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littlespoonevan · 7 years ago

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omg i want someone to write isak and even meeting in s1 so badly!!! any chance you would consider it? i know you would do such an amazing job with it!!

anon said: I’m not saying that you should consider writing the fic about Isak going to the Bakka party BUT you should definitely consider writing the fic about Isak going to the Bakka party. Also: I love u ❤

adkjafh so these messages are based off a lil observation i had during my skam rewatch. (original post here) i hope you like it!!!!

The first thing Isak notices when he steps throughthe door of the party is that he doesn’t recognise anyone here.

Jonas had been morally against the idea of going toChris and William’s party – he can give whatever excuse he wants; Isak knows hestill wants to punch Chris’ face in every time he sees him – which leads tothem travelling a little further than normal into Bakka territory for somethird year’s party.

If nothing else, the music is good and when he andJonas pick their way through the crowd to reach the kitchen they find a fairlyhealthy selection of drinks at their disposal so Isak can’t feel too botheredabout their current location.

He kind of likes the anonymity of it.

There’s been so much shit happening in his liferecently – he’s been sleeping less and less, his mother is spiralling more andmore, he’s barely heard from his father, he’s mostly over his depressing crushon Jonas but still faced with the horrifying elephant in the room that he’s notquite ready to confront just yet. He just- he needs to switch off for a night.Be someone else. Someone who actually has their life together.

They get their drinks and then settle for propping upthe wall in the living room, observing the makeshift dance floor. Isak watchesJonas scan the room out of the corner of his eye and he knows Jonas is probablylooking at the girls, looking for someone to hook up with. It doesn’t hurtquite as much as it used to; it’s more of a dull ache than anything else now.

Isak isn’t sure how much time has passed when a thirdyear from their own school bumps into them on her way to the kitchen and assoon as she locks eyes with Jonas Isak knows it’s all over. They share a fewflirty comments that Isak mostly drowns out before Jonas offers to accompanyher to the kitchen, taking her hand and throwing Isak a look over his shoulderthat’s one quarter apologetic, three quarters elated.

Isak watches him until he’s out of sight beforelooking back to the living room at large. He should probably hook up with someonetoo – not that he really has any desire to but it’s his safety net, hisinsurance.

Feeling suddenly too suffocated in the living roomand giving into the painful twist in his stomach at the sight of any girl he could potentially hook upwith, Isak escapes to the back garden.

It’s surprisingly quiet out here. There are a fewpeople milling around the door but everyone else must either be inside or outthe front. He finds a porch swing just off the decking and decides to make ithis unofficial camp until Jonas finally decides they can go home. Not thatgoing home is all that great an option either. Maybe he can convince Jonas tolet him crash at his tonight, insist he’s too drunk to go home…

He’s weighing the merits of actually getting wastedversus just pretending when someone abruptly drops down onto the seat besidehim. Isak starts, head snapping to the right to find a stranger sitting next tohim.

A very hot stranger, fucking hell.

Isak hadn’t seen him when he was standing up butjudging by the way he stretches out his long legs to keep the porch swingmoving, he’s tall. His blond hair is swept up in a quiff and he’s gotdevastating blue eyes that have Isak lost in something of a daze until thestranger’s voice startles him out of it.

“Halla,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.

“Halla,” Isak replies automatically, eyes wide as theboy takes a joint from behind his ear and fishes a lighter out of his pocket.

“You don’t mind if we share the swing, do you?” theboy asks, placing the joint between his lips and cupping his hand around thetip while he clicks his lighter.

“No, it’s fine,” Isak replies dumbly, feelingslightly mesmerised as he watches the smoke escape from the boy’s mouth when heremoves the joint to respond with a quiet, “Takk.”

Isak spends an agonising minute wanting to stare atthe boy and trying desperately not to as the silence around them slowly growsheavy and awkward until the boy nudges him. Isak looks up and finds him offeringhis joint.

“Since you let me share the seat, I don’t mindsharing this,” he says affably, mouth curving up in a smile when Isakdelicately takes the joint from between his fingers. “I’m Even, by the way.”

