Well, she said dinner.
It really was a banquet.
Course after course of curry came out in a never ending parade of flavour, texture and aroma.
The lady knows her way around her cumin and coriander.
Drinks and nibbles were first, just to get the old appetite gurgling for more and then we settled down for a marathon of food.
Wine and chatter made for a cosy evening as the rain pounded down outside.
My dinner parties are now going to feel rather inadequate after 7 courses of food!