I was out the other night with my friends in town and we ended up out to dinner, followed by drinks in a bar that's on top of the Lot 10 shopping centre, which was lovely: surprisingly quiet for a centrall located bar overlooking the main shopping drag, but that was also OK, as it meant we have the place to ourselves.
During the evening I was reminded that I had agreed, a long time ago, that I would cook a Sunday roast. So tonight they reminded me of this, and suggested that Tuesday (a public holiday in Malaysia) would be a good day! So, I am cooking a Sunday (Tuesday) roast for everyone and the menu is roast pork with herb and apricot stuffing, roast potatoes, carrots, peas, leeks/garlic, cauliflower cheese, Yorkshire puddings with a tiramisu for desert: lovely!
They are all coming over for about 5, and I get a call from one of them, Adrian, saying that they are outside my apartment, and why wasn’t I answering the door? I went outside to investigate and they weren't there. However, I spotted them across the other block and waved at them from across the swimming pool. A few minutes later they were all at my door: Adrian, Edwin, Lim and Kevin. Charles arrives a bit later, which was fine as it gave the others time to nose about the flat - marvelling at the bathroom (particularly the bath, which I still haven't used in the 6 months I've been here).
The dinner party was great and the food was lovely, even if i say so myself: it was funny watching Chinese boys trying to work out what to do with / how to eat Yorkshire puddings and they were all surreptitiously watching me to see what I did, so I just held back and told them the origins of the pudding – which confused them even more – and they started to pile food into each pudding and made these sort of pea, leek and pork tart things! Anyway, I piled the food onto my plate, poured the gravy on, and they all followed suite.
As per normal dinner parties held by or attended by me, there was a lot of alcohol involved and we all get a bit pissed, and the end of the evening is a little blurry. I do remember them all leaving about 10 and then not a lot more else: I must have passed out on the sofa watching telly, as I woke up at 3am fully dressed, telly blaring, lights on with the beginnings of a gale force hangover.
During the evening I was reminded that I had agreed, a long time ago, that I would cook a Sunday roast. So tonight they reminded me of this, and suggested that Tuesday (a public holiday in Malaysia) would be a good day! So, I am cooking a Sunday (Tuesday) roast for everyone and the menu is roast pork with herb and apricot stuffing, roast potatoes, carrots, peas, leeks/garlic, cauliflower cheese, Yorkshire puddings with a tiramisu for desert: lovely!
They are all coming over for about 5, and I get a call from one of them, Adrian, saying that they are outside my apartment, and why wasn’t I answering the door? I went outside to investigate and they weren't there. However, I spotted them across the other block and waved at them from across the swimming pool. A few minutes later they were all at my door: Adrian, Edwin, Lim and Kevin. Charles arrives a bit later, which was fine as it gave the others time to nose about the flat - marvelling at the bathroom (particularly the bath, which I still haven't used in the 6 months I've been here).The dinner party was great and the food was lovely, even if i say so myself: it was funny watching Chinese boys trying to work out what to do with / how to eat Yorkshire puddings and they were all surreptitiously watching me to see what I did, so I just held back and told them the origins of the pudding – which confused them even more – and they started to pile food into each pudding and made these sort of pea, leek and pork tart things! Anyway, I piled the food onto my plate, poured the gravy on, and they all followed suite.
As per normal dinner parties held by or attended by me, there was a lot of alcohol involved and we all get a bit pissed, and the end of the evening is a little blurry. I do remember them all leaving about 10 and then not a lot more else: I must have passed out on the sofa watching telly, as I woke up at 3am fully dressed, telly blaring, lights on with the beginnings of a gale force hangover.
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