September 5, 2012 by hattersleysmith
2010 saw Spanish Tapas dominating the sideboard.
2011 brought a spread of Chinese to rival to Chong Wong.
For 2012 the dining table of Yew Tree Farm found itself laden with pizza, pasta, salads, risotto and tiramisu for the annual themed end-of-summer dinner party where I was joined by Miss Edridge, Horsell, Pentz and Round for a top evening of catching up over a home-cooked feast of dishes.
Personally I think that since leaving school we’ve developed the perfect format for a superb dinner party. Everyone contributes two dishes each so no one feels put out, everyone gets to try a huge array of incredible food and everyone puts the effort in because no one wants to give the others salmonella…and no one needs breakfast in the morning! It’s clear that living out has taken its toll on each of us; every dish was cooked to perfection as we enjoyed squash ravioli, lasagne, prawn (brown rice) risotto, black pasta with fish sauce and balsamic salads finished off with light mascarpone (and double cream) tiramisu and honeycomb ice-cream. FIT TO BURST.
Great company with so much to chatter about over vast quantities of cracking nosh; it’s a win win win.
It’s strange thinking that only three years have passed since we were sipping those exclusive Klix’s in the sixth-form common room together, yet now we’re all on the brink of so many different paths; Harriet’s going off to study Medicine, Clem to France for her year abroad, Katie to Leeds to start her English degree and Heather into the big bad world (though it’s lovely to hear that all of us are pretty smitten with our other halves). Perhaps stranger yet, I don’t really think any of us have changed that much since HLC, we just fall back into conversation as if it’s 10.20am and we’re congregating in one of our studies.
We’re the same girls, just with more stories.
There’s something very comforting in knowing that year after year we’ll inevitably find ourselves clutching our stomachs, forcing down spoon after spoon of pudding over girly chatter about summers, boyfriends, uni, travels, futures before taking a breather and going in for thirds.
When we dispersed, stuffed from a combination of gobbling and gossip, I found myself wondering where we’ll all be in ten years’ time. Thing is, I don’t even need to think too hard because I know exactly where we’ll be…
Let’s get on the Mexican for 2013 folks!