A Taste Of The Dentist

I can think of no other way to describe last nights evening meal that a true taste of the dentist, needless to say it wasn’t a great success of a meal despite its good looks and great smell, oh if only I could convey the smell to you.

The dish: Bouef Gardian from Flavours of Provence: Recipes from the South of France (Clare Ferguson), a book jam packed with gorgeous sounding recipes and French food history/useful hints & tips to get authentic food, but oh what a disappointment. The flavour of the cloves (which I’d reduced in number) overpowered every other taste in the dish and left that dreadful dental aftertaste too Not exactly the warming, comforting dish I was hoping for after a long walk in the cold, frosty countryside with wee Murph. Oh well one to leave well alone in future; I won’t be typing up the recipe, trust me you don’t need it.

At least the vegetable accompaniment of mashed swede and potatoes which I crisped in the oven, and wine were good