Cue the CD player to Putumayo's French Playground and Paris, take everything outside for some al fresco dining and we had the ingredients for a French-inspired evening. Each muffin, as I preferred to call them, was really like tuna custard, a light yet hearty meld of egg, tomato and tuna.
"They're better than crabcakes," my husband said, in between second helpings.
Never mind that my kids, for once, preferred the salad to the main entree. But my husband enjoyed the leftovers in a sandwich the following day at lunch. And I now have a meal to remember France by, even if it's tuna I enjoyed in my own backyard.
So two thumbs up. Two tiny thumbs down.