For my last day in Geneva, we had lunch at the in-laws and I
requested home-made roesti, which is like a large round hash brown with larger
cut potatoes (or a giant latke). She used raw potatoes unlike the recipes I had looked up which called for day-old boiled potatoes.
The result was divine, the cakes were crisp and perfectly seasoned (salt, no
pepper).
I also had foie gras not once but twice, on toast at Brasserie Lipp, one
of my favorite restaurants there, and again over salad at Café Lyrique, across
the opera house, a restaurant I had often seen but never ventured into. The
Café boasts a pretty vaulted ceiling in its main dining room and is worth a
visit. It is much more laid back that Lipp which is constantly packed, and has
a laid-back, old-world feel to it, reminiscent of a Viennese café.
My first breakfast in the Philippines about thirty hours later was native sausage with rice and fried
egg. My husband cannot ingest anything upon waking up, least of all an egg,
which I still find strange. He would rather have a smiley cake like these you can find at the mall.
My aunt has suggested I make a French dinner for six at her
place this week, so today I checked out the produce at the supermarket and
there was no duck or veal! I had thought of making a veal dish (lighter than
beef) or perhaps duck. There was, on the other hand, a large array of different
fish, but I wasn’t familiar with the names of any of them though some looked
familiar… so maybe a Filipino version of Bouillabaisse is in order!
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