Monday, June 26, 2006

An almost perfect evening

Last night was excellent, A came over for supper and to meet the Ice Queen and S. A was umming and ahhing over if she would come around all day, saying that she wasn't really feeling up to meeting new people. Of course these plans became moot when a fire broke out near King's Cross so she did come back with me.

We got off at West Hampstead to pick up some supplies to cook with and a few other bits and bobs. So we strolled down West End Lane, arm in arm and I pointed out my favourite places to have coffee in the morning and she told me about her grandmother who used to live in the area.

On returning to the flat, which thank goodness my flatmate had cleaned a bit (I left it in rather a state on Sunday) we started on the cooking. While I prepared the dough A did some cleaning and drank champagne, then we switched while I did various other cooking things. Loud music blared out of the radio and we danced around the kitchen making supper.

After a great deal of pounding and giggling the rolls were made, in a variety of shapes including ones so everyone could spell out their name. The bread was put to one side and we set about the butternut squash with knives and joked about opening a resturant together. A and I make a good kitchen team, which I always feel is an important test. Mid-way through discussing if severed human heads on the wall of a resturant (A's idea) would be wise for business the Ice Queen and S appeared.

Everyone was a bit quiet for a bit on first meeting, but the Ice Queen was in fine form and she soon got everyone laughing away about the silliest things they had done at festivals. With the cooking mostly done, we just had to wait for various things to turn golden brown and so we drank wine and laughed some more.

After more giggling and some female bonding, my important female friends have now met and entirely approve of A, we ate the food which was delicious. The Butternut Squash soup entirely disappeared, the bowl was licked clean and S, who shouldn't really eat wheat based products broke the rules to eat the delicous fresh rolls.

There was more laughter until the time came for the girls to leave in a large group to get trains and the evening was over.

It was lovely.

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