We are all here because of our passion and talents we were gifted by god, there no feeling that beat the way we feel when we do something that we love.
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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