Chaz and the Accidental Dinner Party
Apr. 11th, 2008 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhoops. I seem to have invited people to dinner on Saturday. Sean and Gerry, Harry and Louise and Gail, to be precise.
Therefore, of course, I woke up feeling crap this morning; but we do not cancel, in this establishment. Oh, no. No confessions of weakness for us. Just, there will be a lot of garlic in this dinner. Not in the rhubarb fool pavlova (my own rhubarb! my own folly! see me drool!), but all over the main course, oh yes. Heads of garlic, I tell you: positively heads. Marginally diluted by lamb and beans and wine and rosemary, which is in the slow-cooker already; and by mash, which is not; and by purple sprouting broccoli, which is in the fridge just now to keep it away from the cat; but mostly garlic. *nods*
In other news, I got hailed on. Again. This time, happily, my ears were not functioning as ram-scoops.
Therefore, of course, I woke up feeling crap this morning; but we do not cancel, in this establishment. Oh, no. No confessions of weakness for us. Just, there will be a lot of garlic in this dinner. Not in the rhubarb fool pavlova (my own rhubarb! my own folly! see me drool!), but all over the main course, oh yes. Heads of garlic, I tell you: positively heads. Marginally diluted by lamb and beans and wine and rosemary, which is in the slow-cooker already; and by mash, which is not; and by purple sprouting broccoli, which is in the fridge just now to keep it away from the cat; but mostly garlic. *nods*
In other news, I got hailed on. Again. This time, happily, my ears were not functioning as ram-scoops.