This evening saw a milestone in my life as a parent. Sue and I were invited for dinner with my middle son, Daniel, and his partner Sophie, in their own home. Actually, they did have another house some time ago, but this is the one on which they are paying their first mortgage.
It’s in a quiet area to the west of Nottingham, found thanks to some excellent directions and our satnav.
We arrived slightly early and were warmly welcomed and shown around by proud householder, Daniel. Sophie had just taken Casper, their formerly hyperactive dog for a constitutional walk. Casper had mellowed a lot since we last encountered him and after a perfunctory sniff at me, he proceeded to ignore me and pretend to sleep for almost all of the rest of the evening.
After a cup of tea we sat down to an excellent meal of chicken filled with garlic and herb soft cheese and herb-coated potato wedges served with a delicious fresh salad.
Over the meal we discussed that we all watch “Come Dine With Me” and how we might score the evening. Read on and I’ll reveal all in a moment.
The dessert was a very generous bowl of fresh fruit salad with ice cream. Almost guaranteed to win me over.
It was a very enjoyable evening, with great conversation.
So the “Come Dine With Me Scores”:
- For the ambience, 10 out of 10
- For the food, 10 out of 10
- For the hosting, 10 out of 10
Ideally, we should now be invited to dine with my other two sons and we could score two other evenings on the same basis. On the other hand, they might all want to come round here and give us a score.
I’m not sure I could cope with that.