I did it! I bloody did it! I cooked a two course meal for seven and everyone has survived. (So far. I could be counting chickens as we only finished about an hour and a half ago, but I’ll take what I can get).
So I give you chicken tagine:
And treacle and peacan tart:
And here is a terrible picture of some of the recipients. The unhappy face she could be down to the terror they felt that there wasnt an alternative on offer:
I did every little bit on my own (apart from the zesting and squeezing of an orange which Dad did and some wise words from Mum around the fact that I needed to turn the hob on and had to cook the rice). The rest of the time it was just me and Mary Berry…
Maybe my toast days are behind me. Or maybe I am counting those chickens again :o)