Forgive me if I fail to write coherently about the food at yesterday's 50th birthday party but I think the photograph at the end of the post goes some way to explaining why I fail ...
It was things like the fact that I don't like the idea of veal but ohmygoodness, it tastes like THAT!??
Jayne hosted the most exquisite party, invited a whole lot of lovely people, and made sure glasses were kept full of champagne while tempting our tummies with the most divine nibbles.
And I picked up a camera not my own and took photographs to my heart's content. I drank champagne, again ... Why yes, I was that woman who formerly claimed she didn't like champagne, who has shamelessly consumed 'quite some' (as the Belgian bloke has been known to say) these last 48 hours.
It appears I have seen the light with regard to good champagne.
Mmmm, and so it turns out a recipe for surviving a 29 celsius weekend here in Antwerp involves some champagne, much good food, and more than a few excellent people.
Normal service shall resume here tomorrow.