Mentally I started to prepare on Monday, planning my menu, visualising how many tables and chairs I would need.
- olives
- fresh baked herb focaccia
- roasted cherry tomato soup
- Gratin dauphinoise with smoked salmon and double cream (without smoked salmon for vegetarians)
- Celeriac and carrot remoulade
- Green oak leaf salad with a Dijon mustard dressing
- Mousse au chocolat
- with candied orange slices.
“she put cardamom in everything” grimaced Zoe.
“What a fantastic job!” I said enviously.
“Well it can be difficult thinking up new ways to describe the same old dishes” she replied.
This was such a successful combination for raw chocolates. For chocolate mousses it was awful. Had to chuck the lot.
“I can’t do it. IT’S ALL GOING WRONG. WHY AM I DOING THIS?’ I start to hyper-ventilate.
“YOU ARE DOING THAT WRONG” I shout. She looks at me, clearly biting her tongue.
“Mad woman” she hisses.
I nod at sister-woman and say “Make me a margarita cocktail.”
I start to make the dough for my focaccia. I figure I’ll make some beforehand to ferment it a little. Then add the fermented dough into the rest of the mixture later.
The chocolate mousses are set. I send my teenager out to buy some more chocolate as we have two last minute guests and I don’t have enough chocolate mousses.
I shout at her “How can you be my child and not buy the right chocolate!?”.
She mutters “I wish I’d never come home”.
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Hi MsMarmitelover,
Thanks for a brilliant evening on Saturday. I hope to come again!
Abi
http://foodrambler.com/2009/02/09/the-underground-restaurant/
A brilliant piece of wrting and a brilliant evening xx
wow, sounds like you’re a very organized person . I could use some of that in my own life … best wishes from Indiana, USA
mTw
fascinating…you sound like i do when i’m putting a meal on.
and i was just looking around on the web for focaccia recipes. came across a strange-ish one from giorgio locatelli posted in A Spoonful of Sugar’s blog in which practically bathed in olive oil. what do you reckon?
That focaccia was simply profound! I resisted seconds due to Atkins guilt.
Excellent writing. LOL at mother / daughter relationship.