Isak takes a drag, thankful to have something tofocus on, and exhales a moment later. “Isak,” he says, passing the joint backto Even and trying not to jolt when their fingers brush.

“You don’t go to Bakka, do you?” Even asks when he’sexhaled.

“Um, no. Nissen.”

Even looks at him, a smirk tilting his mouth as helets Isak take the joint back from him. “In enemy territory. Brave of you.”

Isak scoffs, feeling a little more of the tensiondrain out of his shoulders – even if Even leaning closer does have his heart ratchetingup a beat or two. “Nissen and Bakka aren’t enemies.”

Even tuts. “You’re no fun, Isak. This could’ve been agreat start to a modern twist on Romeo and Juliet, you know? Two star-crossedlovers meet at a party but their school rivalry is destined to tear them apart.”

Isak raises an eyebrow, ignoring the way he almostchokes on his inhale at Even’s words. “That’s a lot to take from a thirtysecond conversation on a porch swing with a person you’ve never met before.”

Even grins. “Everything is an opportunity for astory. You just have to look for it.”

Isak bites back his smile, nerves tingling in histummy when Even doesn’t move away after procuring the joint from Isak’s hand.

“Am I right in guessing you’re a first year?”

Isak nods. “What about you?”

“Third,” Even tells him, leaning his head against theback of the swing and blowing smoke into the air. “So how did you end up herereally?” Even wonders. “Are you on your own?”

“No, uh, my friend Jonas is inside,” Isak says beforehe makes a face. “He’s otherwise occupied right now.”

Even snorts, casting him a sidelong glance. “Andthere wasn’t anyone in there for you to hook up with?”

Isak’s mouth feels dry as he shakes his head. “No,”he says quietly. “No one.”

Even considers him for a moment, eyes flickering overIsak’s face. Isak doesn’t know what he finds in his expression but it has Even noddingto himself after a minute and passing the joint back.

Pulling bravery from the depths of his chest, he hesitantlyasks, “How come you’re out here onyour own?”

Even blinks before a brilliant smile spreads acrosshis face. “But I’m not alone, Isak. You’re here.”

Isak nods mutely. It doesn’t answer his question butin another way it sort of does.

They drift between comfortable silences andconversations after that, sharing tidbits of information about themselves liketrading secrets long after the joint is nothing but ash. And Isak feels apleasant hum in his bones as he leans his head against the back of the seat,though he’s not sure if that’s because of the weed or because of the way Even’sknee is touching his where he’s turned towards Isak on the swing.

Even is in the middle of a story about his friendMutta when Jonas suddenly appears on the edge of Isak’s vision. He looks over Even’sshoulder, raising his eyes to Jonas who’s standing next to the swing, faceflushed and hair a little wilder than normal.

“Dude, are you ready to go home?” he asks. “You cancrash at mine if you want.”

Isak frowns; Jonas isn’t one to leave his hook-ups allthat quickly. “What time is it?”

Jonas gives him a strange look before saying, “It’s1am. Come on, we can get McDonalds on the way.”

1am.

Has he really been out here with Even for almost twohours?

He looks at the boy in question who offers himnothing more than a smile, giving no indication whether he wants Isak to stayor go. Isak really doesn’t want to go.

But he also doesn’t really have a valid excuse so henods at Jonas and reluctantly pulls himself off the porch swing. Jonas isalready heading back up to the decking, satisfied that Isak will follow and he’sabout to when Even catches his wrist.

“You should come to more Bakka parties,” he says,expression unreadable but sending a thrill down Isak’s spine nonetheless.

Isak feels a smile tug at his lips as he nods. “Iwill.”

Even grins and releases him, settling back into theseat again in satisfaction. “See you around, Isak.”

“See you around, Even.” Isak feels Even’s eyes on himthe entire time as he jogs back up to the decking to catch up with Jonas who’swaiting for him at the doorway.

“Who was that guy?” Jonas asks when they start makingtheir way back through the somewhat emptier house.

“Just some third year from Bakka,” Isak says,ignoring the way his stomach is still doing flips. “He shared his weed with me.”

