Warren, stop that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So today near the rear stairs on the second floor Warren called me a 'puh teet gar-lettt!'
I had to look it up. It's French. Petite Gallette. A small freeform crusted pastry with a fruity filling, usually berries. Small is petite. And gallette means something like a tart (pastry, not Tenderloin!!!!!!).

Warren is a pervert, a degenerate, and a hahm-sap low. Either that, or he's a reincarnated pastry chef. Whatever.


At least I'm not a Gallette Lyonaise (spuds, bacon, and onion).
Which actually looks delicious.


Gallette Lyonaise (gah-lett Lee-onn-ays)

Two or three coarsely mashed potatoes, two rashers bacon chopped and crisped, two chopped onions browned in butter or the bacon grease, big pinches nutmeg, mace, salt, pepper. Mix and put in a baking dish, smooth the top but leave ridges and peaks. Brush with butter or more bacon grease and set it under the broiler till crisp and golden on top. Serve with roast pork and gravy, or juicy chops. Even lamb chops.


Warren must satisfy this burning hunger for baked products. Somebody feed him, before he starts nibbling! Or hit him severely with a baguette!! Which he would probably enjoy.

At least nobody heard him. Cause that would've been embarressing, and I would've had to kick him hard in the shins.