I hope you have all had a splendid Valentine's Day, dear bloggy friends! We spent the evening in rumbustious revelry at the Gleeful & Greedy Restaurant. There was singing, dancing, giraffe charades and of course, mountains of glorious food. Sometimes Maureen and I opt for a romantic candle-lit dinner a deux. This year we decided to warm our chilly environs with a whooping great hearty hullaballoo!
On the subject of hearts, the two images above are the cards Maureen
and I exchanged. My heart always races when I open mine each year!Dear friends, I would also like to share with you the heart of our home - our kitchen! My friend Poetikat recently let us wander round her kitchen and study, so I thought it was about time you all saw something of the interior of Necky Knoll House.
This picture was taken when we moved into our lovely home last spring. I
apologize for the mess, but I suppose moving house is a reasonable
excuse! Our utensils were unpacked, but we hadn't found places for them,
and there was still the washing machine to plumb in, the cooker to test
and all those never-ending new home jobs.You'll notice some folk you haven't met before. I won't confuse you by introducing them all today. Neither will I burden you with a too-lengthy post.
But I will tease you with the beginning of a humorous little story from our first meal at Necky Knoll House ...
Parsneck Soup
A large sweaty face peers round the kitchen door ...
After nearly deafening us with his hollering, Girth bangs loudly on the dinner gong.
A peek round the door reveals chaos. Rolling pins and cutlery poke out of boxes and crates ... A large dining table is partially set with long handled knives and forks.
As we enter, my glamorous sister Nektareeni greets us with a glass of special wine.
"Necks up everybody! "
