All images by HEATHER LIDDELL
A while ago a few of my good friends and I decided that we didn’t do enough dinner parties. From there Communion was born. A round robyn of dinner parties. Every time hosted by one of us. To be able to go as over the top of low key as you want. And it was to be called Communion.
This was NO.3, My turn.
Although the others had gone for more beautifully themed and cultural, I couldn’t think of what would fit. And being obsessed with zines like Kinfolk and Cereal. What could I do but do something, even if a little poorly in comparison, along the lines of that.
So in my so-called kitchen ( that consists of a small convection oven and a two plate electric hob. I know. I know. ) I conjured up a menu of caramelised onion, blue cheese and thyme tarts, an array of cheeses moving into homemade gnocchi with zesty basil verde and baby beat salad ending in a delicious affogato with the help of Coffee Supreme and home made praline. It surmises to say we were all rather plump and sleepy by the end of the night.
And because I am so very partial, everyone left with a favour of a plant in a large agee jar.
Sheesh it was fun.
Roll on NO.4.
Until next time.
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Thank you so much! :)