Beurre de saumon fume.. Saumon fume.. Rump Steak.. Brown Bread Ice Cream to finish..

I plead guilty Mi Lud.. guilty as charged.. for I forgot to tell YOU the rest of the menu for last night's supper party.

WE started with slices of D cut smoked salmon.. there are two cuts of cutting smoked salmon, the very long, very finely slices are called long cut, the shorter, thicker slice is called D cut, because that is exactly what it looks like.. a capital D!

SHE served it with beurre de saumon fume.. which is French for smoked salmon butter.. this is truly delicious and much better if made the day before so that the taste of the fish has time to permeate the butter.

Why does SHE call it that? Ah well, over fifty years ago, SHE went to have lunch with HER lovely Godfather, Sidney Butterell, at Pruniers in St.James's. 

It was there that SHE had this delicious butter for the first time and in order to honour this French family of amazing culinary artists.. SHE always calls it beurre de saumon fume.

Don't worry mes amis.. I am sure SHE will give YOU the recipe!

Very finely sliced Rye bread and lemons were also on the table.. it was all very pretty and very tasty.. I had been bribed with a mini snacket of the fish in the YumYum HQ so that I would not fly down and molest OUR friends' plates.. YOU will be relieved to hear that I behaved impeccably.. sigh.

The dish of Rump steak with a Bordelaise sauce was delicious. As were the Spaetzle, the ricer had worked very well and SHE had pan fried them with a small amount of garlic.  

This was followed by a salad of the palest Chicory and glorious Radicchio.. crisp and slightly tart in order to cleanse their palates.

A charming roll of Goaty cheese came next.. it was creamy, perfectly ripe and then.. drum roll please.. came one of HER (very easy to make) favourite desserts.. Brown Bread Ice Cream with a sauce made of home grown golden Raspberries.

They have a totally different taste to the red Raspberries and I was unaware that SHE had smuggled any of these rare things into frosty part of chilly white larder.. aka freezer.

Coffee with crystallised Ginger completed their meal.. there was not a morsel to be seen on any plate or in a serving dish.. they had eaten the lot!

What a good thing I had that snacket before.. and that SHE is now going out for a very brisk long walk.

ME, I didn't eat everything like they did, I have no need for exercise, therefore, I intend to snooze whilst SHE stretches HER legs and breathes the crisp air. 

It is December the 31st.. tomorrow will be the first day of 2014.. if WE do not post again today, may I take this opportunity to say "Thank YOU" to YOU all.. for I have just passed the 2nd anniversary of writing MY Blog.. and it has been such fun.

And also, of course, WE want to wish YOU all, Dear Readers, wherever YOU may be, a very healthy, joyful and prosperous New Year.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 31st, 2013.

HOME MADE SPAETZLE WITH RUMP STEAK AND A BORDELAISE SAUCE..

Greetings to YOU all Dear Readers.. greetings.

Many too'ings and fro'ings are happening.. YOU had better keep up with MY language if YOU want to know what's a'going on around here.. it means that there is much movement of people.

For Tereza and her children have left to go and visit her family overseas.. apparently Caroline has had a visitor staying from France.. Myra is with her family in Paris and WE were supposed to be going to stay with friends but they, poor people, still have no electricity and so OUR visit has been postponed.

SHE got an email this morning from Debi, YOU know Debi, she used to live in London and SHE and Debi used to jaunt all over the place, then she moved to Sheffield to take care of her mother-in-law. WE went to stay with her in Yorkshire, it was the first time that I had been on a train!

It was such a strange experience! The carriage was almost empty and so I sat on the table and watched as.. silently.. whoosh.. the world whizzed by at high speed.

Anyway, Debi is now back living in America and is very near to her family, she has three sons and I think that two of the sons are married with families, so she is surrounded by her loved ones. 

She is living near Lincoln, which is a small town in the state of Arkansas, in the area called the Ozarks. 

There is saying about this region that it is not that the mountains are so high, it is just the valleys are so deep! For there is lots of water in the Ozarks with many wonderful rivers and the area is very famous for growing apples.

She wrote that they have a lot of animals that I have never seen living all around them. Fancy sharing a life with Armadillos, Deer, Possums, Raccoons and Wood Chucks! Why, they are names out of a Zane Grey novel.. Yes, SHE is that old.. 

