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Saturn's day
Aug. 21st, 2010 03:23 pmToday SWMBO and I cook for my godfathers at Geoffrey's place. We did the prep this morning and now she has gone off shopping with a chum. I shall pick her up from Wimbledon Station at 5.30 and then we'll drive up the hill to the other side and G's.
Geoffrey is increasingly weak and can talk in but a whisper. John is very deaf. Sometimes you have to become an interpreter in conversations. Uncle John is still the acute Wykehamist, just he misses the odd word in three if not enunciated properly. They'll both be 80 this year.
Sea bass, salsa verde, and mushroom potatoes a la Jamie Oliver. A brace of Chablis. Raspberries and vanilla ice cream with shaved chocolate and crushed coffee beans for pudding. A half-bottle of Sauternes. As an aside G has a tiny galley kitchen in his apartment, which is why we've done our prep beforehand. I know he could afford to move but he just doesn't want to. Since he sold his country pile he's just owned the Putney flat and used his money in other ways: good for him too.
Hope it suits their taste. We shall do them the honour of dressing, even if not in a Tux and LBD. Madame will wear a frock, and I'll be in white with pale shoes. Ergo: remember to pack the pinafores, else salsa verde splash may become an inadvertent look.
Geoffrey is increasingly weak and can talk in but a whisper. John is very deaf. Sometimes you have to become an interpreter in conversations. Uncle John is still the acute Wykehamist, just he misses the odd word in three if not enunciated properly. They'll both be 80 this year.
Sea bass, salsa verde, and mushroom potatoes a la Jamie Oliver. A brace of Chablis. Raspberries and vanilla ice cream with shaved chocolate and crushed coffee beans for pudding. A half-bottle of Sauternes. As an aside G has a tiny galley kitchen in his apartment, which is why we've done our prep beforehand. I know he could afford to move but he just doesn't want to. Since he sold his country pile he's just owned the Putney flat and used his money in other ways: good for him too.
Hope it suits their taste. We shall do them the honour of dressing, even if not in a Tux and LBD. Madame will wear a frock, and I'll be in white with pale shoes. Ergo: remember to pack the pinafores, else salsa verde splash may become an inadvertent look.
