My sister and I love to fix French recipes. Maybe it’s because on our Dad’s side of the family from all we’ve been told through the years, his grandparents came from Niece, France and met on the ship. The ship’s name was Louis and that’s where our dad got his middle name, Paul Lewis Brevard. They changed the “o” to “e” to make it more Americanized. So needlessly to say my sister and I both love French food and cook it whenever we can. Here’s a recipe for you that’s ” delicieux ” and so easy even my husband could make it. It is called Pork Normande. My sister says to flatten the pork medallions with a rolling pin and then sauté them in olive oil and a little bacon grease about 4 minutes on each side. Remove the pork and put them on a plate or pan with a lid. Turn the heat off and add about 1/2 cup of apple brandy. Turn the heat on and scrape up all the pork bits and bring to a boil. Add 1 cup cream and any juice on the plate from the pork. Boil again. Buy Stouffers wonderful baked apples and cook it in the microwave or canned apples work as well and then add it to the cream sauce. You can cook your own apples of course and sweeten with brown sugar and cinnamon. Serve the pork on everyone’s plate and pour the sauce over it. If you can’t find medallions, thin boneless pork chops work well too.
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I like lemons and put them in my water all the time. But I’ve never met anyone who liked lemons more than my Aunt Wanda. Through the years she put lemons in everything she made from cookies, cakes, frosting, candies, puddings and tarts. She served lemonade and lemon sherbet. She was a great cook and prepared many meals for everyone she knew and if you took the time while eating you’d probably taste a hint of lemon in most things she made. She said the secret ingredient in most things was lemon. Added to spaghetti sauce or chili brought out the flavors of all the other vegetables It makes me sad to think that my sweet aunt passed away on August 31, 2016. But I can’t dwell on that for long because she was so ready to see her Living God as she would say and point to heaven while in her hospital bed. Still she fought hard to get rid of the pneumonia in her lungs. She would try to eat even when she wasn’t hungry. She’d sit up and cough and take small steps around the room. But in the end she was really sick and very weak and she told me we have to trust God because He knows what’s best for us. 🙏
Mix crust with 1/2 c butter, 1 cup flour and 1/4 cup powdered sugar. Place in the bottom of an 8×8 pan or tart pan like I did here. Bake 335 degrees for 20 minutes.
Food Tells Its Own Story 