Can Wood Chucks chuck wood? It would be most useful indeedy if YOU live in the country and burn wood.. as long as they 'chuck' in the right direction.. terrible joke GeeGee.

Oooh.. a text message from Sofia.. not a person.. the city.. in Bulgaria! Apparently it is sunny there and they have a temperature of 7 degrees 
centigrade!

The text message included the email addresses for Leonid and Marianna and her family and said that Tereza is reading MY Blog and that MY two small friends, Georgia and Rebecca, are "wolfing down home made pizza".

So now I can post them MY Blog and let them know how much WE enjoyed their company and to wish them all the very best for New Year.

Pizza.. flour.. this brings ME to the title of this post.. for tonight.. WE are having home made Spaetzle and Rump Steak with a Bordelaise Sauce with a Chicory and Raddicchio salad.

Yes.. YOU did read that right.. those delicious German noodles, SHE realised that SHE has, sitting in a kitchen cupboard, a very old Ricer and has found a recipe on line on how to make the 'dough'. It has several discs that slot inside and one of them will be perfect to make these delicious things.

Yes, SHE has someone coming for supper, so I had better stop now so that SHE can get HER act into gear and take out old Mister Duster and Waxy Polish to work their magic on furniture and drive old noisy old Dyson around.

So with a flap flap and a vroom vroom, I am off to bedroom door and WE wish YOU all a very happy day.

But fear not Diane, Rosamund and Pegeen.. for I will be reporting on the various YumYums that SHE makes but WE do want to know from Lotta in Hamburg, probably via YOUR mama Rosamund, how did YOUR Spaetzle making go?

GeeGee Parrot.
December 30th, 2013.

CHRISTMAS WITH 'SMALL' PEOPLE.. AKA CHILDREN!

Greetings Dear Reader.. We trust that all is well in YOUR world? OUR holiday was extremely uncomplicated.. WE suffered no hustle and bustle with those very norty non-existent planes or trains, no flooding and, or power failures.

I sincerely pray that I am not speaking too soon, for there is another big storm heading this way and there are people all over the County of Kent who have had no power since December 24th and a great deal of that poor county is submerged under several feet of water.

OUR River Thames, which flows right through the centre of London, has an enormous barrier which is positioned far down the river to prevent tidal flooding and this barrier has been raised in anger in order to prevent the capitol from being damaged but for those poor families down on the Weald of Kent, there is, and they have, no such defence as the rain has been torrential.

But the shocking thing has been the dreadful lack of response from the Utility companies which was and is continuing to be, beyond disgraceful. 

Especially as the weather forecaster had told us to expect a huge amount of rain and yet the companies did not have complete crews on stand-by for emergencies and are now offering paltry sums of money to appease these unfortunate families.

And sadly, on the Weald, a lot of building has been allowed to be done on what, in the 50's, was deemed to be flood plain, the rivers have not been properly maintained and severe flooding has occurred.


In contrast, OUR Christmas was very, very easy and I will, undoubtedly, make a lot of YOU extremely envious when I tell YOU exactly how easy it was. 

WE got up late, in fact, if truth be told, which it always should be, WE overslept and SHE missed Christmas Day morning Service at OUR church.

So up and into YumYum HQ for a light breaking of fast, buttered eggs and rye toast, scrummy. SHE dived into a cupboard and came out with a pretty dress, oh dear, I thought, SHE is going out.

SHE bathed, put on dress, did hair, did face, got coat and then did something most curious, SHE 
turned the radio off, I thought, that is a bit dull, I will have nothing to listen to but what was this!

For I was plucked off the top of bedroom door and placed in MY carrying box! I was going too and off WE went, up the stairs. I expected to get into a car, but no, WE climbed more stairs, SHE opened a door, creeeak and climbed even more stairs. 

Dear Reader, up lots of stairs, up and up WE went, until suddenly, WE were at the top of OUR house!

I was let out of MY box and lo and behold, there were two people to meet, Tereza, OUR hostess, and her nephew Leonid.

Then suddenly I saw two things I have never seen before, miniature people! SHE said, they are children. 

One was called Georgia and her sister was called Rebecca, such excitement, they had never seen a parrot sitting on someone's head before, so I took off and flew to sit on Leonid's head.. he had nice curly hair, such a comfy perch!

The girls hair was very pretty but straight and very glossy.. far too slippery for MY toes to stand on.

