Quick & Easy

Sundae best

Sundae best: add quick toppings to ice cream for deliciously easy desserts - Food: Summer EntertainingIce cream means instant dessert. It waits in the freezer, always on call, ready to appear au naturel or dressed up for a celebration.

Date food

Date food: trick her into thinking you're a gourmet cook with this quick and easy mealBeef, like this filet mignon, is a great source of CLA--CONJUGATED LINOLEIC ACID--a type of good fat that has been shown in studies to help increase muscle mass and decrease levels of body fat.

Quick, healthy dishes

Quick, healthy dishes - recipesChicken and Vegetables With Penne makes a hearty one-dish meal. Note: To save time, prep foods-slice, dice and so on-as other items cook.

Go fish

Go fish: start with seafood for a quick, tasty dinner - WeeknightPutting a balanced meal on the table every night is a challenge when work and family compete for your attention. But eating well might be easier than you think--if you think fish. It cooks quickly and is a lean source of protein and iron.

Salad days

Salad days: rice chills out for an easy weeknight meal - Food: Quick CookThis salad is a simplified, lightened version of Richard Wong's original. Make your own seasoning sauce as directed here or, for a shortcut, use a purchased sauce such as his Chinablue Sesame Soy Sauce.

Food: as a child, Colette had cider and wine for tea. Today we'd be shocked

Food: as a child, Colette had cider and wine for tea. Today we'd be shockedDuring my childhood summer holidays in France, my family ate outside as much as possible. Lunches in the tree house my grandfather built, and tea on the beach at Etretat. The sensuality of going for a swim was extreme. The Manche was always freezing. You raced out, up the hill of cobbles, sat on the sun-warmed rug, put on a jumper over your swimsuit. Rough wool against your skin, the smell of salt water, hot sun on your bare legs. Speechless with happiness, we ate pieces of crusty, yeasty baguette with squares of bitter black chocolate pushed in. Sometimes we had buttered pain d'epice. If we were eating our gouter (afternoon snack) back in the house, we might have slices of brioche soaked in redcurrant jelly. We never ate bread, butter and jam all together. Butter might accompany the hors d'oeuvre at lunch, but after that it would be whisked away.


Colette, tutelary goddess for hungry women, wrote a lot about tea, that little casse-croute meal for active people. Growing up in the country, she put her snacks into her overall pocket before racing off to the woods and fields, to reappear hours later, having feasted on wild mushrooms and nuts. Her mother, Sido, would call her back home for proper meals.

Colette once listed some of her favourite gouters. Tea did not mean only sweet things. She liked fresh bread "drowned" in new milk, followed by a large white pickled gherkin with a slice of bacon, the whole treat washed down with a cup of cider. Another menu featured a heel of bread, emptied of crumb, filled with fresh butter and raspberry jelly, half a litre of fresh milk and a bowl of white strawberries. Her third menu: a long, thick slice of bread spread with cold red beans cooked in wine sauce, followed by a handful of blackcurrants. Later, as a girl going on bicycle trips with friends, she carried sardine sandwiches (sardines sprinkled with lemon juice and mashed with butter), puff-pastry sausage rolls, apples and a gourd of white wine.

These rustic feasts depended on the seasonal produce to hand. Today we might feel shocked that a child's tea should include cider and wine. You can imagine Colette shrugging impatiently. She recounts how the children, and indeed the women, coped with the long pauses between courses at country weddings. In between the soup, the fried rabbit, the veal with mushrooms, the roast chicken, the pumpkin tart, the chateau of nougat, they would dip sugar lumps into a glass of red wine, suck them until the sugar dissolved a little, then recommence. Gently, little by little, they got drunk. Then the women would untie their bonnet strings and open their dresses and fan themselves, saying, "Goodness, it's hot in here, the heat has gone to my head." Colette watched, sharp-eyed; then, overcome, slid down in her chair, under the table, and fell asleep.