“Sick,” Jonas says, making a detour to grab theircoats before they step through the front door. “Sorry for abandoning you, bythe way.”

Isak shrugs, burying his hands in his pockets as theymake their way down the street. “It’s cool. I was with Even.”

As he listens to Jonas ramble about the girl he can’thelp but think something important might have happened to him tonight.

#evak #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #skam #my fics #asks #Anon

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stressedoutteenager · 7 years ago

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The awkwardness is overshadowed by the happiness

I combined the following three prompts for this. Let me know what you think!

(...) writing one where the girls squad and the balloon squad know each other for a long time like growing up together or something and the girls notice that Sana likes Yousef and yousef likes Sana and keep teasing her and him about it ? But both are to shy to admit or to believe that the other really likes them

I would love to see Sana and Yousef being protective of each other in one of your fic (I know we've seen Yousef protecting Sana, but I would love to see Sana being protective of him)

"It's the beginning of season 4 and the balloon squad and the girls squad go to a party together, there they find the boys squad and one of them starts talking to Sana (it could be Jonas or Mahdi). Yousef gets really jealous when he sees this guy having a great time with Sana and..."

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"Since when are we going partying with the girls?", Yousef asks while they walk down the road with the girls walking in front of them, whispering about something.

"Why? Does it bother you?", Adam asks back, a very distinctive undertone to the sentence.

Yousef shrugs and shakes his head. It doesn't, actually. But Sana's friends and the Balloon squad have known each other for a really long time and they hang out all the time but they never went partying together. Ever. So why would that change so suddenly?

Elias answers: "Vilde invited us because she thought Noora needs a distraction from some stuff that's going on in her life and the more the merrier."

"And it's a lot of fun when we all hang out together!", Mutta says and looks at the girls, who are walking a few metres in front of the boys.

That's true. Since the first day Sana brought Noora, Eva, Vilde and Chris over to her house the boys and they were friends and spending quite a lot of time together. For years now. Seeing as Adam, Mutta, Mikael and Yousef basically live at the Bakkoush house.

At the same time Noora questions why they suddenly go to a pregame with Adam, Mutta, Mikael, Elias and Yousef. As much as they hang out, partying was never a thing they did together. When Vilde just gives Noora a big grin, she turns to Sana who just shrugs. Sana doesn't really know either. Sure, Vilde wants Noora to forget William for a while and have a good time, and that she thinks that Noora and Sana's brother would be a cute couple also played into this plan. But Sana is a bit uncomfortable with this. Hanging out in her backyard, all of them together is one thing, hanging out at a party with people Sana's age that will be drunk out of their minds is a whole other story.

"Sana, I thought you'd be more excited. You know, spending time with Yousef.", Chris teases Sana with a nudge to her shoulder.

"With Yousef and Mutta and Adam and Mikael and Elias.", Sana says and purposefully acts like she doesn't know what Chris means.

"Oh come on! We all know for years now that you have a crush on him! Don't even try to hide it, you're bad at it!"

Sana doesn't know whose house they came to. All these parties they go to look the same to Sana. Drunk people making out on the porch, the smell of beer filling her nose and loud music bumping through the rooms.

It's not long until all 10 of them spread around the party. Eva and Vilde got themselves drinks and immediately ran to the makeshift dancefloor. Noora and Elias started talking and are standing at the far corner of the room. Mutta, Adam and Chris are dancing and trying to rap along to the song that is blasting through the speakers. Mikael and Yousef are talking to three third-year guys Sana has seen around school. It's not like she keeps looking for Yousef and quickly looking away when he looks up at her.

When Jonas and Mahdi walk into the room, followed by Isak, they immediately see Sana and walk over to her. Isak just quickly says Hi before going over to some other friends. Mahdi and Jonas stay with Sana, though, and start talking.

One moment they talk about their politics teacher and in the next moment Mahdi watches as Jonas and Sana are in a heated discussion about capitalism and how our current society exploits anything they can and why that is a huge problem because we are part of that society and don't have as much to say as those who ruin the market for us later.

Mahdi shakes his head smilingly at his friends. Why can't he have normal friends that don't discuss capitalism at a party? He decides to just leave them to discuss as much as they want to and goes to search for something to drink.

