
The beans were frozen ones, and they were beautiful. I cooked them in boiling salted water. When they were done, I sauteed some mushrooms in butter and tossed the beans in with them. Meanwhile, I had already cooked a few potatoes in the boiling water, and then I just put them in a low oven to continue cooking and to brown a little bit while I cooked the steak and beans on top of the stove.
Much ado about nothing, really, but we don't eat beefsteak that often and this was really good. It reminded me of food you would get in a Paris café on a cold winter's day. With it we had some good Cabernet Franc red wine from the co-op (disambiguating the spelling, Claude!) in Saint-Romain. And some bread. It turned out to be a very typical French meal, I thought. One of the great pleasures of living in France is the food.
I am stranded at the Kansas City airport, and now I am also hungry.
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