I cooked supper for the first time for a group of girlfriends on Wednesday. I love doing a proper table, as I have endless cupboards of vintage glass and china, mostly inherited from my family, as well as lovely linen given to me by my mother, and the fabulous silver plated cutlery I recently bought on eBay.
In a moment of self-indulgent efficiency, I sent out invitations on Paperless Post, opting for an autumnal theme.
I made a cannellini bean puree with garlic and a lot of olive oil, and served it with white & blue corn chips to nibble on whilst the girls arrived. Drink was Champagne both before and during supper. We also drank a rose: Chateau Leoube 2010.
I made soup, basically because I wanted to use my step-grandmother’s Mason Ironstone soup bowls, with their matching saucers. (They also have little matching lids.) In keeping with my autumnal theme, I made butternut squash soup.
The main course was a mushroom ragout, (using chestnuts, white, porcini, shitake & oysters) which was supposed to be layered with wilted spinach and pasta leaves, and a mushroom sauce. But I completely ballsed it up by forgetting to make the sauce, and fucking up the pasta, which all stuck together. It didn’t taste bad, but essentially it was a plate of yummy buttery garlic mushrooms…so, no photos.
Pudding was a hot apple & currant compote, sweetened with Muscovado sugar, and given a lift with lemon zest, served in little glass engraved bowls my sister gave me. (And a massive plop of extra thick double cream.)