The weekend wasn't exactly blessed with culinary triumphs.
On Saturday night, the Francophile decided to cook beef liver with bacon and onion. Now, I like liver with bacon and onion, but beef liver is just too strong for me. Lamb liver, yeah. Calf liver, ok. Chicken liver, fine. Beef liver? No. Just "too much". Plus, he was a bit quick on the draw with the frypan, and the whole thing was a little under-done, oozing red.
So we were both disappointed.
Sunday night, we intended to have a roast meal, but work got in the way and we left it too late to start preparations. The Francophile cooked up bacon and egg with baked beans, which was tasty ... but I promised to make pudding, and it didn't work out. I tried to make a sour apricot roll, which works ok with both flaky pastry and short biscuit crust, but to save time I used a sheet of frozen short crust pastry. Wrong. Indigestion city. It didn't cook properly and disappointment descended yet again.
So. It's Monday night. Roast chicken breast with roasted potato and sweet potato, roasted shallots, and steamed green beans; to be followed by a variation on bread pudding using savoiardi soaked in tuaca (brandy-based vanilla-orange liqueur) and the rest of the stewed apricots, sweetened up a little this time. It's in the oven right now. Wish me luck.