Last weekend was highly amusing; there is nothing like a really good dinner party with wonderful friends and even better when they stay over. Saturday morning started with Man almost hop, skipping and jumping out of bed at 6am in his excitement that he was off shooting game for the first time in his season. Dressed in full regalia he left at 07.00 on Saturday morning whilst I lounged with my cup of tea in bed and pondered about the preparation and cooking of the large rib of beef for our dinner party that night.
I wasn't sure if it would be best to slow-roast or simply roast the beef that was waiting in the fridge for me to fashion into the main dish of our feast. All these thoughts where racing through my head whilst I got up; on looking out the window I found that the heavens were simply throwing it down. A quick text to Man was sent requesting for him to help me locate his waterproofs [read: golf shell suit] that were hanging in the garage.
Dressed like I was from Liverpool in the 80s, I gathered the girls from the run and we set off, trudging through the rain, mud and puddles. Whilst out and about, my friend Laura who was coming to Dinner with her boyfriend; called to say that Marc was tied up with a client, so they weren't going to make it until about 6pm. With concentration at this point averted as was focused (read: laughing about our men) with Laura, I didn't realise that the 'Labrapigs' where feasting on russet potatoes laying on the top of the fields. This is never a good start to the day, as invariably one of them will be sick but there is just no stopping once they start chomping.
With food on, Man arrived home at about 6pm whilst I was out collecting Laura from the station. On getting back we found him, looking like a six-year-old schoolboy hanging up several braces of ducks and pheasants. A glass of wine later, Laura and Marc decided that they would be descending on our wee pad once the Ebola Zombies arrived in England. They were genuinely astonished at our 'spirit homebrew' collection that is maturing beautifully at the moment and at Man's collection of survival implements that are housed in the Man Cave.
I really do love a dinner party, the 'dinner dates' or 'come dine with me' programmes just simply don't do them justice. They can be a little frenetic but hosting with Man, they're relatively easy and enormous fun. We had some of his recently home-smoked Salmon with home-made bread and lemons, followed by rib of beef, Daulphinoise potatoes, Chantilly carrots and pan-fried savoy cabbage. All this was closed with sampling a number of the homebrews and a selection of our German friend's (Thomas Sippel Distillery) wonderful Lemoncello and Chilli Snaps whilst we devoured a cheese board with cheese that couldn't support itself.
And as usual, with so many hats in this house, it ended with everyone wearing one - although Marc's choice of a Pigeon Decoy was probably the most adventurous.