Saturday 7 August 2010
There are moments in my life when I couldn’t be happier. Many of them.
An endless beach, with crab hunting and kisses in the wind. An unplanned slumber party, with a bed sheet fort and a torch. A note found rolled under my bed, with ink smears. A sneak at my feet, with a flying kite. A sip of the most perfect bloody mary, with horseradish.
And today, as I paused during service to explore the surroundings, I wished I could have stopped the time and photographed every move of the kitchen.
Instead, I quickly shot the delicious Scottish lobster thermidor and went back to my dessert-plating action.