Whilst the troglodytes are boozing - oops, planning the finer details of the menus - at the local inn, I thought it high time I showed my hubby that I have moved on from windows 1864 and that blogging (a new verb?) is not his sole domain. Rest assured though, my pc competency does not extend to attaching photos of dismembered body parts on polystyrene trays! or more sadly, pigeons in trainers at the starting post!
Tonight, the men folk are (alledgedly) (Roadblock did take his Filofax planner with him - last opened in 2006) at the crux of deciding how to create a fabulous table of fine fayre with all their labours of love, putting to use the various cooking pots / methods they have at their disposal. Bonne Chance!
So it's just for me to say - yippeeeeeeee! I know we are all looking forward to Sunday 3pm - it's going to be an inaurguration to be remembered!
Practical note - all bring your own plates and cutlery.
And to the decorative contingency, after flipping through a few recipe books this eve, I'm hoping to make something along the tomato flan line. Any other vege thoughts?