Lunch was delicious but by now, I was far too excited to settle and 'tuck in' like the humans were doing. I tell a gross fib, I ate almost a whole teaspoonful of ice cream, it was delicious and I had a small nibble of a very scrummydumptious Russian Honey cake.. yum.

Then.. it was truly HoHoHo.. Dear Readers.. for yet more people arrived, family friends.. mother Marianna, father Bobbie, three boys (names unknown) and an even smaller person.. Natasha.. and she was even younger than ME.. she was only five.. five, Dear Reader, so little.

I sat on her head and she laughed and then I sat on her daddy's head, I knew instantly that he had had avian friends in his youth, WE avian folk can always tell when a human has had or known another avian, it is like the secret handshake that some societies have.

What a happy day, such laughter they laughed as they talked and read aloud the silly jokes that flew out of those things that went bang when they pulled them.

Then it was time to walk down stairs and to go home, what a lovely day and all WE had to do, was walk upstairs mes amis, such fun it had been.

What a happy Christmas Day, I know that SHE has written HER thank you note but I want to say "Thank YOU" to Tereza and her family, for their kindness in inviting HER and for inviting a fat grey person to come too.. to share it with YOU.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 29th, 2013.
Post script.. I have, finally, realised why I prefer to stand on the heads of the bigger people.. aka adults.. it is because little people are too close to the ground.. so no offence little folk.. but WE avians like to be as high up as possible!

HOTEL DE LA POSTE, CORTINA D'AMPEZZO.. CHRISTMAS FORTY YEARS AGO..

Whoooo.. what a couple of windy days WE have had and the storm that blew across most of the country last night has caused a lot of damage.

WE feel very sorry for all the people who have had their homes damaged by either the water or the wind.. that norty W again..

So SHE and I are extremely glad that WE had not made any plans to go anywhere for the holidays.. but really, unless YOU know that YOU are going to be very cosy and snug when YOU get to where YOU are going, why go anywhere?

Yes, WE do appreciate that people like to go away to stay with their families or friends but the journey alone can be very stressful and it has proved to be this year especially as this appalling weather was forecasted a week ago.

YOU all know that SHE is very old but with an 
exceedingly good memory and SHE was talking to an old friend last week. He is one of the very few people still alive who knew Bill and HER all those years ago and they were remembering a very happy, completely stress-free holiday that they had had many years ago.

He and his lovely wife were with Bill and HER in 
a large party of friends all staying in the same hotel for the Christmas of 1973 and the New Year.

The Hotel De La Poste, Piazza Roma, Cortina d'Ampezzo, high up in the Italian Dolomites, was where they had a wonderful time for ten days.


Lots of 'good' snow had snowed and as the skiing conditions were excellent, the men, all as mad as hatters, were out on the slopes long before their women folk were even properly awake! 

The women awoke and met in the dining room to have a more leisurely start to their day, some went off shopping, some went off skiing, some went off 
to take lessons at ski school.. but what everyone did.. was to meet up for lunch at the Refugio Faloria which is halfway up the mountain for lunch and a mini snooze in the sun.. including all the men, who, of course, by now were ravenous!

Then there was more of the same or they changed it to, those that had shopped now skied and the others shopped or went back down to walk around the charming town but everyone had a great time.


They had dinner together en masse and a lot of 'masse' that was too! A very noisy bunch of people of several different nationalities all chattering and laughing.

The hotel was owned by an enchanting family, who truly knew and practised the art of hospitality. SHE has not been back but the friend, with whom SHE talked this week, has and he said.. "all that is 
different are the faces. The place is still charming, the food is still delicious and the atmosphere still warm and welcoming".

How very nice to hear that this hotel, which has been in existence since 1835, has been maintained at a such a high level of expertise and not been made over into some 'glitzy-bling'ed place.

They left Cortina just after the new year and were supposed to fly onto Geneva but then some BIG snow came in and nothing was going to fly anywhere but no matter, for once in Europe, there are, of course, no seas to cross, the only obstacles are mountains and both the French and Swiss universities are world famous for training engineers on 'narrow track'. 

So instead of flying.. they boarded a comfy train and chuff-chuffed their way up into Switzerland.

Adventures with Bill.. Christmas 1973. Long ago and before SHE had an African Grey Parrot.

WE are here in London for Christmas and the New Year.. SHE worked today and will work again on the 27th. SHE will go to HER own church and WE will have a very happy peaceful time.

