Sixty years ago, the English writer GK Chesterton wrote, `If an Englishman has understood a Frenchman, he has understood the most foreign of foreigners. The nation that is nearest is now the furthest away.' We even choose to measure the distance between differently . . . for us it's miles . . . for them kilometers. We tend to think of them as arrogant individuals wearing berets, with ropes of garlic hanging around their necks . . . and they think of us as being rather "toffee-nosed" and "tasteless" . . . capable only of cooking a good roast beef!!
Our relationship has always been tenuous at best . . . its really a bit of a love/hate kind of thing! We noticed, on those few holidays we have spent in France, that you can get delicious cheeses from all over the world, but there are no British Cheeses. At least we have never been able to find them. The Toddster finds that very hard to take . . . a world without a good cheddar is a world that is missing something very vital!
Anyhoooo . . . I do love most French food, and I think most Brit's do. A lot of the higher class restaurants here in the UK carry French dishes on the menu . . . seriously. Love . . . hate . . .
This is a delicious salad, which one might easily find in any French Bistro . . . but, when you really look at it . . . we are not talking gourmet here. Simple ingredients, well prepared and put together with care.
For years the English did not do salad very well . . . and indeed, it can still be very difficult to find a decent salad when out and about here in the UK. I am always so disappointed when the menu in a restaurant says salad is included, and it comes and . . . . salad is a few limp lettuce leaves with a slice of tomato and a slice of cucumber on top . . . . and NO dressing. If you ask for dressing, you are given a squeeze packet of salad cream. (Salad cream has its place, but when I pay...