My father will occasionally grouse that we never eat lamb. He was sixty years old and never had lamb.
I can understand his frustration, slightly. I had the same feeling when I was a teenager, about 17 or 18. So I bought some damned lamb one day, cooked it, and ate it. I told Dad to do that and he declared he wanted it done right, served at restaurant. So it would never happen.
So I made it happen. After watching too many cooking shows I decided to make a family dinner, including lamb. I mean, shit, he's 60 and never had lamb.
But what to serve it with? I like green beans, so I made green beans. Wait, I'm sorry, we are being fancy: I made haricot vert. But I needed another side and found my inspiration from my brother Derrick
A while back he made what he called "ratatouille". It was not ratatouille, it was stew. I can't help being competitive with him, so I made confit byaldi, which is the variation on ratatouille used in the film Ratatouille. I followed this recipe for the most part, with some minor modifications (couldn't find Japanese eggplant; just used eggplant). This was quite a bit of cooking at one in the morning (ratatouille is considered a better the next day food, so I prepared it ahead of time and warmed it up):
But the result was worth it. I paired that and lard-fried green beans with lamb that I broiled after seasoning and sprinkling with mint.
Turned out Dad liked the haricot vert most, so go figure. Otherwise the food was largely wasted on my heathen family. Lot's of complaints about under-cooked meat. It was medium-rare! I cooked it for five more minutes to ensure it was not cooked to the level of bleu at which I eat red meat. There is no treating some people.