

Roast commented that when he was younger he thought he'd never go to a "dinner party" like his parents used to have, but he supposed this was one. Hmm. From my vantage listening point on the stairs I don't remember my parents watching youtube videos of cute dogs, or having a fourth course of smashed nuts. (FYI Sashy's thighs are great for the walnuts.)
Well what we lacked in quality we made up for with a huge quantity of sausages in a thick tomatoey garlicy juice with rosemary and some other herbs I can't recall. It was all cooked nestling together in olive oil and red wine vinegar, mopped up on our plates with tear and share.
I did serve a side salad. Just like the dinner parties our parents used to have..
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