We're having pork for dinner today. I'm just hoping it isn't going to be the elastic band fed pork our friends recently had. I'm telling myself after three hours of cooking in a slow oven nothing can be that tough & chewy.
I'm relieved to say that the Fox is once more himself. We set off for the wedding reception with him still very monosyllabic & withdrawn. But somewhere during the course of the reception, he refound himself & came back considerably more himself.
The reception was held at the golf club, our first visit there. The food was excellent. It was just a buffet. But what a buffet! The hot sliced beef was so succulent & moist. The vol-au-vents light & tasty, moist without being soggy. Beautiful ham. Chicken that just fell off the bone. Tuna sandwiches. Lightly spiced potato wedges. Light fluffy flan. Cheese & biscuits.
The bride wore a beautiful duck egg suit with a bit of white embroidery around the hems. On top of her head a teal fascinator. Fran had pushed the boat out. She may be 75 but, she whispered, she'd put on stockings & a garter for Den's delectation that night. They were both looking radiantly happy. Den proudly put his arm around her possessively & she gently rested her head on his shoulder. Long may it continue.
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