This was good on a number of fronts – particularly if you’ve been labouring under the misapprehension that I live a perfect life filled with fluffy bunnies and ponies and kitties and where nothing ever goes wrong and everything is blissful (is only mostly blissful).
First: we screwed up nights and should have had this on Tuesday – d’oh!
Second: this dish was very, very ordinary indeed.
This would have been much improved with at least two hours more cooking, possibly three. Even then … well, let us just say that this one will not be getting a repeat.