You know the scene, right? The rat’s cooking has turned a failing restaurant around and garnered enough raves to entice a visit from the most revered food critic in Paris. So, did the staff serve him truffles, pate’, or something lovely drenched in butter? No, Remy (the infamous rat chef) served the food critic a peasant dish: ratatouille. As the first bite was analyzed, memories of childhood and a mother’s love flooded through the critic’s brain. The corners of his mouth turned upward, and the rest was…well, if you haven’t seen the movie, then perhaps you should.
As I rummaged around in my garden this week, I had a light bulb moment. Continue reading My Little Victory Garden: Ratatouille’s Ratatouille For Two-ie