Welcome to February. The year is properly underway so we can stop wasting time wishing people a Happy New Year and get down to the business of immersing ourselves in 2015.
You know what I mean. As long as January is still hanging around we can fool ourselves into thinking Summer and all of its holiday glory rest on our shoulders like a royal mantle making anything possible.
Yet today January is no more than a memory. The kids are back at school and we can only console ourselves with the idea of an Easter long weekend seemingly months away.
Or can we?
Many things exist to ease the pain of a lost summer and the seemingly infinite stretch of time between you and your next meaningful respite. Opium is one of those things but we clearly are not recommending that as an option.
Instead our suggestion is something a little more prosaic (and legal) yet just as effective. Give yourself something to look forward to and book for this month’s I Dream of Pork dinner.
This is the culinary equivalent of an opiate induced hallucination. Mountains of crispy, juicy, tender pork, barrows of smokey bacon, troughs of tasty offaly treats, washed down with a never ending stream of fermented grapes crushed by divine and dainty feet.*
It follows then, if you are not an opium addict and do not possess the patience of Job then you need a little something in your immediate future gauranteed to make you smile and we think this dinner is just the ticket.
*please note this is only an approximation of our pork event and may bear little or no resemblance to the actual occasion.
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