As winter grumbled on, it’s been grim out there, and whilst a hint of spring threatens it just as quickly hides. Tonight we have a progressive supper party with a couple of good chums. She’s making the main, which will include loads of local veg and double dumplings (some with herbs some without – finicky husband syndrome), it will arrive in great cast iron vessel du virtue. Having spent over night and most of the day in her Aga, a more comforting hearty dish and company cannot be better envisaged.
Except for dessert that is….
Attire: We will retain our comfy, country, scruffs,
Table: Fairly bare raw wood: candles will be lit, a crystal glass may tinkle with decent Claret here and there.
Company: Easy, hilariously non p.c. and absolutely treasured.
Pud: The few remaining apples from our autumn harvest are looking a little jaded and greasy…
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