Oh hello Charlie, nice truffles!
This weekend was our sell-out Anti Valentines supper, which was attended by a throng of females (and one male!), and included a guest host in Lydia Treacle's absence - the lovely Patrick.
A few initial hiccups were quickly put aside when a bowl of home-made, creamy potato ravioli was served with a black truffle and butter emulsion, and fresh truffle shavings - a decadent dish, fit for the lovely ladies (and gent), that chose AT for the big V(alentines night of dread for all singletons).
The main course included one of our favourite cuts of meat - lamb belly, garnished with aubergine puree, goats cheese and potato galette, cabbage'n'peas, fresh mint, pistachios and gravy. A hit with everyone, if the plates were anything to go by!
Finally, dessert of white chocolate mousse semifreddo, with a prosecco and raspberry sorbet top, dark chocolate dipped raspberries (because it was Valentines after all), toasted hazelnuts, and a hot blackcurrant sauce.
We were chuffed to hear so many contented murmurings around the room, especially when one guest mentioned it had been one of her best Valentines evenings - fab news and makes everything worth while. Cheers ladies (and fella!), and a HUGE thank you to P.