Sabrina Dent: Freelance web designer, developer and internet marketer living in Cork, Ireland with one dog and a husband in no particular order.
Christ, Now I'll Have to Do My Own Cooking
Saturday night found us at the previously mentioned and now infamous 2009 Blog Awards, where for those of us attending the Ladies Tea Party, copious amounts of food were wonderfully catered by Fuel at the Cork Airport Hotel.
Score one for not having to cook.
Next morning, it was breakfast ala hotel with about 100 other hungover bloggers, and God bless whoever was back there in the kitchen, because it meant I didn’t have to cook it. Hurrah.
That afternoon, in an act of unprecedented forward planning and sheer genius, I had booked Bite Size to cater a family luncheon to celebrate John’s birthday. Not, you understand, because I fail at domesticity; I am perfectly capable of turning out Sunday lunch for 12 people. I am not, however, remotely capable of turning out as much as toast on four hours of sleep and a massive booze and debauchery fuelled hangover.
In fact, I couldn’t even manage coffee (which is just as well as we didn’t have any). In answer to my prayers and a public plea on Twitter, the absolutely god-like Sam Kidd from Sam and Dan’s actually brought me a huge steaming carryout of java. To my door. With a smile. I nearly wept into the cup.
The catering from Bite Size turned up an hour later, when I was just about ready to face the world again, and it was tremendous. Their canapés are like little works of art, the dinner was massive, and we ate gloriously well on Sunday. The guests all ooh’d and ahh’d and dug in, and I have to say that for a dozen well-fed eaters, it was excellent value for money.
Not to mention that we also feasted on leftovers all day Monday, thus escaping yet another day of cooking, which was just as well because I seriously needed the entire day for additional recovery time. (I think I drank my own body weight in tea, water and 7 UP in a futile attempt to re-hydrate.)
Alas, today all systems returned to normal. The last leftovers went to the dog, the last cupcakes went into various happy eaters, and the last of the manky bits went down the insinkerator, thus ending my three day kitchen holiday.
But if I win the lottery, let me tell you: personal chef. All the way.
25 Feb 2009
| In: Domesticities |
Ha! We’re getting too close…my last blog post had ALMOST the same title! ;)
25.02.2009, 11:48 amGlad to hear that things have returned to normal and you are over the hangover. I am still sniffling and trailing wads of tissue around with me, but I’ll be cured again by the weekend. Sure I will!! :)
There I was beavering away on my blog trying to make it look a bit more colourful, when I spotted my first comment ever! From yourself! Considering the delicate state you,ve
26.02.2009, 3:31 pmbeen in for the last few days, a big thanks!
I have also suffered from events timing management that discount the hangover factor and wish I could console you with the comforting knowledge that you learn from experience. Not.
I love cooking. Pity we are not in the same town. Could have whipped up great meals for you.
07.03.2009, 5:59 am