La Fête du Fromage - Brin d'Amour

Looking to fall in love?
It may look a little sharp and spiky on the outside, but its velvety, savory inside will seduce you.*

This prickly little porcupine of a cheese is Brin d'Amour.


Brin d'Amour - "a little bit of love" is produced by artisan cheesemakers on the island of Corsica. It is an unpasteurized ewe's milk cheese that is wrapped in a blanket of aromatic local herbs from the maquis, the distinctive Mediterranean shrubland of Corsica, and matured for 2 weeks to 2 months. This cheese also goes my the name Fleur de Maquis.

As you can probably guess, the herbs -rosemary, thyme, savory, and juniper- infuse the cheese with their assertive flavors. There are also subtle hints of green olives, hazelnuts and tangy citrus, making this a very unique cheese.
The texture is firm, yet creamy and smooth, and melts in your mouth. The aroma is dominated by the heady herbs, especially the rosemary.

Enjoy with a Côtes de Provence rosé or a white wine from Corsica.


*We cut the herb covered rind off because the texture was too sharp, but a less matured cheese should have a softer coating.


Larousse translation of brin.

Eurostar to London & lunch at Texture

The Eurostar takes you to London in less than 3 hours ... London is so so different from Paris, that if you want a true change ... why not try it! If you book in advance, you get fares as low as 70 Euros round trip!
You know how much I like the contrast of textures when it comes to food - and life! So you wil not be surprised to know that while in London, I pushed the door into Textures a cosy London restuarant close to Portman square (and Selfridges, the department store on Oxford Street). Actually I learned in France to read the menu outside the door and walk in if I find the menu temptimg - which indeed I found. I optend for an all-fish menu: Organic Scottish salmon and cod (oh, I love cod). I am not an easy client, and I am sure the Maitre d'o thought would agree. As I walked in, I discovered a delightful bar with velvet beige arm chairs. I also saw a wide range of Champagnes (which I love love) and a magnificent bouquet of flowers in a very large vase.
However, the dining room was behind the bar and I was disappointed because I had simply loved the light coming through the old tall windows, so the Maitre d'O promtly proposed that I have lunch in one of the comfortable corners of the bar. Thank you. He then brought the menu, and to my disappointment no cod no slamon. I inquiried and he said that the menu changes everyday and this was today's menu ... I guess he saw I was truly disappointed and swiftly went to see the Chef to ask what could be done. And guess what? I had salmon as an appetizer and cod as the main course: it was sophisticated and delicious. I ordered a glass of white wine from the Rhone Valley, excellent! My other options were a Riesling (too fruity for fish), a Bordeaux (and I do not enjoy the white dry Bordeaux), a chenin from a place I didn't know and you know how important "terroir" is(terroir is the soil where the grapes grow, whoch gives wine a distinctive taste, the same grapes grown in different soils do not taste alike!), a Chablis Premier cru (love Chablis, but it was too expensive) and this Rhone Valley white.The mise-en-bouche was a "verrine" served in a small tea cup (no handle) of celery puree with a mirepoix of turnips and celery root ... when I tasted it, I know I was at the right place! This is when textures really started captivating me!Having lived in Asia for so many years, I love the blend of exotic flavors in my food- I always say I inveted "world cuisine" before it bore a real name! The small salmon half cooked portion was served over a lemongrass flavored light yogurt and a carrot watery cream, half frosted .... some dices of papaye on one side and a few edible very small orchids ... plus a few greens for decoration.The main course was cod, presented on a mashed potato, perfectly cooked, and with stir-fried red bell peppers in mirepoix on top and aside. Extremely delicate. Imagine all those textures in your mouth. A one eight of artichoke also stir-fried was on the side. I must confess I did not eat the avocado cream, too many falvors.
I did not have time for dessert, but the options were as tempting.
Bon appetit!
I paid GBP 25.50 for my meal, very good value!