WE are both going to have lunch with Tereza and her family on Christmas day.. Now, SHE knows that I will behave impeccably.. but the adults know that there is going to be a certain amount of very riotous behaviour.

How do the adults know this? Well.. there are two young girls who have never met an African Grey Parrot before, let alone had one sit and eat Christmas lunch with them at the same table.. WE know there will be many squeals and giggles when I appear..

So watch this Blog. WE will report back with more Tales of life in deepest Knightsbridge at Christmas time.

Now where is that box.. ooh.. I lurve a good box, it is almost as good as a big brown paper shopping bag.

And so WE wish YOU, Dear Readers wherever YOU may be, a very happy holiday, remember those whom are less fortunate and please, please remember to treasure those whom YOU love and please let them know that YOU do.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 24th, 2013.

IT WAS NOT LOST.. JUST HIDING IN A CUPBOARD..

What weather.. warm, wet and windy! All the Ws.

The North End Road was heaving with people and it took ages to wiggle through, it is a good thing that old wicker just rolls along behind and does not grumble, for he was full to the brim.

Not with food though, SHE went to the library first and found a lot of books by a new author that SHE has recently discovered.

So down the library steps they went with a hop and a skip and crossed over onto Sydney Street to catch a bus to Fulham Broadway.

Money came out of a hole in the wall, aka an ATM and off they went to market. Humous, carrots, satsumas, pomegranates, grapes, apples (cox), spring onions, celery, double cream, emery boards, newspaper, a chat and a laugh with lovely Karen and back home on the bus.

That carrot and ginger soup was very quick to make and the smell from YumYum HQ was delicious, I had a whole slice of MY favourite bread, German dark rye with sunflower seeds.  Heavenly stuff. SHE slurped soup and cheese and celery.

All of a sudden, SHE was in the hall pulling open the doors of the china cupboard, then bending down to get at the bottom shelf.

SHE straightened up and in HER hand was a rather odd looking vase. SHE looked at it with great affection and brought it into the kitchen to be washed.

It has a small circular base, a little plinth which opens up into a round, bowl like shape, then it narrows in to the top section of about 8 inches which opens out at the very top, the bowls are usually decorated, HER vase is engraved with deep slashes. It is a very beautiful thing.

Do YOU know what it is for Dear Reader? Guess.

It is a Celery Vase. And it was given to HER for Christmas many, many years ago by a dear friend, he was a great 'foodie', a wonderful cook and he knew that SHE would know exactly what it was.

The shop, where he found it, has long gone. It was in Ebury Street, the enchanting, very elderly man who ran the shop was a expert of all ages and all types of Glass.

YOU see them often in charity / junk shops marked at very small prices for they actually are the wrong shape for flowers and very few people know what their original use was.. 

But for keeping Celery fresh, there is nothing better, it is a vegetable that really does not do very happily stored in a chilly white larder, just scrape a little off the base and keep it in the daylight in water.. the taste will be quite different and it is especially good when served with a fine Stilton. 

SHE is reading the papers, I am grinding old Beaky on top of sitting room door. Outside it is tipping down with rain and WE consider that WE are very fortunate to be healthy and that WE live in a cosy, dry home, with electric light, food in the house and water in the pipes.

For WE are sad to know that there are far too many people, even in OUR own country, who cannot say that they have these things. 

GeeGee Parrot.

December 21st, 2013.

YOUR SHOPPING LIST.. IF YOU LIKE CARROTS & GINGER!

Good morning Dear Reader and especially to these three Dear Readers, Rosamund in Germany, Diane in Texas and Jo, who is far away travelling into the depths of the Panamanian jungle.

Why these three, well, YOU see they have been kind enough to let US know that they greatly enjoy MY Tales about food.

And so it is a very good morning indeedy.. for it is the end of the working week.. not that a lot of very serious work goes on in this house these days!

But food has to be cooked as WE have to eat and, therefore, shopping has to be done in order to get the ingredients into YumYum HQ.. so here, in time for YOU to add them to YOUR shopping list.. are the items needed to make that Carrot & Ginger Soup that WE wrote about in MY last post.

2 tablespoons of butter.
2 tablespoons of sunflower oil.
2 Onions.
2 inches of fresh ginger, peeled & finely chopped.
*500g of carrots, peeled & finely sliced.
2 litres of chicken stock.
*200ml of clementine or any orange citrus juice.
Sea salt and black pepper. (freshly ground).
*Very fine strips of lime & clementine zest.

