April 22nd, 2010
You’d never guess, I’m sure, but I used to be rather the dab hand at throwing a dinner party.
Starters, entrees, mains, desserts. Matching beverages. Food served piping hot, straight to the table and me, ever the hostess-with-the-mostest, alternating between swanning around with a tea-towel thrown over my shoulder and quietly freaking out in a corner about whether I’d overcooked the chicken.
Or worse, undercooked the chicken.
…continue reading the new dinner party
January 12th, 2010
“When was the last time you cooked something Cheh?”
My father looked at me quizzically from across the kitchen, where I’d been guiltily stuffing my mouth full of cherries.
“Erm…” I said, trying not to choke on the stones “last week?”
“I don’t think so.” said he.
I caught a bit of juice that had threatened to escape in vampiresque torrents down the side of my mouth.
“Two weeks ago?”
A head shake.
…continue reading and so it begins…
