Dinner for One is the place where (oh go on, call it 'the table at which'; you know you want to) recipes, paintings, photographs, tales, ingredients, kitchen encounters (confidential or otherwise ... vale, Tony), meals, memories of culinary experiences, recountings of memorable noms (remembrances of lost thyme), gather.
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Not so much as a m lange: there is no mixing here (we're not making a fecking salad). But where our tales, photographs, paintings, recipes, are in-conversation with each other. And where each time we eat, we are eating not just in but as communion; a coming-together (right now ... ) that transcends the profane (over me ... )
Come dine with us (om nom nom nom)