Mmm, mmm good

Last night we had supper at Kathleen’s. She baked three galette, two with cheese and one with blueberries and raspberries.  I called them “French pizza.” No one agreed with me.

The two cheese galette were made with two kind of cheese each, and one had sliced apples. I do not remember which kinds of cheese, other than feta and cheddar, but both were good. So good that I had a slice of each for breakfast this morning.

The blueberry-raspberry galette was just a bit salty, but everybody agreed that was from the feta cheese.

This morning I could not remember what the things were called, so I did a search for “french pizza.” A bunch of things labeled “pissaladiere” turned up. I didn’t read any of the “piss…” hits, any more than I would read a search result for German food that began “scheisse…” After a while, I decided “pissa” was no different than “pizza.”