A Taste of Home...

On Sunday night I cooked dinner for my flatmates and friends Halley, Judith, Gena and Anisha. It's a 6 week-old tradition that every Sunday one of us cooks a meal that represents our home region. Anisha, who is of Indian desent, cooked butter chicken last week. The week before, Nils made a dish called Konigsberger klopse (German meatballs "from Konigsberg"). Before that, Judith made beef stroganoff. I decided to make tourtiere. I figured it was the most French Canadian dish I could do, the one I know how to do best, and the one that everybody would like. And they did! What did I make for desert? Sucre a la creme, of course. So after making two trial tourtieres on Wednesday and Thursday of that week, only to have them devoured by Nils and Marco in one day each, I figured that they were gonna be a hit on Sunday. I made sucre a la creme on the stove, the old fashioned way I suppose, in part because my microwave broke (it has now been replaced) but also in part because it felt more traditional. That also turned out well, although I made too much and the girls could only eat so much sweetness. We had a great dinner, appropriately accompanied by the music of Beau Dommage, and it was a welcomed break from the constant reading, writing and running around of the last previous weeks. I think Gena has pictures of the night (she's a shutter-bug), so I'll see if I can get her to send them to me and I'll post them here. It was quite the sight to see two Germans, an Austrian and three Americans eating tourtiere and sucre a la creme while listening to Beau Dommage...