Yousef keeps finding himself looking at Sana every few minutes. The guys Mikael and him just met rave about their Russe buss and how great it is but Yousef couldn't care less. He was on a busse with his friends and a few others, as well, but only because Elias convinced him too. It's not really his thing. He had fun, though. Right now, he just can't be bothered to listen to that. All he can concentrate on is Sana, talking to one of her friends from school. Yousef forgot his name but he definitely has seen that boy with curly hair before.

Sana and the curly haired boy are sitting on the couch on the other end of the room and are talking very animated, waving their hands around but they also laugh a lot. Yousef watches how the curly-haired boy says something and Sana throws back her head laughing.

Yousef clenches his jaw and tries not to get mad. He doesn't have a right to. Sana can talk, even flirt, with whoever she wants. It's not his place to say anything about that. But that doesn't make him feel less jealous. He knows that Sana is amazing and that everyone would be glad to get to talk to her, even for a few minutes.

Yousef gets jabbed in his ribs lightly which makes him turn away from looking at Sana and towards Mikael.

"What?", Yousef asks. It's only now that he notices that those three guys are gone.

"Dude, if you're jealous all you need to do is go over there and join the conversation.", Mikael says and nods in the direction of Sana and the curly-haired boy.

Yousef acts like he doesn't know what Mikael means. He shrugs and says he doesn't know who he would be jealous of and why. Mikael just rolls his eyes at his friends and feels like hitting him over the head. Why is he making this harder for himself than necessary?

"Yousef, nothing's going to happen if you don't do anything.", Mikael says right when Eva and Vilde join them.

"Who is doing what?", Eva asks, obviously already a little tipsy. She holds onto Vilde's arm and looks at the two older boys.

Yousef doesn't react but Mikael, with a joyful smile, is glad to repeat what he just said. "Yousef is jealous of Sana talking to Jonas over there but won't do anything about it."

Eva and Vilde turn around and look into the direction Mikael is pointing. Once they see Sana and Jonas sitting there, discussing something probably very intelligent, turn to look at each other and burst out laughing.

Yousef furrows his eyebrows at them because he doesn't understand. He still feels the need to object: "I'm not jealous of anyone!"

Vilde pats his arm in an attempted loving manner: "Boy, we know you for too long for you to lie at us now. Everyone knows you're crushing on Sana. And everyone knows Sana is crushing on you!"

The smallest glimmer of hope bursts in Yousef's chest. Can it be that his feelings are not one-sided? But why would Sana like him the way he likes her? He is pretty sure she just sees him as her older brother's best friend. But if Vilde says so, and Mikael too. And Vilde is drunk. Drunk people usually don't lie, their filter is missing. Biting his lip he decides to just go over there. Sana and him are friends, at least. It wouldn't be weird to join a conversation. And a voice in the back of his head tells him he'd be able to see or rather hear what they are talking about so he doesn't have to theorize from afar. This irrational anger at that curly-haired boy makes him shake his head. It's fine, they are just talking. They better be just talking.

Mikael, who notices his friend making a move to go over to his crush, pats him on the shoulder and pushes him lightly. Everyone, really everyone, knows that these two are crushing on each other since they all were younger but they just can't get their act together and do something about their crushes.

Yousef walks through the masses of people and get really excited. Just talking to Sana makes him so happy, it's ridiculous. Involuntarily he starts smiling but when he gets to the couch Sana is nowhere to be seen. The curly-haired boy, Jonas, is joined by Mahdi and they're looking around the room. Yousef says Hi but doesn't stay for longer. He finally had a little bit of courage and exactly then Sana decides to stand up and go wherever. He looks around the room but can't see her. With a sigh he decides to go outside to take a fresh breath of air.

When he steps outside he looks around at first. Seeing some people hook up on the porch was not exactly what he wanted to see but he just walks past them. Yousef sits down on the last, or rather first step, and takes out his phone. Parties are fun, he loves to dance at parties, but there is this uneasy feeling in his stomach. If only he had been faster with his decision to go over to Sana.

