Lanouaille Music Buffet

I was busy last week.  I had several sessions making meat balls (which needed marinating beforehand), a day in Perigueux buying bagfuls of paper table ware (aided by Mary Rogers) and a very lengthy stint on Saturday making shipping quantities of tiny sandwiches (aided by Pamela Roxburgh).  I also sent emails to other women who were similarly occupied saying, for the most part, cook more.  I also walked the dog, made rather sketchy meals to eat with my husband and watched Pointless (most days).   The thing we do most regularly together is to watch Pointless.   But Horrible Histories restarts on CBBC this week and that’s another story.

The burst of cooking culminated in a buffet (with music) at Lanouaille on Saturday.  This was a benefit for the Lanouaille Music School which teaches little children to play the piano and other instruments.  I must admit I prefer to benefit the desperate and the starving but have no objection to little children learning to play the piano and the music teachers seemed a decent bunch.  So it served a useful purpose. 

The cooking women were magnificent.  Between us we produced a buffet good enough to surprise the French (who all know that the English can’t cook).  74, or possibly 75, people came and ate it and listened to Bob Dean, who plays classical guitar, and a local band, Les Amis du Guy.  It worked – it was good humoured, convivial, a success – and I think we made a shed load of money for the Lanouaille Music School so the children of Lanouaille may continue hitting keys and scraping strings.           

 

I didn’t get home till 1 o’clock which is way past bedtime and Mike had waited up for me which was kind and sweet.  Our marriage isn’t all about watching Pointless.