I’ll Meat you in Paris, Mon Cheri
Oh well done us, Daddy Tea and me. We have eaten our favourite Saturday night posh meal. And it was as yummy as it always has been, and (hopefully) always will be.
This is our treat meal. It’s rather pricey, but it does us good (inside and out). Iron, red blood cells, healthy psyche n’all that…
So: filet steak (from the local Wanstead butchers), parmentier potatoes with garlic and rosemary, green beans (ideally our own, but they haven’t grown yet, silly weather) and a red wine reduction. Serious deliciousness. Not good for purse or waistline, but good for the soul, and hey, good for parenthood… “goodnight children, sleep tight, and keep quiet whilst we gorge on MEAT”.
I didn’t eat red meat much until I was about 23 years old. Then I moved to Paris and realised that if you want to stay alive (via the medium of eating) you need to embrace the world of red meat. And I mean, wholeheartedly with a kiss on either cheek. Monsieur, can I ‘ave my steak well done? Non, mademoiselle. Absolutement not, please leave my restaurant quietly, and don’t come back, you English cretin, au revoir.
So that’s when I got the whole meat thing, and came to appreciate good meat. I began to flaunt my new gastronomic prowess by ordering my lamb “bleu” and I almost (but not quite) learnt to eat steak tartare.
I met Daddy Tea in Paris. We fell in love in Paris. We got engaged in Paris. We owe Paris a lot, notwithstanding our love of a good steak.
Bon appetit 
Oh, you made me cry. So romantic. BTW I cooked fillet steak for my beloved husband and one of my beloved sons (the other is at a bar mitzvah) tonight. I had M&S chicken pie!
What no third steak for you? Something not right there. I understand mummy-martyrdom, but really?? Xx
Ahhhh, romance. Great city! And even better headline!
Ah thanks. Better than I’ll fillet you in Paris, or I’ll steak you in Paris…
Nothing better than the feeling of a gorgeous gastronomic delight, after the kids have gone to bed. Reminds you that you’re a husband and wife, not just a mummy and daddy. Well done you
. Love steak too!
Too true. Football widow tonight though, so ate sticky toffee pud, made in a mug! Not so romantic!
Oh that looks tasty and a lovely tradition to do once a week and have all those wonderful memories.
oooh! I love great steak! I love it even more when it’s rare! The rubbish element of being pregnant at the moment is having to order steak well done. Yuck. So I am going without – you can guess what my first meal post pregnancy will be…
Ooh. Yes, I remember a feast of blue cheese after my births!
mmmmm. love a good steak nice & rare. That was def one of the advantages when the kids were little. We could put them to bed on a Friday and Saturday night and settle down with a yummy dinner and bottle of wine. Now we have to share the Steak – still get to drink all the wine tho!
Yes, soooo lucky that we can shut them away upstairs and still get an evening! Not sure how much longer that will last, but whilst it does, we will endeavour to enjoy it!