Thursday, August 09, 2012
My friend came round for dinner tonight. Eventually. 1 hour 15 minutes late and as all keen cooks know, this is murder.
Anyway, things went surprisingly smoothly, except I forgot to cook the aforementioned spinach. This is still in the kitchen, next to the washing up.
So we have the salad with goat cheese and croutes, which is likely to make me have interesting dreams:
The rack of lamb, which should stir my conscience because the lamb was so young and tender. But doesn't:
The clafoutis of cherries which we nearly polished off between two of us although it's for four people, theoretically:
There was definitely wine around too. I remember opening the second bottle.
Tomorrow, I will be good.