Last night’s Indian theme was a success generally. Lovely guests and I was glad to get a chance to chat to them afterwards, particularly cake-maker extraordinaire Lavender bakery and her ‘beau’. Lavender and I are planning an Underground tea in the future. Her fiancé, like me, was brought up in North-West London. We had a nice shared moment, reminiscing about the burger joints Maxwells and Calamity Jane in Hampstead. As a teen it was the height of sophistication to spend Saturday nights there after a party. But then again I remember the opening of the first MacDonald’s in the UK, in Holloway. The orange plastic seats, the milk shakes, the cheap prices, the restricted menu, were a revelation.
“We came out of a Polish restaurant, looked at each other and said ‘that was so poor, we can do better than this!'”
I’ve asked him to keep me posted as I am just as interested in other people’s home restaurants.
I wasn’t so happy with my naan bread, which was a bit like milk bread somehow. Need to work on that one. Maybe it needs to be done on top of the Aga rather than in the oven?
Note to future guests: if you want to smoke, go out the back not the front, we don’t want to attract attention.