A NIGHT OUT
I hate going out after dark in the wintertime and very little will coax me out on a week night. But, I hear you say, it was the Spring Equinox yesterday, and yes it was but until the clocks change, it's still winter to me and also we have large amounts of snow......so, winter!
My sister has been trying to attend Pop-up Feasts run by her weekly veg box scheme for some time now, but has always missed out. There are very few places and they get booked up almost immediately. Well, this time she struck lucky, phoned me to see if I was interested....food, always interested...and booked two tickets.
So last night, along with Sister, I ventured into the cold, dark night and headed to a village hall twelve miles away.
As we drove into the village, it suddenly hit me that the last time I was here was for my beautiful dog Feebie's hydrotherapy treatment. Wow, the emotions that hit me. I really choked up. The treatment had not continued because of her death, something I still haven't come to terms with. I kept myself together, just had to push down the feeling of grief. Strange how it can catch you.
The hall was a nice surprise as I've been to some pretty grotty, unappealing, cold village halls, but this one was warm with hamstone walls and bright, poppy covered curtains. The lighting had been dimmed, and there were two long trestle tables dressed with burlap runners, dried corn cobs, little jars with candles and larger jars full of twinkle lights. Each place was marked with an individual menu in the persons name. It was also a bring your own booze event, a rare and pleasant thing.
The food smelled delicious and it was. Five sharing courses were served, which made it less formal and forced people to engaged with one another. We had a nice chatty bunch next to us, so much fun and laughter was had.
The flavour combinations of the food and the balance of the courses were perfect. When it came to filling out the questionnaire inside the menu, we gave glowing reviews and a request for the recipes to be put on their website. We also made a point of thanking the chef and his helpers, expressing our gratitude for such stunning food. I even managed to bring home a doggy bag for Mr., a piece of mushroom and leek galette, which went down a storm.
On the journey home, our root was blocked by an accident, so we had to about turn and find an alternate one, which made us laugh as our last trip to London was much the same. We've decided that we're doomed when it comes to going out together, where travelling is concerned, but agreed that at least, on both occasions, we'd had a fantastic time, so who cares!
I hate going out after dark in the wintertime and very little will coax me out on a week night. But, I hear you say, it was the Spring Equinox yesterday, and yes it was but until the clocks change, it's still winter to me and also we have large amounts of snow......so, winter!
My sister has been trying to attend Pop-up Feasts run by her weekly veg box scheme for some time now, but has always missed out. There are very few places and they get booked up almost immediately. Well, this time she struck lucky, phoned me to see if I was interested....food, always interested...and booked two tickets.
So last night, along with Sister, I ventured into the cold, dark night and headed to a village hall twelve miles away.
As we drove into the village, it suddenly hit me that the last time I was here was for my beautiful dog Feebie's hydrotherapy treatment. Wow, the emotions that hit me. I really choked up. The treatment had not continued because of her death, something I still haven't come to terms with. I kept myself together, just had to push down the feeling of grief. Strange how it can catch you.
The hall was a nice surprise as I've been to some pretty grotty, unappealing, cold village halls, but this one was warm with hamstone walls and bright, poppy covered curtains. The lighting had been dimmed, and there were two long trestle tables dressed with burlap runners, dried corn cobs, little jars with candles and larger jars full of twinkle lights. Each place was marked with an individual menu in the persons name. It was also a bring your own booze event, a rare and pleasant thing.
The food smelled delicious and it was. Five sharing courses were served, which made it less formal and forced people to engaged with one another. We had a nice chatty bunch next to us, so much fun and laughter was had.
The flavour combinations of the food and the balance of the courses were perfect. When it came to filling out the questionnaire inside the menu, we gave glowing reviews and a request for the recipes to be put on their website. We also made a point of thanking the chef and his helpers, expressing our gratitude for such stunning food. I even managed to bring home a doggy bag for Mr., a piece of mushroom and leek galette, which went down a storm.
On the journey home, our root was blocked by an accident, so we had to about turn and find an alternate one, which made us laugh as our last trip to London was much the same. We've decided that we're doomed when it comes to going out together, where travelling is concerned, but agreed that at least, on both occasions, we'd had a fantastic time, so who cares!
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