It started out as another family dinner, the kids and families coming over to celebrate the birthday of the youngest grandson.
As the girls were all working, I decided to cook, and they would come with one dish each, a potato bake and a salad.
I had decided to cook the meat on the BBQ and have everything ready when they arrived.
I had purchased a new fire pit and was keen to show it off and so while we sat around and admired it and my good taste in such things as dinner warmed in the oven.
When darkness fell, I called them all in to sit around the table, and dinner would be served.
To my horror and for reasons unknown to me, I had set the oven to bake not warm.
The dinner wasn’t ruined but was a sorry sight.
I’d turned the sausages and rissoles into elephant’s arse, somewhat crunchier than I intended and no amount of tomato sauce was going the remedy the situation.
My daughter’s potato bake was not as we imagined though I have to say we did make the best of it. The little kids picked away at the softer bits, and we all joked about my obvious encroaching senility.
The dessert had been purchased from the cheesecake shop, and so was the highlight of the evening.
It came as no surprise when at the end of the evening as we discussed the next family dinner, the suggestion was made for all of us to chip in and buy takeaway.
I still don’t understand how I managed to stuff the dinner in that way.