This was our second (and - for the sake of propriety - final) bottle of the evening. With Claire's parents and my mother round, Claire cooked a feast of curry and I judged that elderberry would be the right bottle, with its near-sweet and biting taste. And what a feast. We had a fabulous mutton rogan josh (which for me was the highlight), a dall, a spinach and onion curry, and one involving black-eyed beans in a yellow sauce. All of it was wonderful, and there are disappointingly few leftovers.
In a change to tradition I tackled the washing up rather than leave it for Saturday morning, though I did have to tell Bob to stop bringing in more dishes from the table as it was not helpful.
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