That would be evil of us!
We're so far from evi...uh. Never mind.
It seems I may have forgotten myself and my middle name for a second.
Although, truth be told, I would like to call these cooking sessions as...practice. Yes! Trying and perfecting recipes, so that when you people come around, we can replicate them for you.
See? There's no evil in our hearts.
Just maybe some hunger to go along with that good intention.
Being hungry, caring people, we decided to continue our Saturday cooking spree into Sunday by making grilled skirt steak with a port wine mushroom sauce over couscous.
|bacardi rum. It's sacrilegious but I am not so sure H1 has Trini rum in the house.|
|It's not a West Indian rum and raisin ice-cream, and for that, it was not that good.|
|With ginger beer added, it does not look so appealing, does it?|
|Gruyere in flour...there is nothing wrong about that.|
|Sugar, spices and almost everything nice(s) - (yeah yeah, it's not a word but let us pretend)|
|Everything nice = Port Wine|
|Into the pot with yee!|
|You too, bartlett pear friends.|
|It's not the prettiest pie (all a fault of mine), but about an 1 hour later, presto!|
|I love you, pie.|
Oh, and did I mention hungry still, H1 made a mango chow of greatness?
What's not to love about green/somewhat ripe mangoes swimming around in some hot peppers, garlic, cilantro, salt and lime?
And that was our Sunday. It was mostly successful, making my blog title awfully suspicious and inaccurate, but how else was I going to lure you into reading it?
That's all part of my