Probably a miracle that we still had room for dessert at this stage, but being a special dinner, we had to have sweets as well.
BB had a lemon tartlet with berries. The lemon custard was light and tart, and the pastry was so, so thin and crisp – a lovely way to cleanse the palette.
While I had a caramel glazed apple tartlet. The custard here was just as light, but flavoured with yummy vanilla. I’d be happy with a bowl of just the custard! But then there was the crunch of the thin pastry, and thinly sliced apples glazed with a thin layer of caramel. Thin was the operative word, but it made the dish all the more wonderful – no single element dominated.
I was very, very happy with this meal – but it was a special occasion. As wonderful as it was, I wouldn’t be up to eating it every week!
Main course was a steak-fest.
I had an eye fillet medium rare with Bearnaise sauce and steak-frites. That sauce was to die for.
BB had a sirloin medium rare with horseraddish sauce and roasted baby root veg.
We had a side of green beans done Parisian style – with corn, almonds, garlic, and of course, butter.
We always seem to be visiting French or French inspired restaurants on our birthdays. This time it was my birthday and we went a lot more upmarket, at Bistro Moncur, Woollahra. This restaurant serves classic bistro food, which is fine enough for me.
For entree I had the beetroot, goats cheese fritter, witloof and walnut salad. It’s a classic combination, cooked and seasoned perfectly.
BB on the other hand went all out with the French onion souffle gratin. The cheese sauce made the dish quite rich, but it was the lightness of the souffle that impressed me the most. It was a top bit of cooking.
Looks like someone’s given into the beagle’s charms.
And she knows how to take full advantage.
Ah, those pleading eyes – but don’t fall into the trap of giving into her!
The king protea in BB’s garden has finally bloomed for the first time, and what a magnificent flower it was.
The cows are chewing away and settling in for the night. Only a short visit this time, but still a good one.
The little stream was running. Not so long ago, in the drought, it was just a serious of unconnected, tepid pools.
With December and January being so wet, there was a wealth of mushrooms in the rainforest. Don’t know if they’re eatable or not…
Mr (or Ms) Blue Tongue is enjoying the warmth of the concrete slab on a sunny summer afternoon.