Dauphinoise potatoes.

The Dauphinoise potatoes project was finally put to bed on Friday.
It was intense - we peeled, sliced, grated, seasoned, and baked with enviable concentration. For a girl who doesn't know what a peeler and a garlic* looked like, it was relatively intense. It was so intense that halfway through I was dizzy from the intensity of the thing, and I had to take a rest, like a pathetic weakling not up to the challenge of a bout of intense cookery.
(it was actually probably because of near-total lack of sleep, but let's go with the theme)

But the result was decent, though under-seasoned. Proper seasoning, I realise, is a skill that only comes from experience. When the recipe says 'season according to taste', there is no way you can get it right if you're an amateur seasoner, unless you're tremendously lucky. But no harm done, perfectly easy to add lots of salt and pepper before consumption.
And funny enough, it tasted better the second time I had it, after it had been in the fridge for a day and re-heated. The lack of sleep probably affected its flavour on the first day. It tasted glorious on the second - rich, creamy, yummy potatoes. Mmm.

No pictures though, because a person who is disoriented from lack of sleep isn't good at taking pictures. A person who is disoriented from lack of sleep doesn't do too well when it comes to remembering to bring along the camera either. Which is actually the first problem of the whole no-pictures fiasco - even if I'd been up to creatively figuring out how to take a picture of something from an odd angle to make it look unconventional, all the perseverance in the face of adversity would have all gone to waste if one doesn't have a camera around.

I still have extra cream (glorious cream!) in the fridge though, so if I can get mum to remember to buy another kg of potatoes, I can give the thing a second go, alone! Pictures may surface if that is lucky enough to happen.

*To clarify - I have seen a peeler and a garlic before. Just, you know, in my life, the occasion where I have to connect the word 'garlic' or the word 'peeler' to a visual object has never arisen before, so both visual objects remained vaguely disconnected to both words until now, where an occasion has rendered such connection necessary. Sentences like these also demonstrate how I bullshit in legal essays.