This was our last dinner party, which turned out to be a corker, as our guests might have said. Very neighborhood-centric, which is always nice.

The menu from what turned into a raucous evening with our dearly-nearly-departed neighbors, an Irishman and lots of Nick Cave music videos. And a headache in the morning.

Finally, we are up to date with the shortlists. This was what fed our shenanigans on Friday night, which turned out to be a lovely, boozy pre-election worry fest with our beloved neighbors

Can’t you just see the stress in my handwriting?

See down there? Where I crossed out the main course? Yeah, that’s why.

A few days ago, our beloved next door neighbors got the keys to their new house one hour up the coast.

A mid-week dinner with friends and their lovely ragazzi, aged 3 and 6, who ate everything!

In light of the name of this blog, I think it’s only fair that I share my actual shortlists.