Marriage is about compromise, and here's a dinner-time deal I
brokered between the carnivorous cravings of my British-born husband and
my preferences for French and Italian flavours.
It's a simple
dish of bangers and mash with a twist: oven-roasted pork sausages, an
upmarket 'gravy' and a silken potato purée.
The result is garlicky, boozy, earthy and rich. Stodgy comfort food for him, elegant continental flavour for her.
This is what you get when a meat-and-potatoes boy
meets a Mediterranean-loving girl: and wants something to eat with a
bottle of red.