Pasta Saves the Day

It was the start of a new week & I had to be at a work event in the evening & host people offering them wine & canapés.

On a Monday. 

A  M O N D A Y.

I came up with a plan & that plan was to eat something very nice before I headed away to be on duty for four hours.

Hello Bancone, my old friend. 

https://www.bancone.co.uk

A seat at the counter for one. A paper.

A Fino Martini to start ..

Vodka, fino sherry, sweet orange, orange oil

Bone dry martini with salt and aromatics – served ice cold

Then to begin ..

Dry aged prosciutto sardo, caper berry

Then this ..

Silk handkerchiefs, walnut butter, confit egg yolk

Just me, something good to read & something even better to eat & drink.

No one bats an eye here that it's just you tucking into an early feast.

Replete. Happy.

I went back to the office & changed into my gladrags before hopping onto the Piccadilly Line to the venue. I kept my walking shoes on though. The kitten heels went on upon arrival.

So, there I was trying to make sure guests were being welcomed and appetites appeased & thirsts quenched.

Some of the tidbits I offered around to my guests were, well, unidentifiable. A bit of cubed beetroot here, a frond of dill on something there. Luckily, I had assistance in handing out said bites & vino. At 2200 I bid farewell to my guests. Two of them departing without a 'thank you' .. I loathe bad manners & this pair were of an age to know better.

For me, there was a cab home & to my bed by 2330. 

Too late for a Monday night.

So thankful that Bancone had filled my tum earlier.

AMM