Firstly, thank you to all of you for wishing me a Happy birthday yesterday; I feel very honoured to have you all as forum friends.
So, I think it was @Sue.Q who, at the end of that thread, mentioned hub's birthday present and the night to come... here it is; read on - if you dare!
Bless, hub is giving me some funds towards a new camera - one of these new digital mirrorless jobbies (I don't like mirrors anyway!!) which will be lighter for me than the big DSLR with battery pack I currently lug around.
Anyway, onto the bit you're all dying to read (the meal, that is!). This village local has been recently refurbished and is gathering some very positive Tripadvisor reviews, so we thought we'd give it a go. It's within comfortable walking/rolling home distance.
We both ordered their home made pate to start and it came nicely presented on a platter with red onion chutney and toasted ciabatta. I should have read the danger signals, as I was actually quite full at the end of it. But did I?
No.
Instead, I had a second glass of very nice red wine and settled down to enjoy the second course of tender belly pork with crackling, mash and spiced apple compote, with a cider sauce. Perhaps you can see where this is going now? Lucky if you can, 'cos I didn't.
Half way through, I knew I just couldn't eat another mouthful. Even a third glass of wine was proving too much. Now, hub, is a very kind soul and usually likes to 'help me out' when I have difficulty finishing a meal, but I could see by the look on his face that his Gammon was proving a challenge even to him. Much to the waitress's distress, I sent my plate back unfinished, but with reassurances to chef it wasn't his cooking...
We strolled home, romantically, through the village and even more romantically, settled on the sofa to watch David Tennant in his new drama, 'The Escape artist'. Hub mentioned a glass of bubbly, but I told him the only bubbly thing about the evening was shaping up to be my stomach. I then promptly fell asleep, waking only when they found poor David's wife murdered. Oh it was gripping alright (but not just the TV programme!!).
Hub sent me to bed during Ten o'clock news and I fell asleep again. Now, please remember I had only had 2 glasses of the falling down red stuff, so no casting aspersions, you lot!
However, I woke in the middle of the night to find Mount Vesuvius had taken residence inside me! Oh did I feel poorly! Even the very memory of crackling sent it into paroxysms! So there I lay, with poor hub snoring gently beside me, bemoaning what I'd done to myself - after all, I do only have myself to blame.
So, there you have it in a nutshell. If you're still reading, you must be made of stern stuff! Pleased to report that I feel much better this morning, but I think my days of generous, rich food have been consigned to the dust bin, along with all the weight I've lost.
I'm off out for lunch - but I am only having soup!!!
So, in a nod to this forum, 'Benefits and Side effects' the moral to this tale is - you will not be able to eat as much as you once did!!
So, I think it was @Sue.Q who, at the end of that thread, mentioned hub's birthday present and the night to come... here it is; read on - if you dare!
Bless, hub is giving me some funds towards a new camera - one of these new digital mirrorless jobbies (I don't like mirrors anyway!!) which will be lighter for me than the big DSLR with battery pack I currently lug around.
Anyway, onto the bit you're all dying to read (the meal, that is!). This village local has been recently refurbished and is gathering some very positive Tripadvisor reviews, so we thought we'd give it a go. It's within comfortable walking/rolling home distance.
We both ordered their home made pate to start and it came nicely presented on a platter with red onion chutney and toasted ciabatta. I should have read the danger signals, as I was actually quite full at the end of it. But did I?
No.
Instead, I had a second glass of very nice red wine and settled down to enjoy the second course of tender belly pork with crackling, mash and spiced apple compote, with a cider sauce. Perhaps you can see where this is going now? Lucky if you can, 'cos I didn't.
Half way through, I knew I just couldn't eat another mouthful. Even a third glass of wine was proving too much. Now, hub, is a very kind soul and usually likes to 'help me out' when I have difficulty finishing a meal, but I could see by the look on his face that his Gammon was proving a challenge even to him. Much to the waitress's distress, I sent my plate back unfinished, but with reassurances to chef it wasn't his cooking...
We strolled home, romantically, through the village and even more romantically, settled on the sofa to watch David Tennant in his new drama, 'The Escape artist'. Hub mentioned a glass of bubbly, but I told him the only bubbly thing about the evening was shaping up to be my stomach. I then promptly fell asleep, waking only when they found poor David's wife murdered. Oh it was gripping alright (but not just the TV programme!!).
Hub sent me to bed during Ten o'clock news and I fell asleep again. Now, please remember I had only had 2 glasses of the falling down red stuff, so no casting aspersions, you lot!
However, I woke in the middle of the night to find Mount Vesuvius had taken residence inside me! Oh did I feel poorly! Even the very memory of crackling sent it into paroxysms! So there I lay, with poor hub snoring gently beside me, bemoaning what I'd done to myself - after all, I do only have myself to blame.
So, there you have it in a nutshell. If you're still reading, you must be made of stern stuff! Pleased to report that I feel much better this morning, but I think my days of generous, rich food have been consigned to the dust bin, along with all the weight I've lost.
I'm off out for lunch - but I am only having soup!!!
So, in a nod to this forum, 'Benefits and Side effects' the moral to this tale is - you will not be able to eat as much as you once did!!