Â I didn’t write about my New Year’s Eve due to, well, a hang over. I know better than to mix champagne, white wine and red wine but I did it anyway. My husband had one glass of champagne and white wine only and did fine. He always says you can mix red and white if you start with white wine and then move on to red, but never return to the white.
Â Well, what can I say.
Â When we arrived at the apartment of our American friends we were presented with kir royals, a really great celebratory drink. Our friends are from Louisiana and they had visitors also from there. I really love their accents, especially of the one man who introduced himself as Frank Mouton-and he pronounced his last name as the French do. Mouton is a very old French name and he can trace his ancestry back to France as could my friend (it also means sheep in French). As the evening went on he would say old Louisiana sayings, Cajun sayings, in French and Maurice could understand him perfectly even though the French has really changed over the centuries. I could too. I loved hearing it in a Cajun accent. They talked about the Creole French as well, a totally different thing. I don’t have a Texas accent, even though I was born there-I was raised in the Southwest-but, I can do one. So they had me do my Texas accent and there was really a difference. Things like that facinate me.
Â Our dinner was fabulous. We started with pate, plain foie gras and one with black mushrooms in it. Choucroute is out for sale now, being a great meal to have on those cold winter nights. Maurice and I buy it occasionally but all I ever do is just microwave it. It is ham, sausages of different kinds, potatoes and sauerkraut. I did once cook the sauerkraut in some white wine which gussied it up and tasted great. My friend added wine and, I think, some chicken bouillon, added the meat, some hot dogs, some slices of apple and potatoes and then baked it as a casserole for hours. It was really tasty. If I get the recipe, I will post it here. It was Cajun Choucroute, really. Her husband bought a fabulous white wine from Alsace to go with it and it was perfect. We had a salad, forgot all about the cheese, and then ended with a galette du Roi, a King cake, with a little prize baked inside. The one finding it gets to wear a crown. My new Cajun male friend won it.
Â There were two French people there: my husband and the husband of a friend. I saw them, a couple of times, sitting there quietly like I do when everyone else is French. The daughter of the Louisiana couple was here in France teaching English in a very small town, which I thought was really brave of her, right out of college.
Â So it was a great way to bring in the New Year, hang over or not. I like celebrating things like that with friends.