After a hectic day on Saturday, and with Grandma Pat still in town, Helen and I headed out to Andrew and Amy's place in Dalkeith, there to meet with Pete and Anna & Al & Fi for a spot of dinner. Andrew and Pete were chefs for the evening, and had concocted a scheme which involved burying a 33" salmon with a bunch of glowing embers. "Turn up at 8," they intoned, "that's when we'll be eating." We arrived as directed, and dinner was served promptly at 10:30. I'm not complaining, it was a very pleasant evening of al fresco drinking and chat, and dinner was splendid when it arrived. Just watch out for the timing on those underground ovens...
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