Now all of a sudden, I'm cooking for a pair of french people, who know their food and are very particular about it. Fuck.
I spent all week racking my brains for some recipe I had to impress, but came up short. My cookbooks had failed me, and I was staring down the barrel of failure, and at 3 AM, surfing teamliquid was not going to help me.
Wait, I totally lied about that
In short, they loved the pork fillets, and want me to cook for them more. So, Plexa, I owe you one. If I ever meet you, you're getting a bottle of wine. (The pork is pretty damn good if I say so myself, nice and simple!)