Feel my eel …

I’m off to the 10th arrondissement to grab some eel for tonight’s dinner. Slippery sucker!
UPDATE: … it is well past the witching (or eeling) hour, going on 2:30am and one last die-hard (the ineffable, stolid Flo). Excellent Odilized dinner of lemon grassed/gingered eel/plerotes with saffron rice and bak choy/soja.
Around the highly convivial table: Odile, Lowry, Anne, Roland,
Fanchette, yours truly, Florence with discussion ranging from Rudolf
Steiner to Freemasons, from the Compagnons to Gian Carlo Menotti. Without mentioning (I will, if I must) my killer-flan-to-die-for (recipe on request) with molto whippéd cream. Ay! Pix to come …