After a bland week where work dominated and food became a rushed bowl of pasta or something grabbed on the run, a weekend blow out. It was the best sort of Saturday lunch: good friends round the table and a string of courses. Starting with Champagne and oysters outside Southwark Cathedral at Borough and finishing with Birthday cake washed down with Moscato d'Asti.
In between came simply grilled English courgettes and homemade grissini, then fluffy ravioli filled with poached garlic and piled up with sage, ceps and winter chanterelles. A huge piece of tuna was seared briefly in a fiercely hot pan. A salt and pepper crust hiding raw, ruby flesh, sliced thick, like roast beef, at the table - a salad of baby fennel, preserved lemon and spanked pomegranate on the side.
Bottles of Campanian Fiano and Kiwi Pinot came and went and the cheese board was soon nothing more crumbs and a hard rind of pecorino.
7 friends, 6 courses and 11 bottles of wine to celebrate 30 years of Ben. Happy Birthday, mate.
1 comment:
This was such a wonderful day and reckon Ben had a blast. Tuna looks as good as it tasted.
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