Brigitte left this morning at some ungodly hour, Cancun-bound. She didn't particularly want to go -- her arthritis is particularly bad right now, for some reason, but I told her that the sun would be good for her, and she'd get some get some good exercise dodging bullets from drive-by narco-trafficantes.
She'll be gone until Monday, so it gives me time to plan another Brigitte-would-never-eat-this Nickstravaganza. I don't know why I keep coming up with duck for these things, but that's what will be on the menu. I would most definitely try pheasant, if I knew where to find one. I have memories of eating it at boarding school one Christmas dinner and even as a little boy I found it amazingly tasty.
So I was thinking duck burgers (I know -- again?) but maybe with a twist: mixing in some bison. So I'd have a Duffalo burger -- or would it be a Buffaluck burger? Of course, I'd grind all the meat myself.
I was thinking of making a special sauce just for the occasion -- perhaps a roasted jalapeño-cherry tomato-garlic ketchup. There would be pinot-noir caramelised onions and a 6-year-old cheddar and some sort of potato side dish. Twice-baked truffle-infused bacon potatoes with goat cheese and dill sounds good, but nah, overkill.
Last night I made a Caesar salad with home-made french bread croutons that Brigitte said was the best Caesar she'd ever eaten (how often does one rave about a Caesar salad? But she did) so maybe I'll just do that as a side dish.
The only problem is the roll. I found some onion rolls at Quality Kosher but they seem too dense, not light and fluffy like I like them. I was going to try Nancy Silverton's homemade hamburger buns, but hey, there's a limit even to a Nickstravaganza.
Whatever happens, I shall faithfully document it! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come over and join me.