The South West always satisfies
I can’t remember what we were celebrating last weekend but I do remember the big family lunch party on Sunday.
The wine bottles were opened, the beer cans popped and the apple juice was topped up. Everyone was crammed around the table, waiting for ‘mother’ to tickle the taste buds. (I’m not silly, I married a brilliant chef. Imagine Tom Kerridge in drag! Yes, really, that good.
Ok, back to the table. Great bowls of new potatoes arrived, mixed salads, dishes of asparagus and fresh beans and then the main event, a platter of locally caught sea bream and a carving dish of spring lamb cutlets, portions of duck and Toulouse sausages.
I sat back and watched as the family devoured all before them. I felt like the cappo of a gathering in Provence or Tuscany. Lots of chatter, lots of gurgling wine and smiles all round.
The food had mostly been purchased from our friends at Darts Farm but the star of the show, by universal acclaim, were the sausages from Westaway at Newton Abbot. Hours later we were still singing the praises of Charlie Baughan and his perfect sausages.
After the main event was completed we were forced to tuck into large helpings of warmed Cartmel sticky toffee pudding, enriched with Devon clotted cream (also from Darts Farm).
A very contented paternal smile stretched across my face when my last thought before the eyelids fell was to be grateful for all the brilliant South West farmers and food manufacturers.
Family, friends and good food – perfick!