http://learnenglishteens.britishcouncil.org/uk-now/video-uk/food-britain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcmTcBlDt9k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZiKEnOB0-o
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A recipe with salmon and almond powder
Terrine of salmon with almonds
( for 8 or 10 people)
800 g fresh salmon
100 g smoked salmon
75 g almond powder
6 eggs
30 cl fresh cream
30 g butter
parsley – chive-nutmeg- salt and pepper
a cake pan greased with the 30 g butter
Mix half of the fresh salmon with the smoked salmon and
cream
in a large mixing bowl, beat together eggs with nutmeg, chiseled herb, almond
powder, salt an pepper by hand using a fork or a whisk,
then stir into the salmon mixture
(if you own a food processor, mix all the ingredients
except 400 g fresh salmon)
set aside to wait one
hour
pour half of the mixture into the prepared cake pan, arrange
the rest of salmon fillets on top, and
cover with the rest of th mixture
Preheat the oven to 150° C or 160°C
Bake in a the preheated oven for 1 hour, but you must put
the cake pan in simmering water (bain-marie)
set aside to cool, not too cold,
tilt the pan to take out the cooking juice set aside to cool
serve with a lightered mayonnaise with a white of beaten egg
in snow
put on a platter the terrine, with salad, tomato, lemon
shrimp_____________________________________________
Chapter 2 of The Little Prince
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really
talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six
years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a
mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all
alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking
water to last a week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a
thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked
sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement,
at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
"If you please--draw me a sheep!"
"What!"
"Draw me a sheep!"
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my
eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary
small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may
see the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is
certainly very much less charming than its model.
That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me
in my painter's career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw
anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly
starting out of my head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a
thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither
to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or
hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost
in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at
last I was able to speak, I said to him:
"But--what are you doing here?"
And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were
speaking of a matter of great consequence:
"If you please--draw me a sheep . . ."
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.
Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in
danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen.
But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history,
arithmetic and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that
I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
"That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep . . ."
But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the
two pictures I had drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the
outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with:
"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa
constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is
very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep.
Draw me a sheep."
So then I made a drawing.
He looked at it carefully, then he said:
"No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."
So I made another drawing.
My friend smiled gently and indulgently.
"You see yourself," he said, "that this is not
a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."
So then I did my drawing over once more.
But it was rejected too, just like the others.
"This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."
By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a
hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
And I threw out an explanation with it.
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."
I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my
young judge:
"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that
this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"
"Why?"
"Because where I live everything is very small . . ."
"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said.
"It is a very small sheep that I have given you."
He bent his head over the drawing.
"Not so small that--Look! He has gone to sleep . . ."
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.
