With family, friends and the contractors coming and going every night I have become the cook again. It reminds me of a big family and the person at the helm having to think about menus from sun up to sun down: What to make, what is left, what to buy, buy it, carry it home, plan it, prepare it, set the table, burn your arm on the over door...
Constant food. I think I should just write the menus.
Or the grocery list as blog posts.
Tonight was a small dinner party... French Husband's nephew who is a chef in Paris (no pressure there!) and who today rode a bike to and from Cassis (about 65K) and took some sun. My Belle Mere and French Husband.
If you ask two out of the three people gathered around the dinner table tonight, "What did you have for dinner?", only the chef would know.
What did you have for dinner last night?