Invisible

I could have sworn I took some photos of my meal this evening, tarragon cream chicken again. Evidently I am mistaken as they are no where to be found. You will just have to trust me this time. There was supposed to be some close-up shots of the tarragon cream sauce simmering away. Making sauces always seems akin to brewing a magic potion in a medieval tale. You mix various ingredients in a vessel over heat until they merge into a form far greater than their parts. Hopefully I can just remember to take the pictures rather than dream up prose next time. A picture is worth a thousand words after all.