La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France at the time. We chose it while on the road, moving house the first time round, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like we did and like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, after yet another stint in Ireland, we're back in France @ Le Mas d'Ayen

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Carrots in a Bechamel Sauce with Parsley

This will never win any culinary prizes, but it is one of these dishes that reminds me of my childhood. 
Why ? Well, my mumma used to make this for us whenever we felt poorly, it was served with rice and it was light enough to digest easily.

So last night I felt really awful and sick. What better way to get my appetite back than this simple dish.

Ingredients
  • 50 grs butter (I am sure my mum used sunflower oil instead of butter)
  • 50 grs flour
  • 300 ml liquid - milk, cream, cooking liquid of the carrots
  • parsey - the more the better or as much as you like, chopped
  • 6 carrots, peeled and sliced in discs (approx 3 mm tick)
  • Seasoning - salt, black pepper and nutmeg
Preparation
  • Cook the carrots in boiling salted water for 3 minutes, till al dente. Drain and keep some of the liquid for the sauce if you so wish.
  • Please tell me I don't have to write down how to make a white sauce - make a white sauce with the butter, flour and liquid.
  • Add parsey, seasoning and the carrots.
  • Heat through, et voilà, it's ready.

What did your mother cook for you, when you felt poorly ? That's what I'd like to know.

Patricia xxx...x
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  1. MyriamC10:06 pm

    I don't remember having ever had something special when I felt sick. My mom wasn't a good cook. In fact she hated to cook!

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