Mousse de Foies de Volaille was also consumed courtside but definitely did not get the thumbs up by the youngest two members of the family. This could be due to the deep degree of disappointment felt when finding the brown coloured remnants in the food processor was not chocolate. Instead what was found was pureed cooked chicken livers, seasonings, with a Madeira reduction. Cream and butter was also combined to give body and what the French call 'molleux" or a velvety texture. It went down quite nicely on cold toast between game watching.
Julia also assisted in the carbo load the night before the netball event. "Poulets Grilles a la Diable" - chicken broiled with mustard, herbs and bread crumbs. I felt like a real butcher quartering the whole chicken. A good sharp knife is absolute. The partially cooked chicken is smeared with mustard and herbs, rolled in bread crumbs and returned to under the grill to brown and finish cooking. The whole family found it "finger lickin good". Perhaps I could give the Colonel Sanders some competition and set up a stall strategically placed around busy netball courts!
Gateau a L'Orange
KFC! |
This is not chocolate |
Netball at Palmerston North |
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