My mom was quite the virtuoso, so she would always have some new and elaborate concoction. Through the years, the dishes changed with the fashion (like all the innovative tasteless microwave dishes of the seventies, the moulded foods of the eighties and the trio’s of anything during the nineties).
One phase my mom did skip however, was the simplicity of the twentieth century. She just doesn't do simple, so I took all her over-the-top ideas and simplified it. A few items were always on the menu though: beef wellington and trifle pudding.
Since we love celebrating almost anything, no occasion is complete without the sudden sounds of the cymbal. The explosion of a champagne cork is the sound of celebrating! What is more celebratory than dancing bubbles in a glass?
It is no effort for me to conduct a symphony of this scale. It is a labour of love and pleasure, and I will not trade it for the world, even though I am not exactly ready for an encore yet...