Country Eggs Cocotte by Laurent Mariotte adminonApril 10, 2026 Step-by-step preparation Step 1: Prepare the filling Fry the bacon in a frying pan without any fat until golden brown. Set aside. In the same pan, add a little butter if necessary and sweat the chopped onion over low heat for 5 minutes. Add the minced garlic and continue cooking for 2 minutes. Mix with the bacon. Season with pepper (lightly salt as the bacon is salty). Step 2: Assemble the casseroles Preheat the oven to 180°C (gas mark 6). Lightly butter the ramekins. Spread the onion-bacon mixture over the bottom of the ramekins. Add a tablespoon of crème fraîche over the filling. Crack an egg (or two depending on the size of your ramekins) on top gently without breaking the yolk. ← Previous Page Next Page →
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