La gourmandise, c'est simple comme une tarte aux fraises.
Avec une boule de glace à la vanille, de la Bonne Maman parce que c'est la meilleure.
Et de la sauce au chocolat, made by Pierre Hermé of course.
Sauce au Chocolat
recette de Pierre Hermé
- 125g de chocolat noir amer
- 125g de crème épaisse
- 70g de sucre
- 250 mL d'eau
- Couper le chocolat en morceaux et le mettre dans une casserole
- Ajouter l'eau, le sucre et la crème, mélanger à la cuillère en bois
- Porter la sauce à ébullition en remuant toujours
- Laisser bouillonner doucement tout en remuant, jusqu'à ce que la sauce épaississe et nappe la cuillère (une quinzaine de minutes).
Omar: Shoot, the way y'all looking at things, ain't no victim to even speak on.
Bunk: Bullshit, boy. No victim? I just came from Tosha's people, remember? All this death, you don't think it ripples out? You don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys, for real. Wasn't about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rack. My father had me on the straight, but like any young man, I wanted to be hard too, so I'd turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. Shit, they knew I wasn't one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, "Go home, schoolboy, you don't belong here." Didn't realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn't matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherfuckers like you. And out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar, calling you by name, glorifying your ass. Makes me sick, motherfucker, how far we done fell.
The Wire, David Simon.
The Wire, David Simon.
