I know it’s traditional to go out for New Year’s Eve, and I always have the best intentions, but the more I look at the offerings — uninspiring menus at shocking prices — the more I want to stay home. This New Year’s Eve, I did the next best thing, and packed the Nuni off to spend the night with her grandparents, which meant that I could produce a feast. I set the husband to making champagne cocktails, and produced the following extravaganza. I present the menu for your edification and virtual enjoyment (since I developed a lovely cold which left me able to smell and taste nearly nothing, I enjoyed it virtually as well, but the husband tells me everything tasted good).
