Tuesday, 19 July 2011

All set for the village show - with the odour not of sanctity, but of garlic

And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.  For those who know my obsession with chillies, it's just as strong a passion for garlic and indeed all of the allium family - so delicious and so good for you.

It's not as if I eat raw garlic cloves for breakfast - although for those who eat my curry there is a powerful amount of garlic that goes into each one or other spicy stews.  Suffice to say that I don't really understand the instructions about 3 cloves or 6 - surely garlic comes in a bulb for a reason?

This garlic came in the form of the most delicious gazpacho, tenderly prepared by Richard as were the accompaniments.


Richard's knife skills are quite extraordinary.  They put mine to shame and are even more noteworthy when one considers that Richard has the use of one arm.  Essentially, he steadies the item to be chopped (or indeed sliced, as per the beef carpaccio) with one hand (the impaired one) and chops (or slices) with the other.  He is a marvel and living proof that people who live with constant pain and disability are able to, with courage, rise above it.  And he also produces the most beautifully diced vegetables.


That could be an illustration for a Michelin-starred cookery book, no?  Not for my photography, but look at the even distribution.


Just in case it isn't automatically obvious, Richard has skinned and de-seeded these tomatoes prior to chopping them.


The cucumber has also been de-seeded.  And each of these were used as items to add to the gazpacho - made by Richard earlier.


Beautiful, glistening - a thing of beauty.  It's rare that I include a human being in this blog, in fact, this will be the first time, but I'll make an exception for an exceptional person.

And wearing my shades! [and looking good in them - almost as good as moi]
Pudding was Gerry.  No, we didn't have Gerry for pudding.  Gerry had made the pudding.  Gorgeous Gerry peaches doused in brandy.

Nice china, too, isn't it?

And the peaches are worth a close-up all of their very own, because they've earnt it, Mr de Mille.

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