It is 1800 and I am Napoleon's chef. As is his custom during a battle the Emperor has eaten nothing. Now that he has triumphed however, he has commanded me to prepare a meal for him. The difficulty is that we have advanced a long way in front of the supply wagons. Men I dispatch in search of provisions return with three eggs, four tomatoes, six crayfish, a small hen, a little garlic, some oil and a saucepan. From these ingredients I create a dish which moves my master to say, "You must prepare this dish for me after every battle." Who am I, and what is the name of the dish?