Dessert time! It hits the cherry.

[Madame Frottage]

Everyone knows French food is the best cuisine, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't share my favourite cherry clafoutis recipe.

You know those desserts that make you think of home? Sitting in the parlour, mama baking dessert while papa plays Allouette on the accordion.

And what is mama cooking except cherry clafoutis.

There's no cutting corners in a good Quebecois homestead. We make everything from scratch, even the custard is curdled with pure Frottage dairy. The crust you prepare the night before, lard, butter (real not margerine), sugar, flour, yeast, create a ball, wrap and set to chill. Meanwhile, the cherries (I like black Bordeaux) are marinated in red syrup and vermouth, chilled in the fridge. The next day, pull that chilled ball out, and set in a ribbed clafoutis dish and flatten down, you can even put a brick on top for a few hours. Now you prepare the custard... whisk together 4 eggs and 2 cups fresh milk, a 3rd of sugar and a touch of nutmeg and vanilla. This will take some effort, eventually though the mix starts to become stiff. You might get a cramp at this point, but don't be lazy. Then just pour that custardy goop into the crush mold, and then take those cherries and pop them in...une, deux, trois....etc. and voila. Pop it an old fashioned cast iron oven, and in a matter hours...manifique! Clafoutis so delicious the Virgin herself would come down from the Heavens and taste that cherry goodness.

[MitzaLizalor]

I'm reluctant to look up "clafoutis" being unsure aware what its language is capable of so will take your word for it. Perhaps this is a cultural difference: why would you use butter and lard rather than 100% suet? I can recommend baked treacle suet dumplings served with home made clotted cream, NOT MASCARPONE which is a foreign foodstuff unnecessarily mucked about with, accompanied by a pot of freshly made English tea.

[Madame Frottage]

Why would we use suet, porquois? We are Quebecois, not pigs. Lard is more appropriate than the Lord.

[MitzaLizalor]

Because cream is made from cows.

[Isabella White]

Everyone knows French food is the best cuisine [assorted distorted statements removed because truth prevails!]

There's no cutting corners ... pull that chilled ball out, and set in a ribbed clafoutis dish and flatten down, you can even put a brick on top for a few hours. Now you prepare the custard... , and then take those cherries and pop them in.

My goodness, Mrs. Frottage: You most certainly have outdone yourself here: custard, cherries and a baked brick to ruin my partial— what's not to love? Now, look and listen: get one thing straight here. In this Ladies' corner of , we feature ONLY the tried-and-true favorites — food and delicacies that our forefathers and foremothers would have enjoyed. None of this Frenchie stuff for us!

To inspire you, and to put you on the right path, I suggest that you learn how to prepare dishes such as this:



Or, this! I cannot imagine anybody not liking a Coca-Cola Jello Salad! (Recipe follows.)

https://houseofnasheats.com/coca-cola-jello-salad/

[MitzaLizalor]

Another one I haven't seen for a while is coca-cola in a knickerbocker glory glass with one or two scoops of vanilla ice cream floating, drizzled all over with raspberry syrup. (Which mixes with the ice cream and runs down the inside of the glass.)

ALWAYS AVOID MASCARPONE and another disaster called CHANTILLY CREAM.

Bearing that in mind, here is a lovely dessert comprising:

Strawberries
.Raspberries
..Mulberries [option]
...Whortleberries (small, wild)
....Banana [option]
.....Whipped Cream
......Meringue

Method:

Crunch generally together.
Serve in a heap.
Purists would not garnish with a mint leaf, but it is possible.

[Madame Frottage]

Another one I haven't seen for a while is coca-cola in a knickerbocker glory glass

Is this an American thing? As his Majesty's subject I only eat healthy foods.

[MitzaLizalor]

It dies contain healthy ingredients and "clotted cream" could be substituted, as could ice cream I suppose, among heretics. Sadly, with respect to your concern, Charlie will not remember this from his schooldays – but on a brighter note, William, his son and heir apparent, will be familiar with the dessert.

