The weekend of feasting had only just begun… Richie and Anna asked us over for a simple dinner… BEHOLD THIS SH!T (I’ve been saying that alot lately - catchphrase of a little car community I’m in)!
I could feel another visit to the hospital just looking at this roast.. but damn it would be worth every IV drip strapped to my arm!
Too many cooks spoil the… nah… nothing got spoilt tonight!
Here’s the man himself… There’s a really old picture of a similar pose taken about 13 years ago… I’ll see if I can find it somewhere.
Another schoolmate of mine whom I haven’t seen in years was at this gathering tonight and went to a sushi class earlier… they get to take their classwork home for further assessment 
Cauliflower soup (I could have downed a litre or five of this stuff)
There was an extravagant French name for the below… I just called it the cheese bomb.
The prized main course! We were fighting over the crackling like a pack of hyenas over a buffalo carcass!
One of the 20 courses of dessert consumed that night
My blog has turned into a food blog… gotta change that STAT!
