Over the last few weeks I had been sharing my plans with Soup for our upcoming kitchen renovation.
This is my kitchen.......Currently.
When we moved into the Jetty House, our little kitchen had a total of three cupboards. (The white ones)
We added an old corner cupboard that we managed to scab from the lucky weirdo's across the road when they were renovating their kitchen, just as we were moving in!
(Or budget for improvements was tiny)
See the funky tiles behind our tiny little oven?
I painted those on.
I kid you not.
I also painted the floor black... It was the only colour I could find that would cover the delicious Orange textured lino.
I discovered soon enough that you cant paint "Function" into a kitchen, and as much as I loved my little Andy Warhol inspired eat's provider, it had to go.
So like I said I was invited to a dinner party,
I was pretty sure I had heard of Everdure before... I was pretty sure that they made Barbecues, and that was pretty much all I knew, however they promised dinner, prepared by Home economist Anna Phillips
(always appreciated.... note my Kitchen),
Wine, (Always appreciated. Full stop) and a few hours of child free time with Mr Emma's Brain.
I was there.
We arrived a little early at the dinner party, and I sat in the car with Mr Emma's Brain in a weird car park Mexican Stand off with another couple waiting in their car...I didn't want to go in first and I HATE being early.... It comes from my childhood, and the Hippies ability to be late to everything.
Luckily for me the other couple got out first and began to walk in, even luckier they were lovely, and we all entered the room together, (Awkward silence averted).
Through out the evening we learnt that Everdure did indeed make barbecues and I gave myself a mental high five for my ability to retain seemingly useless information, whilst forgetting necessary things like Sunday is Bin night.
I also learned that Everdure made kitchen appliances and heaters. I learned all of this whilst intermittently glaring at Mr Emma's Brain for shoving cheese in his mouth.... At one point he actually scraped his tongue with his finger and declared that he believed he had just eaten wax, whilst bending over one of the biggest barbecue's I had ever seen, further declaring that this barbecue was "The Sh*t" and drawing an imaginary deck with his index fingers and nodding at me in an attempt to sign to me that we were buying one.
With any attempt at pretending we had any class gone,
we took our seats to watch Anna Phillips cook our meal, Master Class style.
A menu of Olive and Artichoke Pizza, made with the most pungent cheese I had ever smelt. I mentioned to Mr Emma's Brain that the cheese smelt a little like our dog Buster, which is really more of a compliment than it sounds because I love Buster.... He just stinks.
Mr Emma's brain replied that I was now the one with no class, I nodded and he smiled at me....
He had Red cheese wax on his tooth.
Pizza (That tasted divine, no less) was followed by
Lamb Cutlets and roast vegetable medley, and then Apple and Rhubarb pudding with fresh cream.
Whilst Cooking up our feast Anna invited
all of the dinner guests to pop any cookery questions we had at her, Anna answered them all in between tales of celebrity chef's and fishing.
I wanted to take her home.