Last night I failed at faffing.
Instead of a normal faff (which, let’s face it, in my house is tasty only about 50% of the time and attractive only about 10%) a fantastic meal resulted with a lot of effort and considerable forethought.
Which goes against everything the Friday Faff stands for.
I know. Despicable.
Last night I helped out preparing and serving dinner for my church’s Alpha launch night. We took over the small but suitably industrial stainless steel kitchen at a local joint called The Magic Cafe. I couldn’t quite capture the beauty of the setting sun shining through the front window, but let me tell you, the place glowed in red.
I have to confess to a few moments of day-dreaming about being Master and Commander of just such a local bustling cafe/bakery. The high five-year-foreclosure stats for independent cafes are too high to even consider such an endeavour seriously. But, as far as I can tell, there is no such hold on daydreaming.
When did an abacus become a child’s toy? I wonder if calculators or laptops will go the same way, one day.
We cooked honey-mustard pork sausages with herb potato wedges, broccoli, slaw, red cabbage and quiche.
Other creative-types decorated the place. Note to self: make more of an effort with home decor. It makes a room become a lovely room.The turnout was pretty good, but we probably had about 50 sausages, 5 pounds of broccoli and too many potatoes to quantify left over at the end of the night. More for me!!