*is just awesome*
current mood: amused
Sometimes, I remember I really can cook.
Surprise Mostly Vegetarian French Jewish Houseguest walks in while I'm halfway though making dinner.
Did not even know he was eating with us.
Stuffed capsicums (stuffed with leftover lamb risotto) were not edible, and sausages were declined, but fortunately Mum had just brought home fresh shark from the markets. (We said 'fish' though, even though we tend to call shark shark in this house)
The potatoes, however, which were the only other offered carbohydrate, suddenly had to be changed. Mashed potato doesn't go with fried fish. Half-considered thoughts of potato bake were discarded (Yessss, serving milk, cheese and ham with that fish would work. Not). Potato salad had to go out the window, since we only have whole egg mayonnaise and I was now aiming for Inoffensive As Possible.
I had an almost empty jar of sundried tomatoes in olive oil, though. Sundried tomatoes, capers, chives, spring onions chopped through the potato... and enough of the jar oil over the top to add flavour and make things stick.
It got eaten. *buffs nails*.