Wednesday, 1 June 2016

01/06/2016, Frog legs.

Jeremy Paxman may not think much of the French language, I may not think much of the French people,but the FROG LEGS are a different French matter  altogether. Had them for the very first time ever. Had I not known what they were, would have thought I was served anaemic chicken.A la Provencale,they were deliciose, Then a raw spinach salad needing nothing more than a few slices of uncooked mushrooms,red onion and a drop of blue cheese dressing. Where are the cooks hiding a vegetable garden? Veal scallopini a la Milanese as soft as a Hungarian feather down. The only disappointment was fruit Pavlova,probably loved by all,but not by me, for me it was the lesser of the five evils of the moussey variety. Would an apple and cranberry strudel have had thumbs up? I will never know now. Still,the kitchen produces meal after meal so delicious,I never stop marvelling how they manage to do it, feeding well over 2000 passengers and 1000 employees. I cook for one and in comparison....

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