Their goose is cooked. Vraiment.
And damn, goose is GOOD.
You totally wish you could have been at my friends’ Frenchified pate-and-goose party.
But you weren’t.
So sad.
The spread.
Duck rilette, salmon mousse, liver pate, and those tiny pickles I hate.
Ridonkulous pate de campagne.
Feeling dainty.
Fruit brandies for the fortification of prosecco. TRES DANGEREUSE.
The literal Christmas goose.
Goose, hacked.
The reason for the season.
Happy Holidays!
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That pate de campagne is calling my name!
Now I see why you were tring to make macarons for the occasion. I’m sure that whatever you brought, it was delicious and perfect for the party.
I served two geese last year to B’s family but I made the mistake to tell them what we would eat ahead of time. I had all sorts of crazy reactions (they tend to stick to ham or meat for X-Mas) but everyone cleaned their plates and went back for seconds!
Glad you had a good Christmas!
You hate those little pickles?!?
Oh, that pate….. drooool.
Delish! Loooove the heart shaped ramekin, cuteness. Merry Xmas Michelle!
Awwww, you don’t like cornichons?
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