For my birthday this past weekend I took a trip to Hendersonville, NC to do nothing but cook, write, and just relax. One of my favorite recipes I worked on developing while up there was this simple but perfect little egg number.
Eggs en cocotte is an old French breakfast dish of eggs baked in cocottes or more commonly, ramekins. One of the most fun parts is that you can have all manner of goodies tucked underneath the eggs such as caramelized onions, mushroom duxelle, meat, or cheese. I like to keep it simple with just some proscuitto. But the sky truly is the limit here.
Lately my life has been about the hunt for convenience. Between a new job, studying for my second licensing exam for my new job, housework, and making more time for the gym I need grab and go food anywhere I can get it.
That being said one of my biggest weaknesses going about my day is making sure I eat breakfast, let alone a balanced one.
Enter: frittata muffins. It’s so simple it’s genius and stupid at the same time. All you do is cook off some veggies/meat, mix it with eggs and cheese, and then pour into cupcake tins and bake. I’m kinda kicking myself I didn’t do it sooner.
For my cupcake tin’s maiden voyage I decided to go with turkey sausage and a vaguely French inspired veggie mix and spinach, (see the previously mentioned attempt at being healthier), and some mascarpone and parmesan because we love ourselves.
You ever look at something and think, “why can’t you be pizza?” That’s essentially what happened with this dish. I wanted to take a classic French-inspired cheese course and make it a little more fun and approachable.
I topped the pizza crust off with caramelized shallots and thyme, mozzarella, boursin, brie, chèvre, and a rosemary red wine reduction. The end result was creamy, tangy, fun enough to go back for more, and fancy enough to make you feel like wearing a monocle. This would make a killer appetizer for a dinner or cocktail party. Continue reading “Cheese Course Pizza”→
This year for Thanksgiving my boyfriend went over to his parents’ house. Instead of the usual turkey there was a giant and too delicious for words ham. Normally I am not a big ham eater. I can’t put my finger on why, it just never really appealed to me. But this ham, oh man this ham. It was so juicy and sweet and I could not get enough.