I can try to describe THE DINNER, but I wouldn't really be doing it justice.
We had Chartruse before dinner, wild mushroom risotto, turtle soup, crabcake and seared foie gras for starters, then carmel something crusted pork chops, blackened redfish with mashed potatoes mixed with truffle oil, and mushroom and greens salad with creamy vinegrette, I can't remember the name of the wine we had with dinner, but it was a really nice and smooth red, then for dessert we had real Irish coffee, vanilla bean creme brule, something that was a hard chocolate shell around a peanut butter mousse and flan. After that we had champagne at the bar.
I don't see the point in ever eating again.
ita, is your pain management place in an In 'n Out?
I was wondering the same thing.
Perkins, I had sushi last night and thought of you.
I would assume the crock pot is easier since there's no hot oven. But I wonder, when you braise in a crock pot do you still need to turn the meat every 1/2 hour?
Burrell, I haven't and everything I've done has turned out great.
The benefit of the crock pot for me is you don't worry about burning the house down as something cooks all day in your absense.
Mostly.
I don't like how slow cooking tends to make things stringier, though. It's a mouthfeel thing. I've never liked pork done in the crock pot.
I don't see the point in ever eating again.
I can't imagine another meal ever that would be anything other than a crushing disappointment after that. Unless you wait a year to eat again and find yourself another magical THE DINNER.
Really. It sounds just... swoony, from risotto to flan and everything in between.
Welcome back, Daisy.
I'd be jealous of your meal, but I'm glad you went and spent some money and love on NOLA.
I don't feel right talking about food after DJ has posted. Dammit.
But, to set the record straight, my ride from the hospital will be thanked with lunch. And I feel like hamburgers. Not drive-through, though. That wouldn't be sufficiently grateful.
I got a fleur de lis on my shoulder.
See what happened was we were staying with this girl who's been my friend since we were like 12 and her husband. They have a cute little apartment off of Royal near Ursulines. Mr. Jane and Mr. C get along really well so Monday night they wandered around together for a while while I waited for C to get off work (which she was a little upset about since they're usually off from Friday on, plus she got into it with a manager). She came home and passed out for a while and then got up and wondered what sort of trouble our husbands were getting into. Five minutes later they walked in with tatoos on the backs of their necks. C was livid. Lock herself in the bathroom for half an hour livid.
I made her a drink and got her to calm down. By the time we went to the parade she was laughing about it, but she decided the only way it was going to be ok is if she went and got one too. Of course she didn't want to go alone, and needed someone to go first, so I got another tatoo.
We had Chartruse before dinner, wild mushroom risotto, turtle soup, crabcake and seared foie gras for starters, then carmel something crusted pork chops, blackened redfish with mashed potatoes mixed with truffle oil, and mushroom and greens salad with creamy vinegrette, I can't remember the name of the wine we had with dinner, but it was a really nice and smooth red, then for dessert we had real Irish coffee, vanilla bean creme brule, something that was a hard chocolate shell around a peanut butter mousse and flan. After that we had champagne at the bar.
That sounds like the most amazing dinner ever. I bet not even Hec could top it.
Burrell, I haven't and everything I've done has turned out great.
Huh. So even with half the meat uncovered the top half cooks through all moist and tender? I assumed that you needed to cover the meat entirely.
