July 22, 2010 Leave a comment
About a year ago, little L and I accompanied hubby on a business trip to Strasbourg and its environs. I was all geared up for all the sauerkraut I was planning to consume but I had not as yet encountered a Flammkuchen (or Tarte Flambee as it is known in France).
We attended an event with tents and waiters and a catered stand with a chef that just made Flammkuchen, non-stop for about 4 hours. I in-delicately squeezed 3 pieces on to the little teeny weeny plate and went to nibble away on it in a lady like fashion. That didn’t last long. Soon, the chef and I were on a first name basis. I am exaggerating really, but I did have to contend with a raised eyebrow or two when I went for my third serving.