My farmer rang yesterday afternoon to say a friend had called to tell him English friends were visiting and keen to catch up on us.
Between their comings and goings and ours the best time to do so was last night.
There was a time I’d have been in a tizz over a dinner party at such short notice but experience has taught me there’s no need to panic.
A quick trip to the supermarket sourced a couple of butterfly legs of lamb which my farmer cooked on the parilla, and strawberries, blueberries, kiwiberries and cream; the garden provided tomatoes, corn, beans – butter and green – and potatoes – red king; and the cupboard had meringues left over from a pre-Christmas party.
Today I’m grateful for food to share, friends with whom to share it and the fun we had doing so.