IN AN EFFORT TO IMPROVE BOHEMIAN-BAVARIAN RELATIONS, WE HOSTED A LITTLE DINNER IN THE HIPPIE HAUS IN HONOUR OF DARLING NILS, WHO WAS MUNICH BOUND.
WE LOVE AN EXCUSE FOR A CROWD AROUND THE TABLE, AND ALSO THE OPPORTUNITY TO ROAST THINGS STUFFED WITH CHEESE.
AND IT WAS SO, CROSTINI, STUFFED LEMONS AND BOUILLABAISSE FOR GATHERING OF HUNGRY MEN AND THE BEAUTIFUL SARANNA.
THE GIRLS WERE OUTNUMBERED, SURE. BUT WE GENERALLY LIKE TO STACK THE ODDS IN OUR FAVOUR.
AND FOR THE BAVARIANS, WE WORE THE BRIGITTE. BECAUSE WE ARE STILL ON OUR DOT TANGENT, AND WE DO LIKE A BIT OF ALLITERATION, AS YOU MAY HAVE SEEN. WE WANTED TO WEAR OUR HIPPIE HOSEN BUT REALLY, WHO KNOWS WHERE THOSE THINGS ARE. AND ITS VERY HARD TO COOK IN A DIRNDL. YOU CAN SEE WE WERE GETTING PRETTY WORKED UP OVER THE WHOLE THING.
WE HAD AMBITIONS OF MAKING AN APPLE TART TATIN, WHICH WE TOTALLY DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR
(WE LOST THE WILL WHEN THE WINE WAS POURED)
SO FOR DESSERT, WE HAD AMARETTI BISCUITS AND HATS ALL AROUND.
BECAUSE WHEN YOU COME TO OUR HOUSE, YOU GENERALLY HAVE TO WEAR A HAT AT SOME POINT IN THE EVENING.
'TIS ONLY POLITE, AND OUR MAMAN RAISED US RIGHT.
AND WE TOTALLY CONVERTED THEM IN THE END- WE GOT ALL HIPPY-DRIPPY AND TALKED ABOUT OUR FEELINGS AFTER OVERDOSING ON MARCONA ALMONDS.
MAYBE IT WAS THE LOVE DRUGS WE SLIPPED IN THE SEAFOOD SOUP?
TO BUY YOUR OWN BRIGITTE, DIT BONJOUR MON AMOUR, ICI
