An easy, breezy Sunday lunch
Had I not been so massively hungover from Friday night (oh god) then I may have done more shopping, preparation, and cooking before 9am on Sunday. [insert massive fail here]. So up until this exact point all I’d managed to accrue was a giant lamb leg, 7 lemons, and 3 boxes of eggs. Nice work. I did manage to get my act together enough to marinade the lamb at 10pm on Saturday night, but that was the full extent of my Organised Prepping To Make Life Easier.
STILL, to my credit, I didn’t crash and burn, and managed to offer the pre-decided menu in full, and everything was pretty damn acceptable. With TWO puddings. Including homemade sweet pastry, which everyone knows is an attention seeking succubus requiring chilling, resting and a whole load more care and attention than I really wanted to give at ridiculously-behind-schedule-o’clock.
So, Sunday’s set list;Roasted Pumpkin Soup, Garlic Croutons and Emmett’s Mild Cure Bacon
Spiced Monster Lamb Leg
Mujadara, Pickled Cucumber Salad, Griddled Aubergines
Broccoli with Caper and Parsley Butter, Spicy Tomato Sauce
Chocolate Brownie with Toasted Macadamia Nuts and Whipped Cream
(£10 a head including Monmouth coffee, Jasmine tea (eventually), and even a snifter of Calvados. Yes, on a Sunday afternoon.)
All in 7 hours! From scratch! On my own! And it tasted nice!
AND, once the people were arriving, drinks flowing, and – most importantly – stuff was ready, I had a thoroughly excellent afternoon, entirely worthy of a morning of Utter Stress*. Word up to my Sandwiches, Celeriacs, photographers, friends, restaurateurs, and Latitudinal diners; you were most awesome guests and I beseech thee to come again. Especially the delightful Sinead, who endeavoured to do the washing up, THANK YOU!
The lamb was of superb quality, delivered (for free**) by MarkyMarket at my convenience. If you don’t know about MM, he visits Smithfield and Billingsgate at unimaginable hours each Wednesday, to provide a kind of grass-roots home-delivery business for dinner party pros, and also for halfwits like me. I managed to get it pink, and tender, with a load of low-temperature roasting and then a long, loooong resting time, as recommended here.
A word about Friday; we had a wonderful time at another home-restaurant, perhaps too enthusiastic a wonderful time, because I have never, ever experienced a hangover like the one I had on Saturday. If you’re able to behave a little bit better than we did, check out Love a Locavore for a lovely evening in super stylish surroundings.
In short, all’s well that ends well. If you would like to take part in something akin to the above (the meal at our place, not the debauched destruction of another supper club), email firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll stick you on the mailing list.
*Don’t feel in any way sorry for me. It was my own fault, I should know better, and will probably end up doing it again because I never, NEVER, learn.