Rijsttafel in Amsterdam

(Indonesian muppets)
When we visited Djakarta for the first time, friends who were living there treated us to a "rijsttafel" in a restuarant that was located in an old colonia building.
What an unforgettable dining experience!
"Rijsttafel" means "rice table" in dutch, and it's a meal developed in Indonesia during Dutch rule, it allowed to sample the many varieties of wonderful Indonesian food in one plate. It consists of rice accompanied by anything between 12 and 30 dishes served in small portions around the rice...
Note that Indonesian cuisine blends in a remarkable way cuisines of many different cultures, such as Chinese, India, Arab ...
Rijsttafel was introduced in the Netherlands, and you can find many Indonesian restaurants that serve this rich meal. To revive the memories of my first Rijsttafel, every time I visit Amsterdam I go to an Indonesian restaurant, and the last one I visited deserves my praise!

We started with with a chicken soup with rice vermicelli.
Then we were served two different types of satay, one in peanut paste, the other in a dark sauce, both delicious.
Later came the orgy of plates: beef, chicken, vegetables ... and two types of rice, one steamed, one yellow with coconut ...
The two types of beef in the picture above were very good, the vegetables were sauteed on the left, cooked in a light sauce on the right.
Chicken prepared in two different ways, one with lemon grass, and more vegetables ... mmmm



I ordered a red wine from Languedoc to go with this wonderful combination of ingredients.
We ended our meal with an ice cream with real whipped cream, the perfect end for such a copious meal ...

I warmly recommend Taste of Life, Rijnstraat 51 in Rivierenbuurt (we ordered the rijtaffel at 25 Euros per person, with the wine, I paid 60 Euros for two)

Emily and Amos in Paris

Last week Emily and Amos came for dinner. They had toured Burgandy before coming to Paris and were delighted with their trip! Chablis, Vezeley, Dijon ... so much to see ... and taste!
Emily is the daughter of dear friends with whom we spent many happy summers in Cape Cod and later in Bar Harbor. I was extremely happy to see her again and to meet her husband.
We started the evening with a glass of rose Champagne! Then came the Mediterrannean clafoutis, a savory clafouty made with fresh tomatoes and sun dried tomatoes.
The main course was a lamb shoulder, cooked with shallots and served with traditional steamed "cous-cous" (wheat). Then I served a large bowl of salad, seasoned with olive oil and red wine vinegar, and a traditional cheese platter with one sheep cheese (from Pyrennees), a blue cheese (I opted for Roquefort, made also with shee milk), a classic Emmental, and a goat cheese (Crotin).
Finally, I presented a peach tart. I cook the peaches on a pie shell where I spread a mix of ground almonds, creme fraiche, one egg, and 1 Tbsp of softened butter. It is delicious!
We served a red Bordeaux 2005, and had a great Cognac with the dessert.
I hope they enjoy reading this post back in New Hampshire!

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L'ancien café.

It's for sale...if anyone is interested.

Photo du Jour - Christmas Still Life


Three necessary components of Christmas. Cheese, Champagne and Trivial Pursuit!

Who Am I?

No, my name isn't really Loulou.

(obviously there are a few of you who already know this...)

When I started this blog I wanted to remain anonymous for several reasons, but as each year passes those reasons become less and less important. So I've decided to dispense with all of this cloak-and-dagger business.

But before I tell you, there are the questions: Why Loulou? Why Chez Loulou?
I get asked this a lot.
First, Loulou is a name that I've always loved. Growing up I liked my first name, but always wanted something more unique, something with more flair.
Then, when we moved to France, my husband and I decided to take "French" names/alter egos as a joke between us, and it just kind of grew from there.
I am Loulou and he is Bruno. (Not to worry though, we still use our real names in our day to day lives. I don't go around introducing myself as Loulou or anything. I'm not that weird.)
And when I decided to start a blog back in January of 2006, I chose the name Chez Loulou on a whim. Simple as that.


Oh yeah, my real name. Hi, I'm Jennifer Greco.
Nice to meet you.