Cooking and Eating – the “Can Men Cook” way.
A Sunday of food sharing.
It was one of those days were everything came together. I don’t know about you, but I am really quite jealous of those scenes we see in ‘continental’ films, where a whole family eats out under a glorious sun filled sky, imbibing and grazing and giggling and flirting. Well, the UK doesn’t really lend itself to al fresco often enough. But we do have nice warm houses, and our buffets should be legendary. How do you get the relaxed atmosphere? How often have you been to a gathering were the hosts appear ragged and near to meltdown? And food that is fought over never tastes right – have you noticed? Maybe you just need a laid back Irish friend. Picture the scene. Dermot had set up a ‘pot luck’ lunch, for 19 people. This was due to happen at Mary and Dermot’s house, a couple of hours before we were to set off to see another friend star in a musical at a local theatre. The highly organised and anal amongst the guests were a little concerned about the lack of a menu. “What if everyone brings the same thing?” It never happens intoned Dermot, but without ever saying so – he just ignored their plaintive e mails, I think. Pot Luck means just that, he said in one e mail: “If everyone brings food to share – savoury or sweet or both – it’s your choice – that’s -why they call it pot luck and a bottle of your favourite tipple, what you don’t finish you can always take home with you”. Tagine of lamb, chicken liver pate, homemade (from own apples) compote, with parsnip bread, autumn fruit pavlova, cheeses, more homemade bread and more – and more. Coleslaws, sun dried tomatoes on cream cheese. And many ‘bought in’ puddings – which were absolutely fine too. In fact, they were grand! We ate, drank and were merry. And all because of a generous spirit of hospitality.