LIFESTYLE
September 21, 2011
Serves 4 1 pound store-bought puff pastry, defrosted according to package directions Flour (for sprinkling) 3 cups ratatouille ½ cup pitted black olives 1 cup freshly grated Parmesan 1. Set the oven at 425 degrees. 2. Unfold the pastry sheet; it should be cold but pliable. If it cracks, let it defrost on the counter for 5 minutes and test it again. If it cracks along the fold, simply push the edges together and smooth them out with your fingers.
LIFESTYLE
September 12, 2010 | Adam Ried
As a kid I never much liked ratatouille, for two reasons. First, it tended to be mushy, and second, because I viewed it as a rush to use the last of the garden and farm-stand mainstays, and therefore as a sure sign that summer was over. As an adult doing the cooking, I know how to control the texture of the vegetables (and I’m not so keen on heat and humidity), so I welcome the quintessential end-of-summer dish. In a good ratatouille, the vegetables should retain a bit of texture – especially the eggplant and zucchini.
LIFESTYLE
July 14, 2010 | Beatrice Peltre, Globe Correspondent
Today is Bastille Day, the French national holiday, and since it’s a summer day off in France, people celebrate with a picnic or outdoor party before watching fireworks. Make ratatouille, the popular slow-simmered vegetable stew originally from the south of France. The dish glorifies summer produce and is easy to prepare for a crowd. Across France, most cooks have a recipe for ratatouille. I like to cook the main ingredients — eggplant, zucchini, and bell peppers — separately, then add tomatoes and herbs before simmering to blend the flavors and let the cooking juices...
LIFESTYLE
July 14, 2010
Serves 4 Olive oil (for the pan) 6 eggs 1 cup flour or 2/3 cup cornstarch 2/3 cup creme fraiche 1/2 cup whole milk 2/3 cup grated Comte or Gruyere cheese Salt and pepper 4 cups cooked ratatouille ...
TRAVEL
September 20, 2009 | Joe Ray, Globe Correspondent
LE PORGE, France - The stereotype for the countryside around Bordeaux as a stuffy spot with cufflinks and expensive wines goes down the drain in a whirl. Wiped out and wanting to set up camp in the light after a day of driving, I pull off the highway an hour west of the city and find a tiny campground on a canal running through the French farm country town of Lagruère. The restaurant that doubles as the campground office is empty, but the door is open. “Anybody home?