Kimbo is a very good cook. He loves his food, and he loves both cooking and eating.
So, as is tradition in the winter months, he lit a fire on his TV, and roasted some poor creature from NZ.
There is something extremely satisfying in knowing that you have raised children to become both gourmets and gourmands.
We discussed the quality of a particular Champagne, and we had a product test between two successive year's vintages of a favourite Montepulciano.
Lunch was exquisite Lamb, with perfectly cooked vegs, followed by Susie's Tarte Tatin that might well have challenged one recently made by Lady M. Both were of International championship competition quality.
And here is the maestro himself (looking very old) explaining about something of no significance to man nor beast. I shall keep you guessing as to the subject. I don't wish to spoil your day!
Yesterday was a lovely sunny day. Eating, drinking, and walking with Billy; just about perfect. Not a care in the world.
Now Monday Morning: Kimbo arrives for breakfast any time now, so I'd better go and fry some goodness! He won't be here on Friday, so we have made amends.
I have just seen that it will probably rain all week. Oh well.......
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