In fact I can’t actually recall when I last felt jaded the morning after a dinner party. But I certainly wasn’t at my best when I woke this morning. Fortunately after a couple of hours I was back to my usual self and the ‘tiredness’ had gone. Last night Dave, Pat and Kate came for dinner with Fred and Sofie. I decided to make spicy parsnip soup, followed by linguine with a sauce of olives, capers, anchovies and tomatoes and then a citrus syllabub with raspberries in kirsch (I’d never made a syllabub before). Obviously cheese followed.
I have to say that it was quite a memorable evening which started at 1830 and ended after 0030 when Fred made the point that they had to go to work in the morning.
Before I go to bed I usually make sure that everything is cleared away and the only things left out would be some dishes that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher. In fact the dishwasher was full and there was so much left that I abandoned it and was probably asleep before Fred got home.
This morning I rather wished that I hadn’t abandoned my usual practice.