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.
And not a tansu in sight.....
Posted by: Ems | June 15, 2004 at 11:48 PM
Oh you can catch a corner here and there... I'll get some pics together 'specially for you.
Also will email you anon, you will not believe what's been going here!
Posted by: tokyoredhed | June 16, 2004 at 05:52 PM
I am getting something of an idea but let's keep this off line......
Look forward to it.
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Posted by: Ems | June 16, 2004 at 07:41 PM