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desperance) wrote2009-04-22 04:55 pm
desperance) wrote2009-04-22 04:55 pm
Dinner
Since you asked:
Mark kindly brought me sea bream fillets from the fish quay. So I am going to marinate the fillets in saffron oil and flash-fry them; and then eat them with sweet-and-sour red peppers and brandade potato-cakes (that's mashed potato mixed with smoked haddock and the milk it was seethed in, then fried like a fishcake. In fact, come to think, it pretty much is a fishcake).
Om-nom.
[I need more foodie icons. 'Specially now I can't grow chillies any more. But my camera is missing: somewhere in the new chaos that has so recently replaced the old chaos in my office. I remember taking the camera off my desk and thinking "now where shall I - oh, I know!" And putting it somewhere. Yup.]
ETA: I was just putting the potatoes on, and I dropped a chunk on the floor. Whereupon it was seized and made away with, and om-nom-nommed. I cut my finger in surprise; and you may have seventeen guesses who it was who did the seizing and the making away, the om-nomming thereafter.
*adds raw potato to Mac's List*
Mark kindly brought me sea bream fillets from the fish quay. So I am going to marinate the fillets in saffron oil and flash-fry them; and then eat them with sweet-and-sour red peppers and brandade potato-cakes (that's mashed potato mixed with smoked haddock and the milk it was seethed in, then fried like a fishcake. In fact, come to think, it pretty much is a fishcake).
Om-nom.
[I need more foodie icons. 'Specially now I can't grow chillies any more. But my camera is missing: somewhere in the new chaos that has so recently replaced the old chaos in my office. I remember taking the camera off my desk and thinking "now where shall I - oh, I know!" And putting it somewhere. Yup.]
ETA: I was just putting the potatoes on, and I dropped a chunk on the floor. Whereupon it was seized and made away with, and om-nom-nommed. I cut my finger in surprise; and you may have seventeen guesses who it was who did the seizing and the making away, the om-nomming thereafter.
*adds raw potato to Mac's List*
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*is curiously bearded*
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Rough puff I will make. Rough puff has *manners*.
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I once wanted to write a novel set in post-Iron Curtain Europe, where a Soviet satellite rump of a country was forced into independence all unready; and being compounded of various tribes, none of whom would consent to speak any of the others' languages, it became the first nation state to adopt Esperanto as the national tongue.
I was going to call it Desperanto.