All is spider quiet in
Ted has taken our guests
out for the day
to Hastings and Rye.
'Don't rush back!'
Sitting in the shade of the magnolia-pagoda tree,
after prepping tonight's dinner,
all is peaceful in my 'show'em a good time' world.
As WDinL has often said
'Linda never knowingly under-caters!'
as she staggers, clutching tum from the table.
'My tummy is getting in the way of my knitting!'
she cries as she flops onto the sofa.
Home cured prawns
Basil Panna Cotta
with boozy-baked Madeira Oranges.
Oh and the Elizabeth Shaw Mints,
which strange to say... survived.
Last night Ted and I went out for dinner...
alone and without one of us (Ted) worrying about
drinking and driving. And us both worrying about Lettice.
Our friends suggested they dog-sit to
enable us to go out.
Part of the deal was for us to be taxied
there and back.
In the back of the car I said
'It feels like our first date;
don't you go getting any funny ideas,
I'm a clean-living old tart I'll have you know!'
We went to the
West House in Biddenden,
which Giles Coren-like, I will bore you with at some later date.
I've always fancied myself as a restaurant critic,
mainly because it combines two of my great pleasures...
eating and writing.
Contentedly I strolled out of the Michelin starred
restaurant proudly sporting not one but many
Michelin stars in my eyes...
Much rubber is going to have to be burnt to
balance my spare tyres.
Whipped dripping, the very idea!
What a fabulous meal we had.
Trouble is, I come over all cheffy and get ideas
above our usual diet of Ginster's pasties,
MaccyD's and KFC*
Just popping in to make myself some tea and a slice of
Victoria sponge. Talk amongst yourselves 'til I return.
As I was saying...
trying not to spray the keyboard with
I said to Lettice only the other day
'What cur of your acquaintance
has a kennel with a cellar?'
Of late she's taken to sitting out in the utility room,
which does have a bottle or two stored
for occasions such as this weekend.
Her favourite tipple...
Chateauneuf du pup.
One other thing before I go
a picture for Ian Hutson.
We're very gourmet in this neck of the woods,
even the spiders have
lobster for supper here!**
* Whopper... probably the biggest one to date!
** Followed hard on the heels... an even bigger one!