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fatigue, pies of summer

In my memories, the house was rather large. The red wooden shutters each dressed windows, opening onto stone facades. Around, a vast green garden (the small front garden was enough to play ping pong eating as tilleuil-aligning so large tables noisy-or give dramas (which I will be ) , while the bottom after the sandbox where sleeping peacefully in an old car iron, was an angry mark snakes and therefore prohibited for children-my grandmother valiant, yet there was hanging washing).

Summers were organized in the house with a rigor that I do not remember. Child, I was less concerned about the contents of the pantry as there was in my plate of what I recover nicely. Yet behind 5 brothers and sisters, sometimes more, were to feed, as well as many cousins cousins just as hungry for games outside the house offered by these fine days. Each had an established role and maintain for the smooth running holiday ...

I do not care as very sweet memories of those moments a little lost in my childhood in this small corner of Isere where I'm not really returned.

Upstairs, one room, called the dorm consisted of four beds, a wardrobe and a huge trunk. In the closet, it was stored with old library books rose: almost everything from the writings of the Comtesse de Segur I ate sitting on the steps of the terrace, or in my bed on nights when the storm made me tremble (as they may fear appearing in an old house brittle violent lightning).

I love these old books, yellowed pages on which the words may have felt -The lead characters have dug légèremet paper-thick cardboard covers, pretty pictures of Andre Pécoud , but also the delicacy of Madeleine and Camille (my favorite heroines with disobedient Sophie), fruit orchard bursting sun and swallowed the sly, walks in the park, dresses in white percale ...

To extend this feeling sometimes that the summer may also be a great season-not an exhibition of the most remote holiday-pies were prepared on Sunday. And it was all sunny in the house.

FETA PIE ZUCCHINI

for a mold of 20 cm in diameter, a lunch in a garden not ordianire

50g wheat flour

20g rolled oats

10g buckwheat flour

2c. tablespoon olive oil

1c. tablespoon poppy blue

water

Prepare the dough by sanding the flour, oatmeal and olive oil. Add water gradually (it takes about half a glass of water) and the poppy, forming a ball of dough that works well.

Spread in a greased pan and reserve.

Preheat oven gas mark 6-7.

Then, you must:

bio 2 zucchini (for grate with skin!) Not too big

of feta (large slice)

a handful of hazelnuts
pepper / chili espelette

Raper well washed zucchini into thin slices. Sewers in a Chinese to remove as much water (this is important, otherwise the pastry will be soggy and it might not be good). Season with pepper or chilli Espelette (Basisila and fees if you have available).

Garnish pie with grated zucchini by packing well. Divide the feta cheese cut into small cubes, then coarsely chopped hazelnuts.

Slide the oven for 30 min.

Cool on a rack for a moment, time to prepare a nice table in trees ...

OF THE PIE Ninni , RHUBARB AND GOAT
a picnic for two

(I used the same dough for two pies, but can be inspired by that of Ninnie , delicious too!)

3-4 branches rhubarb

2 good c. chopped fresh goat

5cl milk (soy here)

20g finely ground almonds

a drizzle of honey

Preheat oven gas mark 6-7.

Spread batter into prepared as above in a mold of the same diameter (or slightly larger and less tall edges, the gasket is thinner here)

Cut rhubarb into chunks and distribute them for regularly on the pastry base.

Mix milk, goat cheese and almonds, pour over the rhubarb. Drag the little honey before baking 35min.

Cool completely. The pie does well in cool night be assessed the next day ...

( Ninnie Thanks! )