The items marked * are highlighted as YOU may not have these in YOUR fridge or larder and will need to buy them. 

The quantity will feed four people.

Using a large saucepan.
Heat the butter and oil, add the onions and cook until soft and just starting to colour.
Add the ginger and cook for a few minutes.
Add the stock, the seasoning, the *clementine juice, bring gently to a slow boil, simmer until the carrots are tender.
Strain, place the solids into a blender with 1 cup of the liquid, blitz, adding more liquid if needed, until the puree is very smooth. 
Add the rest of the liquid and blitz again.
Taste, adjust seasoning if necessary.
Serve with the very fine two coloured zests on top.

There.. a tasty soup for lunch with perhaps some delicious cheese and crisp and crunchy celery.

And talking of celery.. that will be the subject of a post.. because SHE has just 'found' something in the china cupboard.

But now SHE is off to see Karen.. for fresh carrots and a bowl of 'orange' fruit.. ooh, I do hope SHE brings back Satsumas.. for I lurve them!

GeeGee Parrot.
December 21st, 2013.

HER SECRET SANTA HAS COME.. VERY EARLY!

Dear Readers.. WE are confused.. very delighted but confused.. and perhaps when WE tell YOU this Tale.. YOU will be too!

After supper WE did the washing up.. whoops, truth should always be told, SHE did that whilst I ate a persimmon, SHE washed the work surface, then opened the front door to take the rubbish out and saw hanging on the knocker, a plastic bag.

What was this, opening the bag, SHE said "oh, goodness ME" and pulled out of the bag, a pair of fur lined tan lambskin ankle boots, the tops of which are edged with rabbit, they are Italian and very elegant.

Tucked into one of the boots was a piece of paper, with, sadly, no address or telephone number but written in an large but elegant handwriting was a message which said.. ".... dearest, please forgive me for not knocking but I am catching the train to Paris and I am late. I do hope you like these, sadly they are too small for me but I know they will fit you. Happy Christmas, with love, C."

And the glorious thing is that they do fit.. and look as if C wore them only once.

But now it becomes most curious mes amis. the note was addressed to HER, so the package was not left on the wrong house door and they know HER well enough to know HER shoe size.. but.. who is C?

Doubtless C will contact HER when she comes back from Paris to find out if the boots fitted and then SHE will be able to say "thank you C... for the most beautiful Christmas gift of furry boots".

Until then.. C is HER Secret Santa!

GeeGee Parrot.
December 20th, 2013.

A SCARLET SOUP.. OF BEETROOT & CHICKEN STOCK.

Winter YumYum, is jurst scrummydumptious.. as, of course, are spring and summer YumYums.. but here in deepest Knightsbridge WE are in the depths of winter.. so this is what SHE and I are eating.. winter seasonal food.

For yes, most certainly, I eat human YumYum and with great pleasure too! YOU think SHE got to eat all that omelette last night?

And tonight WE had soup, because SHE went up to the city after the hairdresser and 'fell amongst thieves' ending up in Chinatown having a late lunch but none was brought home, pity that as I lurve Chinese food, sigh.

Never mind, in another of those bags that old wicker brought home yesterday were strange looking vegetables but I keep old Beaky shut these days because I was once rude about Celeriac. BIG mistake!

SHE washed them and put them into cold water to boil. Ah, I realised they were beetroots as soon as the water started to go that glorious colour! I lurve beetroot.

When tender, SHE drained them, roughly chopped two of them, sliced another into thin strips and put all the rest to cool before putting them into the fridge. NO point in using the gas for just 3 beets!

SHE took down fierce blender from the shelf, put in the chopped beets and about a cup of chicken stock, WE always have a stock pot going during the winter months and this weeks' stock is chick-the-lick!

SHE blitzed the beets, added more stock and blitzed it again, added the seasoning and then poured it into HER favourite bowl, adding a small amount of double cream and finely sliced strips of beetroot. SHE grated a lemon over the dish.

With a slice of Sourdough bread, it was a tasty, light supper. I had to wait for MINE to cool down before I could put old Beaky into MY bowl and WE had to have supper in the kitchen. 

WHY the kitchen? Well, parrots have a very quick digestive system and an off-white carpet and a parrot, who has just eaten beetroot, are not a great combination!

