Up some stairs, on a outdoor terrace, under some strings of half-funtioning lights, we ate dinner last night at Maquis 2000, (say ma-kee-deu-mill) my new favorite restaurant. Choose huge beef brochettes, chicken, capitain (river perch from the Niger) pintade (guinea fowl) or agouti (river rat.) Each entree comes with either an entire plate rice, a serving bowl of a tomato-polenta-aspic kind of thing, or a pile of fried plantains. Your chicken, fish, beef or whatever comes grilled, smothered in onions and tomatoes with a pile of fresh garlic, ginger, peppers or lime. About $10 a person. This is my plate of capitain gingembre. I want to go back next Friday.
Category: what we’re eating
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after-marshmallow soup
During the break Camille made wool mice for the kittens and Stefan flew 100 paper airplanes. They blew bubbles, played on the swings, swam, went to riding camp, played checkers, knocked down miles of dominos, read books and we made marshmallows.
As soon as the marshmallows are cooling in the pan, you make the antidote: carrot cabbage spinach soup.
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recipe cheat sheet
I’m blatantly ripping off Amy’s angrychicken recipe cheat sheet, perfect for hanging on the refrigerator. I thought it was so smart I had to do it. I am so sick of looking for the same recipes all the time. We have gone through so much vanilla and flour (I order it by 25 lbs bags from King Arthur) than I ever used before. If you want something here, you have to bake it yourself, so there has been much baking in the last year and half. Which is good, because the low fat banana bread that I love from Starbucks, according to their website, is 380 calories. Whoa.
I hardly ever use the salt called for in the recipes, except in the pizza dough and crackers, in which case, it’s crucial. I usually use half or two-thirds the butter called for and substitute a local plain yogurt they have here, that doesn’t even have a label. The butter here is all imported from France, and it’s awesome. I also use at least partially whole wheat or white whole wheat flour in almost all the recipes, most of the time, after the year-long brainwashing from Jennifer Fulbright. Like Amy at angrychicken, these are the original recipes, I make substitutions as I go along, depending on what’s around, but I like to start with the originals. Like Amy, I don’t need the cooking instructions. I just need the proportions, I know the process and which pan to use and that most everything does fine at 350 degrees.
The recipes come from a variety of sources. Ludmilla, Peter’s sister is a baker extrordinaire and I could easily do a whole sheet of her original recipes. The pumpkin bread’s origins are hotly contested. It might be a recipe first used by Peter’s sister Helen, who cooked for a restaurant for years. But I got the recipe from Ludmilla. Years later I asked Peter’s nephew Peter for his amazing pumpkin bread recipe, he said he got it from his mother, and she got it from Milla, so it was the same recipe boomeranging around the family.
Angel Biscuits recipe from Cooking Lite magazine, circa 2000, Sky High Biscuits from a restaurant we frequented in collage, the Epicurian in Arcata, California. A friend got hired there, thank god, so she could sneak out the recipe to their amazing whole wheat biscuits. Sesame Water Crackers from a Portland local, restaurant owner and cooking show star Caprial, from her cooking with kids show. Roll the dough out in a pasta cranker and bake them in huge sheets, serve with hummus. Brilliant. Pancakes and waffles from Joy of Cooking. Carrot Muffins and Chocolate Cake from Everyday Cooking. The Apple Cake came from Camille’s first year of preschool at the San Francisco Jewish Community Center. The class baked it for Rosh Hoshana and I think every parent asked for the recipe. They baked something, usually challah, every Friday and we were always encouraging her teacher to write a cookbook. My sister is always a great resource, and luckily she’s compiled her recipes in a cookbook she gave me. Many of the recipes here I copied off sheets of paper stuffed into a recipe book she hand wrote for me when Peter and I got married.
Printable recipe sheet here.
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les tomates
One of my favorite things about living in Niger is the quality of the tomatoes, and the produce in general. The tomatoes are this gorgeous in January. The produce here is just super fresh and hasn’t been genetically altered to transport well, it’s grown for flavor by small farms. Le Pelier, an Italian restaurant here, inspired me to make a salad they serve, it’s just tomatoes with basil–we have it in the garden almost year-round–oil and vinegar, salt, pepper and pressed garlic.
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les fraises

Stefan had two bowls of sweet, ripe strawberries at lunch, he was so happy he did a little strawberry dance. We’ll have them for about a month. We will make ourselves sick on them, because they are the only berries we will have until we go home to Portland this summer. I can’t tell you how much it cheered me up to see these today. I bought a couple pints and they are already almost gone, I had to hide some for Camille. They are picked ripe, are delicious and go bad by the next day. This year I’m going to buy some to freeze for smoothies. Leopold knows where there is a farm and he can buy me a flat. Strawberries. -
exhibit A

Peter’s nephew Peter calls Milla’s pumpkin bread “A-loaf” for its vitamin content. I baked one of the huge african pumpkins and got ten cups of gorgeous pumpkin that I froze. Tonight is my last night as co-president of the American Women’s Club of Niger and I am taking a cake-shaped A-loaf to the meeting. I made a lime-ginger glaze for the cake, but it didn’t smile for the picture like this one did. I doubled the recipe, forgetting that the recipe already makes two, so I have a surfeit of pumpkin bread. I made two with the glaze, one with the last of my walnuts, some tiny cupcakes for kids snacks, and, my favorite: one with prunes. I’m going to be an excellent senior citizen.We’ve been home three weeks. When I got off the plane, a notice read: “Mme. Bernardin, your bag, # la-la-la has not arrived.” Air France said it was going to be put on the next plane. Three. Weeks. Ago. So they knew where it was then, what’s the problem now? That bag holds the camera charger, among other things. I can’t recharge my camera’s batteries, so the laptop is my only camera, which explains the quality of my pictures lately. I blame Air France. I hope they read this.
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happy candy hearts day
It’s difficult to remember it’s Valentine’s Day when there isn’t any of it out there in our head-covered, sand-in-your-shoes world. But we got some great packages to keep us in the spirit–thank you Aunt Valerie and Grammie! Now the kitchen floor is crunchy with hearts and sprinkles.
My new dress is made of african fabric, the tailor copied a Boden dress of mine that I love, now I candy heart the new one. It was perfect to wear while beating on Stefan with a wooden spoon before we started baking.
Highly recommended for a frosting with no butter: the Royal Frosting recipe in Joy of Cooking. It’s halfway between a meringue and a marshmallow, shiny and perfect. Here’s how to make it: 1 egg white, 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar if you have it, 3/4 cup powdered sugar, 1/3 cup boiling water. Beat for eight minutes, don’t give up hope, for seven minutes it looks like nothing, then it’s fabulous.
If you were our neighbor we’d be knocking on your door with a cupcake!







