Robyn and Gavin had completed their tennis and were waiting downstairs in their whites. Six shoehorned into the saucisse was something to be endured, for a magnificent dinner awaited us. While John McG poured drinks, and Kim assisted in the kitchen, I searched Robyn's CD collection for dinner music. A platter of superb Pate de Fois avec Cognac, and a multi-faceted terrine were spread upon the fresh sliced baguette. Le Grand Prix joint of fillet of boeuf spattered in the silver chaffing dish as I tore up lettuce and sliced cucumber for the salad.
Robyn extracted the clinging packet of buffalo mozzarella from the 'fridge and dubiously declared Buffalo mozzarella, it looks more like buffalo balls. We attempted to drain off the moisture in a colander but eventually settled for dolloping liquid fromage onto the sliced tomato and basil. The pouvre verte sauce bubbled encouragingly. Gavin balance the steaming chaffing dish on Hamish's dog kennel as Robyn ignited the cognac - ooh la la!
I have been extolling Kim's pepper sauce as the best ever, and have been emphatic whenever tasting other offerings of same. However, Robyn's offering matched Kim's this night. I learnt it all from you, Ma cherie soeur.
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