Yesterday we were invited to lunch with Yvette. Naturally she included everyone – Bear , Whale, CC, Jay and me. Equally obviously, Bear gave his usual response.
“I’m not going if they’re going.”
Last time we left him on his own but as CC was feeling a bit under the weather and it is getting more and more difficult to heave Whale into the car we thought it might be an opportunity to let Bear go along while the others made the most of his absence from the house.
Fortunately Yvette is very understanding even though she was disappointed that only two of us would be going.
She had prepared a vodka and orange aperitif with a colourful variety of nibbles including blinis with taramasalata, cubes of mimolette, little balls of goat’s cheese, dried cranberries and nuts.
Bear ate a couple of goat’s cheese balls.
First course was a fish terrine: Bear refused to have any. Poor Yvette was upset and wondered what she could give him but I assured her he would be happy with bread.
“I’m not allowed bread at home.” he complained. True I am trying to get him to eat less carbohydrate because of his diabetes but he does eat baguettes – just not a whole one at a time!
The main course was monkfish in a delicious sauce served with rice and vegetables – carrots, sugarsnap peas and cauliflower.
Bear turned his nose up at the fish but said he’d have “a spoonful of the sauce”. He won’t ever eat rice but he did have a few pieces of vegetable.
Given the choice of gewurztraminer or champagne he chose the latter. Yvette had found something he liked at last.
Foodwise, it started to improve for him with the cheese course when he had a large lump of comté – with more bread – and was persauded to taste the red wine, an absolutely delicious Listrac 1998.
For the first time in his life he actually took a liking to red wine and had a second glass, then a third.
Unfortuately that had the unpleasant efect of loosening his tongue and his bad mood.
He launched into a tirade against all of us, complaining to Yvette and Jean-Claude that he led a miserable life and it was all due to my selfishness.
Once again, Yvette took it all in her stride but I was struggling between anger and embarrassment.
He calmed down for dessert – vanilla icecream with prunes in brandy followed by a delicious chocolate mousse – and more champagne. Then it was coffee and chocolates.
He at least managed to praise our hostess on her cooking before letting off another outburst.
Enough was enough. I insisted it was time to go home.
Next time we’ll leave him on his own!
Today we went to lunch with Marie and Michel who wanted us to share a meal with their friend from Egypt who speaks English. We’ve met her before and she’s very sociable.
Marie knows Bear’s likes and dislikes and presented us with a wonderful lunch of Tarte au maroilles (cheese). (Bear had two helpings): roast veal with green beans, mushrooms and potatoes: cheese with salad (Bear avoided the salad): peach melba and coffee with gateau au sucre.
Needless to say the meal was very well ‘watered’ with aperitifs, Pouilly Fumé, red wine (didn’t see the bottle but it was delicious), champagne and digestifs.
We all went into the lounge for conversation and
Bear fell asleep
and snored – loudly. . . . . . . .
At four o’clock I woke him and said it was time to go home.