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The sun rises. It's 3.45 am. The air warms, but the birds are still sleeping.
I'm cooking lunch today for the whole gang here at the Manor. There'll be a lot of helpers and a lot of watchers, including a catering team from Cambridge who want to know any secrets I may be revealing. I'll try to take a few photos and share the menu with you.
Here I am , 'slaving over a hot stove' (not 'working my fingers to the bone', though).
Cooking a fabulous dal with oven-roasted vegetables, Oriya-style.
Here's a batch of anise-scented doughnuts being spawned from a gigantic bowl of semi-liquid batter.
A Himalayan mountain peak of completed doughnuts glistening with frosty crystallised sugar!
Our dedicated crew pose for a photo. From Hungary, South India, Poland and Delhi.
Famished hordes line up for lunch like naughty schoolboys and girls. They won't be disappointed.
An extra one-hundred people turned up for lunch - they knew I was cooking!
Time has passed. The sun is now setting over Aldenham District. I sit and write the report of today's kitchen events - a grand success.
It was an altogether delightful way to spend a morning. The association was pleasant, the task seamlessly performed, with superb equipment and upbeat humorous kitchen banter. If all days in the kitchen were like this, I would roll out a sleeping bag and live here.
Posted by Kurma on 14/7/05; 3:32:01 PM
from the Travel dept.
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Thursday, July 14, 2005