Yousef doesn't know how that is even possible but just then, after looking around for a few minutes, he sees Sana walking up and down on the far right side of the front yard. She has her phone raised to her ear and seems to be listening to the person on the other end of the line. Usually Sana is the first person to catch his eye, in any situation. He thinks about standing up and walking over to her but it doesn't seem like a good idea. He would only be interrupting her phone call. That doesn't mean that he won't wait for her to finish the phone call, though.

Sana taps the end call button and sighs. Out of all the times her eldest brother could call her, it's now. Very bad timing. All he wanted to know was if Elias and Sana would go to his house the next morning for breakfast which they had planned before and it was sure that they would. Still, it was nice talking to him. She misses him since he doesn't live with them anymore.

She turns around to go back inside and as soon as she does her eyes catch Yousef. He's sitting on the stairs of the porch. However, he's not alone. A pretty girl with curly hair sits next to him. Pretty close, actually. Her hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to him while speaking. Sana's stomach sinks. She bites her lip to not frown too obviously. Of course, Yousef can talk to whoever he wants. The pleasant smile playing on his lips shows Sana that he's enjoying himself. Sana starts walking towards the house, slowly. Trying to think. Should she just walk past them or should she somehow stop and say Hi or something. No, that would be weird.

While walking towards the house Sana can't take her eyes off of the girl's hand on his shoulder and her leaning in close to him. Very close. She shouldn't look. It only makes her feel worse. Sana suspected that this would happen. Yousef being hit on at parties. Maybe that is the reason Sana wasn't too keen on taking the boys with them. She knew that this would happen; Yousef with his stupid, cute smile and his stupid, wavy hair and his stupid good manners. Of course, Yousef wouldn't be left alone at a party.

So why is it so hard to just walk past him and the pretty girl then? Why does Sana stop in front of these two people, turning her phone in her hands?

Yousef immediately looks up to Sana and shows her a big smile which also seems a little bit relieved. Or does she imagine that?

"Sana!", he says a bit more loudly than necessary and stands up, having to lean away from the girl's grip fast for her to let go. He smiles at her, his stupidly cute smile. He doesn't make it easy for Sana, he really doesn't. But he probably doesn't know how she feels and he most definitely only sees her as his best friend's sister.

Yousef and Sana stand there for a few seconds, awkwardly, until the girl that is still sitting on the stairs is saying: "Yousef, I didn't finish the story.", she slurs a little.

He doesn't react to her, though. He just widens his eyes at Sana and lightly shakes his head. Sana furrows her eyebrows in confusion to which Yousef nods lightly in the direction of the curly-haired girl. For Sana, who is usually very quick to understand what he tries to tell her without words, she is pretty slow in that moment. But then it clicks. He wants her to make up an excuse to leave.

"Hey, I'm sorry but we need to get back inside.", Sana says looking at the girl, now almost lying on the stairs. She seems fine, though. The curly-haired girl raises her eyebrows and nods and stands up too fast and gets dizzy. Both Yousef and Sana go to help her and once she stands steadily, Yousef walks to Sana's side, stands so close that their arms are touching.

The curly-haired girl tilts her head. "And who are you? I was having a ... great conversation with that hot boy here."

Sana raises her eyebrows at her and answers before thinking: "That hot boy here has to go inside now.", while saying that she looks at the girl and wraps her hand around Yousef's upper arm. Exactly in that moment she realizes what she said and freezes for a second. Same as Yousef. But he is more amused than anything because he didn't think he'd ever hear something like that about him from Sana. He would be lying if he said that his heart didn't start beating a little faster when she put her hand on his arm and leaned on him just slightly. Just enough to show the other girl that she is with him.

Yousef looks down at Sana, waits for her to look up but he doesn't know that she can't. If she did she would blush so hard that she would put tomatoes to shame. Training her eyes on the girl is a good way for Sana to contain herself.

"But I didn't finish my story!", the girl whines and stumbles a bit when she tries to get closer to Yousef again. Instinctively Sana steps a bit in front of Yousef and looks around.

With perfect timing Jonas comes walking through the door. She waves him over to them and tells the girl: "Look, Jonas is coming over here. He'll gladly listen to your story."

