Crikey!

When I woke up this morning I was not expecting to find that I had become part of a functioning supper club with an actual blog, that's for sure. I was in a bit of a tizz because my highly enterprising friend D, whom you now know, had been slightly dismissive of my potted shin of beef idea, suggesting instead her own fine oriental-themed menu. But she has redeemed herself, having telephoned this morning with the news of our new cyber-gastro etc presence. I am having a bit of an unemployment crisis at the moment, so when she rang I was titivating my curriculum vitae, calling in favours, and contacting my contacts. No I wasn't. I was making bread pudding. What else would I be doing on the brink of destitution? I've eaten it now; it was delish. A friend came to lunch and we had quinoa stewed with red and yellow peppers, and grilled goat's cheese, followed by the bp and sour cream – an eccentric but nonetheless successful meal.