The buffet party for my son's sixtieth birthday went well. My grand=daughter came round early in the morning and together we prepared all the food. It took us three hours and as far as I was concerned those three hours were a delight = these days I rarely get my grand daughter to myself for any time at all - after all, she has a toddler to look after. We had such a lovely time prepared the planned buffet and chatting together.
We were catering for ten, many of whom were vegetarians. We had veggie quiches, ham sandwiches, tuna/mayo sandwiches and veggie sandwiches to my grand daughter's recipe: grate together red onion, carrot and strong cheese, add salt and pepper and a dash of white wine vinegar
and then bind with mayo. (delicious - try it). Potato pancakes spread with cream cheese and smoked salmon, a cheese board garnished with black and green grapes, hot rolls and butter, a giant salad nicoise, crisps, various pates and biscuits for cheese or for spreading with pate. Finally I made a huge apple and plum crumble which we served warm with ice cream or single cream. There was white wine, rose wine, tea, coffee - plenty of chat and laughter and finally a large chocolate birthday cake.
We decorated the front windows with 60 signs and his three children and me clubbed together and bought him a top of the range tablet.
The icing on the cake was that at half past one we were able to speak to his son who is teaching in China.
Everyone mucked in with clearing things away, loading the dishwasher and keeping things tidy. It was a lovely occasion.
Out to lunch today. Mothering Sunday meant that the restaurant was packed to capacity and the staff were run off their feet - but obviously doing well.
Salmon in white wine and tarragon sauce with roasties and seasonal vegetables, followed by an orange sorbet served in the shell of an orange.
An update on Tess - she is back to normal in that she is full of energy, eating well, dashing to the door when anyone comes. I shall try to put the tumour out of mind until the inevitable day comes when we have to say goodbye.