I watched the French Mom video, thank you. I could listen to the mother all day, the daughter not so much. The American accent, rising Australian-type inflection and general timbre grated on me. However, it has never ever occured to me to present a composed salade nicoise, always tossed but I'll do it that way next time I make one. It's more sensible and I don't know why I didn't ever do it. That way, everyone can take the bits they like and if I don't have to watch people poking about to avoid the stuff they don't like, I could make it oftener. Now I'm wondering what other things I could be doing better if I wasn't stuck in a rut. Maybe I should rethink pressure cookers, for example. I was traumatised by them as a child. My mother used one daily but was very wary of it. She used to carry it outside when it was ready, as if it were an unexploded bomb, plonk it on the slabs, tweak off the top then leg it back inside while we stood at a respctful distance and watched the steam shoot skywards. I never wanted to get too close to that pot even when it was sitting, empty and harmless on the kitchen counter. The pressure cookers I see on Masterchef and elsewhere seem a million miles away from my mother's primitive contraption.