (which I helped drink!).
And for when you want some Americana but you’re not really feelin’ the tuna casserole, there is always these cookies, courtesy of the New York Times. They don’t have sticky brown sugar here, but the cookies all got eaten, so I guess I can get by without it. There’s still enough butter in them to take a few years off your life.
I can’t post about these cookies without sharing this video about the American pro-cookie agenda.