I purchased a new device recently. A mandoline. Not a mandolin, that’s like a weird guitar. No this is a mandoline. It’s a slicing device. And in the wrong hands it could take a finger off. Fortunately it’s in the hands of Happiness Stan so nothing will ever go wrong. Ever.
The great thing about a mandoline is that you can slice things quite thin, but, more importantly, evenly. All nice and neat. Which is what I needed for Lamb Boulangere…
Ooooh I’m so busy! Look at my Outlook calender – I can’t possibly meet you until next Wednesday…I’m in demand. People need me!
What am I going on about? Work. People at work who define their importance/brilliance/superiority by the number of meetings they have booked into their ‘diaries’ (in the UK we call them diaries – everywhere else its a calender).
Frankly it gets on my tits (which, BTW, are slowly evaporating as I am on yet another diet). I mean I don’t give a shit how many meetings you have, you still don’t deliver the goods and I need that Powerpoint presentation NOW!).
Anyway I am busy. Lots to do. Deals to make. Presentations to present. And I also need to prepare family-friendly fare that will be eaten at home and not shoved round the plate like the last stale custard cream on the plate at a particularly tedious strategy meeting.
So I decided to try out the French version of Shepherd’s Pie – Lamb Parmentier. It’s so easy – lamb, potatoes, stock. Period.