It puzzles me though how you can be a subject of the Canadian king while beholden to the Rome his throne repudiates?

Song of Solomon 1:7

[Madame Frottage]

Canada is very strange like that I agree. I've been tempted to move to St. Pierre and Miquelon and become a naturalized French citizen. Especially when my family is prone is dying off and there's little holding me back. There is a most delicious quiche cafe there when I visited though it's run by a couple of finnochios.I also find Pope Leo sizzling hot.

[MitzaLizalor]

I don't know why you'd want to go there when pleasant grazing, together with roast lamb, is available on the Falkland Islands (or New Zealand, for that matter) and sensible topics are discussed. I understand that food otherwise is mostly sensible, too. As far as the cafe you mentioned, the fact that they serve quiche would be enough to alert Christians, albeit not Episcopalians, so further information is unnecessary. However there's another important factor where Francophones are concerned, namely clothing.

Zephaniah 1:8 And it shall come to pass in the day of the LORD'S sacrifice, that I will punish the princes, and the king's children, and all such as are clothed with strange apparel.

Three categories are delineated: 1. Princes 2. Royal progeny (other than princes) and 3. Any person ("all" highlighted) wearing strange apparel. Five minutes in Paris demonstrates what that signifies and I have no reason to think Saint Pierre and Miquelon would be different. Paris, however, has more to answer for than that.

• SPOUSAGE

Gentlemen walking around Paris—and no doubt Marseilles, Grenoble or Rue de la Roncière on your island—are liable to encounter strange females done up like pineapples and become fascinated. Why should that be? Similarly, les hommes français, whether on the home turf or swanning around on islands, exude a certain charm seeming to captivate the weak-willed for some enigmatic reason, as if the fumes of French tobacco and garlic oil weren't sufficient to put one off. Weird clothing and unusual mannerisms notwithstanding, to "hook up" is the prime objective, leading to whatever the French equivalent of marriage is, an outcome as disastrous in the modern era as it was for King Solomon, all those years ago.

Nehemiah 13:25, 26 [God speaking] I contended with them, and cursed them, and smote certain of them, and plucked off their hair, and made them swear by God, saying, Ye shall not give your daughters unto their sons, nor take their daughters unto your sons, or for yourselves.

Did not Solomon king of Israel sin by these things? yet among many nations was there no king like him, who was beloved of his God, and God made him king over all Israel: nevertheless even him did outlandish women cause to sin.

[Madame Frottage]

Please Mademoiselle Lizalor, don't say grazing. I'm a cow, or a pig. Nor do I dress like an anana, merci.

[MitzaLizalor]

Yes. I see. The grazing is for the sheeps one subsequently eats. Falkland beef, or bœuf, is a thing; I don't know about New Zealand but I think they make butter. Pineapples are another matter.

Les ananas, as you would say, being of vibrant appearance, represent a general style of clothing better representing Parisian fashion than peahens, say, or lizards. Certain bohemian types may well do up their hair with green dreadlocks bunched on top of tan and yellow sculpted sides cut short. Does it look ridiculous? Yes. Is there any doubt what's being advertised? No. Hence the spiralling temptation presented to young men. God anticipated this quite well:

Proverbs 5:3; 7:11-12; 9:14-17 The lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil . . . She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house: now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner . . . she sitteth at the door of her house, on a seat in the high places of the city, to call passengers who go right on their ways: whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: and as for him that wanteth understanding, she saith to him, Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

That is not a reference to almond bread and champagne (I can hardly imagine a worse combination) but her fashion sense is guaranteed to equal the murmurings of her counterpart: less pineapple, more peacock in his case: repellent in every detail to those whom Christ has delivered.

At this stage I have not looked up "cherry clafoutis" and because of its cultural setting am very unlikely to do so. A lovely roast dinner, baked suet roly poly to follow, what could be better than that?