Sherry

I’ve noticed my blogs seem to be about tv. It was just as I was about to launch into one about my love for Deadliest Catch that I realised and stopped myself. Instead, I’ll tell you all about our cocktail evening last Friday.

In true Sherry cocktail party-style, where the dress-code was nothing fancier than jeans, we each made a round of cocktails for attendees. Which was ten. Which is actually quite a lot. Ingredients were varied – gin, vodka, rum, Cointreau, elderflower, cava, Chambord… not forgetting the 9 month out-of-date orange juice somebody hadn’t thrown away which accidentally found its way into a round of drinks. Hint: if orange juice is mud brown, don’t drink it. To wash all that down, we were treated to shots of Goldschlager from our bookkeeper Victoria – thanks V, though I think we may have appreciated it less on Saturday morning!

Right, duty done – who wants to talk about Deadliest Catch?!

Last night I stumbled upon a TV show that was worth putting up with the irritating, gurning faces of Mel Giedroyc and Sue Perkins for… The Great British Bake-Off.

This week the amateur bakers competed in beautiful pastel-coloured pop-up kitchens at Scone Palace near Perth, and tasks included creating towers of meringues, macaroons and choux pastry buns. A true feast for the eyes in every way.

I felt Mary Berry’s pain as she had to sample 24 baked items, as memories of the sugar-overloaded-bake-off we had last year came screaming back, pounding heart and all – oh who am i kidding, she has the best job – the pounding heart must have been the food-envy as I sat eating my low-fat yoghurt. To watch last night’s episode, click here.