So we finally got a date in the diary for a couple of friends of ours to come for supper last weekend. I had planned to do a delicious Moroccan tagine – chicken, olives and preserved lemons which is second to none apparantly. I don’t like to boast but Frog lived In Marrakesh for 5 years, so he should know.
We met Frog’s brother by chance on Thursday at a local bar where we arrived for just one drink, get some fresh air and to catch up on the week- just the two of us. Frog’s brother ( I have nothing against him) but he has the tact and sensitivity of a bull in a china shop or as they say in France “comme un elephant dans un magasin de porcelaine”. I think that this image is actually much more forgiving.
Suddenly our cosy evening for four, turned into a barbeque soirée, in the garden of one of their sisters, for nine people. I made mutterings about it how it might just be a tad rude to alter things especially since we had cancelled our friends last time when another sister was in town. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way this family has welcomed me with open arms and I love spending time with them. There is always lots of laughter, great food, rivers of wine and a sense of belonging. I just didn’t want our evening to be hijacked. Our contribution was to be all the meat and some salads. No comment. Frog said how lovely it would be to all eat outside. Don’t forget that we have neither a garden nor a balcony attached to our teeny weeny pepperpot sized flat. So I stopped making a fuss and just decided to go with the flow, not without, however, stamping my foot first by saying that I would not be preparing any food.
Needless to say, I spent Saturday afternoon preparing baby aubergine beignets (delicious) and Portuguese style carrots ( good but not the same as I used to eat in the Algarve.) I gave in as we were stuck waiting for our new oven to arrive and thought that I might as well do something useful. Oven never did arrive and do you know what ? I was not even surprised, I felt it in my bones from the moment I woke up (inspite of an alloted time slot). Thank you DARTY- it’s the last time you mess with me. Oven hasn’t even arrived at the warehouse yet! For goodness sake – service, service? Happy to take money but not deliver…
However, the evening was great fun in the end. It was lovely and warm and for once I wasn’t attacked by mosquitos- are they getting used to my blood? Lesson learned: just stop trying to control everthing and get on with life….Still not sure why we had to provide all the meat though!