A night in Blissville

[reynardo]

As a fee for helping lederhosen with his thesis, I exacted Dinner at the local French Restaurant, Le Gobelet. It's authentic, it's delicious, and it's priced appropriately.



Ratboy was left at home with a supply of sushi, chocolate and the video remote. He knows his rules - nothing MA+ or R. And he's only at the other end of the telling-bone.

So - food. Have you any IDEA how difficult it is to choose between Coquille St Jacques, Muscovy Duck, chicken with truffles, pork in a cinnamon prune sauce, Wild Barramundi, Chateaubriand, and other similar delicious evils? Geoffrey and I compromised in that I would have the duck entree while he enjoyed the scallops, then he would have the duck main course while I enjoyed the pork. Dessert was left as a "maybe".

Oh that duck - rich and flavoursome and melt in the mouth on lovely rosti with a rich rich sauce. Oh those scallops. - rich and lovely in a tarragon bechamel sauce. Oh my.

And how do I know that my beloved loves me very very much? Because there were 7 scallops, and he ensured that I got 3 1/2 of them. With sauce. Gentle reader, fear not. He received the apropriate and proper fraction of duck.

Main course. I have to say that the pork was so well cooked and thick that it was a struggle to chew though it. The sauce was rich and syrupy and ... and... and ... alas, by the time I got to the 3/4 stage, I was full. Stuffed.

Side note on the music - for once it was vaguely modern-sounding. No more Edith Piaf. No more "Yesterday when I was young". No, it was modern songs sung in French. And which songs?

Can you say "Colours of the Wind" in French?

Geoffrey was making suitably appreciative nioses about a perfectly crispy-skinned duck - I have got to learn how to do that. He managed to finish his and started making dessert noises.

I ducked outside to ring Ratboy and make sure he was having his shower and getting into his jamies. The small walk and the cool air refreshed me and I was able to assist Geoffrey in removing two Crepes Suzette from the table. (Mmmm - something else to find a recipie for).

So - I feel that the debt has been duly and wholly paid. I consider that Geoffrey has acted as a perfect gentleman and has discharged his obligation to me in this regard.

And once he's gotten over his silly infatuation with that crispy-skinned duck, I'm sure he'll come back to me. (sniff)

Comments

[manna]

Thanks for making me incredibly hungry. Luckily, I'm going out for Thai for lunch in about 5 minutes.

To get really nice, crispy duck skin I poke holes all over the skin and fry the breast skin-side down in a wok over a medium-hot flame, until the fat melts out and the skin crisps up, pouring the fat off a regular intervals. Then go on to do whatever I'm doing with it. (Usually slicing it up for cooking with black bean sauce. Mmm...)

[lederhosen.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to kill the duck first.

[notasquirrel.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to kill the duck first.


yiz, {earnestchitter} thet partes reelee importante.
aftur al - thee pore thingz note a rabit.

[harliquinn.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to kill the duck first

Why not? It'd be more fun if you didn't.

[notasquirrel.livejournal.com]

Why not? It'd be more fun if you didn't.

{worriedchitter} bute thay flapp soe muche.

[deor.livejournal.com]

Duck - mmmmmmm. That's something I don't get more than once every few years. Yummy, yummy!

[turnberryknkn.livejournal.com]

(smile) I've eaten at some pretty darned good restaurants in my time. Someday, I hope to be able to share them with someone in the way Geoffrey was able to share that one with you. :-)