French Week Comes to a Tasty End


Sadly, French week at Chez Fouquet has come to an end. Monsieur Fouquet has eaten well.

In my efforts to be creative and, truth be told, make menu planning more fun, I decided we would have a meal theme each week. It’s made the task of what to eat for the week much more adventurous. It’s also become more a chemistry experiment as well, since we are gluten and dairy free. Monsieur Fouquet didn’t plan to be gluten and dairy free, but he has discovered the path to his heart is through his gluten and dairy free stomach.

Our first week of the New Year was Mexican week featuring Beef Taco Bake and Skillet Beef Enchiladas. Both meals yielded yummy leftovers which were perfect for the cold, stormy weather we were having. Plus, after all the cooking I did for the holidays, it was a nice reprieve to not have to cook every night.

I’ve been wanting to make a gluten-free French Apple Tart, so it only made sense to have French week. My only real experience with real French cuisine was at a wedding in France several years ago. The groom is French. The wedding was at a beautiful 16th century chateau, with classic French cuisine (yes, foie gras) paired with the appropriate wines. It was exquisite.

I opted for a week of more humble faire: Pot-Au-Feh, French-Style Pot-Roasted Pork Loin with Marsala and Mushrooms, and [goat cheese] Cheese Souffle. The French Apple Tart was a lot of fun to make. Monsieur Fouquet enjoyed two pieces a day. Needless to say, it did not last the week. I can say with all humility, I have finally conquered the gluten-free pastry, thanks to America’s Test Kitchen!

Asian week begins today! I am re-working some of my 40-year old, authentic Japanese recipes from the Issei (first-generation) women at the United Methodist Church of West L.A. Slow-Cooker Vegetarian Pho, a staple in Vietnamese homes, will be a totally new recipe we’re trying.

America’s greatness is rooted in our diversity. All of us, except for the Native Peoples, have come from somewhere else. We brought our foods and customs. Some were adapted. Some were adopted. All are woven into the fabric that is American.

And lest we forget, we ALL have a seat at God’s table.

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