I love being around people who get into the Christmas spirit and was delighted when I got my friend Aggie's invite to her annual Christmas Picnic.
We'd spoken about it during the week and thought we had all the big issues covered (big issues = wardrobe). Waking up that morning, however, I had to totally rethink, well, everything. The skies had really opened up and the weather Gods were sending down bucketloads of rain rather than sunshine - hmmppff just a little bit mean guys. Unsure if they were intentionally messing with our tiny little minds, or if they'd had a big night and mucked up their seasons. Anyhoo it would take more than a little (OK lot of) rain to deter me and I simply swapped my thongs for my boots, my sunscreen for my umbrella, and off I choofed.
Couldn't contain my excitement when I saw the slabs of butter and let out a little squeal of delight (in my mind I thought it was on the inside, however when one of the kids near me jumped, I suspect it was audible). Oh mon dieu.
Aggie's little helper.
What a spread! Even though the day may have been a little miserable I don't think anyone really noticed as all eyes were on the fabulous dishes Aggie had prepared. Amazing colours that just made me smile....and want to dig in.
Now I'm not really a meringue girl at all, or at least that's what I thought. However these bad boys smashed over the stewed fruit with a dollop of creme fraiche on top were truly my favourite dish of the day.
Showing absolutely zero willpower I had to go back for seconds.