The wet weather continues to rain on everyones parade at the moment – and to symbolise and underscore this fact I had to drive past a car crash on the way in to the office this morning. Morbid, I know, however Im sure this accident may not have happened, had the weather just been a little better. Anyway, its best not to cry over spilled milk (or spilled motor oil) so we must continue with our exploits, in a fashion akin to the folk of London during the Blitz. Here, against the daily tyranny inflicted from the skies, the folk continued in their steadfast approach towards carrying on as if nothing was the matter. Indeed, Hitlers Germany failed to crush or diminish the spirit of those within London. An example to us all. And in the same way, as the rain continues to fall (admittedly not quite as dangerously as Von Brauns V2’s), we carry on in a dogged yet happy fashion.
During the week, we have been committed to many different types of catered event, each with its own set of challenges and pleasures. Many have said that variety is the spice of life, yet I have been pondering this; What about people who don’t like spice? Do they have no variety? I think not. Perhaps then, it would be more accurate to say that variety is A spice of life (variety is a major spice of life, so therefore is probably akin to pepper in terms of importance within the culinary/life spectrum). Whatever the situation with variety and pepper, I feel that, indeed, life must go on.
One of our catering teams was lucky enough to cater for an exceptionally beautiful selection of models this week. Normally known for not eating very much, these models were a definite contradiction to this norm eating like there was no tomorrow and filling the air with their cheeky little giggles, they ere a pleasure both to look at and to serve. Wishing to get involved with the roasting process, they happily carved and served themselves for a short time.