A night for Beef Wellington
September 10th, 2006 by Bill
Last night Liz, with assistance from Gord, made Beef Wellington for a passle ‘o people. Eight of us, I believe.
I, as usual, assisted by not assisting. I remained removed drinking beer (and later, wine), helping as best I could by staying out of the way.
The food, by the way, was excellent. The conversation was congenial. The night was clear and perfect. (Though this mornng it was raining and thundering and generally somewhat morose.)
Unfortunately, being the idiot photographer that I am, it didn’t occur to me to take a picture of the ninth guest, the neighbour’s elephant-sized Newfoundland, Jake. An incredibly friendly, loveable dog - mostly black and roughly as large as a two-storey starter home.
Anyway, the night was fine with Liz and Gord, me, Andy and Perdita, and three of the neighbours (which included yet another Bill - there are billions of us; we should be numbered).
Oh yes … thanks for the food Liz! Thumbs up!
