An unlikely meeting of distance food cultures...

This afternoon we took a walk with the dogs around the lake at La Jamaye. The Images have a lovely dog, called Tilly, a Labrador crossed with something like a Doberman; and we were joined by a couple of friends and their dogs.

We came home and set about making empanadas, which are little pies (like a mini Cornish pasty) that hail from South America, from a recipe in the Moro Cookbook. They are encased in a dough that is rather like pastry, but which uses strong glutenous flour so is much more forgiving to work with and they are rolled in polenta before being baked to give them a crispy exterior. Perhaps four or five would have made a fine meal but they were so moreish that it was hard to know when to stop. One half had a filling of pork mince, cooked down with chilli and tomatoes and the other half had butternut squash, diced small and sautéed with oodles of sage and thyme.

Afterwards we flambeed crepes with orange butter and Cointreau to make the classic French dessert crepe Suzette, this was appropriate, we thought, since Candlemas was approaching, which in France is celebrated (partly) by the eating of crepes.

Lunch: Guinea fowl soup Dinner: Empanadas, from the Moro Cookbook, one set filled with pork ragu and another set filled with sautéed butternut squash—crepe suzette to follow.

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