Monday we headed off to the 6th to see a Cezanne exhibit about his time in Paris. Much of the exhibit focused on work he had done on the tributaries of the Seine, the Oise and the Marne. Paris did not fit his temperment ... Provence is where he bloomed. But is was here in Paris where he had to sell.
We cooked in on Tuesday, and I took on that massive frisée I had purchased at market on Saturday. Remember that?
The recipe called for bacon, but all I could find was lardons ...
The recipe was titled Warm Chicken and Frisée Salad with Bacon Vinaigrette
Using the remains of the poulet roti from Sunday's market, I went to work in the kitchen.
I had Isabelle Boulay playing on the iPad, and a glass of vin blanc. Life is good