Well, it’s gonna be. Right now it’s raw, sitting in the fridge downstairs... but it will be going into the oven shortly, there to be roasted to a golden turn. The giblets and backbone have already been cooked down to a rich stock that will serve as the base for a fine sauce.
Yes, it’s time for this year’s Aubrey-Maturin Dinner. Here’s the Bill of Fare:
![Aubrey-Maturin Dinner Menu 2009](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_slI-XInIaxJYKh8fAtF7_6AG-k6YrwkR7HKZndzu2h6d6ueT8FIKMLAxOaKza5iolElu7e7mgcqA1U4eYKq22Q_Gtxt18va8exlXL0-N4OYDIZWY_rLsTz35bXmxZCvoBUVGOrpVnCwcVBOscsataqeac=s0-d)
The Strasburg Pie is cooling in the fridge even as I write this. It’s nothing more (or less) than a whole duck foie gras in all its hyperfatty glory, crammed into a puff pastry shell with a full pound of bacon: There exists no more decadent, calorific, cholesterol-laden dish on the face of the planet. I’ll post photographs later, of course.
Yes, it’s time for this year’s Aubrey-Maturin Dinner. Here’s the Bill of Fare:
The Strasburg Pie is cooling in the fridge even as I write this. It’s nothing more (or less) than a whole duck foie gras in all its hyperfatty glory, crammed into a puff pastry shell with a full pound of bacon: There exists no more decadent, calorific, cholesterol-laden dish on the face of the planet. I’ll post photographs later, of course.
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