{"id":7721,"date":"2010-06-24T04:00:01","date_gmt":"2010-06-24T08:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/\/wp\/?p=7721"},"modified":"2010-06-24T08:36:32","modified_gmt":"2010-06-24T12:36:32","slug":"world-cup-fruit-cup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=7721","title":{"rendered":"World Cup Fruit Cup"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My friend Alice Little Grevet, who lives in Paris (lucky Alice!), came up with this recipe title.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Alice is one of those people who frequently paste the word \u201cGooooooooaaaaaal!!!\u201d on their Facebook pages at this time of year.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Like many people living in the United States, I am following the World Cup only peripherally \u2014primarily by watching British humorist John Oliver\u2019s commentary on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart<\/a><\/em>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I\u2019m impressed (but not enough to watch an entire match) that the U.S. team actually appears to be holding its own in the competition\u2014so far, at any rate\u2014but not in any arrogant fashion.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Rooting for the U.S. in the World Cup is rather like rooting for the Red Sox in the good old days when they lost all the time. It\u2019s genteel.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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My fruit cup is also relatively genteel, I hope. It is the only international fruit cup recipe I have, given to me years and years ago by a Spanish woman living in France.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

I\u2019ve written here before about Paris en Films<\/a>, the film festival organized by my honorary godmother, Dagny Johnson. During my first summer working with the festival we were housed in a one-bedroom apartment on the Avenue Victor Hugo in Paris.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Despite its relative paucity of rooms the apartment was quite grand, with panels of mirrors on the walls that made it appear even grander. We rented it from a Spanish nobleman. Our landlord owned a building in Paris so that he could stay there from time to time and watch marathon features of pornographic films, which were banned in Franco\u2019s Spain.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I found this bizarre. I guess it\u2019s no odder than keeping an apartment in Paris so one can eat the food or go to the museums or look at the gorgeous city, all of which sound perfectly rational to me. But I was a very na\u00efve teenager.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Through this nobleman Dagny found our cook\/housekeeper, Nieves Garcia.\u00a0Madame Garcia’s\u00a0husband worked at the Spanish Embassy.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Madame Garcia was a perky suicide blonde who seemed to have a perpetual smile on her face. She wasn\u2019t actually a terrific cook (she had only about four dishes in the repertoire she served our guests), but she had an aura about her that defied anyone to criticize her culinary talents.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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My favorite among Madame Garcia\u2019s kitchen creations was her signature fruit cup.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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She used whatever fruit was at hand and gave it a little extra zip with sugar, orange juice, and anise liqueur.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In honor of Madame Garcia and of soccer players everywhere I offer her recipe. I tried to find international fruits and juices when I tested it this week. Unfortunately, the only exotic fruits available at my local general store were bananas.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Feel free to add any international fruits you can find\u2014and perhaps to substitute some Brazilian cashew juice (if you can find that) for the o.j.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Although you may of course use another liqueur in place of the anise I counsel against it. The licorice taste contrasts nicely with the sweetness of the fruit and really makes this dish.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Your guests may well yell \u201cGooooooooaaaaaal!!!\u201d as they eat.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Madame Garcia\u2019s Spanish Parisian Fruit Cup<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Ingredients:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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6 cups assorted fruit
\n2 tablespoons sugar (or to taste)
\n2 tablespoons orange juice (or to taste)
\n2 tablespoons anise liqueur (or to taste)<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Instructions:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Place the fruit in a pretty bowl. Measure out the remaining ingredients in the order in which they appear above.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Allow the fruit to marinate for at least 15 minutes. Serves 6.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 My friend Alice Little Grevet, who lives in Paris (lucky Alice!), came up with this recipe title. \u00a0 Alice is one of those people who frequently paste the word \u201cGooooooooaaaaaal!!!\u201d on their Facebook pages at this time of year. \u00a0 Like many people living in the United States, I am following the World Cup […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[38],"tags":[1238,1236,1231,1139,1232,1233,1237,460,1235,1234],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7721"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7721"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7721\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7741,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7721\/revisions\/7741"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7721"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7721"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7721"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}