The girl looks his way and nods. He would do, too. Jonas looks at Sana confused but Sana just mouths a quick 'Sorry' to him and pulls Yousef with her into the house again.

Once they are inside, they both turn to look at each other for the first time in the last minutes. As soon as their eyes meet they start laughing. That was weird, and awkward but funny at the same time.

"Well, thank you for saving me from that conversation.", Yousef says and leans on the wall in the hallway. Here the music is a little dimmed and they can talk without having to shout. Sana leans on the opposite wall.

"Did I? You seemed to have fun?", Sana says and tries not to sound bitter about it. She has no clue if she succeeded.

Yousef shakes his head very quickly: "Nope, just tried to be nice. She was telling me about her Ex-boyfriend." He notices Sana start to smile lightly and continues: "Now, tell me. Do I look like a human form of a diary? I swear, every party we go to someone finds me and starts telling me their life-story."

Yousef laughs and Sana joins him. Sana can really imagine him standing somewhere at a party and people starting to complain about their lives to him. He really is a very trustworthy person and apparently also looks like that to strangers.

"Then remind me to never come to you when I want to tell someone my whole life-story.", Sana jokes.

Yousef shakes his head: "No, I'll gladly listen to you." That cute smile of his is directed at Sana and she seems to forget how to properly breathe. So she just smiles back.

Seeing her smile at him with her dimples showing makes him want to take those two steps and go stand next to her. He doesn't even feel like he needs to touch her in any way; he just wants to be close.

And when the music actually gets louder, he walks those two steps and leans on the wall next to her. Sana looks at him, then quickly averts her eyes. Yousef looks at her, then quickly averts his eyes.

"So, now your friend has to deal with the Ex-boyfriend story.", Yousef comments. That Sana sent Jonas over to that girl has to mean that she is not interested in him, right? Why else would she send him to her while saving Yousef from the same conversation?

Sana just laughs and nods. "He'll be alright.“ and all they do after that is smiling at each other. Yousef leaning on the wall with his left shoulder, Sana with her right shoulder.

"You've been gone for almost an hour!", Noora shouts over the music and interrupts Sana and Yousef who didn't move from their spot in the past 50 minutes. All they had done was slide down the wall, and talk sitting there in the hallway.

Noora interrupted them as they were laughing so hard that they both had tears of laughter in their eyes. She looks at them once and decides to leave them immediately so that they can enjoy their time alone. It's the closest and most talkative with each other Noora has seen these two together in ... forever. And she knows the boy almost as long as she knows Sana.

Noora decides to leave in the same moment as Eva and Adam come to stand next to her, in front of the still laughing two sitting on the ground. Why they are laughing Noora doesn't know but what she knows is that neither of them can stop.

"Oooh, did you finally admit your crushes on each other?", Adam shouts over the loud music.

That makes Sana and Yousef stop laughing. They stare at Adam at first, then at each other.

They really are made for each other, Noora thinks, as Sana and Yousef raise their eyebrows at the same time and look at each other in the same surprised, oblivious way.

"You are so cuuuuute!", Eva shouts, leaning on Adam. "Now, Sana doesn't have to hide her crush anymore!"

Sana's head snaps up and she stares at Eva in horror. While Yousef chuckles at that, Sana's face grows red.

"And Yousef can stop admiring Sana from afar now!", Adam says, knowing exactly what he's doing.

Now it's Yousef's turn to look at his friend in horror and widen his eyes. Do their friends love to see them suffer? Apparently they do.

Sana and Yousef look at each other, both with a shy smile but happy that it is out in the open now. They didn't, in fact, confess to each other. They only had a good time together. But it doesn't hurt that their feelings for each other were made clear, even if it's done by their friends.

Sana wonders if it was the wisest decision to have introduced her friends to the friends of her brother years ago. Sometimes it makes things a lot more awkward than they need to be but in moments like this, the awkwardness is overshadowed by the happiness.

