This past week has been brought to me by the word ‘food’, and the letters N, O and M. It all kicked off last Thursday when Ben‘s mum, an incredibly talented cook who trained at Ballymaloe, had a gang of us over for dinner.
The feast included little cones of salmon and creme fraiche, skewered prawns wrapped in pancetta, little pots of home-baked bread rolls and the most delicious roast beef I have ever tasted. Dessert consisted of standalone crème brûlée with raspberries, as well as mini meringues dipped in salted caramel sauce. Oh, and a wheel of Tête de Moine, complete with a griolle, for those who could fit it in.
Pics of the few things I took the time to snap before devouring below.