There were 8 at the table, Belgians in the ascendant outnumbering the kiwis by 2. The Italian and British came in at one each and I, for one, had the loveliest time.
We had the most interesting mix of life experiences and stories. There was the woman, once a Belgian judge now a writer and historian. There was the wildly interesting WW1 historian, who plays many administrative roles in a small village in Belgium and is much loved by the people of the commonwealth round the world and his delicious wife. And then no gathering here is complete without Simon and Paola, just in from a most excellent adventure Mauritius.
It was the first night I haven't worked on photographs and exhibition ideas or any other thing needing my attention. It felt like my first time off in a long time actually.
We started with Tavas, a Cypriot stew, with Persian Chicken (my favourite since forever) as back-up for anyone not wanting the steak, potatoes, tomatoes, onions, oregano, cinnamon cook in their own juices and groundnut oil.
Dessert was the kiwi pavlova, with vanilla ice cream and a thick cherry sauce.
It was a good night.
i love dinner parties like this, good friends, yummy food. recharges all batteries
ReplyDeleteThat sound? Me sighing with longing and regret.
ReplyDeleteThanks for having us!!
ReplyDeleteIt does, doesn't it Van :)
ReplyDeleteOh Ms V, you were missed.
A pleasure, Paola, as always, a pleasure!