There comes a time after a holiday when reality asserts itself. When, after weeks of lovely food, largely prepared by other people, you have to cook your own dinner.
For the first couple of days after I got home we ate barbecued meat with pre-prepared salads. But eventually I was recombobulated enough to attempt to cook a meal.
As soon as I'd got home, Paul demanded that we place a large order with ELSCo, and I had included a beautiful rose veal fillet (high welfare, grass fed, not crated). I froze it for 20 minutes to firm it up, then cut it into more-or-less even medallions. I initially thought of cutting it into delicate little scallopine, but I decided that my knife skills weren't up to the challenge.