Tonight we held a modest little dinner party for my mother and stepfather. For a change, it wasn’t terribly wine-tastic, as the food was of the unsophisticated kind. It was terribly good, though. We cooked [link2post id=”1362″]Boston baked beans[/link2post]:
And wonderful Sicilian sausages from Sillfield farm:
You can tell those are good sausages because they go pink when you cook them: meaty goodness!
It was not the most refined of dining experiences, but the food slipped down a treat. I have to say it is also nice not to be feeling violently ill, as I have for the past ten days or so.