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Tuesday 7th June 2005
Had a gorgeous meal at Gav's tonight. I'm writing this retrospectively here. I did mean to write this up on the day, but something must have come up. Anyway . . . I popped over at about 19:30. Previous to that, I had been staring at the B and Q book about DIY, decorating and stuff. I realised I was just staring at the words about putting shelves up, but not actually putting any shelves up. So I left Wilson in charge and left. I left my house, turning left up the hill. I then had to turn left off the pavement, into Gav's garden, knocking on the front door with my . . . right hand. Oh dear, what's happened? Why do I keep using the word 'left'? Nothing left? Erm . . . we were lacking smoked bacon, there was none left, so I popped up to the shop, bought some of that, and then left a note at home, explaining where I was (M**** was at Harrogate, you see). Back up to Gav's. I didn't really help a great deal with the preparation and when I did I kind of got it wrong. I managed to cut up the white pudding into reasonable chunks, but then when I was given the task of cutting up the pears (blush pears?!) I was using the wrong side of the knife. I kind of butchered them a bit. The starter was slices of white pudding, lightly fried, and served with chunks of apple (granny smith) and pear with a bit of mango chutney and/or onion jam. Gorgeous. I don't think I've ever had white pudding before. It was like black pudding, as you can probably guess, but without so much of the blood. Maybe none of the blood. That would make sense. Then for the main course we had a salad containing breast of wood pigeon (Gav picked these up at a recent farmer's market), smoked bacon and some more white pudding (I can't remember the adjective, but it had been broken up for the main course). The dressing was some kind of Portuguese sherry vinegar thing (?!), which Gav reliably informs me is vino de jerez vinagre. All of this washed down with a 1997 Californian Pinot Noir. Mmmmmmm. All in all, a damn fine meal.
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