16 January 2009 16:00
Dinner is at eight
Have had a frantic whirlwind few days which have taken me from the kitchen table and to London on the train. I'm actually amazed at how freezing it was out there and I seriously missed my Aga. Being rather dippy, I managed to go away totally forgetting that I had guests arriving for a couple of days on Thursday evening. They got here at 6.30 when I was on the train somewhere in deepest Cambridgeshire and I arrived home a couple of hours late. Thankfully my guests were the brilliant Aga demonstrator Mark David and his divine wife Annie.
Once again I found myself hugely thankful for the Aga, 40 minutes after I got home, we were all tucking into risotto and chicken with bacon and stilton, which, although it was thrown together in seconds was utterly delicious. Of course, I let Mark help out with the cooking, well it would have been rude not to, and he has a way of chopping onions that is enough to make me faint with envy.
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