Reservations for Two Quotes

“We were also in Chicago at the same time, and we agreed about our future. (This is back before we were married. The constant agreeing ends, like three minutes after the ceremony. Two if you're both Italian.)”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
----LEIGH HUNT”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“The secret of French food," I told Neil between bites, "is that nothing goes to waste. After so many wars, the French learned how to cook everything. Which," I noted, loading my fork with sole, "is usually in a large quantity of butter."
He chuckled. "Everything is better with butter."
"Well, to be technical, there are four mother sauces. But butter goes in most of them. Anyway, the dandelion greens---leave it to a Frenchwoman to decide they make for good eating."
"It was a woman who decided that?"
"Would a man get adventurous with weeds?"
"Good point.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“I sautéed the onions in butter, relishing the smell. Once they were nice and translucent, I added the potatoes and let them brown, and then placed the lid over the top to steam them soft. Fat, heat, and root vegetables---I loved the smells they released, the shade of gold they turned, the universality of their appeal.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“~ VANILLA BEAN CRÈME ANGLAISE ~ 4 large egg yolks 2½ tablespoons sugar 1 cup whole milk ¾ cup heavy cream 1 teaspoon vanilla bean paste Prepare an ice bath by filling a large bowl halfway with ice, then nestling a second bowl (ideally metal) inside the ice. Set a wire-mesh strainer over the second bowl. Using a mixer, beat the yolk and sugar together for about two minutes, or until pale and creamy. Combine the milk, cream, and vanilla bean paste in a medium-sized saucepan, and bring to a simmer over medium heat, stirring constantly to prevent scalding. Once the cream has just reached a simmer, remove from heat and reduce burner to medium-low. With the mixer running on low, slowly pour ⅓ cup of the hot cream into the sugared yolks. Blend until well incorporated, then pour the remaining cream into the mixing bowl. Transfer the custard to the saucepan, and return it to the stove. If it’s frothy; the air will dissipate as it cooks. Stir over medium-low heat for 5–10 minutes, or until the mixture can coat a spoon. For thicker custard, cook a few minutes longer. If the custard resists thickening, increase the heat; avoid a boil, as the egg will cook and the sauce will separate. Once the custard has thickened, remove it from the stove and pour it through the mesh strainer and into the chilled bowl. Chill the sauce in a covered container for three hours, or overnight. The custard will thicken as it cools. Makes about 2 cups.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“I made American pancakes this morning. Would you like some? I am about to serve the first batch to my guests."
"I can make some for us," I said, taking in the batter, the greased griddle, and the bowl of apricots. "You can go and fuss over the guests."
"Ah, bien," she answered, loading a platter full of beautiful apricot-studded pancakes to take away. "Bon, I pour the batter and place the slices over the top just so. They're very moist because of the crème fraîche, and then I serve them with a crème anglaise."
"It looks great," I said, taking the ladle in hand and stirring the batter, just to get a feel for the consistency. "Don't worry about us."
Sandrine grinned her thanks, and I turned my attention to breakfast.
"I can do that, if you want to sit," Neil offered.
I waved him away. "I can make pancakes in my sleep."
"I liked that she called them 'American pancakes'."
"Well, they are. French pancakes are crepes, and German pancakes are a whole other deal altogether." I ladled four puddles of batter onto the griddle, enjoying the sizzling sound they made as batter met butter. "English pancakes are closer to crepes, just thicker."
"Reminds me of when I was in Toronto for a conference. I tried to order a Canadian bacon and pineapple pizza but got tongue-tied."
I laughed and began to arrange the apricots. "What did you do?"
"I said 'Hawaiian' instead. The guy seemed to know what I was talking about."
"Quick thinking."
"Thank you."
"In truth, between the crème fraîche and the crème anglaise topping, I think these pancakes are a bit more trans-Atlantic than American."
"I'll take your word for it.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“Most people haven't been to Paris at all."
"Not unless you're counting Paris, Texas."
"Or Paris, Illinois."
"Paris, Maine," Neil countered.
"Paris, Idaho," I added with a nod. "And Paris, Arkansas."
"There's a Paris, Arkansas?" Neil asked, eyebrows high.
"Yup. Kentucky, too. And a couple others..."
"How do you know this?"
"A potent blend of Where in America Is Carmen Sandiego?, curiosity, and the Internet."
"Who said technology never offered anything useful?"
"I'm guessing victims of e-mail scams.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“We took our seats and spent the next few hours enjoying bruschetta, fried squid, heaping plates of penne puttanesca, and saltimbocca di pollo. Being full wasn't an option---the meal only ended once we'd proved consumption of a slice of olive oil cake.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“Do you think you could turn the pig?"
Neil stared at her blankly. "The pig?"
"On the spit. The porchetta." Zia Annetta pointed to the back of the kitchen, where there was a large, open wood oven featuring a stuck pig at the center.
I grinned at Neil. "Welcome to Tuscany.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
---AESOP”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two

“I brightened when I found Rainier cherries in the fridge, with their sunset-colored skin. Nearby sat a tub of mascarpone, and I knew then I could make simple crostini. I washed and pitted the cherries, and then sliced a stray baguette on the bias. While the slices toasted, I mixed the mascarpone with a bit of honey for sweetness and lemon zest for acidity. Once the slices were hot and crisp, I spooned the mascarpone mixture over the top, added a few leaves of lemon thyme, and topped each one with a heaping spoonful of sliced cherries.
A single bite tasted of summer.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Reservations for Two