We had a lovely evening with the family last night. The food was spectacular, crayfish and smoked prawns with aioli and a Macon Village Chardonnay for starters followed by a fantastic fillet of beef with potato & parsnip puree and bacon-fried Savoy cabbage plus a red wine jus. This was accompanied by a glass of red. I can’t remember what bottle it was, but it was most likely a Rhône wine. For dessert we had a saffron pannacotta with blood orange ad grapefruit slices, coffee and a glass of Calvados. It’s hard to convey in writing just how fabulous the dinner was, but it’s one of the best dinners I’ve had in a very long time.
Following dinner my brother and his girlfriend headed out in the garden with Pixie to set off some fireworks. We bought a couple of small ones to set off earlier in the evening in case Pixie would fall asleep and miss the fireworks at midnight. They had a ball!
I tried to put Pixie to bed around nine o’clock, just in case it would work. I thought my plan to put her to bed for a few hours and then to wake her up just before midnight was brilliant. But it didn’t work. She was distraught, cried and cried, and said that she did like the plan when we spoke about it but now that it was real she didn’t like it anymore.
She stayed up the whole evening with us, and had a ball at midnight when the foreworks started going off. When I broadcasted to the room that we should head out in the garden with the Champagne to watch the firworks, she looked at me surprised and exclaimed ”Will there be more!?”. She had though that our small fireworks dsiplay earlier in the evening was it, so when it set off properly she was absolutely amazed and delighted.
Safe to say it was a good night!