Differences
Yesterday I had yet another lovely meal at Lee's place, he's been very kind to feed me when the chips have been down as it were.
I arrive at his place and I'm asked what I would like to drink, I initially have a glass of water because I was thirsty. On sitting down I'm offered a beer, which I gratefully quaff, then the meal arrives which is probably enough food to feed two people or a hungry King. As a digestif, a gin and tonic ensued before we walked to the pub for quite a few pints of dirty dish water over the rest of the evening before retiring, happily sated and slightly tipsy.
The last time I fed Lee was back at my place a few months ago, we'd been out on a bender and had a couple of smokes so we had the munchies, I had nothing in the house other than bread and butter. So I made him a butter sandwich which contained about a third of a pound of butter and I insisted that he ate it, knowing full well he'd die of a heart attack if he consumed that much butter.
Being the polite person he is, he ate it.
He's still alive, which in a selfish way is very good for me, but last night we did remark at the differences in both our hosting styles. He provides an excellent fare, I pile pure fat down his gullet.
I guess I need to brush up on my dinner party skills.
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Ha - I'm the same way. I usually treat my buddies to lunch out so I won't kill them with my lousy cooking - although I'm trying to learn.
Lee sounds like a very cool friend (hanging at the pub sounds fun - I wish we had those in the States - the authentic British ones that is).
There's always a good, deep, dark tan and a sex change operation...
Seriously, there are dozens of college cuisine sites up that are doing wonders with packets of ketchup and ramen noodles...LOL
He used to cook for me when we came back from the pub, one time he decided he was going to do fried rice. "The best you'll have ever tasted" was his boast, however half a jar of chilli powder even the King with his cast iron throat declared it was too hot to eat. Me being very drunk decided to eat just another few mouthfuls with disastrous consequences for my bottom the next day.
However I will say this, the game pie was outstanding!
Darn it, I can find neither lord nor lady around here who shares my incompetence in cooking. But wow, you're my first real chef friend!
That offer rocks - we should make it a Vox night if Geo can attend too.
Look, it could have been worse. You could have only been able to offer him curried Brussels' sprouts...