I've been very quiet on the entertaining front lately. I don't know why, but my couch has been empty and my kitchen lacking in laughter.
Gemma and Ben were the perfect excuse to get me back on the horse and even though I (and poor Benny) was suffering from a hangover, I managed to whip up a Sunday roast for us all.
Made a spur of the moment decision at the butcher to go for a Spanish roast. It was good, not great, don't think I'll bother with it again. But it could be user error - I may love to cook, actually live to cook, but roasts and baking continue to stump me.
I teamed it with a roasted balsamic pear, fennel and red onion salad with baby spinach, and duck fat potatoes - another nemesis of mine. Lovely and fluffy inside, but they just don't get crispy!
Anyway, we had a lovely night sitting outside and feeding our hangovers with Pepsi Max. Gemma totally outdid herself with dessert when she produced a peanut butter ice cream cake with butterscotch sauce and popcorn brittle.
I think I've got the bug back. Will be looking for more houseguests next week. Apply within.