So it’s Friday, first day of the week.
I tell you, getting different days off every week really messes you up. Until recently I’ve been having Thursdays and Fridays as my weekend, and got quite used to it. Before, all the previous 18 months or so in fact while I was plonging, I had Sundays and Mondays which was almost normal.
But now starting my week when most people are finishing theirs is a bit weird. Still.
Quiches (with pleurotte mushrooms and bacon bits) are on the lunch menu this week, with a chilled crème d’avocat and prawns. I made up two batches of the quiches which tasted great but got the patissier to do the pastry, and he messed that up a tad according to chef.
Chefs are more exacting than regular mortals – they looked good to me, great even, but he thought there wasn’t enough pastry and they weren’t deep enough.
Still.