The artichokes we popped out of a can. Broke in the food processor slicer blade on the potatoes. Food processed the rest normally. Cut down the killer cream. Toasted the hazelnuts.
Dinner is served.
Pass the bowls. Finally the moment of truth. The king of fuss and his junior assistant. Just a taste we timidly suggest. Met immediately with blocking hand motions and matching who are you kidding facial expressions from the king.