"Potager" is the name of a cookbook that we received as a house-warming present when we moved into our home. It is a wonderful book, with the recipes arranged by season, and illustrated with lovely photographs* of mouthwatering dishes. The idea is to cook using ingredients that are in season, fresh - and found locally -preferably, in your own kitchen garden.
I am not a gardener (and we do not have a kitchen garden), nor a super-confident cook. I used to love to make complex dishes and have lots of people over to share them, but somehow, the combination of menopause and "chemo-brain-by-osmosis" has made multi-tasking very difficult for me.
I love, admire and respect French cuisine. Having an exchange student from France staying with us poses certain culinary-intimidation factors. I kept fantasizing about taking Zoe to various local restaurants, sharing our favorites with her. Gregg ruined that fantasy by reminding me that we need to cook and serve what Americans eat, at home, for her. Rats! Foiled again.
Knowing that the French love fresh bread every day, I bought fresh croissants, jam and baguettes for Zoe's breakfast, along with three different kinds of cereal, "just in case." (Though I admire Julia Child, I haven't mastered her bread recipes.) When it turned out that Zoe preferred the croissants, we had a leftover baguette. Have you ever tried to eat a leftover baguette? They quickly come to resemble a baseball bat. The best thing to do is to use the bread in a recipe.