I’m back once again to wreak havoc and mess with a classic. Today, I will piss off all of France with this Grilled Asparagus Croque Monsieur. Yes, I went ahead and made the celebrated and beloved Croque Monsieur vegetarian. I know, right? Gasps all around! Fortunately, I’m not important enough to cause an uproar. No one, save my beloved blog readers, will know I have committed this piece of culinary blasphemy. But, as I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this blog, I have a handful of vegetarian friends and I like to cater to them from time to time. Plus, let’s be real, the best part of a Croque Monsieur is the cheese, not the ham. So is the concept of a Grilled Asparagus Croque Monsieur really so disrespectful? Don’t think about that too hard.
Tomorrow is Brunchday! The most magical of all days. Any day that lets you add champagne to your orange juice and vodka to your V8 is a winner in my books. Brunch is everything you want in a meal but can’t justify on a regular basis. Alcohol? Check. Salty, fatty meat products? Check. Tasty things that are practically dessert? Checkmate! In the spirit of this deliberately debaucherous day, I present these Cheddar Sage Scones with Whipped Honey Butter. Because adding honey butter to a scone with this much cheese in it is simply inappropriate – except on glorious Brunchday.
If I have one addiction, it’s my pho dependency. When it’s freezing out and my boyfriend and I are suffering from a case of the Canadian winter blues, I prescribe pho. When the thought of making a meal is just too much for either of us, I suggest pho. When our fridge is inhabited by nothing but questionable apples, I think pho. I swear it’s a sickness. I can’t go seven days without it! I even sought out pho when we were in Barcelona and Paris. But as addictions go, a pho addiction is fairly nondestructive, but it is a bit monotonous for the poor man who has to have dinner with me night after night. As a result, I’m always looking for ways to get my pho fix without putting my dude to sleep. Today’s Pho Soup Dumplings are one such mutation.
Apparently, the guilt that motivated my last recipe has evaporated because I’m back with a whole whack of butter. Yes, these Key Lime Brioche Buns are not remotely repentant. What can I say? I have a short attention span, except when it comes to butter – it always seems to hold my attention. Also, it’s key lime season and when my nearest grocery store decides to stock up on the hot in-season produce, I have to buy it. I’m hoping my positive reinforcement won’t be lost on them.