We merged our destination with our hostess – argentina with itaian – with a luscious mound of geo-fusion.
Piers, sartorially immmaculate, carved mouthwatering chunks of ribeye, scattered with parsely and sundrieds; Tina baked cannelloni – with crepes! – splashed with chimichurri.
Veggies baked on bed of polenta aside a salad peppered with spiced parsley-provoleta parcels, and the table abounded with fine gnocchi and pasta, and paradise.
We wrapped with panettone (chocolate!) and a mango and raspberry pudding as lilia served her magic coffee, sweetened with lovingly-stirred cremina.
This Tuesday, Alicia hosts a LORD LUCAN SUPPER for 14 at her Parkholme Supper Club in Dalston, Hackney. Alicia’s is the first charity supperclub in the country – all the proceeds of all her supperclub evenings go directly to Médecins Sans Frontières.
She explains the theme of this Tuesday evening: “On the 8th November 1974, Lord Lucan disappeared, after allegedly murdering his nanny and tying her body up in a sack. He was finally declared dead in 1999, almost 25 years later.
In commemoration of this we will have a Lord Lucan Supper in which we will be celebrating ingredients that are disguised or disappeared.
Does something look or taste like something else entirely?
Did you put loads of something into stuff yet no-one could tell it’s there?
Think Mock Fish or Mock Duck, the famous Chinese dishes cooked for the vegetarian monks, maybe even Quorn which must be something but definitely doesn’t look like whatever its constituent parts are.
I make a black pepper dish which everyone tells me has too much chilli – but there’s none in it! And – shock horror – there are twice the broad beans than chickpeas in my falafel.