So I was having some people over for a meal, nothing formal although given the amount of preparation and planning on my part you’d think it was going to be more formal. I know that my friends weren’t coming over for a five-star meal (woe to any of them that suspected I could pull that off in the first place), but I still wanted to provide a variety of flavors and textures for people to enjoy.
I should point out that I’m not trained as a cook so this is all just crossing of my fingers, hoping and praying it turns out relatively decent. So far this has worked for the most part, although there was the seafood stew disaster, but let’s not go there.
So I visited several different shops, pulled out a million pots and pans (okay not really that many) and cooked. People came over and enjoyed themselves so ago od time was had by all. And the mountain of dishes from all the cooking? They were behind a closed-door in the kitchen so they were easy to ignore while company was over.
After everyone left the dishes could be tackled, cleaned and put away until next time. After I have recovered from this whirlwind of breaking bread with people who matter in my life. Because what’s a few dishes between friends?