Tokyo Redhed: Advil please... now

So woke up on Sunday morning with a head-thumping start, realizing that B could be at my door at any minute ready to start cooking for the other 7 people he had invited over to my place for Sunday dinner. The previous weekend I had offered my apartment as a venue for his dinner party, the only proviso being that I didn't have to cook. Fortunately P had already called B in advance and advised that he take his time in getting to my place as it had been a late one. Despite this I decided it best to eradicate signs of debauchery and begin detox asap. Spent most of the morning with a bottle of Volvic glued to my lips and a phone stuck to my ear checking that the other three, who had dispersed from the bar in various directions and states were still alive.

Later that day... B arrived and true to his word, took over my kitchen all Iron Chef-like and cooked up a storm. As I said at the time, it was the most action it had seen since I moved in. P, R and N and her family complete with the adorable pooch, Princess arrived later to enjoy the feast.

Bloody good food, great company and too much wine, the perfect end to a mad, mad weekend.

P.S your eyes do not deceive you, that is indeed home made creme bruele... in my kitchen.