Recipe and love poems – Memorable moussaka

Recipe and love poems
Memorable moussaka
Prep Time: 45 Min
Cook Time: 1 Hr
Ready In: 1 Hr 45 Min
Servings: 8
What to Drink? Tempranillo; Italian Amaretto Margaritas
Ingredients
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3 eggplants, peeled and cut lengthwise into 1/2 inch thick slices
salt
1/4 cup olive oil
1 tablespoon butter
1 pound lean ground beef
salt to taste
ground black pepper to taste
2 onions, chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon fines herbs
2 tablespoons dried parsley
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
1/2 cup red wine
1 egg, beaten
4 cups milk
1/2 cup butter
6 tablespoons all-purpose flour
salt to taste
ground white pepper, to taste
1 1/2 cups freshly grated Parmesan cheese
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
Instructions
1.
Lay the slices of eggplant on paper towels, sprinkle lightly with salt, and set aside for 30
minutes to draw out the moisture. Then in a skillet over high heat, heat the olive oil. Quickly fry
the eggplant until browned. Set aside on paper towels to drain.
2.
In a large skillet over medium heat, melt the butter and add the ground beef, salt and
pepper to taste, onions, and garlic. After the beef is browned, sprinkle in the cinnamon, nutmeg,
fines herbs and parsley. Pour in the tomato sauce and wine, and mix well. Simmer for 20
minutes. Allow to cool, and then stir in beaten egg.
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3.
To make the béchamel sauce, begin by scalding the milk in a saucepan. Melt the butter in
a large skillet over medium heat. Whisk in flour until smooth. Lower heat; gradually pour in the
hot milk, whisking constantly until it thickens. Season with salt, and white pepper.
4.
Arrange a layer of eggplant in a greased 9x13 inch baking dish. Cover eggplant with all
of the meat mixture, and then sprinkle 1/2 cup of Parmesan cheese over the meat. Cover with
remaining eggplant, and sprinkle another 1/2 cup of cheese on top. Pour the béchamel sauce over
the top, and sprinkle with the nutmeg. Sprinkle with the remaining cheese.
5.
Bake for 1 hour at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Love poems
Il est trop tard
By Georges Moustaki
Pendant que je dormais, pendant que je rêvais,
Les aiguilles ont tourné, il est trop tard.
Mon enfance est si loin, il est déjà demain.
Passe, passe le temps, il n'y en a plus pour très longtemps.
Pendant que je t'aimais, pendant que je t'avais,
L'amour s'en est allé, il est trop tard.
Tu étais si jolie, je suis seul dans mon lit.
Passe, passe le temps, il n'y en a plus pour très longtemps.
Pendant que je chantais ma chère liberté,
D'autres l'ont enchaînée, il est trop tard.
Certains se sont battus, moi, je n'ai jamais su.
Passe, passe le temps, il n'y en a plus pour très longtemps.
Pourtant, je vis toujours, pourtant, je fais l'amour,
M'arrive même de chanter sur ma guitare,
Pour l'enfant que j'étais, pour l'enfant que j'ai fait.
Passe, passe le temps, il n'y en a plus pour très longtemps.
Pendant que je chantais,
Pendant que je t'aimais,
Pendant que je rêvais,
Il était encore temps
Only Love
By Nana Mouskouri
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Only love can make a memory
Only love can make a moment last.
You were there
And all the world was young
And all its songs unsung,
And I remember you then,
When love was all,
All you were living for,
And how you gave that love to me.
Only then I felt my heart was free,
I was part of you and you were all of me.
Warm were the days and the nights of those years,
Painted in colors to outshine the sun.
All of the words and the dreams and the tears
Live in my remembrance.
Only love can make a memory,
Only love can make that moment last,
Life was new
There was a rage to live,
Each day a page to live,
And I remember you then,
When love was all,
All you were living for,
And how you gave that love to me.
Only then I knew my heart was free,
I was part of you and you were all of me.
Again love
By Sappho
Again love, the limb-loosener, rattles me
bittersweet,
irresistible,
a crawling beast.
As a wind in the mountains
assaults an oak,
Love shook my breast.
You came, Atthis, you did so good
You refreshed my heart that was burned by desire
Whiter than milk
Fresher than water
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Softer than the finest veil.
I loved you, Atthis, long ago
even when you seemed to me
a small child.
It was you that enchanted the mortals,
Child of Aphrodite,
You the best of stars
And whiter than milk…
[Sappho, a most important lyric poet of Ancient Greece, wrote this poem many centuries ago.
She wrote out of love for a female student.]