Still dreaming...
Saturday night my friend Didier and I were invited to a party celebrating (!) the last night in business of a local restaurant. The departing owner decided to call on a few friends to help him use up the remaining stock of food and wine. So a few of us were treated to a sumptious late supper of lobster, mussels and risotto all washed down with a selection of wines.
I got home well past one o'clock. Karen is away in Scotland visiting friends.
Sunday, I worked at our main restaurant as we were a bit short-staffed. (Summer holidays.)
The convection oven packed up fifteen minutes before service. After a few attempts to fix, the chef and and I decided to use the main oven for everything. Despite a few mishaps, the lunch service went ok and we ended up serving 72 people.
Just after two o'clock I went over to our tapas bar, borrowed a bottle of Spanish Rose and headed to Didier's restaurant for a chill-out. He had just finished his service and was chatting to a few customer friends who had just arrived back from France with a bootful of wines.
We tried a couple of glasses of Blanquette de Limoux, a delightful sparkling wine with a slice or two of cheese.
An hour-long siesta helped restore me for yet another evening with friends, at our tapas bar. A guitarist plays there every Sunday night. A few tapas, a couple of drinks and a Spanish sing-song. A welcome early night brought an end to another busy weekend.
It has not been easy to stay away from Blogland and so, during this Blogging Silence, I have been reading most of your blogs and even accepted a Blog Prize.
I am still alive and dreaming...
The photo is from a local August folklore festival.
I screamed and guess what?
28 Comments:
Oh yum - Sounds like you had a fantastic time. I wish I'm able to visit your restaurant one day!!!
You're living it up m'dear, sounds like so much fun, did you get to shake your castanets? ;) Congratulations on the blog prize too.
After reading Jafabrit's blog and then yours it occurs to me that you lead your own version of The Artful Life. And why do I suddenly have a massive craving for lobster, mussels and risotto?
That sounds such a cool weekend, I know there was so work there, but still plenty of fun!! Dream on sweet Cream, keep us up to date on how many stars you manage to catch.
Its me again, just had a close up of the photo. Has she lost something or what???
Queenie - she probably realised her partner was gone ;-)
Enchanting photo, Cream. Your weekend was amazing! Friends, good food, wine, what more could one ask for!!
You're welcome, Bella.
Akela, every weekend I try to shake my boogie...
Andrea, too much good food at weekends is lethal.
Queenie, I haven't started dreaming yet. Too much time working and partying!
The dancer's playing the castanets but she does look like she's lost something. ;o)
She does look angry, Bella, doesn't she?
Thanks, Christine. That's life as we know it.
I bet you have had just the most amazing meals in your life. You lucky fella!
Lobster and mussels risotto? Must have been an interesting place, with these kind of leftover food. ;-)
So good to read you again.
I am so hungry now. Well, done on the prize, cream - you deserve some recognition after all this running around and eating tapas all for our entertainment...
j'adore blanquette de limoux - c'est superbe!
Maryam, the meals were made even better because of the company.
Merisi, it's a good job not many restaurants change hands too often. Far too many leftovers!
Thanks, FH.
Z, there's nothing better than Blanquette, especially in Limoux's main square, like we did in June.
You deserve a prize for being so warm and inviting. When are we going to get smell-o-blog so that I can really getthe full Cream experience...wait taste-o-blog!
how are your dreams coming along, cream? or are you living them day to day and just starting to let them find you?
:)
HE, thank you for your usual lovely comments!
Roast garlic... Rosemary...
Grilled peppers... Fennel...
Pickled lemons... Thyme...
Please feel free to use your 6th sense...
KJ, before I start working on my dreams I have decided to organise my reality so that it doesn't interfere with them.
If this is your reality then I can't wait to taste what your dreams are made of.
That sounds like a wonderful week end and the siesta helps ...
Zooms, my dreams are just my own reality minus the fear of falling...
Mélanie, what can one do without a little siesta!
sounds like lots of work, and lots of fun!
Hayden, I hope you're having a lot of fun in Sweden.
sampling wines and eating all this lovely food - it's a hard life, old fruit...
One has to suffer every now and then, Marcos...
Changing hands not too often?
Well, in Washington, DC there's this phenomenon of investors (doctors, lawyers) financing new fancy restaurants, investing up to several millions in the interior alone, hiring a famous chef, reaping the success of the newest "on-spot", where everyone who is someone has to go and be seen, for a year or two, and then they go out of business. And wouldn't you believe it, the same place get's another million dollar plus make-over and the same spiel starts again. It's crazy. I still can't imagine how they are able to get back their investment in a year or two. Sometimes I think these investors are having fun while creating a sure-fire tax write-off. :-)
I should be the "newest in-spot. Sorry.
Merisi, I have a feeling you're right about tax write-offs. It is very hard for me to understand, as I think of the business as my livelihood.
sounds like a wonderful time! i knew you weren't far away...
The investors, of course, take a different view, but it is a great chance for a talented cook to get into his "own" kitchen. By the time the restaurant goes bust, they have a hopefully good reputation and most often the whereabouts to open their own restaurant.
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