We have seen this past weekend coming for a long time. We were the overflow accommodations for an Irish/American wedding party being held at a nearby farm. Half the inn has been reserved since we arrived in January for this occasion. Over the last few weeks the rest of the inn sold out. Nothing new there, but one by one the room occupants called to advise us of their particular special needs.
Room 2 - no salt, fats or egg yolks.
Room 4 - allergic to walnuts.
Room 8 - a vegan.
Room 10 - can’t have bread.
So a challenge lay ahead to attempt to feed all these needs with one menu. It drives Richard into a frenzy when the general public won’t eat what is offered, he cannot understand because he eats everything and has always enjoyed trying new foods.
On Friday night we had almost finished checking in our finicky household when the boozy Catholics rocked up three sheets to the wind, hefting crates of wine for the wedding celebrations on the morrow. Half of them got lost along the way (distracted by the pool table) during the welcome tour of the inn. When we got to the place where the breakfast menu was written I asked them to let me know if they had any problems with what was offered. Much to my relief one of them answered, “No darlin’ we eat and drink everyting, can’t you tell?”
So the trick is to switch all the rooms around. Give bread to Room 4, nuts to Room 8, fatty salted egg yolks to Room 10 and tell Room 2 to become Irish Catholic.
ReplyDeleteI can see Richard now. Rolling the eyes and mumbling something as he looks for something to fix and grab a bottle of red wine. Go to see you're blog. Sorry we got a little disconnected. Lost track of time as Mary comes to the final stretch of her masters. Hopefully we will be a little less distant as she finishes that up.
ReplyDeleteCheers you two. Hope dry land isn't to hard for you.