A night in Blissville
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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)
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)
