Last week we had a lovely dinner on the lawn cooked by Jane's brother, Roger, who's a chef, with his friend, Naomi, as the apprentice. It was a lovely surprise and as I'd had an awful day fighting with my phone and broadband provider (that's another story), I was ready for something nice to happen.
Anyway, Roger and Nomes disappeared out for a couple of hours and came back with grocery bags with interesting looking things inside. The weather was beautiful and warm although there was a stiff breeze which dropped about an hour later. I anchored the tablecloth to the table with clothes pegs.
There were delicious smells coming from the kitchen, a couple of bottles of Chardonnay chilling and hungry people drooling.
First, there were nibbles of chips and dip and then a prawn entree. Unfortunately, I didn't get any photos of the main course (I was too busy eating it), but Roger had bought two red emperor, scaled and gutted them and baked them in the oven with herbs. With that we had various salads...green, coleslaw and pasta...yummm.
Dessert was tropical fruit salad with ice cream. It was a beautiful meal and we sat around the candle lit table talking until about 10 pm. Needless to say, there weren't any leftovers.
Ebony guarding the table...just in case.
Roger and Nomes doing their chef thing.
Ken waiting for dinner and having a chat with Naomi.
The prawn cocktail served in 60 year old crystal...I'm sure that added to the taste.
Dinner time... (L to R) Jane, Fred, Ken and Roger.
A special guest was Naomi's little Pomeranian named Major Happyfeet. He looks like a little fox...I thought Basil Brush would have been a perfect name.
Tomorrow night is my big birthday bash...I can't believe it's arrived (well, almost). I've done everything except fhe nibbles which I will slice, dice and prepare tomorrow, as well as clean the house...sigh. I went up and filled in the Party Safe form at the Police station...they wanted to come, too....and not as part of the job! Especially when they heard there was going to be a live band.
We have a lot of hoons up and down our road. Because it's about 4 km long, for them it's a great place to do burn outs and donuts. Although we live up a very long driveway and the house can't be seen from the road, I wasn't taking any chances and decided to let the police know about the party. That way they can come quickly if we need them to. I'm not anticipating any trouble but I'd rather be prepared.
I wish you all could come...but I know you'll be there in spirit (or spirits?). I'll put up a post and photos when I recover...