Winter soups are easy to digest, they keep YOU warm and are very tasty. WE hope YOU make and love them too. OUR soup this weekend will be carrot and ginger with a citrus mix, so don't go too far away. I will post that tomorrow morning.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 20th, 2013.

MAKING FONDUE.. FOR ONE PERSON?

Well.. shiver MY timbers or squirrel-the-dirrel!

SHE has been out and about and HER boots came back looking decidedly muddy, SHE must have been gardening, for in old whicker there were, wrapped in newspaper, the last of the roses, such lovely things, how on earth have they survived these dreadful winds? 

Other bags appeared from old wicker containing goodly things, a couple of just picked pointed cabbage and some onions which SHE had stored on a rack in Shack.

One of the bags contained lots of greens leaves, they were mostly of chard, spinach with the last of the sorrel, sorrel is a perennial but fairly tender and when frosts come, it disappears until spring time.  

SHE washed some, cut off the stems and the centre rib and put them into a pan over a gentle heat with a tablespoon of unsalted butter but NO water and stirred them.

When the leaves had given up their juice, SHE seasoned them and stirred in a tablespoon of double cream (WE had it in the chilly white larder because of the Kidney dish last night) and continued to stir until the leaves were dark green.


Then they were folded into an omelette that SHE had made at the same time.

YOU see, Dear Reader, the leaves were not really cooked as such, they were wilted or as the French say.. Fondue.. for one.. and a Parrot.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 19th, 2013.

BILL'S FAVOURITE DISH.. KIDNEYS IN THREE MUSTARD SAUCE..

Dear Readers.. WE have just slurped the most edibubble thing that I think SHE has ever made.. oh, the taste, the easiness of the cooking of it but the smell alone was enough to make ME behave impeccably, even though WE were in the YumYum HQ where I am known for MY evil badbat behaviour!

Not this evening though.. oh no.. I sat on Goosie Head and watched.. old Beaky drooling.

WE have a house full of food but SHE wanted this particular dish for supper, so with HER christmas cards and a parcel for Bruce in old wicker, SHE trotted off to the North End Road in search of the delicacy SHE required.

The very first time SHE had them was in Stuttgart when SHE was staying with Bill and a couple of his old colleagues, Bill used baby Pig kidneys and some smoked Bacon lardons.

He gently pan fried the lardons to make them release their fat, added the cleaned kidneys and cooked them until they had a bit of colour on both sides and took them and the lardons out of the pan and put them into a sieve over a bowl, kidneys produce a lot of juice.

Into the same pan went a knob of butter and then some finely chopped shallots, they were fried until they were soft but NOT coloured, he added some Calvados and a glass of white wine.. this liquid was reduced, then some thick cream was added.. is YOUR mouth watering yet?

Whilst this was happening, he had put on a pan of salted water to boil and our host, who had been making a batter, appeared to 'grate' this into the boiling water.. do YOU know what this could have been? It was, in fact, Spatzle, they are fresh German noodles.. very scrummy indeedy.

The creamy wine sauce was left to reduce a bit more, then he whisked in over a very low heat, three different mustards, a grainy Dijon, a fine but strong Dijon and a Tarragon Dijon.

Finally, the kidneys and lardons were placed back into the pan to heat through.. at NO time did the sauce boil!

They were served over the delicious Spatzle, it was so simple, had cooked quickly and was so very delicious.

Bill was a very truthful man and said that, in fact, that he could not take the credit for this dish as he had had it first in London with Lamb Kidneys.

A couple of months later he telephoned HER to say that he was coming into London for a few days and would SHE like to have dinner with him on his arrival day.. he told HER they would dining with friends and it would be a smart aka dress up dinner.

He was always so good in this way of telling HER what sort of clothes to wear, because sometimes, all he wanted, after a long flight and a busy day, was a pizza, an early night and they would both be in jeans.

Where did they dine? Why, at none other than Bill's favourite London restaurant. The Gavroche and what had he checked would be on the menu? 

YOU are paying attention, aren't YOU! For yes.. on HER dinner plate that night was the original.. 'Lamb Kidneys in a three Mustard Sauce'.

The same dish that WE have just eaten at home for OUR supper tonight.. on Spatzle.

With a Cox apple for dessert.. slurp the burp.

GeeGee Parrot.
December 18th, 2013.