Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Tarte Flambee (A Simple and Delicious French Pizza) for #WeekdaySupper


When I think of Pizza, I think of two things.  My first job, and Paris.

OK, so my first job didn't last long.  Little Caesars, a place that left me smelling of pepperoni for years.

And Paris?  Yes, the night in Paris, that an angel on a bike, delivering pizzas, saved our lives.

It was our first day there, and my Mom and I (read more about the trip here) clothed ourselves in black, with scarfs and hats (sooo chic!) and hit the streets.  We had a map, but neither of us spoke the language (well, besides the cramming I did with her at the airport and on the plane with French flash cards).

It was PARIS!!!  She had been several times before, but it was all so new and exciting to me, and we walked, and ate, and let the time get away from us.

Before we knew it, the sun was setting, and we were a long walk (because everyone walks in Paris) away from our hotel.  I was grateful that we opted to stay in a hotel that was in a neighborhood, so we could really live, eat and breathe a more realistic version of Paris, rather than the touristy areas.  But, that night, walking down dark alleys, and getting turned around in unlit streets... well, lets just say that when I saw that nervous look in my Mom's eyes, I've never been more freaked out.

But, I kept my cool, and even went up to the bar in the only open business we could find- a nightclub (which was almost as scary inside, as out on those dark streets) to get directions, but no luck.  It's as though I was speaking a foreign language.

Feeling scared and defeated, as we left the bar, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pizza delivery man on a bike, and knew we were saved!


I ran down the street after him and handed him the map with our hotel name on it.  I didn't have to say a word, must have been the desperation on my face, or perhaps he was flirting with me (yes, French men are total flirts!), either way I didn't care.  That French man, who also probably ended up smelling of pepperoni (or lardons, in his case) for years, led us safely home.

Today I'm participating in #WeekdaySupper, the weekday version of my #SundaySupper group that I've come to adore.
 
And these last few weeks, I've been missing Paris a lot.  And remembering that story, I decided to do a search on French Pizza, and here is what I found.

So simple.  And so flavorful.  And yes, I added a few extra ingredients just because they sounded delicious!  And they were.  My balsamic roasted onions and Brussels sprouts add a depth of flavor from the acidity that perfectly compliments the rich base and salty bacon.  And the fresh nutmeg (which is traditional) adds such a unique flavor, bringing all the ingredients together, beautifully.

Hope you give it a try... with the Brussels sprouts.

I love roasted Brussels sprouts.  And I think you will too.

Want to read more about this traditional French Pizza? Click here.



Tarte Flambée

1 package or recipe fresh pizza dough (I used frozen- as it's a weekday supper, and defrosted it for about 3 hours)
3/4 cup creme fraiche (I found it at The Fresh Market or Trader Joes)
Salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg (I buy mine at Penzeys)
6 slices bacon, cooked until crisp and cut into large chunks
1 red onion, cut into thin half moons
6-8 Brussels sprouts, cut in half, stems removed
Olive oil
2-3 Tablespoons balsamic vinegar
Chopped chives for garnish

Preheat oven to 375.  In a 9x13 glass pan, place the Brussels sprouts and red onion slices.  Drizzle with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, then salt.  Roast for about 30 minutes until onions and Brussels are caramelized and soft.

Then roll out dough to a large rectangle and place on a baking sheet or pizza stone.  Spoon over the creme fraiche, sprinkle on salt and the fresh nutmeg.  Add on the roasted onions and Brussels sprouts and cooked cut up bacon. 

Raise oven temperature to 400 if using a baking sheet, or 500 if using a pizza stone.  Bake about 15 minutes, or until crust is lightly browned.  Remove from oven and garnish with fresh chives.

And check out the rest of the inspired recipes for this week's #WeekdaySupper!

05/06/13 – Monday – Hip Foodie Mom – Kimchi Veggie Rice Bowl
05/07/13 – Tuesday – Cindy’s Recipes and Writings – Lentil Stew
05/08/13 – Wednesday – Gourmet Drizzles – Tarte Flambée- A Simple and Delicious French Pizza
05/09/13 – Thursday – Hezzi-D’s Books and Cooks – Chipotle Teriyaki Pork Chops
05/10/13 – Friday – Kimchi MOM – Curried Sauteed Shrimp with Coconut Milk


12 comments:

  1. This is totally my kind of pizza! Love love love.... what wonderful memories you shared of Paris!

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    1. Thank you Isabel! I'm so glad all the ingredients came together so nicely. Such a simple, yet elegant pizza... the French have done it again!

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    2. Your story has a bit of mystery to it and I can relate as I too travel with my daughter. I only wish we had a chance to visit Paris -- it's still on my list.

      I love your pizza recipe - it's sounds so deliciously flavorful and looks soooo appetizing. Thanks so much for the terrific post and recipe.

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    3. Hi Cindy! Thanks for stopping by and hope you enjoy it! ;-)

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    4. Thank you so much Joanne... Paris is such a magical place, I hope you get there some day. And love that you also travel with your daughter- very special! Hope you enjoy the pizza... I'm still thinking about how yummy it was ;-)

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  2. The name is enticing Di! Those burnt colors, the creme fraiche and balsamic make it mouthwatering. Gorgeous idea for a meal!

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    1. Thank you Paula! I was so excited to try it, and of course can't resist adding balsamic to everything ;-) Hope you enjoy... it was so yummy!!!

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  3. Wow! Nutmeg on pizza! Your pizza does like divine, Diana.

    As for your story I was right there with you. I've had similar experiences in Paris. It's an exciting city but can challenge one to live on the edge a bit!...Love how angels come in all disguises including pizza delivery men. I'm sorry for the fright you had. But, oh so glad you delivered your readers a heavenly pizza recipe and photo =)

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    1. Thanks so much Kim, appreciate you stoppping by! And isn't Paris incredible? That was the only "living on the edge" we experienced there, thank goodness. Mostly the French were very gracious to us... loved it! ;-)

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