Peter's back! (Well, he was back, for a little while.)
This was cause for celebration and over discussion last week about Negronis (a favoured drink of Gaby and Peter) we planned a dinner at The Commoner for that Thursday with as many of the Posh Dinner Society members and affiliates as possible. Unfortunately, Zoe was unable to make it as she had a grant proposal due the next day and a lack of baby-sitting options, but James, Miriam and Barry rounded out the 'meeting' and the Negronis were enjoyed - with The Commoner's signature addition of wood roasted orange. Fabulous! These things are waaaay too drinkable. Other wine that was enjoyed included a Central Otago pinot gris, and multiple sherries including some pedro ximenez.
I was my usual organised (read bossy) self and commandeered the ordering of starters, which we shared. In the end we ended up with a great array of tastes:
- stuffed zucchini flowers
- stuffed baby calamari
- cheese and onion croquettes
- bread with cumin sesame seeds, and
- heirloom tomato, olive and fresh cheese salad
For mains, we had:
- Miriam - beef (char-grilled?)
- James - spatchcock
- Barry - Spanish mackerel
- Peter - Spanish mackerel
- Liz & Gaby (shared) - beef & roast heirloom carrots and quinoa salad
I'm glad Liz and I shared - getting a taste of the lovely charred beef (perfectly cooked) and the carrot salad which was sweet from the roasted vegetables, and nutty from the quinoa. I think everyone else enjoyed their meals, though the reports were that the fish was nice, just not exceptional.
Desserts (with lots of sharing):
- Liz - sorrel icecream with blackberries and meringue
- Barry, Peter & Miriam - chocolate ganache with poached strawberries
- James - lecce merengada
- Gaby - plum filled beignets with cream
I've enjoyed every meal I've had at The Commoner and would go back any time. Hopefully we can have a return visit from Peter again soon.
This dinner sorted out a bit of embarrassing linguistic confusion for me.
ReplyDeleteI mistakenly thought I was having a nice salad made of an unusual substance called Kiewa (which I thought was a valley in the Victorian alps). But then I discovered that it was actually made from Quinoa pronounced the right way... this reminds me of the time I worked out that everyone was talking about human beings, not human beans...
Also at this dinner - table width. The table was very wide! Surely there is an optimum table width such that we can still hear each other without knocking knees together?