I've always enjoyed the civilised cultural stimulation that a traditional dinner party provides however, most of the 'S-Town Massive' are probably more than aware of the lack of civilisation surrounding the usual suspects during a typical Champagne Friday. Lord of the Flies ensues...
Early last week one of the Wine Cafe regulars presented us with the prospect of their infamous ragu as an offering to the self proclaimed gods of wisdom and computers. The god-like contribution of sofa space was provided by one said god and the Tupperware transported ragu was cycled across Summertown by a mere mortal yet obvious culinary wizard.
As the plans began to take shape and the troops fell into line, my housemate and hostess for the evening was expertly carrying out the single most important task of the evening (after taking the M&S desserts out of their packaging and placing them into the fridge) Fyvie was letting the wine breathe. Good move from the hostess! Even away from the comforts of her own home, housewife Fyvie knew her role and her place at the boyf's - the kitchen!
The men arrived home from work and sat down in order to continue working. The lady of the house and the culinary wizard were holed up in the kitchen now with the tricky task of boiling the pasta. There was obviously the added pressure of my Italian taste buds for them to worry about. Finely tuned to the rhythm of 'al dente'.
Apparently Jesus was supposed to be joining us at some point. It was to be a Prix Fixe supper of some sort before the second coming but he was lost in computer god's bedroom; in the no-man's land of socks and underwear. A shame really as I was counting on his little water into wine trick later in the night. This was mainly due to the fact that I had only contributed one bottle of Tesco's most reasonably priced Montepulciano and I wanted more. He may have also come in handy when it came to redeeming the garlic bread. Cremation was on the cards and the jury was out as to whether the "emergency butter" had really done much to hide the evidence.
After we finished the meal, in true 'Come Dine With Me' fashion, I skulked off to a side room to give my foodie feedback and marks out of ten. I didn't have the film crew to make eyes at so I settled for an arms length iPhone action shot. The culinary wizard was clearly a ragu winner!
As the wine continued to breathe and flow in a very uneven quantities the conversation descended into chaos. A.M was about to get "shanked" by her daughter for various unknown reasons and we were all looking forward to the naked men at the life drawing class the next day. The closest I would be to getting any action any time soon...
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