Anyway, I get this email from TheBrit around noonish stating "I need a reply, they're sorting out food for the meeting..."
Better him than me working in a company that does those things. I figure after 7 or 8 years of doing the good spouse/partner/whateverIam thing for this, I can beg off for one event per year if necessary.
I digress. So, he sends me this:
Starter
Sweet Potato and Carrot Soup with Smoked Paprika Cheese Straws,Mint Crème Fraiche and Toasted Sunflower Seeds
OR
Salad of Artichokes with Wild Mushrooms, Soft Boiled Quail Egg and Truffle Dressing
Main
Roast Breast of Corn Fed Chicken with crushed La Ratte Potatoes, Ratatouille Timbale and Basil Butter Sauce
OR
Basil Polenta with Grilled Halloumi Cheese, Warm Tomato, Olive and Balsamic Salsa
Dessert
Dark Chocolate and Cherry Delice with Pistachio Ice Cream
OR
Nothing
Meaning that I have to make a decision.
Now, I'd like to think that he knows me well enough to know my answer for everything but the starter, because that one was a bit of a toss up, and I'm kind of hoping that he goes for the soup so I can try it. But... Choice between veggie and meat? Meat. Choice between chocolate and nothing? Please.
So, I sent back an email simply stating: Salad, chicken, chocolate. Which sounds a bit like the world's strangest shopping list. "Honey, I'm feeling fat, but I need protein, and I'm PMSing. Get me something to eat?"
Conversely, it could be a damned good chicken mole (pronounced mole-ay... no idea where the accent goes) salad. (Though I have to admit, I've never developed a taste for chicken mole.)
Now that I've committed to the meal, I have to find a dress.
Fuck.
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