Another Friday. Another look at delivery options. There was a restaurant on our radar which we hadn’t managed to visit before COVID times. We looked through their short emergency menu and found that it was well chosen. Miyan bibi were raazi, so the delivery was inevitable. I’m sure that they would have taken more care with plating the confit de canard than I did, but it tasted good. I saved some of the jus to soak up with bread.
The Family loves coq au vin, and judges French-style restaurants by the quality of this dish. I could see no pearl onions or croutons in the delivery, but she pronounced herself satisfied. I could get to dip my fork in the sauce, rich and flavourful on the tongue. I think we might order more from them in future. There aren’t too many interesting restaurants doing delivery right now.
The Family has been learning new recipes and amazing herself with a dedication to perfecting techniques. As a result, my role has been to assemble ingredients. On Thursday night I streamed an episode of Ugly Delicious, and something connected with a slow running discussion on parallels between Mexican and Indian food that I’ve had over at another blog. I put a methi thepla and a sweet, sour, and chili hot Parsi chhunda together with onions, tomatoes, shredded cabbgage, and a seekh kabab to make our very own Mumbai taco. Later I remembered that Chef Floyd Cardoz was there before. It is fine with me, tacos cover a lot of territory, and there is always space for a new variety.