Haunted by a migraine (etc.) all day, it finally wore off -- ibuprofen didn't cut it -- and I was pretty hungry when it turned supper time. Tam was amenable to steaks a la Bobbi: grilled over hardwood charcoal with a dab of Irish butter -- plus skin-on mashed tatties and a nice herb salad with radish, carrot and green pepper.
It turned out goooood. I threw a teaspoon of curry powder in the potato water, to see what would happen. The water's discarded but a hint of the flavor remained. Didn't have any fresh milk handy but powdered milk (and some of that butter) worked a treat. The steak came out melt-in-your mouth (it's the charcoal, the covered grill and the butter, plus a dash of sumac. Helps to start with very good beef, which we did.). The salad was good, too.
And there will be mashed-potato cakes for brekky tomorrow!
Trivia: There is no frog -- not even a hint of it! -- in Frogmore Stew. What a relief.
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