The confessional menu
View from the back
Aubergine with pesto and pine nuts
Saltfish croquettes with salad and spicy tomato sauce
Tasty frangipane (particularly delicious) with home-made icecream
The gorgeous room upstairs...
Kitchen Jezebel, as she'd like to be known, has finally found a use for her basement! Turn it into a supperclub!
I met Fat Les there and we started with drinks in the garden, moving inside to the exotically decorated lower ground floor room for dinner. The other guests, two of whom, like Jezebel, were from Irish backgrounds, were all interesting and the conversation soon moved onto politics. Some of us despaired that we had no one to vote for. One guest felt so strongly about voting that he felt people should be jailed if they didn't. Conversation was stimulating and lively.
The dinner was wittily themed around The Last Supper:
An eating ceremony:
Glass of Pomegranate fizz
Aubergine and goats cheese wraps with pine nuts, thyme and caper sauce.
Salt cod croquettes and sweet tomato sauce.
Almond tart with blackberry ice cream.
Tea, coffee and pistachio biscotti.
Having just come from a day trip to Lille in which I spend all day eating, I didn't feel that I could do her food justice in the way that it deserved on this occasion. Especially as, upon entering, the first thing she said to me was "I've spent days cooking. It's such hard work!"
Jezebel by day is an eco consultant, she has campaigned for safe cosmetics, primary prevention of breast cancer and a 'nesting' project which encourages nesting mothers to be to cautious about toys and the use of chemicals when decorating and furnishing the room where their baby will sleep.
She doesn't use synthetic fragrance, believing that in the future, wearing strong synthetic perfumes in a restaurant will be as unseemly as smoking over your food. She cites the example of the perfume 'Poison' being banned in certain restaurants.