#skam #yousana #yousef acar #sana bakkoush #elias bakkoush #noora sætre #vilde hellerud #eva mohn #chris berg #mutta tatouti #mikael overlie boukhal #adam malik #balloon squad #jonas noah vasquez #mahdi disi #yousana fic #skam fic

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ensubstances · 11 years ago

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Parenthèse ethnique #10 et chemins croisés #1 : les Scotch eggs écossais face aux Mutta porche indiens

Lorsqu’on cuisine ou du moins, à force de cuisiner, il peut arriver qu’on revienne sur nos pas : soit on savait tout depuis le début (en vrai, ça n’arrive jamais), soit on a perdu une partie et on recommence au début (c’est une seconde chance), soit on a parcouru une certaine distance dans la discipline qui nous a fait faire une boucle pour en commencer une nouvelle. C’est exactement ce qui se passe quand on étudie de plus près les « cuisines du monde », comme on dit joliment pour parler de toutes les gastronomies qui excèdent la nôtre. Bien sûr c’est une appellation marketing car parfois, d’une région à l’autre, d’un département à celui limitrophe ou même, d’un village au village voisin, on change de tradition culinaire comme si on avait passé une frontière. Il arrive que seul un nom ait changé, ou un ingrédient, ou une technique : à la fin, c’est la même chose, mais c’est une même chose différente. J’appellerai donc Chemins croisés cette approche superposée de cuisines « fausses-jumelles », qui assurément se ressemblent, mais pas au point de les confondre ou alors, seulement de loin. Avez-vous le souvenir d’un certain œuf frit ? Les oeufs frits sont faciles à faire, à l'avance (au besoin il faudra les réchauffer au four avant de servir, par les re-frire, hein ! Autant siroter un verre d'huile, sinon), et constituent une entrée sympathique, voire, un plat acceptable (pourvu qu'ils soient accompagnés de verdure, s'il vous plaît). Quitte à faire de la friture, autant y aller franco : faites-en profiter vos amis !

Ou pas, d'ailleurs.

Récemment j’ai trouvé trois recettes "ethniques" qui lui ressemblent. Toutes semblent cousines – il s’agit toujours d’œufs frits, c’est-à-dire d’un œuf qui rencontrera de la chapelure d’une part et un bain de friture d’autre part – mais elles différent nettement à la dégustation. Jugez plutôt : I. Scotch eggs Invention supposée de la célèbre maison londonienne Fortnum&Mason (réputée pour tous les produits dits « d’épicerie fine », thés, cafés, chocolats, marmelades, …et même fromages), en voici la version d’Heston Blumenthal (avec mes adaptations). Pour quatre œufs. 1. Cuisez mollet quatre œufs : immergez-les 4 minutes dans une eau portée à ébullition. Refroidissez-les aussitôt dans un bain d’eau et de glaçons. 2. Mélangez ensemble 200gr. de chair à saucisse et un vieux quignon de pain ramolli dans du lait (et égoutté). Ajoutez 2cs. de moutarde, 2 branches de thym, un petit oignon nouveau finement haché. Réfrigérez. 3. Pendant ce temps, écalez les œufs : cassez le bas de l’œuf et, en le tenant à l’envers, laissez un filet d’eau couler entre la membrane intérieure et le blanc d’œuf cuit – ça devrait faciliter le travail. 4. Divisez la farce en quatre portions. Prenez une portion, aplatissez-la entre deux feuilles de cellophane pour couvrir la surface d’une demi-feuille de papier. Posez l’œuf au contact de la farce, puis appliquez précautionneusement la farce tout autour de l’œuf. Rassemblez les coins du cellophane comme une aumônière pour bien serrer la farce autour de l’œuf. Procédez de même avec avec les trois autres œufs. Mettez à chauffer une friteuse ou une petite casserole remplie d’huile de friture et préchauffez votre four à 200°. 5. Passez chaque œuf dans la farine, retirez-en l’excédent ; puis dans de l’œuf battu avec un peu de cr��me, égouttez-le ; et pour conclure dans de la chapelure (maison, tant qu’à faire). 6. Faites frire les œufs jusqu’à obtenir une belle coloration. Une fois tous frits, passez-les au four une dizaine de minutes. Servez chaud avec une salade de légumes qui, à défaut d’alléger la balance calorique, soulagera votre conscience.

