There’s a lot wrong with the dinner party format.
It usually starts at about the time I’d like to be in bed. Then, after some agreeable slurping, I’m placed between two strangers with whom I strike up, sometimes, interesting chat but they always, correctly, think I’m pissed.
On Sunday evening Robert, Bertie and I went to the perfect dinner party. We sat round the kitchen table slurping champagne – not Robert or Bertie. Robert (driver) was drinking something tasty but zero alcohol and Bertie met a puppy and enjoyed playing with him. After more than two hours our hostess gave us a Tupperware box crammed with an absolutely delicious kedgeree; eggs, fish and cream so it was moist, not a word I like but appropriate in this instance. We took it home and ate every scrap watching University Challenge. We didn’t get many questions right but it was more fun than sitting beside strangers at a dinner party and we enjoyed catching up earlier with our friends we had’t seen for too long. Actually there was a certain coolness between the in-house spaniel and Bertie – entirely down to Reggie who tried, unsuccessfully, to make Bert jealous by sitting on Robert’s lap. Now I want the kedgeree receipt. It was much better than one I had at Delauney recently
A few dollops of smoked haddock, salmon and a generous sprinkling of prawns. Al dente rice, chopped boiled eggs , shovel loads of parsley and generous slurps of cream. Masses of pepper, a little salt and a recent guest told me that a little smattering of curry powder would add a glorious final touch. A watery poached egg on the crest is unnecessary.
Mmm. Thanks for the recipe. Sounds delicious