Wunderbar Festival : : Blogging, because (your so not worth it)

Blogging, because (your so not worth it)

Whilst no-one could argue that (You're so not worth it) didn't make for a lovely dinner party yesterday, I am, even now still finding some elements dished up as part of lunch rather hard to digest.

I am not in anyway saying that Kate Stobbart wasn't the perfect hostess – the hostess with the mostest.
Dinner was delicious
Glasses were kept full to the brim
and playing with your food was not only allowed, but integral to the proceedings.

Not only did we get a five-course meal, but the dishes hot or cold were seved with an accompanyment of truisms, slights and degradations that spiced things up, added a note of sourness to the dish – transformed the plate (or bowl) of food in a way that the limited vocabulary of Masterchef's Greg Wallace may have struggled to capture

Now, bitterness may be an important property of a well blended coffee, but yesterday I found it in the form of the word "w*nker" at the bottom of my mug ... and whilst Coffee tends to be considered a post-dining digestive aid it did little to relieve the effects of dessert – a dish of pineapple and mint that revealed to me the extent to which I was perceived to be up my own arsehole' and a ramakined pud' that elicited to another the extent of how much they were beginning to 'p*ss off' the hos

I can't tell you what my cheese course elicited – that remained hidden under the rivita biscuit that after careful consideration I opted not to eat. I'd had my fill by that point.

Thanks Kate
Thanks a f***ing lot

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