II. Mutta porche Vus de dehors, c’est la même chose. Dedans, rien à voir. Les pesées qui suivent valent pour 4 œufs. 1. Faites des œufs durs et ne levez pas les yeux au ciel, ce n’est pas si simple. Avant d’aller plus loin. — N’attendez pas l’ébullition (100°C.) pour cuire vos œufs, car c’est à cette température que certaines protéines peuvent se dégrader et leur donner une odeur pas sexy (en plus d’un pourtour vert-de-gris autour du jaune). Même si l’on sait que l’ensemble des protéines coagule à 93°, en réalité le blanc coagule 62° et le jaune, à 68. Une eau entre 70 et 85° (à vue d’œil, juste fumante, avec juste quelques bulles au fond de la casserole) conviendra parfaitement pendant 12 minutes. 2. Ecalez les œufs sous l’eau froide. Réservez. 3. Dans une casserole et à feu moyen, faites cuire pendant 10 minutes 300gr. de blanc de poulet détaillé en dés auxquels vous ajouterez un fond d’eau pour y faire infuser un demi bâton de cannelle et 2 clous de girofle. Ajoutez également une grosse pincée de sel, une de poivre, et deux de garam masala. Faire son garam masala. — ce mélange d’épices vient du nord de l’Inde mais il est employé sur tout le territoire où il peut être préparé selon d’autres variantes (le laurier peut notamment remplacer le fenouil). Dans une poêle et pendant 5 minutes, faites griller à feu doux et sans matière grasse un bâton de cannelle, les graines de 15 gousses de cardamome, 25 clous de girofle, 1cs. de graines de coriandre, 1cc. de graines de cumin, 1cc. de graine de fenouil, 15 grains de poivre. Laissez refroidir avant de mixer aussi finement que possible. Conservez dans un bocal hermétique. Si vous êtes mignons je vous ferai un peu de cuisine indienne, un de ces jours. Vous avez été mignons ?... Oui ?... on verra. 4. Mixez finement la préparation, rectifiez l’assaisonnement s’il y a lieu. Mettez à chauffer une friteuse ou une petite casserole remplie d’huile de friture. 5. Enrobez hermétiquement chaque œuf dur de cette pâte ; puis passez-les dans un œuf battu et de la chapelure. Faites les frire jusqu’à coloration. Laissez-les tiédir sur du papier absorbant pour en éponger l’excédent d’huile avant de servir.

III. La vision de Ducasse Je m’apprêtais à seulement vous donner deux recettes mais la Cuisine bon marché de Ducasse m’est passée entre les mains. En guise de chapelure, il utilise des chips de crevette grossièrement écrasées. Attention, ici il ne s’agit pas des grosses chips de crevette chinoises qu’on vous sert à l’apéro dans les restaurants asiatiques (vous n’allez pas refrire quelque chose de déjà frit !), mais de leur version avant cuisson, sorte de « mini-chips » prêtes-à-frire que vous trouverez en épicerie asiatique. Une fois vos œufs enrobés de cette chapelure spéciale, passez-les à la friteuse comme d’ordinaire : les éclats de chips vont gonfler. Retirez de l’huile, égouttez l’excédent sur papier absorbant, servez. Varions dans l’allégresse. — Quitte à vous promener dans une épicerie asiatique, cherchez donc la chapelure panko, que vous trouverez au rayon Corée. C’est toujours de la chapelure faite de pain mais, allez savoir ce qu’ils y mettent, elle est plus dense, plus blanche, plus légère – comme soufflée. Elle est traditionnellement utilisée pour les beignets de crevettes mais elle pourra tout à fait remplacer vos vieux déchets de pain – qui feront, je le rappelle, une chapelure tout à fait appropriée. C’est le même usage, d’ailleurs si vous ne me croyez pas, c’est écrit sur le paquet !

#scotch eggs #mutta porche #chapelure panko #oeuf dur #oeuf mollet #oeuf frit #Alain Ducasse #Crossroads mais pas avec Britney Spears

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