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Thursday, 10 April 2014
Veggie Wednesday 6. Pissaladière.
France's border with Northern Italy means that certain national dishes resemble each other; a classic example being that of Pizza and Pissaladière.
In Italy's Liguria district, it is known as Pissaladina and includes Mozzarella cheese (rather like a Pizza), whereas here in France it contains just caramelised onions, anchovies, and black olives.
Pissaladière is a simple cheap peasant dish, best cooked in a pukka wood fired bread oven; which I don't possess. Mine (above) was cooked with the assistance of Monsieur Brandt.
Ideally I should have been sitting on the shaded terrace of a ramshackle bistro overlooking the clear waters of some secret Mediterranean calanque, sipping a glass of chilled Gewurztraminer. But, in fact, it was consumed chez moi with a splendid glass of rustic rouge..... Just as good really.
Pissaladière ingredients were: Bought pizza base, 6 medium sized onions, small tin of anchovies, and 6 'halved' black olives. Caramelising the sliced onions takes about 20 mins, but the rest is child's-play. I baked it for about 25 mins. It made enough for 2; I had half last night, and shall have the rest today.
p.s. My much admired (by me) pizza/pissaladière serving board has probably been used less than a dozen times, and last night I discovered a wretched crack running through it. Looks like I'll soon have to go through the whole lengthy process of making another one. Damn it!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!