Tonight, I was the housesitter, as mum went out for dinner with her friends. She said it was the best dinner she has had in a while, although she does not understand why they serve the steak with just a slice of eggplant and no other vegies. She thinks you deserve a spud or two on your plate, instead of having to pay extra for them.
The apple pie with quince icecream was nearly a perfect 10 of a dessert. Just tart enough with a hint of sweetness - delicious.
Her campari and blood grapefruit drink tasted yucky and bitter.
My fance feast was nom nom nom, and didn't even cost a tenth of mums pricey dinner. She could have stayed home and shared with me.