* Chicken and Apricot Pate (a classic combo but rather old fashioned these days)
* Fruited Pot Roast of Veal (includes dried apricots, pitted prunes and raisins)
* Chicken with Pineapple (Pineapple might just be the most eighties fruit. Remember those cheese and pineapple hedgehogs? And, of course, the Hawaiian Pizza)
* Lamb with Tamarillos
And the pièce de résistance:
* Pork and Kiwifruit Casserole (p.57 if your interested)
Then on Sunrise this morning, they showed this ad from the eighties as part of the obituary for legendary TV slush, I mean chef, Keith Floyd:
Those prawns don't look like they want a bar of those Kiwifruit slices. And chicken stuffed with Kiwi? (No, that's not a form of Turducken involving our national emblem).
It's official. The white man had no idea about food in the eighties. Though that meringue looked good.
I think I've officially outed myself as a foodie. On Saturday, M and I are off to Martinborough for French cooking lessons at a winery. (I pretend it's all for her birthday.)
Time for a glass of red, a toast to Keith Floyd, and an entirely fruitless main course!