Mais non, non, NON! I wanted some solid French fare. Why, you wonder, for my first home-cooked Sunday dinner in England's capital city was I being so non-traditional?
It all began on Friday, when I started reading Muriel Barbery's The Gourmet (Gourmet Rhapsody in North America). Suddenly, I needed to nibble on some dark chocolate. Then, I just had to make an omelette with some farm-fresh eggs. I hunted down some Brie. I made crisp walnut cookies. I had to put the book down!
This book is the perfect book with which to curl up on the couch under a blanket on a cold winter's afternoon, but I warn you, you will want French food!
Back to the present, for a last-minute lovely French dinner worthy of Sunday status, follow my lead:
Roughly chop a bunch of vegetables,
simmer them with chicken in some dry red wine and broth,
serve with a side of warm herbed scones,
finish it off with an apple-berry treat,
et voilà, a simple, elegant Sunday dinner that satisfies the craving for French.